sasaki's bones are just that - there is no head in sight, no flesh, just that familiar torso that you would recognize across years, decades, centuries. it's wrapped up in vines, barely suspended above the ground, and that's where the glow comes from.
line the vines grew into the bones, wove their way through, and allowed a luxurious flower to grow and blossom within the cradle of his ribcage. ]
[ the tone is chipper, and since he is alone here, he allows the warmth to seep through, a gentle fondness that stands contradictory to his existence. as if they just bumped into each other on the street, and not in the eye of a hurricane. as if the last time owner had seen sasaki, it was when he had his hands wrapped around his neck.
but that doesn't matter right now.
he will hobble over, ignoring the pain that each step strikes him with, until he is close enough to touch the curious sight. and he does. owner drops the sword unceremoniously onto the ground, and he reaches out to place a hand onto the familiar bones. he lets his fingers trace over the ribcage, leaving traces of his own blood on the bone. they go well together, he thinks. ]
I seem to be late again, hm? I'll have to find a nice spot to bury you, my friend.
[ there's a pause, and he will reach through the bones to grab onto the flower. ]
[ like warm honey, the sensation of want and beckoning and wholeness pours over owner's fingers and up his intact arm. it oozes all the way into his core, seeking to fill all the empty parts of him. welcoming him to accept what it has to offer him.
unity. belonging. it has all the world to give, if only he would return its embrace and join this world that it has to offer him.
sasaki has nothing to say to him, like this. the whistling of his bones is the only answer that owner has, but his blood is beautiful and stark against the white of his rib bones.
inside of them, the flower petals are delicate, thick with pollen. ]
[ me, oocly: huh this flower is kinda fucked up owner, icly: huh this flower is kinda fucked up
the sensation is-- unexpected, but at this point, literally what part of this mission has been expected. and it's pleasant, almost soothing in a way, to listen to its call. somewhere to belong, with the world, and everyone else here.
of course, it's all a lie though. just looking around at the devastation here, and at the bones in front of him, is enough to prove that. ]
Ah, I wish I could have learned more about you... this place must have so many secrets.
[ yeah it's kinda fucked up! the lorax's stache... who could have done this...
there's a flare of warmth, when he speaks, before it starts to turn molten hot when his fingers curl. the gentle welcome lashes out the moment that it seems to realize what's happening - but it's too late. owner crushes it in his hand, feels a hard, stone-like (unless..?) pit, a seed, at its center.
crushing the flower is enough, though. the whistling through the bones has stopped, before the entire eye of the storm convulses.
and then, abruptly, the winding vines come crashing inwards in something reminiscent of an implosion with owner at the center of it. the pressure of the vines, the stabbing thorns, come crashing down upon him and sasaki's bones. the overgrowth grinds together as it trying to compact itself as tightly as possible, bringing him with them.
at least you'll be here together with him again. ]
[ well, this is fine. this is also a top tier final utena episode moment actually so thank you
a few thoughts run through owner's mind very quickly, so fast that they sort of blur into each other, but they are as follows:
the first, is that he realizes the others do not know where he is. some of they might have seen him run into the garden, but he would not be surprised if they missed it because of how chaotic it had been. even if they did see, they wouldn't know where he went in there. and with a missing arm, and the other hand holding onto this seed as everything forms around him, he realizes he probably missed his chance to see anything into the earpiece. he isn't even sure if he can speak, with the vines twisting everywhere.
the second is that he wonders where rei went, and if he managed to get out safely. it's a silly thought, he's aware, because like temenos said, there is a good chance that was some sort of trick. after all, rei just very recently lost half a leg, partly due to owner's meddling with his family affairs. and there is always the chance he somehow got it back, or some sort of replacement, but... in case rei didn't manage to escape, it is better to imagine that it wasn't real.
the third, and the most overpowering, is the pain. there is nothing that doesn't hurt. and he is used to agony, he is used to being ripped apart and his bones shattering and the sensation of having to reform every tissue and muscle and organ to put himself back together again, but that's when he is at his full capacity in power. now, it's just a fleeting connection to it that comes and goes, and while her extraordinary strength is the only reason he managed to get this far, it's currently not doing enough.
and, last, is the content feeling of having sasaki's bones pressed against him, because sometimes you can find solace in the smallest of things as you are crushed. ]
[ it's like a warm embrace, as the light of the flower dies out and the energy of the gardens, of verdure, is released. sasaki's bones are crushed into owner's chest, his arm, and it's like the first time all over again - sasaki, alone in the woods, hiding away from the world to hide his secret from those that would see him a monster.
but what a splendid thing he's always been.
the vines twist, winding together like the snakes that have been sent after you time and time again. but they also twist and grind your body and the bones, warping parts of your flesh in different directions and tearing into it. pulling your bones apart from joints.
the last, wonderful thought you get to have is that you will be together again with sasaki, entombed with him in the forest, side by side. your crimson blood on his white bones.
