08-08-2018, 01:50 AM
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☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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//hi i'm cobble !! i prolly know some of yall already ,, idk ,,, but this is my boy pierce !!! i'm excited 2 rp with u guys :^)
also this is kinda a mess im sorry sdfsghj but
tldr; pierce is a new dude in sunhaven and is currently seated near the fountain working on a drawing of it that he plans on painting over
Pierce really couldn't believe this had happened. Should he have expected it? Perhaps, after what he'd done, all he'd put his family through. A few months ago, he had left his old home guided by what must have been the ghost of a trusted friend, a friend who had told him it wasn't safe for him, or for his daughter and another friend - a far closer friend - to stay in their old home. She'd said he had to leave, but that he could leave a note for the others, that they would follow along. Under any other circumstances, he would have insisted that they stay, that they all leave together, but he had watched the girl guiding him then die just days before; he couldn't just ignore what she was telling him. So, he'd done as he was told. He'd written a note and followed the "ghost" of his friend, leaving a trail of orange paint marks on every tree and rock he passed to lead him family to their new home.
But that hadn't been enough. He thought he'd been taking care of them, saving them, but all he'd done was dump the responsibility of caring for a five month-old into the paws of a man who had very little skills, nor fondness, when it came to dealing with kids. He'd abandoned the man he loved and his daughter with no more than a letter for explanation, left them while he was under no sort of influence or pressure. He had no excuse other than his bad judgement, and that, very clearly, had not been enough for Riddlersgame.
He'd followed Pierce's instructions, sure, delivered Clementine to her father in Snowbound, but he certainly hadn't been happy with his younger friend- hell, for his first couple of days in Snowbound, he'd ignored him entirely, and Pierce had had to avoid his home so as to not confront the tabby. It had gotten to the point, however, that he knew they couldn't avoid it forever, and he had sat Riddlersgame down to talk one night after Clementine went to bed, once they'd gotten some privacy. "I'm sorry, Rid- if I could have thought of anything else to do, I would have done it, I swear." He hadn't wanted to leave the people he loved- he'd just felt like he had to. "You know I hate myself for leaving you." Pierce had tried, he had tried so, so hard to explain himself, to somehow redeem himself to the man he loved, but Riddler was a stubborn man, and he was hurt- at this point, there wasn't much Pierce could do.
Riddlersgame had risen, snapping somewhat irritably at the serval, before he quickly announced that he was leaving. That he had to "find himself" before he could forgive Pierce, or something like that. Really, Pierce couldn't blame him - what he had done was horrible, and the only way Rid could truly forgive him was if he found it out of whatever kindness he had in his heart -, but the serval also couldn't help his upset. He'd tried, just like he'd always done. He'd tried to take care of them, to love them, to make them happy. That was all he'd ever wanted, and it was so simple, yet, somehow, unsurprisingly, he'd fucked it up.
That was nearly a week ago now, and Pierce had had some time to stew in his emotions. After he got over the initial shock and the tears, he'd made a decision. He couldn't stay there, in Snowbound, when it was so similar to their old home, and when his house still smelled so strongly of the man he had loved. He'd felt bad, making Clem move again so soon, but it was for the best. They needed to start over, for real this time. They didn't need any of Riddlersgame's toxicity lingering, though whenever he crossed Pierce's mind, he felt a small ache in his chest. He loved too much, he always had, and it was his greatest weakness. But he wouldn't let that be the case anymore; he was an independent man, a father, and he had a child to take care of. No matter how much the thought of Riddler hurt, he reminded himself that he would get over it. Riddlersgame had caused enough damage in his life- he'd killed him, for god's sake, left him on countless occasions, done unforgivable things. Pierce fucked up once, and got treated like this? Ridiculous.
After asking around and wandering a bit, he found the clan that he thought would best fit them, a place where he thought he could be comfortable, and where his daughter could be safe.
It'd been a few days since all this occurred and he and Clem had traveled to Sunhaven, and he figured it was about time to start getting involved in things. After all, busying himself with art and work had always made him feel better, and he wanted to finally feel normal again. This was the best way to at least start that process, wasn't it? It didn't matter, because he was already seated near the fountain, a watercolor book open before him and a pallet of paints at his side. He only had a sketch going right now, but he was taking his time with it, adding a few defining details of the seatown's fountain before he would go in with paints.
