ooc: I just wanna say, if there ever comes a time I need help paying for my surgeries and I have to turn to the rp community…you will get silly post op videos with me coming off the gas in return for your generosity. Okay? Not because I think you’re entitled, but I think that’d be a nice little thank you.
Just throwing that out there because I’m talking to Archie mun right now.
ooc: I’m sorry I’m doing just ship indulgence right now.
It’s a combination of trying to trudge through a difficult chapter of the fic and trying to figure out why there are a ton of people following me when they don’t have an OUAT universe. I really don’t make that great of memes all the time so IDK.
Archie listened even as he focused on the sky and tried not to be aware of how she was so close he could smell the sweet scent of her, of the soft the sound of her voice.
She hesitated before assuring him that he hadn’t hurt her feelings and in his doubt, he had to turn to see if she was lying or not. Whether or not she had been was lost on him, because he could now see that she had been staring unashamedly at him.
No one had ever stared at him, for any reason. And why would they? There was nothing interesting to see. Even so, she was studying him.
Before he could assure she hadn’t done anything wrong, she had fallen over. Perhaps it was because she had told him what she was suffering from, as he couldn’t help treating her just a little bit like a china doll.
Something told him she wouldn’t appreciate that, but he still rolled over on to his side and hovered a hand over her shoulder in concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked urgently.
"Yeah, yeah." Cherise chuckled. "M’fine. I fall over when I’m not on my feet. It happens…M’fine. Take it easy. Relax. God, relax…" The tiny girl reached for Archie’s hand and gently pulled him to complete the contact. She held his hand against her shoulder and tapped her fingers against his hand.
With a light smile, Cherise raised her eyebrows. “If you’re gonna do something, do it. Damn the consequences. Life is…too short.”
She wasn’t sure how to react. From years of outbursts and being so angry, people were afraid to reach for her. From being tossed around in foster care, no one had ever really hugged her before. Touch and affection was slightly foreign. No one had ever tried to comfort her before.
Cherise’s eyes wandered away for a moment while she tried to digest the actions. Why? Only moments ago she was being nasty to Archie. She had called him names and had nearly torn him apart. Was it pity? Was she some interesting new thing, a person with an illness, that needed to be figured out? She was confused.
Her hand still would not move from his. The grip was still very gentle, but it no longer kept his hand on her shoulder. It was just there now.
ooc: So I made it to eight pages. And I’m having a moment where I actually need a damn cookie. I wrote to a point where I’m like, no people need to read things and tell me that I’m not a total fuck up.
Do I suck? Should I pack it in tonight? Should I whip out the two pages? I’m just… I don’t know. I need some virtual dangled cookies above my head. It’s Archie and Cherise. I worked on this fic before I got…uh…tumblr rp famous? And now I’m finally on chapter ten? Don’t hit me?
"The eating. The getting sick. The eating. The getting sick. When is this supposed to be fun again? When did I have fun? Oh right. Last time I didn’t. I had triplets who wouldn’t let me make THANKSGIVING DINNER!"
"You don’t know what I’m capable of - you have no idea what Cornelius is capable of. I’m not a good person. I won’t ever be a good person. I’m not good. I can’t be good. The only way I’d be as how I’m supposed to is if I walk over the town line. But I’d never remember any of you. I won’t remember you. I met you after Cornelius woke. That’s the only way."
"So what is this, then? What are you saying? Do you want me to give you distance? I want to help you be the person you want to be, Kevin. I want to be your friend. But what is it that you want? I can’t be so selfish and want so much for you. That’s not my place. That’s not my job. You have to want a better tomorrow."