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the glow and the whistling are in the same place.
the bad news?
sasaki's bones are just that - there is no head in sight, no flesh, just that familiar torso that you would recognize across years, decades, centuries. it's wrapped up in vines, barely suspended above the ground, and that's where the glow comes from.
line the vines grew into the bones, wove their way through, and allowed a luxurious flower to grow and blossom within the cradle of his ribcage. ]
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[ the tone is chipper, and since he is alone here, he allows the warmth to seep through, a gentle fondness that stands contradictory to his existence. as if they just bumped into each other on the street, and not in the eye of a hurricane. as if the last time owner had seen sasaki, it was when he had his hands wrapped around his neck.
but that doesn't matter right now.
he will hobble over, ignoring the pain that each step strikes him with, until he is close enough to touch the curious sight. and he does. owner drops the sword unceremoniously onto the ground, and he reaches out to place a hand onto the familiar bones. he lets his fingers trace over the ribcage, leaving traces of his own blood on the bone. they go well together, he thinks. ]
I seem to be late again, hm? I'll have to find a nice spot to bury you, my friend.
[ there's a pause, and he will reach through the bones to grab onto the flower. ]
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unity. belonging. it has all the world to give, if only he would return its embrace and join this world that it has to offer him.
sasaki has nothing to say to him, like this. the whistling of his bones is the only answer that owner has, but his blood is beautiful and stark against the white of his rib bones.
inside of them, the flower petals are delicate, thick with pollen. ]
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owner, icly: huh this flower is kinda fucked up
the sensation is-- unexpected, but at this point, literally what part of this mission has been expected. and it's pleasant, almost soothing in a way, to listen to its call. somewhere to belong, with the world, and everyone else here.
of course, it's all a lie though. just looking around at the devastation here, and at the bones in front of him, is enough to prove that. ]
Ah, I wish I could have learned more about you... this place must have so many secrets.
[ what a waste.
he crushes the flower in his fist.
(they never said they couldn't damage it.) ]
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there's a flare of warmth, when he speaks, before it starts to turn molten hot when his fingers curl. the gentle welcome lashes out the moment that it seems to realize what's happening - but it's too late. owner crushes it in his hand, feels a hard, stone-like (unless..?) pit, a seed, at its center.
crushing the flower is enough, though. the whistling through the bones has stopped, before the entire eye of the storm convulses.
and then, abruptly, the winding vines come crashing inwards in something reminiscent of an implosion with owner at the center of it. the pressure of the vines, the stabbing thorns, come crashing down upon him and sasaki's bones. the overgrowth grinds together as it trying to compact itself as tightly as possible, bringing him with them.
at least you'll be here together with him again. ]
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a few thoughts run through owner's mind very quickly, so fast that they sort of blur into each other, but they are as follows:
the first, is that he realizes the others do not know where he is. some of they might have seen him run into the garden, but he would not be surprised if they missed it because of how chaotic it had been. even if they did see, they wouldn't know where he went in there. and with a missing arm, and the other hand holding onto this seed as everything forms around him, he realizes he probably missed his chance to see anything into the earpiece. he isn't even sure if he can speak, with the vines twisting everywhere.
the second is that he wonders where rei went, and if he managed to get out safely. it's a silly thought, he's aware, because like temenos said, there is a good chance that was some sort of trick. after all, rei just very recently lost half a leg, partly due to owner's meddling with his family affairs. and there is always the chance he somehow got it back, or some sort of replacement, but... in case rei didn't manage to escape, it is better to imagine that it wasn't real.
the third, and the most overpowering, is the pain. there is nothing that doesn't hurt. and he is used to agony, he is used to being ripped apart and his bones shattering and the sensation of having to reform every tissue and muscle and organ to put himself back together again, but that's when he is at his full capacity in power. now, it's just a fleeting connection to it that comes and goes, and while her extraordinary strength is the only reason he managed to get this far, it's currently not doing enough.
and, last, is the content feeling of having sasaki's bones pressed against him, because sometimes you can find solace in the smallest of things as you are crushed. ]
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but what a splendid thing he's always been.
the vines twist, winding together like the snakes that have been sent after you time and time again. but they also twist and grind your body and the bones, warping parts of your flesh in different directions and tearing into it. pulling your bones apart from joints.
the last, wonderful thought you get to have is that you will be together again with sasaki, entombed with him in the forest, side by side. your crimson blood on his white bones.
owner is dead. ]