[Unleashed Squiid]

Prompt 06--Featuring Ember and Glim

He turned, unsettled. The man in white was staring down at him with eyes like sharpened daggers, and he felt afraid. Very, very afraid. His twin beside him remained frozen, looking down at the floor beside their feet where a crumpled book sat. The book that Ember knew had been stolen by a close friend of his, their servant, and a book who's thievery would result in an instant execution. The situation had felt off from the moment Ember was called into the great hall, and he wished more than anything that there was an easy way out. No matter what, he began to realize in horror that somebody would have to die today. If he lied for his friend, there would be an innocent's life at stake, but if he told the truth, his friend would die.

Ember spun around in his mind, searching for a solution. The man in white was growing impatient and Ember grew angry as he began to draw a complete blank under the pressure. Finally, he decided to confess; perhaps this would lead himself to safety, but before the words could exit his lips, Glim, his twin sister spoke out. "It was me," she said with a charmed expression. She looked up at the man with eyes like a soft puppy's and pretended to snivel, perhaps to soften his heart. There was no doubt in the land that Glim was his favorite, and in amazement, Ember saw the trial begin to come to a close; for though he was evil, the man in white would never harm his adopted daughter.

[Reiji]

reiji - day 6 - 399 words

Carisi wiped the blood off his face, staining his already soaked fingerless gloves. He must've been in a trance, as he hardly noticed the mess he've made. Even though he's in control now, everything just felt off. Usually, he would feel at peace. Or rather, an indescribable serenity. But now, all he felt was an uncanny feeling. Like something was left unfinished.

The numerous dim lights of the room shadowed his figure from all sides, multiple of his translucent shadows spread on the floor. The lighting was quite unsettling, a crimson pink mixed with blue. A private bar disguised as an office, who would've guessed? Shaking his bat off any more dripping liquid, Carisi's eyes perked as they picked up a distinct sound. Dragging his steel along, the sound it made as he pulled it across the floor was vulgar, erratic. Finally, he arrived at the door he believed the sound came from.

Now that he could hear the sound more clearly, he knew what exactly was it; sobbing. He was all too familiar with the noise. Was this door always locked? He shrugged to himself, he must have just simply missed it, then someome ran into it. Nothing he coudn't open though. He took a step back, before kicking the door down. Surprisingly, it came off easy. He wasn't ready for what was inside, though.

A girl was hiding in one of the staff break rooms. A little girl thst barely reached the age of 6. Carisi tilted his head, his expression a well disguised disgust. Then, he remembered what he looks like right now. Must have been the reason why she's quivering. Was she crying? Suddenly, a distinct sound buzzed in his ears. "Cas, are all targets eliminated?" Luci's voice over Cas' ear piece was very clear, it didn't have any kind of interruption. He stared at the little girl. Right. He was supposed to clear this place of anything. Though, he's not a monster. Not a completely heartless monster anyway. The girl's eyes were different from what was he used to. So bright and lively, yet it's crying. This girl wasn't supposed to be here. "Cas?" Luci's voice repeated. Carisi sighed. "Yeah. I'll meet you later." If they found out he was lying and left a witness, he would be in trouble. But somehow, for once, he had spared someone. What was his sister's number again?

[spirit • daydream]

Haunani - Star Traveler

XXXXThe first time she had found her star she never knew what she was to do. She had to lie to almost everyone who asked where she had been going. She had to lie to her family and she had to lie to her friends. She had always wanted to tell them the truth, but she could never come up with the right way to tell everyone her truth.

XXXXHauni woke sweatily and with a heavyweight in her stomach. She groaned as she held her hand to the pain and got out of bed. She walked to the shower and stared at herself in the mirror. She had looked at the alarm clock in her bedroom and she had apparently woken up around 2:00 A.M. and she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep with this sick feeling deep into the pit of her body. She quickly undressed from her seat drenched clothes. She stepped into the shower after turning it on and jumped from the cold water that streamed out before it slowly became warm. The pit in her stomach made it hard for her to swallow. She felt like she needed to vomit. She felt terrible. Her dream didn't make it any good either.

XXXXShe had stood in the middle of a green field, but slowly a flaming red appeared on the horizon. It slowly got closer and she understood that it was fire creeping closer to her spot. She raced away as fast as she could, but the fire caught up, moving quickly. She felt its heat and flames lick at her ears and she began to panic. She saw someone and called out to help, but when they turned away she froze. It was her friend, but they multiplied to everyone she knew.
XXXX"You lied to us. Now you suffer." Hauni cried and called out to them, but they only turned away with scorn in their faces. No matter how much she pleaded they left her alone and she slowly was consumed by the fire.

