Thistle (Dungeon Meshi spoilers)
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Rp account for post canon Thistle. spoilers for dungeon meshi manga + anime. crossover + oc friendly. Adult mun, minor muse. #sfwrp #mvrp . dark themes (sh, disordered eating)
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“I don’t need anything anymore…”
Thistle picked a daisy and began pulling the petals off, still covered in soup.
(Given she'd never done this before, she assumed these were acceptable margins and filed the task under 'completed succesfully.')
Thistle does not mind this. It was much preferable than doing it too fast because that hurt. Half the soup dribbled down his chin.
(Does so, if rather slowly, having not been used to such a motion.)
“Someone else.”
* 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. . .
* 𝚄𝚑. . .
”There can only be one.” he nodded.
“I need a break from living.”
* 𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔.
* 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜.
“Oh.” a long paused, “I am always tired. But I used to never be able to rest…so I suppose I can empathise.”
”There can only be one.” he nodded.
<- About to tell Alistair to dress up as a different character.
”…Hm. I am still wearing the green brother costume.”
”…Hm. I am still wearing the green brother costume.”
“Oh.” a long paused, “I am always tired. But I used to never be able to rest…so I suppose I can empathise.”
* 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
“Are you getting tired of looking after me yet?”
“Hm.” he stared at it for a while before reluctantly opening his mouth to allow her to feed him.
"I am intended to maintain your lifeforce."

(Gestures to the soup.)

"This is key to that process."
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“Oh. I did not mean you.”
"I am not intending to execute you."
He frowned.
“…I am not sure. Not only am I a slave, but a criminal and traitor to the country. Either Delgal still loves me as a brother or perhaps they are simply caring for me so they can execute me when I am no longer an invalid.”
"Why did they assign servants to care for a slave."
“They are not my servants. Slaves don’t have servants. They are employed by the royal family, who decided to assign them to caring for me.” That also did not make sense for a slave, but Thistle didn’t really think about that, “I suppose that is true.”
“They are not my servants. Slaves don’t have servants. They are employed by the royal family, who decided to assign them to caring for me.” That also did not make sense for a slave, but Thistle didn’t really think about that, “I suppose that is true.”
“Hm.” he considered this, “…I don’t dislike you. I think I like you…a little bit.”
"Do you not like me, either?"
A long pause.
“I do not like either.” another pause, followed by a sigh, “…I can have a little bit, I suppose.
"My objective is to ensure this nourishment reaches you for your health.

How will you provide an avenue for me to complete this objective, if I cannot force you.

Or, do you not like either."
“Hm. Not sure. I wasn’t paying attention...something something malnutrition something something not moving for long periods of time…” he shrugged, “I don’t like drinking potions unless I watch the person make the option and even then I have no desire to.”
"Why is that? Did you get run over by a carriage? Stepped on by a dragon? I've probably got a potion for that."
“Yes. That is accurate. I also do not like being forced to do things.”
"Because you do not like them?"