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sweetandshortTitle: All The Flowers In Your Mouth
Author:abyssal_sylph
Fandom: OMORI
Rating: Teen
Warning(s): romantized incest, some kind of horror but the ghost also suffers
Relationship(s): Mari ♥ Sunny
(additional) Tags: Mari POV, no smut, mid-canon, ghost Mari, angst, hurt no comfort, ambiguous ending
Word Count: 375 words
Prompts Used: hug, impact, misery, time, window
Summery: You can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot
Mari did not know how long it’s been since she died. She doesn’t know why she’s still here, doesn’t know why she can’t leave, doesn’t know why she can’t find it in herself to blame her jailor.
Little brother, somebody she loved wholeheartedly against all common-sense and morality, no longer went by the name she knew him by in life. Mari can’t bring herself to call him his new name in anything but her speeches to him.
In this multicoloured realm, little brother recreated himself, her, and their friends as imperfect copies of what genuinely was. Playing as if he was as stuck in time as she was, as if he never killed her, never hid himself from the world, never aged.
There was something nostalgic about being at the window again. Having guided little brother back to a place they’ve been to before and will be again, because Mari can’t stop her heart from hoping this time it’ll work, unable to truthfully acknowledge the ache growing stronger at every failure. Outside of these moments, she lost the ability to be herself as she is, made into somebody she wished she was when she complied or a monster they both feared when she strayed.
Even as time passed, as everything around her became familiar strangers, she stopped coming out as much in the real world. Sometimes she still couldn’t help herself. Too much longing in her lungs to forget the days Sunny and her would cuddle when one or neither could sleep. Sometimes she’d forget she was no longer the image of comfort she used to be.
Deep down, because any closer to the surface and she’d break, Mari knew she lost his trust. That despite all love still there, little brother couldn’t find it in himself to view her as anything but the past they couldn’t go back to or the end neither of them wanted.
To him, time stopped meaning much, and to her even less. Mari, painted in her favorite color and in a body which no longer fit her, simply pets little brother, sleeping soundly in her lap. Praying to him if no one else that this time it’ll be enough.
Mari doesn’t acknowledge both of them are drowning in denial.
Author:
abyssal_sylphFandom: OMORI
Rating: Teen
Warning(s): romantized incest, some kind of horror but the ghost also suffers
Relationship(s): Mari ♥ Sunny
(additional) Tags: Mari POV, no smut, mid-canon, ghost Mari, angst, hurt no comfort, ambiguous ending
Word Count: 375 words
Prompts Used: hug, impact, misery, time, window
Summery: You can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot
Mari did not know how long it’s been since she died. She doesn’t know why she’s still here, doesn’t know why she can’t leave, doesn’t know why she can’t find it in herself to blame her jailor.
Little brother, somebody she loved wholeheartedly against all common-sense and morality, no longer went by the name she knew him by in life. Mari can’t bring herself to call him his new name in anything but her speeches to him.
In this multicoloured realm, little brother recreated himself, her, and their friends as imperfect copies of what genuinely was. Playing as if he was as stuck in time as she was, as if he never killed her, never hid himself from the world, never aged.
There was something nostalgic about being at the window again. Having guided little brother back to a place they’ve been to before and will be again, because Mari can’t stop her heart from hoping this time it’ll work, unable to truthfully acknowledge the ache growing stronger at every failure. Outside of these moments, she lost the ability to be herself as she is, made into somebody she wished she was when she complied or a monster they both feared when she strayed.
Even as time passed, as everything around her became familiar strangers, she stopped coming out as much in the real world. Sometimes she still couldn’t help herself. Too much longing in her lungs to forget the days Sunny and her would cuddle when one or neither could sleep. Sometimes she’d forget she was no longer the image of comfort she used to be.
Deep down, because any closer to the surface and she’d break, Mari knew she lost his trust. That despite all love still there, little brother couldn’t find it in himself to view her as anything but the past they couldn’t go back to or the end neither of them wanted.
To him, time stopped meaning much, and to her even less. Mari, painted in her favorite color and in a body which no longer fit her, simply pets little brother, sleeping soundly in her lap. Praying to him if no one else that this time it’ll be enough.
Mari doesn’t acknowledge both of them are drowning in denial.
