(open) hanging on in quiet desperation—

[coherer]

WHO: jonas and you
WHERE: all over stygia
WHEN: the duration of december
WHAT: event and notice board chaos
WARNINGS: smooches and anxiety, random possibility of shadow shenanigans

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[coherer]

(ruby still seems to be in good spirits despite being put through all of that. it takes a strong will to not get bogged down by it all, and jonas, who was feeling particularly morose until spotting her, straightens at the wink with a little smile.

the gum is slipped into his pocket, already forgotten.)

You've had it pretty rough, then... I should take a page out of your book and just do what makes me comfortable instead of trying to force it. It hasn't been that bad, but it hasn't been good either.

(kissing. intimacy. shying away from that has never been "jonas," and now he wonders if he's been acting like a yes-man recently. it's of some concern to him, however, that ruby's had to go against her beliefs to obey this place, and it takes most of his attention; her world is another he's unable to understand. that doesn't mean he wouldn't like to.

he gestures between them.)

I'm sorry things have been so backward. This place sucks, but—well, we can kiss real quick or take the curse option, especially if that's something you'd prefer. We can... get glitter dandruff or, like... have our arms turn into noodles together or something.

[appeale]

[ hah, why is this boy so nice... Rudbeckia is hardly the kind of person who can sincerely preach about prioritising your own comfort. what she could tell Jonas is that it's vital to be able to do the hard thing sometimes rather than take the easy way out, but she knows better than anyone that, coming from her, that advice would be like feeding him a poison just because she's learnt to swallow it. even if she's a liar, there's no reason to lie to him about that. she simply won't say anything.

she shakes her head as Jonas starts talking about taking the curse. ]

I don't want to get cursed, and I don't want you to get cursed because of me. [ she curls a lock of wavy golden hair around her finger and fidgets with it, feigning shyness. well—it is honestly embarrassing. feigning an appealing, demure shyness, in any case. ] And I trust you, so it's not like I'm against it...