XXXXThinking about that she let out a shiver. She really wanted to tell them, but she couldn't. She was told not to or else something bad would happen. Her stomach made her keel over and she sat in the shower letting the warm water wash down her back. She closed her eyes trying to let her heart calm down and just help the unease decrease in her stomach. Maybe when she finds the right time she will finally stop her lying, but that time hasn't been found yet.

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[fuiuki]

Prompt 6: A lie
Featuring: Carmel

She had done something unforgivable.

Every person has that one moment in life they regret, where they realised they made the wrong choice. A moment where they wish they had done something different, where they wish they had been smarter. Carmel was experiencing one such moment.

At the time, she didn't think it was such a big deal. Nobody would mind, would they? But she soon realised that... yes, somebody WOULD mind. The shame she felt was indescribable, her mind was a mess and no thoughts would come. This was truly a disastrous situation, and she didn't know what to do...

Carmel had always been an honest person, even when she was at her worst in her life. Even as a delinquent, she would be brutally honest (and that might have been what made her so unlikable back then). But... for the first time in her life, she found she HAD to lie. It would be painful, and she would be more ashamed than she had ever been, but... this was the way it had to be. A lie it was. Ok, deep breath Carmel, deep breath... And here we go. Carmel finally looked into the large eyes in front of her.

"Mom, where did my candy go?"

"Uuuh, it was... It was probably one of the closet monsters!"

"A CLOSET MONSTER?!"

"Yes, a closet monster!" Carmel replied, visibly straining to keep a straight face and keep from sweating. "Closet monsters never hurt anybody as long as they get enough candy, but it seems we forgot to feed them last night!"

"Ooh, I see... is that why I can't have candy every day?" her child replied with the usual naive belief that children had in their parents.

"Yes, that is exactly why! Don't worry though, we'll get you some more candy, and get a small stash just for the closet monsters as well! We'll make sure we don't run out this time" Carmel said with a smile, relief flooding her face. She got out of that one, but she sure was ashamed... better make it up to her kid with an extra large bag of candy!

[MelMellyMel]

Prompt 6 - Remus

xxx"Are you okay?"
xxx"I'm fine."
xxxI'm not.
xxx"Are you okay?"
xxx"I'm fine."
xxxI'm not.
xxx"Are you okay?"
xxx"I'm fine."
xxxI'm not.
xxxRemus never answered that question truthfully, as most other Kalons didn't either. He didn't want to worry others with his own problems, so he always lied. Then again, who actually wanted to hear the real answers? The question had become just another common pleasantry to exchange in conversation. No one expected to get actual answers, and they didn't want to either. This way of thinking made what Remus was about to do very ironic.
xxxThe teen sitting in front of him fidgeted nervously, looking at anything but him. That was fine to Remus, he still needed to situate himself after he finally found his pen and clipboard. He quickly filled out some standard information before looking back up at the Kalon in front of him.
xxx"Hello, Nate," Remus said in hopes of starting up a conversation.
xxx"Hello," the teen quietly replied. He continued to shift his eyes from place to place, however.
xxx"Are you okay, Nate?"
xxx"I'm fine."
xxxI know you're not.
xxx"You're lying."
xxxThe teen shifted his eyes to look over at Remus, but made no argument against the statement. Remus knew what he was doing, because it was exactly what he did. His occupation as a psychologist only made sense. He knew what went through the minds of closed-off Kalons, because he's one of them. That only made it easier for him to understand and help them.
xxx"It's okay to lie sometimes, but I want to help you."
xxxAnd I know you want help too.

I interpreted the prompt a bit differently, as you can tell. It's not necessarily an instance where Remus had to lie, more that he chooses to lie about his feelings, and knows that other Kalons do too. I hope this is okay though!

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[ ❧ ] it isnt often you have to lie, at least about your origins. most dont even question it, arent even aware life exists outside of their own little sphere of influence, and never give a second thought to the idea that there is more to the universe than cold, empty darkness. it seems ridiculous, impossible even, to them, the idea that other worlds and universes and planes of existence exist beyond their own. no, you've never really had to lie about that, but you have had to lie about something else. namely, your current living arrangements.

you've been hard pressed to find somewhere to stay, and to raise the funds to actually stay there. currently, thanks to a very generous offer by a very kind kalon, you had found a small but decent enough apartment to stay in. it wasnt great, but it was better than hiding out in the office of an old abandoned factory each night, not sure if you'd wake up in the morning with all your belongings still there or wondering if tonight would finally be the night you get caught and kicked to the curb. it was a relief when the offer showed up, and ypu'd expressed your gratitude more times than you could count for the generosity you've been shown.

if only it was so easy to pay the rent. you dont understand this world much, it's so unadvanced from the world you came from in some aspects, and in others, it exceeds what yours had accomplished. you've only been here a few months, but you feel like you're still walking around as knowledgable as a baby, and it's your first day here again and you keep making a fool of yourself. you've managed to brush off suspicion with careful story-telling and practiced lies you rehearsed in the window of the office at night, and no one questioned you anymore after that, seeing you as a clumsy and ditzy young adult fresh out of highschool. not prefrably what you would like to be known by, but better than the alternatives.

