Event Log: The Hope of a Child

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths

By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.

And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!

Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...

► This log covers January 23rd-Feb 1st.
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[whip_poor_will]

[For a moment, his physical silence tells her something else. But Atem isn't entirely silent to Yehudit, no matter how much she may try to block it all out. It creeps back in, and she's back to not being able to tell what thoughts are hers and what belongs to someone else.

[It's mercifully quiet out here. No humming of people or their problems and fears to plague her mind. There are some good things in there too, but those are so, so few and far in between...

[Her knuckles pale as they form into fists over her knees, her body so rigid that she starts to shake, before burying her face over the back of her hands.

[In that moment, Atem's thoughts and worries become static in the screams that she Yehudit's own demons.]

Please don't hate me... [She sounds so small, smaller than even that hungry little girl by the water.] I didn't mean to...

[She can't help that people get mad when you know things they don't want anyone to know, and how could she blame them? Who would want to be around such a cursed person?]

[puzzlingly]

「Atem flinches at her words.」

I don't hate you... I would never. You're my friend, Yehudit.

「He's not sure what (else) he can do so she believes her, but he looks truly hurt that she'd think that way.」

[whip_poor_will]

[It's an answer Yehudit could have so easily plucked from Atem's mind in any other circumstance. But her own head is cloudy, and it's hard to think straight through all these feelings of her own. Perhaps they're just easier to process because she's out here, devoid of the noise of other people's thoughts. It's just her and Atem.

[And again, while she could have so easily heard the reply before Atem even spoke, it means something more. To actually hear it.

[She breathes out a shuddering exhale, her shoulders slacken.]

I-I only wanted to make you feel better. So you're not alone. Th-that's all. [And instead, she's the one who feels awful and afraid.]

[puzzlingly]

I know... 「She had said that many times. He places a small hand on her head, stroking along her hair a little awkwardly as if he was trying to soothe her fears.」

We'll stay here as long as you want. So that way, none of us will be alone.

[whip_poor_will]

[Much like the apologies, it may be more for her own sense of security than Atem's. Selfish, really, but isn't everyone to some extent?

[Yehudit can't help herself from flinching at the initial contact, only for the tension to slowly wane from her bearing. Deep breaths. Calm thoughts. Think of sand.

[Hesitantly, she leans against him, finding herself not at all impartial to Atem's kind and comforting gesture.

[It's okay. They're friends, and he doesn't hate her, and for now neither of them have to be alone. So it's okay.]

[puzzlingly]

「Without further ado, Atem allows the other child to lean against him. It is strangely comforting to him that he can offer her some succor, he probably will never notice that, even as an adult, but such thoughts have no importance right now. For what is worth, the many fears he has at the moment, even the sadness, take a second place, allowing himself to (selfishly) let that feeling fill him as well.

It is all okay...」