Awakening Supports/Donnel Noire(PC)

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C Support

Noire:
*Sniff* *sniffle*

Donnel:
What's wrong, Noire? Why ya cryin'?

Noire:
*Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.

Donnel:
Now why'd she go and do that? ...And why a snifflin' nose, of all things?

Noire:
It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.

Donnel:
Poor thing... Here, take m'lucky handkerchief.

Noire:
Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Donnel:
I can't letcha suffer like this for three whole days! Don't worry, Noire. I'll have me a talk with yer ma and get this cleared up.

Noire:
Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.

Donnel:
Golly, that's right pathetic...

Noire:
...Yep. *sniff*

Donnel:
B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove ya can depend on me!

Noire:
Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*


B Support

Donnel:
*Sniff* I'm dreadful sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let ya down... *sniff*

Noire:
It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Donnel:
I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Yer ma hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.

Noire:
Just like before...

Donnel:
Urgh... Ya did warn me this is how it used to play out in the future... But look at the bright side—at least yer hex is broken! *sniffle*

Noire:
Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.

Donnel:
I guess some things were just meant to be...

Noire:
Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...

Donnel:
How's that now?

Noire:
My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*

Donnel:
*Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet pea.

Noire:
FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Donnel:
Er...sweet pea?

Noire:
Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!

Donnel:
What in the heck?!

Noire:
*Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...

Donnel:
Noire, wait! There ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*


A Support

Donnel:
Ya got a moment, Noire?

Noire:
Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Donnel:
Have a look.

Noire:
...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Donnel:
Hah! Nothin' to you, Noire. I done stole these from yer ma what so she can't be puttin' weird hexes on ya.

Noire:
You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...

Donnel:
'Fore, ya said we couldn't change nothin'. That we was bound by fate. I reckoned I'd see if I couldn't lay that ol' fear to rest. If I did somethin' the future me couldn't, it would prove that stuff can change.

Noire:
Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.

Donnel:
I only changed 'cause ya came back to me. And together, we can change anythin'. All of us—you, me, yer ma...everyone.

Noire:
Just please don't ever leave me again.

Donnel:
Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!

Noire:
That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Donnel:
Say, do you feel that? A sudden rush of forebodin' fury comin' from them shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's yer ma! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire:
She must have realized you took all her toys.

Donnel:
*Gulp* I better skedaddle 'fore I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Love ya!

Noire:
Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!