selphie_t | 67th Draw = Debittied [Voice/Action]

[After spending most of the day as a small child and after having been put to bed for the night, Selphie wakes up with a start. She feels constricted with the smaller clothing on and claws it before she breathe freely again. She wraps a blanket around herself and goes out in search of a journal or Lucy. She needs clothes. Her clothes. Or clothes that fit so she can sleep comfortably. She'd been running around the village all day and was dead tired because of it.

But first, she has some Navymen to filter some messages to.]

[Filtered to Archie Kennedy - 90% unhackable]

Thank you, Archie.

Filtered to Horatio Hornblower - 90% unhackable]

Anytime you wanna set up those traps to catch Archie, let me know!

[End filters]

So, five days as a little kid... it was fun even if I didn't remember anybody. I do know now though. Also, did anyone manage to successfully a certain special someone of mine from brooding himself into a pit of doom? Alrighty, Luceti. I've been effectively gone for two weeks so what've I missed?

And thanks to everybody who played with me this week! I had a blast but I'm going back to bed.

But... could someone bring me some clothes please?

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[Totally shut out again. It hurts far more than Ceodore will even admit to himself and he of course takes it as yet another failure within himself. After a prolonged and painful silence, he stands up again and crosses to the door.]

I'll see you at home?

[Do you even want to come home?]

[Not entirely. Selphie doesn't mean to hurt him but she reaches for his hand when he moves to leave. She shakes her head and can't find the words to say to convince him to stay.

He really should start prodding her more about things.]

I... I...

[Why can't she ever find the words to say in these situations?]

[Dear crystals, how much he loves her! The sight of her hand reaching and just missing his stops him in his tracks and he kneels down at the side of the bed.]

What is it?

[She grabs his hands and refuses to let them go when he comes back toward the bed.]

I'm not very good at this... I don't want people to have to be by themselves when they're hurting.

[It makes her hurt for them even more.]

Like you try to do when you're hurting?

[Yeah sorry, he's going to man up and call you on this.]

[Selphie's eyes widen in surprise.]

Yeah.

Why, Selphie? Why do you push me away?

[Why don't you trust me? Am I that much of a failure to you?]

Bad habit.

[She pushes a lot of people away.]

It's okay. I understand.

[But he doesn't. Not at all. He gets needing time to think things over, and trying to do stuff on his own. Being cut out completely is beyond his ability to comprehend outside of deciding the fault must lie with him, for yet another failing.

He looks absolutely crushed, which doesn't help back up what he said in the least and sits back on his heels.]

Do you want me to go?

No, I don't want you to go.

[Selphie's face drops to stare at her lap as her grip on Ceodore's hands tightens to a painful grasp. She can't keep doing this to people and especially not to him.]

I don't want people seeing me when I'm hurt. I don't want people to pity me because of my past.

[That kind of hurts, although Ceodore's resisting the urge to wince. Tough it out and bear it. What he can't control is the sigh and him being brutally honest with her]

Selphie I don't want to pity you. I want to help you. I want to protect you. But I can't do that if you won't ever let me.

I don't even know where to start.

[Emotionally, Selphie's about to crack. She's trying not to cry, not to fall apart. She can't keep being the strong all the time. She wants something that she can never have. Something she's wanted since Cecil and Terra were her parents.]

I want my Mom and Dad back.

[Ceodore's eyes slide shut and guilt washes over him. He misses his mother but he wouldn't wish her back here. But he still has parents. Ones that he's resented.

More than anything though, he just wants to fix this for Selphie and he knows that he can't. He can't even begin to fathom what to say or do. Yet out of instinct, he removes his hands from Selphie's grasp and envelops her in a tight hug, pressing her head to his shoulder.]

[Selphie's fragile facade crumbles the minute he pushes her head against his shoulder. These tears are silent with the exception of the squeaky gasps for air. Pardon your girlfriend Ceodore, she needs to have a good, long cry.]

[It's killing him little by little to listen to the squeaks and know that there's nothing he can do, that he pushed her to this. Still, Ceodore strokes her hair tenderly and places small kisses on the top of her head.]

[Her crying ceases eventually but she doesn't bring herself to look him in the eyes.]

[He's good for just holding her the rest of the day if she wants, but there is something that has to be said.]

I love you. Please don't shut me out.

[There's so much she hides and it's really the only way she can protect herself but something has to change.]

I don't remember everything but I'll try.

[Therein is the problem. He wants to protect her and she won't let him. But for now, just holding and talking.]

I know I'm not good enough, but... we can be our own family. Father loves you and...

[He's probably got no idea what he's potentially implying here but then Ceodore's never been good at filtering thoughts.]

He didn't have any family growing up either. But I think... he's seemed happy. With us. With Mother and I guess me too.

I would give you anything you wanted, you know.

[He really did forget their promise, didn't he? Selphie shakes her head a little bit. She really doesn't like it when Ceodore talks like he's not good enough when he is. Besides, it's never been his decision anyway.]

That's not really for you to decide, is it? He is happy with you and your Mother and it makes me sad to hear you saying stuff like this still.

And if you really wanna give me anything, you'll start having more confidence in yourself.

[The one thing he knows he's really bad at. But he nods anyway, slowly.]

I'll try. You're worth it.

I'll try too.

[Said as she snuggles in closer.]

[Snuggles are always a win, and Ceodore's content to do nothing more than hold Selphie close and cherish having her back.]

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