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//hi i'm cobble !! i prolly know some of yall already ,, idk ,,, but this is my boy pierce !!! i'm excited 2 rp with u guys :^)
also this is kinda a mess im sorry sdfsghj but
tldr; pierce is a new dude in sunhaven and is currently seated near the fountain working on a drawing of it that he plans on painting over
Pierce really couldn't believe this had happened. Should he have expected it? Perhaps, after what he'd done, all he'd put his family through. A few months ago, he had left his old home guided by what must have been the ghost of a trusted friend, a friend who had told him it wasn't safe for him, or for his daughter and another friend - a far closer friend - to stay in their old home. She'd said he had to leave, but that he could leave a note for the others, that they would follow along. Under any other circumstances, he would have insisted that they stay, that they all leave together, but he had watched the girl guiding him then die just days before; he couldn't just ignore what she was telling him. So, he'd done as he was told. He'd written a note and followed the "ghost" of his friend, leaving a trail of orange paint marks on every tree and rock he passed to lead him family to their new home.
But that hadn't been enough. He thought he'd been taking care of them, saving them, but all he'd done was dump the responsibility of caring for a five month-old into the paws of a man who had very little skills, nor fondness, when it came to dealing with kids. He'd abandoned the man he loved and his daughter with no more than a letter for explanation, left them while he was under no sort of influence or pressure. He had no excuse other than his bad judgement, and that, very clearly, had not been enough for Riddlersgame.
He'd followed Pierce's instructions, sure, delivered Clementine to her father in Snowbound, but he certainly hadn't been happy with his younger friend- hell, for his first couple of days in Snowbound, he'd ignored him entirely, and Pierce had had to avoid his home so as to not confront the tabby. It had gotten to the point, however, that he knew they couldn't avoid it forever, and he had sat Riddlersgame down to talk one night after Clementine went to bed, once they'd gotten some privacy. "I'm sorry, Rid- if I could have thought of anything else to do, I would have done it, I swear." He hadn't wanted to leave the people he loved- he'd just felt like he had to. "You know I hate myself for leaving you." Pierce had tried, he had tried so, so hard to explain himself, to somehow redeem himself to the man he loved, but Riddler was a stubborn man, and he was hurt- at this point, there wasn't much Pierce could do.
Riddlersgame had risen, snapping somewhat irritably at the serval, before he quickly announced that he was leaving. That he had to "find himself" before he could forgive Pierce, or something like that. Really, Pierce couldn't blame him - what he had done was horrible, and the only way Rid could truly forgive him was if he found it out of whatever kindness he had in his heart -, but the serval also couldn't help his upset. He'd tried, just like he'd always done. He'd tried to take care of them, to love them, to make them happy. That was all he'd ever wanted, and it was so simple, yet, somehow, unsurprisingly, he'd fucked it up.
That was nearly a week ago now, and Pierce had had some time to stew in his emotions. After he got over the initial shock and the tears, he'd made a decision. He couldn't stay there, in Snowbound, when it was so similar to their old home, and when his house still smelled so strongly of the man he had loved. He'd felt bad, making Clem move again so soon, but it was for the best. They needed to start over, for real this time. They didn't need any of Riddlersgame's toxicity lingering, though whenever he crossed Pierce's mind, he felt a small ache in his chest. He loved too much, he always had, and it was his greatest weakness. But he wouldn't let that be the case anymore; he was an independent man, a father, and he had a child to take care of. No matter how much the thought of Riddler hurt, he reminded himself that he would get over it. Riddlersgame had caused enough damage in his life- he'd killed him, for god's sake, left him on countless occasions, done unforgivable things. Pierce fucked up once, and got treated like this? Ridiculous.
After asking around and wandering a bit, he found the clan that he thought would best fit them, a place where he thought he could be comfortable, and where his daughter could be safe.
It'd been a few days since all this occurred and he and Clem had traveled to Sunhaven, and he figured it was about time to start getting involved in things. After all, busying himself with art and work had always made him feel better, and he wanted to finally feel normal again. This was the best way to at least start that process, wasn't it? It didn't matter, because he was already seated near the fountain, a watercolor book open before him and a pallet of paints at his side. He only had a sketch going right now, but he was taking his time with it, adding a few defining details of the seatown's fountain before he would go in with paints.
"speech"
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