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[grice]

Who: falco grice, others, and you!
What: a catch all for the month including a player plot, general prompts and event prompts in the comments, all open!
When: december; date will be in the header if any!
Where: waves hands at too many places

Content Warnings: possession, violence, gore, self harm, child death, war imagery, child soldiers, racial oppression, genocide, forced experimentation, torture, mutilation, gun violence (against children)


see below for open prompts of all kinds! if you have any questions or would like to plot something specific, hmu at liberos!

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[grice]

[ at first, he had felt the framed pictures to be some sort of blessing, and at the tip of a pin it felt as if it were irony. falco’s emotions fluctuate from positive to negative, unlike him again, though this time he’s fully aware and feels a tinge of fear when he hears a voice calling for him— what if it’s too deep in him? what if it’s just part of him now, just as much as ymir’s curse and terminal illness? the quick steps in the sand are closer, fast— ]

Mister Erwin—! [ he knew who it was, and wants his embrace, but, ] W-wait—

[ he’s too frightened to allow it, clasping the frames close to his chest and steadying his breathing. oh, here it came— the guilt. he’s been so far away from their little hut recently that he must’ve worried erwin sick, but then again barely bothered to let him know, he just—

he was just so numb over some things and was only now beginning to feel the gravity of his silence. ]

I’m sorry—

[ it’s what he can squeak out before he’s holding his breath and going beat red trying to suck in his tears. ]

[13thcommander]

Falco.

[Erwin stops when Falco retreats from him, drawing up short and giving the boy his space. He isn't really sure what he was intending to do anyway; he's more used to Falco hugging him than initiating the contact. He's not even sure if Falco would want to be hugged right now.]

[Being uncertain about anything is not Erwin's natural state of being, and he's nearly as distressed as Falco. However, he's also the adult, and in better control of his emotions.]

What happened, Falco?

[He asks it softly, gently. He also lifts his hand a little, in a welcoming gesture; if Falco wants a hug, he'll provide it.]

[grice]

[ that he’d be open to a hug more than scolding or feeling angry felt like a surprise, and maybe it shouldn’t have been, knowing erwin, but he still could help but to feel it. erwin’s beckoning brings falco to him after a moment the child had to breathe and process— and then, he would, burying a face ready to dampen more with his tears by the man’s shoulder while falco embraced his neck. ]

I’m sorry I left—! I, [ for all those aforementioned reasons; for not saying anything, before or after, right mind or not. ] didn’t say anything— I’m sorry—

[13thcommander]

[Erwin has been a commander long enough to know that it's much, much worse to be disappointed than angry. That's not why he offered a hug, though. Falco has managed to worm his way into Erwin's heart in a way that is honestly shocking, and he finds he'd rather comfort the kid than berate him.]

[There will be scolding and a Very Serious Conversation later. For now, Erwin wraps his arm around Falco's back and lightly pats it, letting the boy cry it out. Just having Falco here again, alive and well, makes Erwin's tension bleed away.]

I know. It's all right. I'm sure you had your reasons.

[Probably bad ones, but a discussion for later!]

Take your time. There's a handkerchief in my pocket if you need it.

[Levi would absolutely not let Erwin leave the house without a handkerchief.]

[grice]

I, I don’t think, [ through a quiet sob, gathering some sense of wording and attempting to breathe through it to speak up better past a croak: ] Mister Levi would like it— I-If I used yours.

[ he can see the silent stink eye burning into his face already, even if we washed it afterwards! something something hygiene.

he makes do with his sleeve once he’s had enough of the embrace, prying himself away to calm his sniffles and dry his tears. they were coming on a little harder the more he remembered, but he’s trying to put a lid on it. erwin probably wants to talk. ]

But— Thank you.