when you finally found a group you could somewhat call your friends, you were hesitant to share anything about your life, or ask for help. it was very difficult to explain everything that had happened thus far and it wouldnt make sense you thought, if you only explained fragment of what was going on. so you didnt. when prompted, you would lie. you hated it at first, never quite fond of lying even as a child and now as an adult, but soon you became accustomed to it, even if mild discomfort surfaced in your stomach each time you did. it became easy to do, and you never thought twice about it after awhile. it just become second nature.

you dont know if you will ever tell them, but you dont think you will. after all, there is no point. you are doing just fine on your own, and you have to prove yourself. to who, you... dont exactly know. but you have to. that you do know, and if you have to lie to do it... then so be it.

[Northstar.]

Dᴀʏ 06: Tʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ | feat. Marigold Arel | Location: Town, Farmer's Market | Word Count: 497

Lie.

Marigold stares down the vendor, expression cool and collected, her hand gently resting on her trembling student's hair.

"It completely slipped my mind!" she gasps, smiling down at the pale kit. The teacher quickly reaches in her purse and pulls out a few bills. She hands them to the vendor with a bright smile. The corner of her eye twitches in annoyance as Marigold struggles to ignore the gathered, whispering crowd. What a bunch of insufferable buzzard. All they did was leech off drama. Marigold's smile strains as the vendor counts the money and nods. She gently leads her student away from the crowd, murmuring motherly all the while. "I'm so sorry sweetheart! I meant to give you your allowance this morning! You know how forgetful I am!"

"Thank you, Ms. Mari," the kit mumbles, clutching his handful of apples to his chest. His cheeks are still pale, eyes watery, lips trembling. But his chin is jerked at a stubborn angle with a steel in his eyes. He's no older than eight, and Marigold's heart swells for her student. She pulls him gently to a stop a block away from the crowd, smoothing back his hair from his eyes.

"Why did you steal those?" Ms. Marigold asks, kneeling before him. She pulls a paper bag from her purse - like magic the kit thinks - and places the apples in one by one. With every apple taken the kits face falls more and more until he's so distraught Marigold's heart breaks. "There you go," she murmurs, placing the bag in his little paws. "That way you don't drop any." She gives him an expectant look.

"M-momma had to buy me new shoes," he whispers, ashamed as he looks down at the new, clean sneakers that fit perfectly and don't pinch at his toes. "We... uh ... We don't have any money," his voice is quieter, almost soundless. "I'm not old enough to get a job." Marigold frowns. She knew his father passed away. She knew he had four younger siblings. And she knew his mom struggled to make ends meet. Well, she couldn't fix every problem her students had, but she would do what she could to help.

"Well, come on then!" Marigold cajoles him, gesturing towards the market. Her student balks.

"I don't have any money"- he backpedals, eyes wide and round.

"Nonsense. I'm paying," Ms. Marigold flaps her hands with a grin, waving him off.

"But Ms. Mari!" her student stubbornly retorts, "I can't accept that!" Stubborn little thing. He probably got that from his mother, Marigold thinks.

"It isn't free. You can pass out papers in class and clean the board this week. Now let's go! Time is ticking and young minds need vegetables!"

"Ms. Mari!" her student whines, but he's smiling as he trails behind her to the market.

"And for the record, stealing is bad!"

"So is lying, Mother," her student mocks.

Marigold laughs; what a cheeky little kit.

[ThatPinkThing]

Day 6: a time they had to lie. // ThatPinkThing // Roslin

Roslin had always been a saver, not a spender, when it came to money, which was a little unusual for a kit. But she had learned quickly what exactly she wanted, and what she wanted was a day at the fair.

Roslin and her brother Cysin lived by themselves. They were young, but they got by. Consequently, Roslin had a hard time going where she wanted to go because she didn't have an adult to get her in places. But now she was 13, and she had decided that being a teenager meant she was going to do what she wanted, dang it.

So Roslin saved up all the change she could find, sold some of the random objects Cysin brought home (Oh, what, like he was going to miss them? He's a hoarder, she told herself.) and started planning what she was going to do. She wanted to maximize her fun, and good scheduling is essential to that.

She planned to ride every ride she could at least once, pack a lunch so she could spend money on games (and hopefully win a prize), and bring a disposable camera to capture everything she could. The flyers said there would be performers, a petting zoo, and a live music performance too. Roslin counted down the days to the day the fair opened, and when it did, she was up bright and early.

