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aerith gainsborough. ([personal profile] gardenful) wrote in [community profile] linknet2024-07-25 07:45 pm
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it feels so extremely sacrilegious to call aerith a bitch that typing it hurts

[personal profile] moonshaded 2024-09-22 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[It works: Whatever planned coordinated attack the bully had planned, Aerith manages to wedge herself in before it can escalate too far. With their easy target blocked from them, several village children start murmuring in apprehension and fear and even begin to back away. A small hand presses to her back, clenches the fabric, and then withdraws.]

Why are you being nice to me? You shouldn't... [The little girl's eye is sticky with blood. Her voice drops lower.] I don't deserve it. It doesn't matter.

[Scorn and paranoia fuel this small village; no, it really seems that respect for anyone who doesn't belong in the closed community isn't a commodity that's valued by anyone who lives in this fearful place. And though he isn't used to being stood up to by anyone, adult or child, the stalled surprise lasts only a little while until she becomes the sponge soaking up his hatred.

"Why don't you just get out then? We don't want you here either, you nosy bitch! It's none of your business how we handle freaks!"

It's Dimo's turn to get hit with a flying pebble, out of nowhere. An absolutely ancient woman pants to catch her breath nearby before shouting into the already dispersing crowd of children. Hurts like a bitch, don't it!? If any of
you little bastards ever touch my Kainé again, I'll do far worse than throw a rock!"


Aerith can either clean up the other bullies and shoo them on their way and watch the interaction between the young girl and elderly woman play out, or she can speak with the girl herself for a while while Grandma is dealing with some of the kids.
]
moonshaded: (7)

i did not cw for brief suicidal ideation in the list in the toplevel so i'm adding it now!

[personal profile] moonshaded 2024-09-23 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[The old woman is busy giving Dimo an earful - literally, in some ways, as she pulls on his with strength beyond her frail old form, scolding him even as he berates her for putting a scratch on him. Aerith has plenty of time.

Kainé lowers her face, still wet with the pouring rain and blood dripping from her lacerated forehead. Her short hair is soaked slickly to the crown of her head.
] Everyone h-hates me. [She hiccups through the words.] They think I cause bad things to happen. They think I'm a freak.

[Very, very softly, so much that the words are almost lost in the torrent of rainfall, she adds:] I wish I was dead.
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[personal profile] moonshaded 2024-09-25 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
You don't?

[That very thought seems to terrify the child, even if it's concurrently tangled up in other emotions: gratitude and affectionate awe toward Aerith; unfathomable love for the old woman who came to save her. Though she flinches when the cloth comes toward her face, unaccustomed to gentle touches from almost everyone and certainly not from strangers, she doesn't pull away. Instead, her eyes squeeze shut, and she holds her breath until it's clear it won't be hurting her. Like most things, she just steels herself against the worst so when it comes she'll be unsurprised by it. She's just so tired of the worst.]

But my body... it's - [No small number of horrible words come to the surface until she almost doesn't know which one to say.] ... not normal. If I was normal, then Mom and Dad wouldn't...

[People will come be nice to her? People will love her? They'll just end up getting hurt. It's a real, gripping fear stirring beneath the relief she was already beginning to feel.]

How can you say that so easily?
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sowwy my bday week ended up being kinda shayphobic but i'm gonna snatch more aerith soon

[personal profile] moonshaded 2024-09-30 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She glances to the old woman chasing off the crying bullies and cussing a mile a minute. She's commanding but clearly too alone and too elderly to really change anything; though her efforts work, the children's parting words remind her that she can just get out, too, since no one wants her, either. But the old woman just scoffs and starts to come over to check on Kainé instead.] Do you know my Grandma? Sometimes she says things like that. [... With more profanity.] I didn't want to cause her any more trouble.

[Eventually, she grows accustomed to being cared for so gently. Her eyes, once squeezed tightly closed, look at Aerith with some light in them. She wants to believe her. There's so much hopelessness in Kainé - and fear - but there's already anger lurking there, too. If things didn't seem so pointless, she might have lashed out at them all. Hurt them, too. She knows she's probably stronger than all of them combined.

If everything she touches goes so wrong, how could having a good heart ever be enough?
]

Do you really believe it? What if what I am is bad?
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[personal profile] moonshaded 2024-10-04 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
... I'll try. [The small Kainé hangs her head pensively. The thought of it is intimidating, and it's painful... but she has a responsibility to live on and not give up on the ones who believe in her, doesn't she?

Her Grandma comes close then, the way she remembers it. "It's a river wide and deep that flows between the realms of this world and the next, and it grants no mercy to any that attempt the crossin'. You got a duty to fight until your last breath. Understand?"

It only reinforces what she's already being convinced she has to do. She can't give up, not yet, when people like this are still alive and believing in her. There's a rustle of something as the old woman reaches across Aerith's shoulder and lays a wreath of dried white flowers onto Kainé's head.
]

Oh, my gosh! These are Lunar Tears. ["They're really rare," Aerith might remember the grown version of this girl saying when taking a wreath that looked very much like this one back from McGillis at a meeting.] You made this for me? Maybe... [She looks at Aerith.] You could have one, too, if you wanted. [She'd look so pretty with one - prettier than the girl herself ever thinks she'll be.

...So, Aerith, would you like a flower?
]
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[personal profile] moonshaded 2024-10-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[The ancient woman fusses with her fingers and mutters a few blusters: "... Just stumbled on 'em one day while I was out doing the shoppin' ... These old hands have trouble with delicate work. But it sure looks good on a pretty girl like you..."

The wreath might not be perfect; it might not have turned out exactly right, but to Kainé it's one of the most beautiful things she's ever seen. There's a delicate, determined reverence to the way she picks at one of the stems looser than the others in the circlet, determined not to rustle a single petal from a single precious flower. They probably aren't something that any normal person could "just stumble" on while shopping.

After her very focused, delicate work is complete, Kainé holds the Lunar Tear out with only a little hesitation, not wanting to accidentally give something away that will make Aerith think she was wrong about her all along. But...no. She's kind, and maybe one day even Kainé will believe that she deserves that kindness.
] Here. You'll look beautiful... you already are.

[The rain will slowly cease as the dream begins to come to a close, the Aerie beginning to return to its neutral state, with one last sentiment lingering for Aerith to take in, with time for her to do any last things before it ends: We're gonna be fine, you and me. Long as we got each other, we'll be just fine.]