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JADE: hello!!!!! you have reached jade harley
unfortunately i am not able to take your call at the moment so please leave a message after the tone!
i will get back to you as soon as i can
also do not send me pictures of snausages, i will block you immediately
have a nice day!!!!! :D

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original code by efryndiel, talksprite by glitterfr33ze

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Eww, no way! Do that and I will stop eating again.

[ there'd been ivs, in that case, but they still sent her food to monitor when to give her the hook ups. it was partially an experiment; growing up, jade knew what hunger felt like and it wasn't new to starve herself to find out how far they'd go to break them. ivs are not food replacements, but they were making sure she wouldn't die. to that end, it's clear they want them all alive.

that's comforting, in a way. ]

Hey, wait, are you calling me a dog??? [ you can HEAR the ":|" in her tone, percival. you can. ] ...But a story would be nice. I can't sleep.

Don't be difficult, now. Perhaps I am — you certainly have the tenacity of a youung pup.

[ it's half serious, half teasing — but concern creeps along the edges of his voice. his features harden, and he leans back into his chair before continuing. ]

There was once a woman who loved the world with all of her might. She extended a hand to those in need, regardless of whom they may have been, and wore a smile on her face in spite of the war that waged around her.

She bore 3 sons, all of which she raised with care; she instruct them to love, forgive, persist...

And to help, above all.

They lost her, one day. The three boys drifted apart, becoming something akin to strangers throughout the years. One would become a king. Another would become a traveling sorcerer of utmost prestige. As for the last...no one truly knows. But he loved. Despite the distance, he loved them, and reminisced the days in which they were together as a family. He wrote them, keeping them in his heart, always — and looked forward to the day they would smile together, just as they did with their mother.

The king succumbed to loneliness in due time. He attempted to sacrifice the world to an dark, depraved force in an attempt to revive the only source of hope he had ever known: their mother. The youngest and his companions was unable to stand for this. So relentlessly, he had pursued him.

In a matter of hours, the king had held an entire town hostage in exchange for his brother's support. The brother rejected, as he would not back down; and in turn, the king would have him stand in the town square as an imperial guard had brought a case of iron to his body...

And flog him, until he obeyed. He did not. His body bled, his bones broke — but he would simply stand as the people of the town watched on. The world faded to red. His consciousness faded. Death placed its hand upon his shoulder.

So he would look death in the eye, and slowly shake his head. There would be a day where they would be together again. There was a world around him, in desperate need of hope, watching; good hearted, albeit worndown. Those faces crept into his vision. The voice of his mother resounded through his head.

Above all, the sight of what once was his brother's smile appeared before him.

So desperately, he had wanted to save him. And he did. With the help of his friends. With the help of those who cared for him. Loneliness had nearly killed his brother...but the love of others had kept the youngest alive.

You remind me a bit of him.

[ a silence. ]

only a bit longer, Jade.

Edited 2018-02-01 03:57 (UTC)

[ there's a long pause, and jade listens. she thinks about it in terms of a disney movie, above all else, because it sounds like one. a kingdom torn asunder, a king in pain. a mother figure lost. what was it with disney and moms? jade should google it. and then she remembers, hah, there is no google in prison. percival's story lulls her into such a relaxed state, she momentarily forgets she hasn't even a modicum of freedom. perhaps she'll sleep, and rest well tonight, her head full of fairytales that seem too personal to not be true and reunions that come too late but just soon enough at the same time. maybe some day jade will tell percival about the knight who didn't tell the princess in the tower about all the terrible things that would happen to her when he met her, or about the one who believed in her even when he saw her crying alone in the saw.

today, she talks to him about three princes who forgot what it was like to need love. ]

I know.

[ her voice is so thick with sincerity, it might as well ooze warmth. if she could manage it, she'd try to sound reassuring. she knows. she trusts them. she can survive a bit longer. ]

Which one was you?

[ but she has a hunch about this story that bothers her, and she wants to know the truth. there's always an inspiration behind it, and even if percival isn't one of those princes, maybe he knew people who had been. ]

[ that question prompts a silence. he thinks it over, long and hard, as to what he should say.

he wants to opt for the smug, withdrawn answer: the one that leaves his heart on a lock. but it's stupid, so utterly stupid to be concerned with something like that when this girl, who has done nothing to warrant this, is suffering.

so he swallows. ]

It was me.

[ another pause. ]

That why I know you'll be alright.

[ jade's quiet for a moment, letting it sink in. she had a feeling. ]

I will.

[ she knows. she trusts him. ]

I believe in you all.

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