bold of you to assume we (or atleast i) dont want to read paragraphs about ik's and belphie's dynamic 😈😈
if you feel like writing that, i'd absolutely love to read about it!!! ^^
RIGHT YES this took me a hot minute but let's go!!!!
so the main points that this is all built around:
belphie is someone who is absolutely shit at understanding himself
ik is someone who has a knack for understanding anyone she talks to for long enough
belphie's first resort is usually to leave things to someone else, but easily asserts the things he wants
ik will actively pursue you if she thinks she can help, despite usually feeling guilty about requesting anything
they both have very simple views of very complicated things
building from point 1: this is not entirely belphie's fault - i've talked about this before, so i'll just paste the pertinent bits here:
belphie, as the youngest brother, has been detrimentally coddled in regards to these things, and has NO fucking idea how to properly deal with loss
the others haven't tried to talk to him about his grief for lilith, nor about their experiences during the celestial war; when they all had to support each other after the fall, they comforted him, but never ever discussed the pain of it all
it's like the doctor refusing to talk about your actual symptoms because they're afraid of making you uncomfortable, and instead just soothingly going "it's okay, just take some ibuprofen and see me in the morning"
belphie underestimates himself and, at the start of the year, is convinced that there's no way forward - 1. he feels he's left it too late, 2. he feels he's the only one still hung up on lilith's death, which only makes him more bitter, and 3. he thinks that the hatred and grief is just who he is now
now take ik, who finds him in the attic and takes worryingly little convincing to help him - even more concerningly, she decides to go through with it even upon finding out he was lying about his identity. this is a direct contradiction to his conviction that humanity is selfish and cruel - more than that, the more ik visits and chats with him, the more he remembers why he'd been so fascinated by humans as an angel
except it also reminds him of how much lilith loved humanity. belphie doesn't think he's capable of letting go - he doesn't think he's allowed to, and to him befriending a human and moving on is the same as betraying his sister's memory. so he represses any feelings of good-will and continues to nurse his hatred
i think it's important to note that belphie's hang-ups have always been self-destructive before this, but the more he lets his own grief fester, the more it threatens to burst. his threat to lucifer about destroying humanity is an early indicator of this, and it culminates in a moment of extreme emotional distress where it finally all implodes
so ik - in the wrong place and the wrong time (in the literal sense) - finds him in the middle of a nightmare, wakes him up, and gets murdered for her troubles
belphie shuts down immediately after, because to him this is a point of no return. he's already convinced himself that nothing can be done for him, and this is the proof. except then everyone else forgets what's happened, and, panicking, he goes along with it - out of fear of losing his family if he comes clean.
so: point 2 - consider that a big thing with ik is that she just doesn't get why belphie acts the way he does after killing her. she's been able to get into the heads of his brothers before him, and even now can somewhat rationalise them forgetting, but she has no idea why belphie - who first killed her and then acted like he'd forgotten about it - would suddenly seem so wracked with guilt upon finding him in the dreamscape
belphie does not think he is strong enough to move on. ik, somehow, intrinsically, already knows this is not true. this is why she's so bewildered by belphie telling her lilith's story. he's convinced this is some kind of damning evidence, but ik doesn't get how this explains anything. and because she doesn't understand, she seeks answers.
now take point 3 and 4. belphie does not attempt to seek forgiveness - he just sits in the cell solomon locks him in. he doesn't try to get out, he doesn't attempt to repent, and he doesn't want to, because as far as he's concerned there's nothing to be done
ik, on the other hand, is going to put her home back together by force if necessary, so she goes to find him. multiple times, she climbs up the tower stairs to rescue him from a waking nightmare - the same thing that killed her - because her family is still his family, and she knows too well what it's like when you go without.
