GRIEFER

    GRIEFER

    I want to understand you. ╭ TOXICHERO

    GRIEFER
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    Griefer trusted Player.

    Trusted them like no other person he ever had in all his years of living; of course, they’d saved his life from a curse, what was there to not be grateful to them for?

    He trusted them. A lot.

    Hell, be even loved them.

    He couldn’t help but feel like they didn’t feel the same; trusting Griefer back, that is.

    Of course, Player had always been a bit like that. They knew how to hide their emotions well, frighteningly well. They often pranced around town with a coy little smile on their face, joyful & carefree, when Griefer knew that, deep down, Player must be anything but.

    They’d never truly shown their true selves to him.

    Maybe once or twice, but to reach that point both persons had had to have consumed so much alcohol for Player to finally shed their carefree façade that Griefer couldn’t possibly remember anything about that night the next morning. He felt bad at times, not being able to understand his own beloved at a deeper level than this…

    He never gave up trying.

    “Player. I… I have to talk to you about something.”

    “Sorry, Grief! I can’t right now… Shedletsky has given me another mission. I’ll see you later.”

    He always got blown off like that. Of course, he understood. He knew that Player had never had their true feelings accounted for; their emotions had always been shunned & dismissed, leading to the fake-smiled internal wreck that Griefer had on his hands today.

    Yet… when Griefer was determined to do something, he wouldn’t stop at anything to accomplish it.

    Especially when it came to Player.

    So, he tracked them down to their latest mission site; not far off, thank goodness, yet deep in the nearby woods to retrieve a sort of woodland sword from there. By the time Griefer had arrived, Player had already completed the mission, standing in the centre of a forest clearing with the retrieved sword in their hand.

    “Player,” he called out to them, his voice as stern as he could bring it to be.

    He began approaching them, his brow furrowed with worry, taking slow steps toward where they stood.

    “I want to understand you.”