When she got to the fairgrounds, she scanned the boards and signs at the front gates, feeling her stomach flip. One read 'You must be at least 15 years of age to enter the grounds unattended.' Oh well, she told herself, I've come this far, there's no giving up now. We'll just have to play it cool. So she patiently waited in line. When she got to the front, she gave her entry fee and smiled, but the attendant eyed her suspiciously.

"How old are you, miss?" He asked.

"Fifteen," Roslin smiled bigger, having thought this through whilst waiting in line, "just had my birthday a few days ago." Hopefully that would explain why she looked young.

"Can I see your school ID then?"

"Oh, I don't go to public school," Roslin said. That part was truthful. "I'm homeschooled." Technically true...? Whatever. She remained calm and pleasant, and whether she tricked him or he just wasn't willing to argue, the attendant accepted her fare and handed her a neon paper bracelet.

"That'll get you onto the rides. Have a good day, miss."

"I will, thank you!" Roslin waved, fastened the bracelet easily, and adjusted her backpack as she entered the fairgrounds and looked around. The entire place was bustling with people. Lots of smells and sounds caught her attention-- deciding on a first destination was going to be tough. But she grinned and headed further in, choosing rides first.

A little fib never hurt anyone. In fact, this one made her entire summer.

[Kyar]

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Kyar - Prompt 6 - Araddus : Idellia - 471 words

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Her scream echoed against his head, surreal, not real, no, not real, not real…

"Araddus!"

The sound of his sister's voice sent an awful chill through every bone. His vision faltered. Trees bent, distorted, waved up at the sky like lampposts looming down, nighttime fireflies their lights, curving shadows in twisted hellish claws…

"Araddus!"

Followed by a crackle, a muffled moan. The forest, for just an instant, was piercingly quiet.

"Idellia!" he called back, his feet shuffling weakly through underbrush, over roots, tangled vines tugging at wavering ankles.

He heard her sobs, tracing back through his thrashed-open path. Just moments before, they had been running for their lives. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He wasn't sure how much time was left. She would be on their heels now, any second wasted meant… they were nearly in her hands. But he couldn't leave his sister behind.

"Araddus," she coughed, her wheezing breaths rattling against her chest. He was aware that so little time had passed, his hands still shaking from adrenaline, but here… before him… his sister. Pinned under a boulder. Toppled down a hill… rockslide… her legs, oh… god… her legs…

"Easy," he insisted, scurrying down the five-foot cliffside. His movement coughed up clouds of dusty earth. His sister wheezed a gasping breath. Oh god…

"You're going to be okay," he insisted. Now… to move the rock…

Crashing. He could hear it. She was coming, she was coming. There wasn't any time.

He felt the full force of his body crash against the rock. Dirt ground under his fingernails, biting at the soft tissue underneath. Feet slid, scraped. Idellia gasped.

The rock didn't move.

Again.

Again.

Nothing, nothing.

"You're going to be okay," he repeated, "Idellia."

Her eyes shimmered up at him. But she was fading. She was fading, and… … and she was almost here…

"I love you, Idellia. It's okay. It's okay."

The knife came quietly from the sheath at his side, snaking with the fireflies out into the night air, breathing its sharp metal edges against cool night, then warm flesh… blood… life…

"It's okay."

Before she realized what had happened, he ran. He watched her eyes flicker one last time, and he was sure she hadn't felt it. But he couldn't stay to watch her die. You're going to be okay.

He ran. He ran with tear-blinded eyes, shoulders tearing at treebark and foliage. His feet moved without goal, without aim. Away. Away.

You're going to be okay.

The shuddering sobs wouldn't leave him. He cried out into the night air, the towering, sentinel treetops.
At least… at least… she wouldn't get him. His sister's spirit would be free.

-x-

She watched him go, vision fading. "Araddus…"
Her voice quivered, shook, danced in feeble arcs…
She pulled the blade from her side.
"You left me."

*Disclaimer Idellia doesn't die omg*

[lysander]

 




▌  ▷ DAY SIX  :  facade
▌  ▷ Tell about a time your kalon had to lie.
▌  ▷ feat. cade  : 155 / 150
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no one needs to know.

not about those sleepless nights
or hours spent staring
up at the ceiling
  or into the darkness
  of your room.

no one needs to know,
not about the cocktail of pills
you take every morning
  to dull the demons
  nesting in your head.

no one needs to know
about the china sets
you've been collecting,
  never to be used
  with guests you'll never have.

no one needs to know
how it takes all of your will
to drag yourself from
bed to bathroom
  to car,
  to work,
  and back,
only to repeat the cycle again,
  and again,
  and again.

no one needs to know
about your self-imposed solitude.
the smile carefully placed
  on your face
  for display
so that no one can tell
what wreck lies beneath.

and perhaps most of all,
 no one needs to know
  about those lies you've been telling
   to everyone,
    and yourself:

         i'm fine.