09-03-2018, 11:57 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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//uhh idk if this could necessarily be a trigger but warning for mention of stillborn children
also im SORRY this is so long u can skip to the last paragraph if u want skjhdgfds
Pierce was commonly seen as the "nice guy" by others, the guy that was always happy to talk to you and to help you if you so needed. His gentle smiles, kind words, and his all-around warmth all aided this image, and he liked to think that it was a pretty accurate one. He loved people, and loved when they were happy. All he really wanted was to live a nice life and make others smile. However, he was still a person, and there would always be times when he dropped the sweetness to handle a tough situation, or when he completely forgot his manners and lost it. The latter was incredibly uncommon, truth be told- he was typically rather well-composed, no matter how angry or upset he may be.
The slender Dawnguard had been nearby when the sounds of voices reached his ears, and he raised his honey gaze to settle on the small group of animals. There was Bucky and Monroe, his clanmates, and then what looked to be a fuzzy human child- the word was monkey, right? That was what they were called? Or maybe the proper term was ape, but he really had no idea. He'd read about both of them a long time ago, but didn't think he'd ever met one in person. A bright smile finding its way to his features, Pierce meandered over, just in time to hear the guy answering his own riddle, which the serval had - fortunately - missed.
"enigma; noun; a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand."
The word "enigma" was one not commonly used. In fact, Pierce was pretty sure he'd only heard anyone say it when he used to study the dictionary with his old mentor, though he tried his best not to think about that- he was trying to move on, to better himself, and dwelling on that asshole wasn't going to help. As the gibbon before him went on, however, Pierce realized that this new assumed Sunhavener wasn't going to, either.
"I'm Edward Nygma,"
That was all Pierce needed to hear for the blood to drain from his face and his mouth to go dry. Edward Nygma- it was a name he hadn't heard uttered in such a long time, for the man it had belonged to had ditched the first name at such a young age, before he and Pierce even met. Rid, was what Pierce had known him as; Riddlersgame Nygma. It was a name that had once brought such joy to his heart, a smile to his kind features, but now, he felt only shocked, confused. It wasn't like it was a common name- Edward, perhaps, but who had ever heard of a man named Nygma? It was too specific to be a coincidence. It could not be a coincidence.
So what was this, some sort of cruel joke? For not only had the name belonged to a man who had broken his heart so many times, who he had once loved so dearly and now felt so much anger toward, but it was also the name of his son. His son, who had never had the chance to feel the warmth of the sun against his golden coat, or to play with his littermate who currently lay sick in Pierce's home. Edward Parker-Gardner. Ed. Little, dead Ed, who Pierce so wished he could hold to this very day, despite all the time that had passed. "The pain will fade with time," he'd been told, but he didn't feel any fucking different. The figurative scars were still there, pink and ugly and a constant reminder of what he could have had. He still ached for his little boy, for the chance to have seen him grow up, and he still could not think of Riddlersgame. God, how he missed him, but he refused to let that resonate for fear that his anger toward the other, the only thing that still kept him from utterly shattering, would fade and be replaced with the sorrow and crushing loneliness that crept into his head at night.
A lump had formed in Pierce's throat as he stood before the newcomer, tears threatening his stinging eyes. Clearly, this man was not Riddler in another body - his body language was completely off, and the handsome tabby never would have gone by his old name again -, but what could explain the exact same name, as well as the apparent fascination for riddles? It was too, too perfect. Something was wrong. "So what the hell do you want?" The words slipped past his lips before he could stop them, aggressive barrier erected in a defensive reaction to his confusion and multitude of emotions. The other's riddle-oriented behavior and eerily familiar name were both red flags for Pierce, and he wasn't about to take another chance at getting hurt by a guy named Nygma. So, he'd just make sure it wasn't possible. He'd keep the ape as far as he could from himself, and it'd be fine.
"speech"
also im SORRY this is so long u can skip to the last paragraph if u want skjhdgfds
Pierce was commonly seen as the "nice guy" by others, the guy that was always happy to talk to you and to help you if you so needed. His gentle smiles, kind words, and his all-around warmth all aided this image, and he liked to think that it was a pretty accurate one. He loved people, and loved when they were happy. All he really wanted was to live a nice life and make others smile. However, he was still a person, and there would always be times when he dropped the sweetness to handle a tough situation, or when he completely forgot his manners and lost it. The latter was incredibly uncommon, truth be told- he was typically rather well-composed, no matter how angry or upset he may be.
The slender Dawnguard had been nearby when the sounds of voices reached his ears, and he raised his honey gaze to settle on the small group of animals. There was Bucky and Monroe, his clanmates, and then what looked to be a fuzzy human child- the word was monkey, right? That was what they were called? Or maybe the proper term was ape, but he really had no idea. He'd read about both of them a long time ago, but didn't think he'd ever met one in person. A bright smile finding its way to his features, Pierce meandered over, just in time to hear the guy answering his own riddle, which the serval had - fortunately - missed.
"enigma; noun; a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand."
The word "enigma" was one not commonly used. In fact, Pierce was pretty sure he'd only heard anyone say it when he used to study the dictionary with his old mentor, though he tried his best not to think about that- he was trying to move on, to better himself, and dwelling on that asshole wasn't going to help. As the gibbon before him went on, however, Pierce realized that this new assumed Sunhavener wasn't going to, either.
"I'm Edward Nygma,"
That was all Pierce needed to hear for the blood to drain from his face and his mouth to go dry. Edward Nygma- it was a name he hadn't heard uttered in such a long time, for the man it had belonged to had ditched the first name at such a young age, before he and Pierce even met. Rid, was what Pierce had known him as; Riddlersgame Nygma. It was a name that had once brought such joy to his heart, a smile to his kind features, but now, he felt only shocked, confused. It wasn't like it was a common name- Edward, perhaps, but who had ever heard of a man named Nygma? It was too specific to be a coincidence. It could not be a coincidence.
So what was this, some sort of cruel joke? For not only had the name belonged to a man who had broken his heart so many times, who he had once loved so dearly and now felt so much anger toward, but it was also the name of his son. His son, who had never had the chance to feel the warmth of the sun against his golden coat, or to play with his littermate who currently lay sick in Pierce's home. Edward Parker-Gardner. Ed. Little, dead Ed, who Pierce so wished he could hold to this very day, despite all the time that had passed. "The pain will fade with time," he'd been told, but he didn't feel any fucking different. The figurative scars were still there, pink and ugly and a constant reminder of what he could have had. He still ached for his little boy, for the chance to have seen him grow up, and he still could not think of Riddlersgame. God, how he missed him, but he refused to let that resonate for fear that his anger toward the other, the only thing that still kept him from utterly shattering, would fade and be replaced with the sorrow and crushing loneliness that crept into his head at night.
A lump had formed in Pierce's throat as he stood before the newcomer, tears threatening his stinging eyes. Clearly, this man was not Riddler in another body - his body language was completely off, and the handsome tabby never would have gone by his old name again -, but what could explain the exact same name, as well as the apparent fascination for riddles? It was too, too perfect. Something was wrong. "So what the hell do you want?" The words slipped past his lips before he could stop them, aggressive barrier erected in a defensive reaction to his confusion and multitude of emotions. The other's riddle-oriented behavior and eerily familiar name were both red flags for Pierce, and he wasn't about to take another chance at getting hurt by a guy named Nygma. So, he'd just make sure it wasn't possible. He'd keep the ape as far as he could from himself, and it'd be fine.
"speech"
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