belphie has been sitting stagnant for millennia on end, and now ik has decided that she is going to KICK him along until he figures out that he can stand on his own two feet and keep going. and it works, because for some reason digging demons out of emotional pits of their own creation is ik's specialty
and now point 5: ik and belphie fall quite easily into a typical sibling dynamic of the "i'll make fun of you constantly, but if anyone messes with you they're dead" kind. they never really sit down to talk out all the residual Baggage of everything, because neither of them are the type to overthink these things
but EVEN THEN. they may be simple-minded but the complication of the everything that led up to this means there's little hidden meanings even in the normalcy of their behaviour, and neither of them ever register it
for belphie it's "i'll never understand you. thank you for understanding me. i don't know what to say, so i'll tease you for tripping on your laces instead. i'd throw someone down a gorge if they made you cry. let's go shopping. i think i'll spend the rest of my life wondering if i can ever close the wound i tore in your soul."
for ik it's "i'll never forget what you did to me. i see you in my nightmares sometimes. thanks for waiting for me after school. quit making a show out of helping me reach the top shelf. sometimes i'm glad you regret things so much. can you help me with this homework? i think we're alright."
and for both of them it's "i like hanging out with you. sleep well. i'm glad we're home."
in conclusion,
i am crazy about things i made up entirely. perhaps i am cringe but i am free
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concept: Caleb Wittebane follows a witch into to the demon realm, leaving behind one odd and socially maladjusted sister, Temperance. of course, she won’t rest until she gets Caleb back; she is plagued by nightmarish images of poor Caleb being subjected to all the torments of Hell in that place, alone amongst demons and sorcerers, and so she dedicates herself to finding a way into that infernal realm to bring Caleb back.
(she regrets so deeply that her own fear kept her from following Caleb, that her uncertainty kept her from insisting and pulling Caleb back into their own good and godly world. she won’t make the same mistake again.)
when she does finally end up in the Boiling Isles, she goes in the guise of a man. it isn’t safe, after all, for a woman to travel alone in such a place. who knows what might happen? Temperance is left behind, and it’s Philip who emerges into the winding caverns of Eclipse Lake and must find his way out and climb down the frigid Knee.
and of course, Philip needs help to understand and survive this bizarre place. he needs traveling companions, native guides. and there’s one in particular, a handsome man near his age with a barbed tongue, a quick wit, and a voracious sense of curiosity about all things human, who Philip becomes so fond of he can almost forget the man isn’t human.
as they travel, the two grow closer. they spend long hours talking into the night, discussing anything and everything - their homes, their cultures, religion, philosophy, the natural sciences - magic, of course, which fascinates and repels Philip in equal measure. it’s unnatural, and yet the very earth and air and water of this place are full of it.
he’s very handsome, this witch. Philip finds himself idly doodling his face, sketching out his profile, trying to capture the curve of his cheek, the curl of his mouth when he’s about to lean in and murmur some vicious little aside to Philip about someone else, the way the strange sulfurous sea-wind lifts and ruffles his hair. Philip cannot stop looking at him, cannot stop thinking about him.
he isn’t kind, exactly. but he is eagerly interested in Philip, as excited to show Philip his own world as he is to learn of Philip’s. he listens to Philip. he understands Philip and matches his intellect in a way so few other people ever have.
he fascinates Philip. he is, truly, the first friend Philip’s ever had outside of Caleb. they quickly become inseparable, and Philip starts to think - wrong as he knows it is - that perhaps things aren’t as black and white as he has been raised to believe. perhaps some good can come of this place. perhaps a non-human can still be a person.
their courtship is slow and tentative and awkward and nervous, and Philip does not even realize he’s being courted for quite a long time. (after all, he’s a man here. and God may have given him a woman’s form, so he might lay with a husband and bear him children as intended, and thus made his lust for men only right, only holy, but this witch doesn’t know that.) when he does, it frightens him badly, but... not enough to stop.
he likes being flirted with. he likes being treated like he’s something beautiful, something worth pursuing. he likes the breathless feeling of nervous anticipation, the blissful sense that they are the only two living creatures in all the world when they’re up in the pre-dawn light talking over some point of history or philosophy. he likes the way his entire body lights up when this man touches his hand, or leans in close enough they could almost kiss.
