Forget all the faces you've missed Remember the hearts that you risk It's when you're tongue tied It's when you can't hide You follow the words from the caves
Take your last supply To leave this h͎̟̳̮̦̼o͈̱̖͜͝m̷҉͎͝ȩ̸̩̩͈̲̹͓͈͜ behind You follow the words from caves
Tear up the letters you've saved From all the L̴̸̦̺̘̣̠̩̳̠͒̋ͩͭ̌̋̓͛̈́ͫ̋̿̅ͮͣͣͧ̓ͭȎ̢͎̜͈͓̟̱̫̪͐̏͂̓́ͯ͑̎̏̿̆͋̆͌̿͆͘͜͢͝V̷̼͉͖̌͗ͦͨ̑̔ͅE̢̩̩͙̪ͤ̓̓ͪ̀͢͟͠ led astray It's from the white lies When you were knee high You follow the words from the caves
Take your last supply To leave this h͎̟̳̮̦̼o͈̱̖͜͝m̷҉͎͝ȩ̸̩̩͈̲̹͓͈͜ behind You follow the words from caves
Blank faces Here we are staring at these Blank pages
How did the plans we drew Disappear in thin air Now all that's left are Two blank faces I know we let gold fade to black Give me time enough to bring us back
'Cause I've been pouring my whole life in you Trying to resurrect the LOVE we grew Yeah, we're both confused But I'll keep pouring my whole life into These broken roots
Frustrated We feel the cracks within our foundation That's why I'm digging every Day and night Night and day Swear I won't stop So please keep waiting
'Cause I've been pouring my whole life in you Trying to resurrect the LOVE we grew Yeah, we're both confused But I'll keep pouring my whole life into These broken roots
I keep pouring my whole life in you Trying to resurrect the LOVE we grew Yeah, we're both confused But I'll keep pouring my whole life into These broken roots
CHARA DREEMURR
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.
Frisk's Partner. In many, many things.
Frisk and Chara have walked endless timelines in a single pair of shoes, and with the responsibilities of the Underground and surface alike bearing down on them, they've formed a kind of connection that transcends the traditional angel-demon tale. To call their relationship complicated, even co-dependent, would be a grave understatement; Frisk and Chara operate on a wavelength that can only be achieved by two SOULS that have existed as one. While they don't hail from the same timeline group, their bond remains unaffected - it may perhaps even be accurate to say that it's more powerful than ever, chosen rather than jumbled together on a bed of golden flowers.
Chara is a critical part of Frisk's identity - not only because they've literally shared a SOUL, but because their parallels run in channels far beyond. They've shared a mother, a great burden, a decision shaped by determination; a journey up a mountain for reasons that weren't very happy. Chara's physical presence in the castle, where Frisk had once only known the tortured essence of a SOUL that latched onto theirs, allowed Frisk the opportunity to learn about the person it once belonged to. To Frisk, Chara is their Partner, and the being that still takes up space inside them is -- still just them.
Frisk worries for Chara, but doesn't push for the golden ending they desperately try to maintain for everyone else. The ending awaiting them both lies in a place far beyond the reach of what Frisk wants for others - it isn't as simple as sliding themselves into a picture of their smiling friends, where everyone looks happy. Their future is dark, yet darker, bleak.
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souldeterminant) wrote2015-12-15 12:24 am
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∴̷̴͘ ̢̕͠-̸̛͘͜ ̀͟͏̀✠̸̵͜͡ ̶̢̕-̡͘͞͠ ҉̶̵¿̸̢͝͞ ̨͢-̸̸͢ ͟͏҉⟲̶̨ ͢͠͠-̷͟ ̴͘͟͠ ̴͘-̨̧̧͝ ̶͘͡✾̵̕͞ ̕͞͠-͝͠҉̷ ̢̨́͟❤̸̡̀́͝ ̶̨͢͡-̸̧̨͡͠ 💓
Blank faces
Here we are staring at these
Blank pages
How did the plans we drew
Disappear in thin air
Now all that's left are
Two blank faces
I know we let gold fade to black
Give me time enough to bring us back
'Cause I've been pouring my whole life in you
Trying to resurrect the LOVE we grew
Yeah, we're both confused
But I'll keep pouring my whole life into
These broken roots
Frustrated
We feel the cracks within our foundation
That's why I'm digging every
Day and night
Night and day
Swear I won't stop
So please keep waiting
'Cause I've been pouring my whole life in you
Trying to resurrect the LOVE we grew
Yeah, we're both confused
But I'll keep pouring my whole life into
These broken roots
I keep pouring my whole life in you
Trying to resurrect the LOVE we grew
Yeah, we're both confused
But I'll keep pouring my whole life into
These broken roots
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.
Frisk and Chara have walked endless timelines in a single pair of shoes, and with the responsibilities of the Underground and surface alike bearing down on them, they've formed a kind of connection that transcends the traditional angel-demon tale. To call their relationship complicated, even co-dependent, would be a grave understatement; Frisk and Chara operate on a wavelength that can only be achieved by two SOULS that have existed as one. While they don't hail from the same timeline group, their bond remains unaffected - it may perhaps even be accurate to say that it's more powerful than ever, chosen rather than jumbled together on a bed of golden flowers.
Chara is a critical part of Frisk's identity - not only because they've literally shared a SOUL, but because their parallels run in channels far beyond. They've shared a mother, a great burden, a decision shaped by determination; a journey up a mountain for reasons that weren't very happy. Chara's physical presence in the castle, where Frisk had once only known the tortured essence of a SOUL that latched onto theirs, allowed Frisk the opportunity to learn about the person it once belonged to. To Frisk, Chara is their Partner, and the being that still takes up space inside them is -- still just them.
Frisk worries for Chara, but doesn't push for the golden ending they desperately try to maintain for everyone else. The ending awaiting them both lies in a place far beyond the reach of what Frisk wants for others - it isn't as simple as sliding themselves into a picture of their smiling friends, where everyone looks happy. Their future is dark, yet darker, bleak.
2 left.
Before they sleep.