[ years of scrambling and running from monsters and people alike have made crea a light sleeper.
as soon as beelzebub urges him, he starts awake, breath caught on his chest. like a startled cat, he’s already out of bed before he starts asking questions. ]
[ after the trial, crea has been...mostly keeping to himself.
he wakes up early and comes back late, like a cat that has decided to run away from its home in order to nurse its wounds. reopening psychological wounds is not part of his ability nor is it healing them. if he could heal them, he would never reopen them the way that the trial and the later fallout have.
he's at the beach, late at night, working with something. it looks like he has a couple tools, a spoon and a sharp knife, as he tries to do some sort of precision work on this...specifically, carving out a hole on the top, as if to hang it from something. perhaps the drawstring bag next to him might be some clue. ]
Edited (forgot we had no execution bruh) 2023-06-05 04:26 (UTC)
[Even though he's up and about rather fast, Beel stays mostly in the cabana, slipping out only twice - once to take some time alone on the beach, and once to rummage through the mess left at the buffet and grab enough food for himself to last until the morning.
It also means he's not seeing much of Crea. At all. And when the sun goes down and there is STILL no Crea, Beelzebub slips out from the cabana to go looking.
Thankfully the beach keeps Crea easy to spot, so Beel doesn't rush his pace, quietly swinging by one of the drink bars once he knows where his roommate is before circling back.
A lidded cup of something cold and full of ice is tapped against one of his shoulders. Beelzebub doesn't move to sit just yet, simply holding out the cup in silence.]
[ in his focus, crea completely forgets the rest of the world. he’s at his happiest now, working with wood and nature, even as difficult as it is to work without a proper tool to chisel with. he has to be gentle so as to not damage the wood in an irreparable manner. this is too precious for him to ruin. maybe if he returns, he can make it into a proper pendant and give it to sii-tan! maybe he would like that!?
by the time that beelzebub gets to him, he’s made some progress. there’s an indentation where the hole will be, and he’s about to use the knife to dig when…
oh.
after a small jolt, crea turns around, looking up at beelzebub. he’s wearing different clothes now. it’s his uniform.
he smiles. ]
Hey! [ setting down his knife on the sand, he uses his newly-freed hand to take the drink. ] What did you make this time?
[ there's a moment of hesitation, as crea considers his answer. the answer that he almost blurts out is 'no', in a measly attempt to push the other away. he recognizes that he wants the company, but what point is there in searching for it? what point is there in wanting it, when he knows that eventually they'll have to part ways?
...
he takes a sip of his lemonade, the smile melting away into a neutral expression. ]
I'd hate to keep you here if you're busy, but if you don't mind...I wouldn't mind either.
[ he sets the drink down on the sand, using his newly freed up hand to... also hold the amulet. he holds it like it's something precious, as if it were something rarer than gold. ]
Zelkov gave this to me. [ the uniform he's wearing, too. ] Y'know what this is?
[ crea didn't want to visit beelzebub. there's no way that he could face him. not so much out of shame for what he did after the trial ended, but because of guilt for not being able to protect him or nona. ]
[ give him a moment. thirty minutes maybe, and crea's walking in with a little someone in tow: noodle.
crea... looks as composed as possible. but he's also keeping enough distance that, maybe, beel won't be able to see how red his eyes are from crying. ]
[The stone prison isn't much, tucked back into sea caves on Sungem with a kittybot just conveniently too far away for Beel to fully reach, but still dispensing snacks that he can grab as he paces the length of the cage.
He's just polished off a skewer of some sort when Crea speaks up, getting his attention.]
Crea... [Oh. His eyes soften at how far they stand away, but he'll still slowly come up to the bars.]
I thought...that maybe he had been alone for too long.
[ because nona is gone. beel will soon be gone, too. and-- ]
Xiao is...away. So it's just me in the cabana until... tomorrow, hopefully.
[ he glances at the six-legged dog who he knows so little about except that nona loved him just how she loved so many other things, and then glances back at beel. ]
Are they treating you okay? [ the bots. the others. ]
[It feels wrong, for that to be the first thing out of his mouth when he's being handfed by a kittybot. But his hand digs at his shirt, against his stomach that still growls despite everything, and his eyes drift straight to the ground.]
