ic fmk: sing edition

[singhelpers]

Fuck (kiss), marry, or kill


— post your a toplevel for your character or throw three people's names out into the ether
— decide which one your character would like to fuck (or hug for the wee ones), marry, or kill
— respond appropriately
— shenanigans ensue

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[fidior]

[ SIR..... why are they doing this.... ]

I apologise from the depths of myself... for how inappropriate all of this is...

But I will not subject this man to it. For this, I refuse to answer....!

[ HE'S PUTTING HIS FOOT DOWN. YOU PEOPLE WON'T MAKE HIM DISRESPECT CAPTAIN CROZIER. ]

[goingtobeunwell]

God bless you, lad, that’s why I’d marry you.

[Not a smirk nor a wink to be found.

And where’d he get that cup of tea? He takes a very slooooow, pointed sip.]

[fidior]

[ Sir PLEASE.... but of course Little is going to answer this very Sincerely... even if he looks like he's about to cry. (Granted, he always looks like that) ]

Although I am sure I am not truly equipped for marriage, I would do my best to be a capable spouse indeed, sir.

[goingtobeunwell]

[Not even a smile. Sigh.]

Edward, you're a loyal, accomplished young man. You'll make a fine husband to some very lucky woman.

not here

[castitas]

[ THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S BEEN TELLING HIM, MR CROZIER. MAYBE HE'LL LISTEN TO YOU!! ]

[fidior]

[ SORRY, SIR... He doesn't know how to be anything other than So Serious.... ]

I do not think such a future is... possible for me.

[goingtobeunwell]

Is it so ridiculous to imagine? What's more far-fetched, an aurora summoning strangers from across time and space, or Edward Little one day marrying?

[fidior]

[ He may not know all of the truths behind it, but Little knows there is no future for him beyond this place. ]

It is best not to even... consider such things. They are for living men.

[ He does finally give a little smile... even if it's a sad one.. ]

But it is all right. I never imagined I should marry, when I joined. My duty is to other things.

[goingtobeunwell]

Check your pulse. If you're not living then what on earth are you?

[A pause.]

You may never have the type of life you once imagined for yourself. I won't promise that. But if you find happiness, whatever form it may take, I urge you not to turn away from it.

[fidior]

[ It's a question he has no idea how to answer. He's— something inbetween, perhaps. Neither alive nor dead, but stuck.

(But he feels alive, doesn't he? His heart beats, and shudders, and warms, and aches the way a living heart does.) Little swallows, offering a quiet exhale as he listens to those words. Hesitating a moment, before admitting something— ]

Sometimes I am not certain I even know how to pinpoint what 'happiness' looks like. Does that sound strange...? It seems... an odd concept now.

[goingtobeunwell]

[Does it sound strange? Crozier laughs gently.]

I thought I could find happiness at sea, then in marriage, and then at the bottom of a bottle. I'm not the man that can give definitives.

[fidior]

[ Finally, Little manages to smile too. ]

Do you think there might be some form of it here, for you? ...Happiness. Or, at the very least... contentedness.

Perhaps for men like us, that is enough.

[goingtobeunwell]

I think that....perhaps if I see contentedness reflected in you and the others, then yes, I could be happy.