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IF I CAN'T BE CLOSE TO YOU

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION team rocket

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER RANK grunt

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM yae miko from genshin impact

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]I'LL SETTLE FOR THE GHOST OF YOU

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tw: mentions of drug use[break][break]

orphaned and abandoned. [break][break]

it starts like any cliché story, but you're glad you never met your mother. she was sixteen when she had you, too cowardly to admit to family and too high on her morals to save you the life. you don't blame her, now that you're older. no, you probably didn't blame her when you realized just how old she was when she had you. no, you don't blame her. [break][break]

still, it was shitty of her to do. [break][break]

instead, you thank her. why? because if it weren't for her, you would have never met the friends you had then, and the friends you still have today. there were six of you in that orphanage, and the six of you never split apart. you were six orphans of different backgrounds, and six children who knew different ways to love. [break][break]

you six were glued together imps and demons. every caretaker called you devils with angelic faces, and this rebellion takes you through juvenile crime. this rebellion takes you through escapades. you've climbed so many fences, smoked a good amount of cigars, snagged chocolate bars and ran out cackling on your high, like you were at the height of your life. adrenaline fuels your love and the thrill, and the love is electrifying. [break][break]

it's too shocking for people, so all your love has been burnt to the ground. yet each time, when your partners had left, they'd be there. the same five would hold you, with open arms, and you'd run back to cry over a broken heart. the cracks healed with time, and you're inseparable all over again. [break][break]

you get older, but not necessarily wiser. your crimes get worse, and you see no problem with this. your crimes get more extreme, and more organized as you grow with time. not to say you've ever killed anyone, but you have friends who have. [break][break]

their nefarious crimes are what attract the attention of rocket. they wanted one, but the six of you are a package. so your little treehouse becomes an alleyway. your alleyway becomes a small shoebox apartment. your shoebox apartment becomes your own apartment, and you're all living quite nicely because of your work. or.. all their work. [break][break]

everyone was always so talented, and so radiant - and what did you have to show? you're good at lying to people, and speaking softly and making them feel safe around you. you're so good at convincing people with a soft voice. so you wonder, and with your time you study psychology. [break][break]

superstition is a dangerous weapon. superstition lines your pockets when you hold tarot cards and a crystal ball between your fingertips. it's so easy, really. you get your own, dim space that you line with aromatherapy. you do this on purpose - you hypnotize. they come once, you say something vague. they come another time, you solidify the thoughts. they come again, and again, and again, until you have their minds under your finger and they reverie you as a clairvoyant. [break][break]

you describe specific scenarios, little by little, until they act it out themselves, and they save themselves. then they worship you as a voice of fate. [break][break]

and you smile. [break][break]

they worship you.