[ crea says without hesitation. there's no need to hesitate when it comes to something like this, when it deals with a person that he cares about. he nods again. ]
I don't care if you're a hero or not, Crea. I just care that you're you. I want to get you home to the people you care about. Even if it means we can't be heros about it anymore.
[Wanna team up with me
and take revenge on some admins that absolutely deserve it?]
[ beelzebub you make it extremely hard to not have a crush on you.
but when he thinks about it, why is that the case? why does he care so much about beelzebub, regardless of the fact that the entirety of the dodo cabana wormed their way into his heart while he wasn't looking?
...
maybe it's because he sees a bit of sii-tan in him, sometimes. that big heart of his, despite having to go through the worst circumstances... ]
Well... I did say anything. [ he sighs, laughing helplessly. ] You really are kind, Beel. I'm scared to know how you've survived in a world of Devils this whole time.
[ maybe crea really is a demon, then, if he's far more morally bankrupt than an actual demon is. ]
Well, that doesn't change anything. You're still my friend.
[ with a shuddering breath, crea steps closer, gently placing his hand on beelzebub's. now the other can see how the corners of his eyes are puffed and red from crying, cursing god for taking yet another thing from him.
--and immediately yanks him towards the bars, enough to get both arms around him in as best a bear hug as he can manage with the stone bars in the way.]
You're mine, too. Don't forget it, or I might have to call you an idiot the next time I see you.
[ losing his balance suddenly, crea slips further forward against the bars. he's certain that he might have hit his forehead against them, but...
the pain means nothing next to the warmth of beel's hug. crea awkwardly wraps his arms around beelzebub as best as he can and he.
he can't help it. he thought that he didn't have any more tears to shed, that he was finally all dried up after crying alone in his cabana, but as he settles into beelzebub's warmth, he simply starts sobbing. in a mix of 'i'm sorry's and 'please don't go's, crea lets himself be as vulnerable as possible, aware that there's no merit in it. beelzebub is leaving him, no matter how much he cries for him to stay. he's another person that will soon leave him, but at least this time he can foresee the ending a mile away. ]
[It's quietly repeated a few times, keeping Crea held as tight as he can manage. It hurts, to finally see this as a point of Crea allowing himself to not be okay.]
Thank you for coming to see me. Thank you for trying so hard. Thank you for letting me get to know you.
[ it's not his fault, beelzebub says, but crea can't help but feel like he is partially responsible somehow. if he had done things differently, could he have swayed the vote? maybe even to himself?
no. no, he has to return to sii-tan. he has to return to sii-tan. and if that's the case, then he should have been ready to break a few eggs. prioritizing his emotions over the plan... what kind of third-rate spy has he become? they say that they don't need any more sacrifices, right? if that's the case, then... it should be fine. his mission will soon be over. he can go home soon, or to whatever will be left.
his sobs quiet down and soon come to a stop with a few more sniffles. he smiles sadly, pushing back. ]
You were the one that asked me to see you. How was I going to say no? And I'm not sure if I did much regarding the other two things, but... you're welcome.
[ ... ]
Ah, maybe I should... give you this. [ he shuffles through his pocket, pulling out the charm that he has carried with him for the past two weeks. he sticks his hand between the bars, holding it for beelzebub to grab. ]
Take it. I told ya I made it myself, so I'll give it to ya. [ ... ] It means "Love and Peace", so I think it would fit you more than it would the me that I am right now.
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WEEK 2 - WEDNESDAY NOON-ISH (un: Beelzeburger)
If you're not busy, could you swing by the kitchen? I have something for you.
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Sure, give me like 2 minutes!!
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crea comes into the industrial kitchen, a few coconuts in his arms and a pleased smile on his face. ]
Hey Beelz! These fruits looked edible, so I wanted to get your thoughts on them. [ he tilts his head. ] What did you wanna show me?
THURSDAY WEEK 3, MORNING
Crea. Crea, wake up.