he shouldn’t. he knows he shouldn’t. they aren’t married, they can’t ever be married, this isn’t a proper courtship, this man isn’t a human being, if their union even could produce issue what would it be? some unholy thing, an affront to God - and this man thinks he is a man, this man is trying to seduce him into sodomy, this man is trying to seduce him away from everything he knows is good and righteous -
he ‘confesses’ his ‘deception.’ perhaps it will deter the man’s interest. (perhaps, is the secret hope in his heart, the man will want him as a woman, perhaps there is a way -)
this is an incredibly confusing conversation, because of course the witch has long since figured out his human friend Philip is a trans man, and that’s fine, it ain’t no thing, but this conversation makes it abundantly clear that Philip’s only concept of transness is as something he independently arrived at to explain his own Unnatural Nature, whatever that means, and that it very much IS a big deal where Philip is from, and that Philip for some reason feels very anxious and self-loathing and strange about it, and when witch bf very casually introduces him to the terms and language they have on the Boiling Isles about it and then equally casually alludes to the existence of hormonal and surgical treatments for it, it blows Philip’s fucking mind.
(and so he is seduced even further from God’s plan, tempted into unnaturally altering the body he was born with, and he shouldn’t he should not he knows he shouldn’t, if he does this how can he go back to the town where everyone has known him since he was a little girl?
but it feels so good. he’s never felt so comfortable in himself before. his body has always been this thing he’s trapped inside of, this ungainly anchor of flesh weighing down his soul, but suddenly it starts to feel like it’s actually his own, like he’s actually part of it rather than simply being forced to lug it around. the world seems clearer. he’s calmer, less quick to snap, less frightened, less angry.
he’s happier. he’s never really been happy before, except for in the quiet moments he and Caleb can be themselves, alone together, the world kept at bay beyond the walls of their home.)
eventually, they have sex. it’s fantastic. the man is tender and attentive and admiring of Philip’s body. it feels good, it feels right, it feels like something so pleasant couldn’t possibly be wrong - but then, that’s how the Devil gets you, isn’t it? this is what temptation means. anyone can resist something they don’t want.
Philip feels filthy afterwards. he feels small and strange and used, furious and wounded. Philip knows he has damned himself. Philip cannot blame this witch for obeying his own deviant nature; instead he must blame himself for falling prey to temptation, straying from the path of righteousness, and he must simply be stronger.
it happens again, of course. he is weak. he is alone and scared and he misses Caleb so dearly but with every passing day he becomes more convinced that this horrible place swallowed Caleb whole, that Caleb is dead and Philip is trapped here alone forever, and without Caleb what point is there in going back to the human world?
Philip, after all, has nothing waiting for him there. there is a life for Temperance Wittebane to pick back up, an awkward and ill-fitting and isolated one, but a familiar one. there is no life nor room for Philip.
eventually, his feelings reach a boiling point. he is disgusted with himself, he’s frightened for his immortal soul, he is full of such overwhelming anger and bone-deep grief and he has no idea where it comes from (he doesn’t think about those things, they didn’t happen, his father was a good and godly man and would have never - it didn’t happen like that), and the one cause for all of it is this godless creature of this infernal realm, this thing in the shape of a beautiful man who has seduced him so far off the path of his quest -
so words are exchanged. he says things, cruel things. he makes his tongue into a whip and flays the skin off this man he knows so well. he burns down this strange and delicate shelter they’ve constructed between the two of them and he salts the earth so nothing else may grow, and he parts ways from this group and goes on his own to find Caleb -
hopefully alive, so that they can both be saved from this place and go home where they belong, but failing that he wants to find Caleb’s body or Caleb’s grave or some proof of what happened.
and then, of course, he finds Caleb happy, in love, with a family, and, well. we know what happens from there, don’t we?
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gang of youths triple j like a version sessions fic titles
why does it always rain on me?
even when the sun is shining i can’t avoid the lightning
seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
still life on a shelf
where did the blue skies go?
brothers
all the things he never said
a better chance
a love that’s unmistakable
dig through the collateral
the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows
sky full of lights (and none of them stars)
in a crowd unfamiliar
a feeling of distance (a feeling of loss)
not everything means something
honey cast me a line won't you fear me tonight?
all my friends
set the controls for the heart of the sun
benevolence riots
innocence isn’t a get out of jail free card in the eyes of god
how long i’ve waited for some lightning sound
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