Deceuer Catch-All

[silentsavant]

Who: Soren and OTA!
When: Various dates in in Deceuer.
Where: Depends on the prompt!
What: A catchall. Prompts are in the comments.
Warnings: Depression... References to house fires... the rest TBD

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[metalcrusher]

[Boom, there it is... So Soren does know, and Mettaton chooses not to pursue in this moment. His sourness is enough reason to withhold, but never trust Mettaton not to pry. Nor to not gossip.]

A SWORD BELONGING TO YOU! THAT ALONE MEANS IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOURS FROM THE START. [Eren.

Indeed, the mention of Soren losing his sense... Mettaton's screen dims. He can't rotate his head to look around, but his silence suggests that the Puca's drinking in the neighborhood in his reflection. The violence enacted upon the neighborhood's a sure representation of what they did to each other.

Mettaton shrugs weakly before bringing his nails in front of his screen, fiddling with them, feeling their neatly filed, dulled ends. Nails he files nearly every morning to keep up with their growth.]

BEING A MONSTER IN GEARDAGAS ISN'T EASY. YOU WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST OF US TO ACT SO... UNCONTROLLABLY.

[silentsavant]

I know that, [he snaps quietly, not entirely a fan of discussing the unpleasant obvious right now. Cleaning up the edges and appraising his own work, he decides to call it a night and begins to collect the tools and materials supplied to him.] But as a Puca, don't try to sympathize with a Dragon.

[metalcrusher]

.....

[The silence he pays Soren is to examine him. His draconic features, comparing them to the beast who nearly killed him. ...It was so easy for him to do, to kill even a robot between his jaws. To kill another Dragon.

And yet. Mettaton raises a finger. His screen blanks out, leaving their space that much darker.]

DID YOU KNOW... THAT I HAVE ALMOST KILLED MY FIANCÉ, IN A FIT OF MONSTROUS, SPITEFUL IRE? THAT I NEARLY KILLED HIM AGAIN, PURELY BY ACCIDENT? IT WAS PERILOUSLY CLOSE, DARLING. THESE TEETH AND CLAWS... GROW TOO SHARP FOR A HUMAN BODY. AND PUCA, LIKE HARPIES AND MERROW, ARE PRONE TO A FULL MOON SHIFT AT ANY TIME OF THE MONTH, IF INCITED.

[When his monitor lights again, it's dimly. Mettaton crosses his arms.]

I'M NO DRAGON. BUT I'M YET A MONSTER, LIKE YOU. WERE I IN CONTROL OF MYSELF... I'D NEVER HURT HIM.

[silentsavant]

...

[It's worth a pause and a long, grave look as Soren tries to envision the Exarch's old enemy bleeding out beneath a monstrous, moontouched rabbit. If their feelings ran true (it still hasn't quite sunken in yet, the conjugal nature of their bond), how remorseful and frantic the Puca who would never want to hurt him must be when he comes to. This fear he can relate to, and perhaps more than ever, now that his tender, budding feelings have finally matured enough start blooming for someone other than Ike.

The snowfall picks up into flakes heavy enough to hear. Soren turns his sober, pensive face down and focuses on packing up so he can finally bask in the warmth that emanates from home instead of his preposterous unicycling acquaintance with the inadequate earmuffs. It's true that they are both subject to bouts of mania and indiscreet destructive behaviors, but harming one person hardly compares to a chunk of the city. It's not that Soren feels necessarily sorry for the people whose lives he'd impacted. It's not that he doesn't from time to time when the reminders become poignant enough to leech past his cold walls, either. It's the understanding of how this power is viewed by the humans who fear more, and what else they might do to him should he go berserk again.

Pushing into this grim topic further seems too tiresome. He feels crummy enough as it is, and it's... pointless. ]

I'm ready to head off.

[metalcrusher]

WELL. BEST OF LUCK TO YOU ON YOUR REBUILDING EFFORTS, DARLING.

[Mettaton's singular pole sticks out from his body, raising him up that might higher—to Soren's height, in fact. Their ears and horns each exceed them, to boot.]

AND HOW ABOUT YOUR TREK HOME? WILL YOU MAKE IT, OR COULD YOU USE THE WARM COMPANY?

[As obvious as anything, it is an offer. Mettaton doesn't even think about it. Of course he'd offer something like that, just because he can.]

[silentsavant]

[The dragon looks as thrilled as ever, not to mention (or have we already mentioned) tired. Resigned.]

Your heat is too convenient to pass up. Though I don't see what's in it for you...

[Maybe he's secretly trying to find out where he lives? What if there is some lingering umbrage from the time Soren had dirt that Mettaton was afraid he would reveal to others if he did the wrong thing? Soren is ever the suspicious creature looking out for his own skin.]

[metalcrusher]

[Mettaton laughs, screen bright once more as he waggles his finger.]

IN IT FOR ME? YOU'RE TOO MODEST, DARLING! YOU MAY NOT BE A STAR LIKE MYSELF, WITH FANS CLAMORING TO GET TO KNOW YOU... BUT I'M HAPPY TO SPEND AN EVENING'S WALK WITH YOU. JUST BECAUSE!

[Believe him or not, but there really is no caveat. The hope would be to ultimately gain Soren's favor, in the most distant sense, but with these sour types Mettaton doesn't expect much. He shrugs with one of his arms.]

BESIDES. IF I CAN DO SOMETHING TO HELP, I NEVER PASS UP THE OPPORTUNITY!

[silentsavant]

How pompous of you to assume I even care about your fame.

[He'll just... find a spot to stop that isn't close to where he lives. Soren begins moving along now.]

[metalcrusher]

WELL! FINE THEN! [Red screen of death.] BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME FROM ACCOMPANYING YOU HOME! MAYBE SOMEDAY, EVEN YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE ALLURE OF METTATON... OHHH YES.

[With Soren moving along, MTT deploys his wheel to accompany him. Snow, uneven streets... They kinda suck on a wheel, but Mettaton doesn't complain.]