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[ years of scrambling and running from monsters and people alike have made crea a light sleeper.
as soon as beelzebub urges him, he starts awake, breath caught on his chest. like a startled cat, he’s already out of bed before he starts asking questions. ]
What is it? Don’t tell me you found a body.
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No, it's fine. No bodies.
[His free hand holds... a parfait glass? What the fuck is it filled with, though--]
... Do you need a second?
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[ oh, ok. no bodies.
maybe he can get ready a little slower, then. he glances down at the glass, eyes narrowed as he tries to distinguish the contents. ]
Never mind, then! What do you have?
week 3 sunday evening
he wakes up early and comes back late, like a cat that has decided to run away from its home in order to nurse its wounds. reopening psychological wounds is not part of his ability nor is it healing them. if he could heal them, he would never reopen them the way that the trial and the later fallout have.
he's at the beach, late at night, working with something. it looks like he has a couple tools, a spoon and a sharp knife, as he tries to do some sort of precision work on this...specifically, carving out a hole on the top, as if to hang it from something. perhaps the drawstring bag next to him might be some clue. ]
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It also means he's not seeing much of Crea. At all. And when the sun goes down and there is STILL no Crea, Beelzebub slips out from the cabana to go looking.
Thankfully the beach keeps Crea easy to spot, so Beel doesn't rush his pace, quietly swinging by one of the drink bars once he knows where his roommate is before circling back.
A lidded cup of something cold and full of ice is tapped against one of his shoulders. Beelzebub doesn't move to sit just yet, simply holding out the cup in silence.]
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by the time that beelzebub gets to him, he’s made some progress. there’s an indentation where the hole will be, and he’s about to use the knife to dig when…
oh.
after a small jolt, crea turns around, looking up at beelzebub. he’s wearing different clothes now. it’s his uniform.
he smiles. ]
Hey! [ setting down his knife on the sand, he uses his newly-freed hand to take the drink. ] What did you make this time?
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[He's got one of his own in his other hand, though it's untouched for now, not meeting Crea's easy smile.]
Do you want company?
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[ there's a moment of hesitation, as crea considers his answer. the answer that he almost blurts out is 'no', in a measly attempt to push the other away. he recognizes that he wants the company, but what point is there in searching for it? what point is there in wanting it, when he knows that eventually they'll have to part ways?
...
he takes a sip of his lemonade, the smile melting away into a neutral expression. ]
I'd hate to keep you here if you're busy, but if you don't mind...I wouldn't mind either.
[ he really wouldn't. ]
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[It's his usual borderline monotone, just a little more tired than usual, plopping to a seat down onto the sand.]
It's late, though. I wanted to make sure you were okay.
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in his other hand, he fidgets with the wooden carving. ]
Do I not look okay to you?
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I don't know. I don't know what "okay" feels like for you, Crea.
All I know is that you've been missing all day. It's weird for you. So I got worried.
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[ ...
in a soft, dull tone: ]
Sorry 'bout that. I guess I've just had a lot on my mind.
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Do you want to talk about it?
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[ he sets the drink down on the sand, using his newly freed up hand to... also hold the amulet. he holds it like it's something precious, as if it were something rarer than gold. ]
Zelkov gave this to me. [ the uniform he's wearing, too. ] Y'know what this is?
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I don't recognize it. Is it something from your home?
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[ sorry beel, he was just bullying you. a smile flits across his face as he thumbs the insignia. ]
Because I carved it myself as a child. This is something that I made for Sion when we were children.
wednesday, week 4
he's wearing his uniform, hoodie up, as he makes his way into the planetarium and... ]
Oh, Beel. You're here.
week 5, monday
a memory that crea himself would rather keep to himself, probably, but now they can relive it together. yay! ]
WEEK 5 - POST TRIAL
Crea. Are you awake?
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I am.
What's up?
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I have something I want to ask you.
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2/2
crea... looks as composed as possible. but he's also keeping enough distance that, maybe, beel won't be able to see how red his eyes are from crying. ]
Hey.
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He's just polished off a skewer of some sort when Crea speaks up, getting his attention.]
Crea... [Oh. His eyes soften at how far they stand away, but he'll still slowly come up to the bars.]
You brought Noodle?
