𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲【𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐦𝐩 𝐖𝐚𝐫】

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tw/cw: mentions of of gods/religion tied topics, mentioned use of drugs(Cigarettes), alcohol/drunkenness

I'm very serious about this guys, if any of this, even a tiny bit, makes you feel the slightest bit weird, uncomfortable, anything. Stop reading. Don't read the chapters with these warnings. I do in fact give them for a reason, and I'd hate for any of you to experience anything negative because I didn't provide good enough warnings. ♛

!!!! Ily

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Ranboo hadn't spent much time with Techno, he could only assume Cypress hadn't either. Typically, they were joined at the hip, almost never seen without each other. Only, nowadays he had only seen the pinkette once or twice in a full week, and the woman would be drinking herself to death with the newly revived man, playing chess, smoking. The teen wasn't sure if it was strange coping mechanisms, but she had never brought these action to her own home, never near her children, her family. He despised it. He wondered how someone could see themselves falling so low that they had to drink themselves to sleep. Wilbur had carried her home one night. He was sober, something that rarely happened when the two 'hung out'.

Ranboo had almost cradled the unconscious woman in his arms, keeping a firm glare on the top of Wilbur's head. Eye contact had always made him finicky. The man seemed to almost be grinning, and it had offset the teen. Something about the entire situations was strange. After Wilbur had left, his hands tucked into his trench coat, walking off into the snow. Ranboo had never had much experience with those who were drunk, babbling off, but perhaps the cold and shaken the woman from the grasps of intoxication.

"You.. know Ranbooo- you are.." She struggled out, pressing her weight onto him, causing his eyebrows to furrow, leading her inside and to their living room.
"Very tall." She stated, a small nod to confirm her statement a few seconds after.

"Cy? Why do you drink?" He questioned, sitting next to her, his arm keeping her upright, while she made small popping noises.

"Mmm-.. Wilby!" She spoke, poking his hand before halting with a sigh, almost glaring at the ground. He couldn't really get a grasp on the sudden mood change, but tension fogged the atmosphere.

"Wilbur, yeah, that guy." Cypress mumbled out, closing her eyes, breathing out another long breath. She smelled like cigarettes.
"It stops everything." She answered. Earning a small glance from Ranboo as a motion to move on.

"Hell, I'm.. I'm 21, right? and.. and my children have died in my arms. And, I've seen my.. my... I don't know, my friend be almost executed in front of me. My best friend helped throw me off a cliff, and then- who I thought was my friend, he killed me for trying to protect my first family. I.. I was tortured? I think, it's hard to remember, but the amount of absolute shit I have engraved into my body pisses me off. The same man who tortured me? I'm compared to him. And Maybe that's just how it is. I feel as if.. Maybe early in my life it was already too late."

She paused, ragged, almost shaking breaths escaping from her lungs.

"I can't stand being compared to him, Ranboo. I'm turning into him even now. Even my features are starting to match his. I've wanted to file down these damn horns until they don't exist. I don't want to be tall anymore. I don't want to smoke, I don't want to drink, I didn't want to hurt anyone Ranboo. I just- I just wanted to be happy. So why the hell is it so hard for me to be. Technoblade doesn't even talk to me anymore. He's been so caught up in his syndicate bullshit. It's hard. To just, watch."

Ranboo pulled her into a tight hug, feeling the fresh tears burn into the skin under his clothing, keeping his wince to himself, he pressed the woman tighter to him, feeling his own tears peak to his eyes at the sounds of the sobbing woman.

"I just want to be happy Ranboo. I don't want to watch everything I've attempted to save and build up crumble because I decided to be selfish for one goddamn second. I should be allowed to be selfish. I shouldn't.. I shouldn't- have to just, sit.. to just sit by and watch. I don't want to do these things. I just, I just want to be okay. And I've found a small escape from the hell hole-" 

Ranboo didn't speak, resting his head on her chin, his hands rubbing patterns into her back as she choked on her words.

"I don't want people to hate me Ranboo. I just- I don't want."

"It's okay." he spoke softly, ignoring the burning sensations now running down his face. His hands were grasping onto her clothes. He wasn't sure why he was crying, or why he felt like this at all. Ranboo was confused, less or more so than the wailing woman in his arms. Was this what love was? Did people who love each other abandon the other for no reason? In Ranboo's eyes, they seemed so in love. So enamored with each other, inseparable.

"Ranboo?" She sniffled out, seemingly coming down from her drunken thoughts, her tone less slurred and more clear.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Could.. Could you teach me how to talk like you do? I don't know what it's called, but no one else knows it right?"

"I can, I'm not sure if it'll be easy bu-"

"please?"

Ranboo only nodded.

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Over the next week, he had introduced her to the alphabet, basic sayings and would randomly speak to her in his first language in attempts to get her used to how it sounded normally. Like other languages, his language was just series of sounds that meant different words and letters. It was very simple words, mainly "Hello." and "How are you's". It amazed him how easily she picked up on the language, but apparently the woman had spoke a different language already. Perhaps she just, picked these things up as time went on.

Along with learning his own language, she had also dedicated her time to learning sign language as well, as a different escape rather than drinking or smoking. Wilbur wasn't very happy with her newfound discoveries and was often at the manor, trying to persuade her back to him. 

"Try saying your name again." Ranboo spoke, sitting across from her in their library, slipping into his own accented speech.

"☊⊬⌿⍀⟒⌇⌇?" Cypress tried, struggling a little on the sounds. Her accent was still very her own, it was one of the things that were difficult when learning new languages.

"☊⍜⍀⍀⟒☊⏁, ⏃⋏⎅ ⟟ ⏃⋔ ⍀⏃⋏⏚⍜⍜." Ranboo spoke, watching her blink a few times before slowly nodding.

"Your name is Ranboo?" She guessed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. They were doing a small series of tests, trying to test how much she was able to pick up in her time learning.

"Mhm!" He spoke in his original tongue, giving her a small smile.
"Now you can say your name to Edward." Ranboo joked, earning a soft laugh.

"I'm gonna try to continue on my sign language, I can almost get out a few sentences, and I want to show Tommy." She seemed excited, and who was he to stop her. She was using learning new languages as her escape. It was odd, but the woman had informed him of the god almost always hovering over her shoulder, so when the three of them were in the house alone, he could walk by the living room, hearing the woman speak enderspeak and demanding the God to help her practice. Again, he didn't question it.

"Have fun with uh.. God." He spoke lightly, another laugh coming from the woman.

"He's... not happy with me learning new languages, but that sucks for him because- He's the one emotionally attatched to me, not the other way around."

"Do you like- have a religion now?" He asked hesitantly, the short-haired horned woman breaking out into a grin, almost as if she was waiting for this moment.

"I'd say I'm the gods religion at this point." Cypress leaned back in her chair.

"Besides, the gods envy us Ranboo. That's why I'll never become an immortal one."