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[ because nona is gone. beel will soon be gone, too. and-- ]
Xiao is...away. So it's just me in the cabana until... tomorrow, hopefully.
[ he glances at the six-legged dog who he knows so little about except that nona loved him just how she loved so many other things, and then glances back at beel. ]
Are they treating you okay? [ the bots. the others. ]
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[It feels wrong, for that to be the first thing out of his mouth when he's being handfed by a kittybot. But his hand digs at his shirt, against his stomach that still growls despite everything, and his eyes drift straight to the ground.]
...Hey. Crea, can you promise me something?
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[ crea says without hesitation. there's no need to hesitate when it comes to something like this, when it deals with a person that he cares about. he nods again. ]
Tell me anything.
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Don't let them kill anyone else.
If I can find Nona on the other side, I want to bring us back. But I'm going to need people to trust that we can make it.
Can you promise that you'll focus on that? No matter what happens tomorrow?
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[ ..................... ]
Do I really look like that sort of hero to you?
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[Wanna team up with me
and take revenge on some admins that absolutely deserve it?]
I lost my chance. But I trust you.
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but when he thinks about it, why is that the case? why does he care so much about beelzebub, regardless of the fact that the entirety of the dodo cabana wormed their way into his heart while he wasn't looking?
...
maybe it's because he sees a bit of sii-tan in him, sometimes. that big heart of his, despite having to go through the worst circumstances... ]
Well... I did say anything. [ he sighs, laughing helplessly. ] You really are kind, Beel. I'm scared to know how you've survived in a world of Devils this whole time.
[ maybe crea really is a demon, then, if he's far more morally bankrupt than an actual demon is. ]
I'll do it. For you.
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Because I'm one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, Crea. I'm that way for a reason.
[He holds a hand out from behind the bars, looking Crea dead in the eyes with a silent request for him to take it.]
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[ with a shuddering breath, crea steps closer, gently placing his hand on beelzebub's. now the other can see how the corners of his eyes are puffed and red from crying, cursing god for taking yet another thing from him.
oh jeez, how embarrassing. ]
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--and immediately yanks him towards the bars, enough to get both arms around him in as best a bear hug as he can manage with the stone bars in the way.]
You're mine, too. Don't forget it, or I might have to call you an idiot the next time I see you.
Okay?
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[ losing his balance suddenly, crea slips further forward against the bars. he's certain that he might have hit his forehead against them, but...
the pain means nothing next to the warmth of beel's hug. crea awkwardly wraps his arms around beelzebub as best as he can and he.
he can't help it. he thought that he didn't have any more tears to shed, that he was finally all dried up after crying alone in his cabana, but as he settles into beelzebub's warmth, he simply starts sobbing. in a mix of 'i'm sorry's and 'please don't go's, crea lets himself be as vulnerable as possible, aware that there's no merit in it. beelzebub is leaving him, no matter how much he cries for him to stay. he's another person that will soon leave him, but at least this time he can foresee the ending a mile away. ]
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[It's quietly repeated a few times, keeping Crea held as tight as he can manage. It hurts, to finally see this as a point of Crea allowing himself to not be okay.]
Thank you for coming to see me. Thank you for trying so hard. Thank you for letting me get to know you.
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no. no, he has to return to sii-tan. he has to return to sii-tan. and if that's the case, then he should have been ready to break a few eggs. prioritizing his emotions over the plan... what kind of third-rate spy has he become? they say that they don't need any more sacrifices, right? if that's the case, then... it should be fine. his mission will soon be over. he can go home soon, or to whatever will be left.
his sobs quiet down and soon come to a stop with a few more sniffles. he smiles sadly, pushing back. ]
You were the one that asked me to see you. How was I going to say no? And I'm not sure if I did much regarding the other two things, but... you're welcome.
[ ... ]
Ah, maybe I should... give you this. [ he shuffles through his pocket, pulling out the charm that he has carried with him for the past two weeks. he sticks his hand between the bars, holding it for beelzebub to grab. ]
Take it. I told ya I made it myself, so I'll give it to ya. [ ... ] It means "Love and Peace", so I think it would fit you more than it would the me that I am right now.