Post by newwwwusername on Jan 14, 2023 17:08:17 GMT
Full title : The Dreams We Keep Under Wraps Due To Their Selfish Nature
Requested by : oliverisoffline on Tumblr
Original request : How about some Mischa angst, either hurt/comfort or no comfort?? Ships are up to you x)
Chronology : Post-canon
Background relationship : Mischa/Talia (past)
Headcanon : Autistic!Mischa
Jane got to live out the rest of her mortal life, which all of the other choir members thought was only fair. After all, she was the girl with no memory or even a name- It would've been cruel if any of them got to have their second chance.
However, because she got her second chance, it meant that the rest of them were forever trapped in Limbo. Karnak died before he could send them anywhere, so they were all doomed to linger in that room until the end of time and maybe beyond.
It took all of them some time to come to grips with that fact. Sure, they could be whatever they wanted in this reality since the only social pressures were each other, but that didn't exactly make the arrangement ideal.
Ocean eventually grew less uptight, Constance grew less ashamed, Noel grew less insecure, Ricky grew more open... The one that took the most time to move on was ironically the one that most regarded himself as strong-willed.
See, Mischa really didn't want to have to leave his Talia. Was their engagement ever official? No. Did Talia even still love him now that it had been however many years? Doubtful. But, he couldn't find it in his heart to get over her.
One particular day, as he dejectedly sat on a crate, pondering over what could've been, Noel decided to go over and have a chat with him.
"Hey, buddy" he started awkwardly as he sat on the crate next to the Ukrainian. Mischa regarded him briefly but said nothing in response. "You've seemed pretty down ever since Jane left"
"When Penny still here, there was chance" Mischa explained. "Selfish, maybe, but there was chance to see fiancé again" he sighed. "Now that Penny gone, no more chance"
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing I can do" Mischa groaned, feeling a bit upset. No rage. No passion. Only sadness. "Chance got killed by rat" he gestured to the destroyed animatronic in the corner. "No more Talia. I have to deal with that"
"I'm sorry"
"Not your fault"
"No, but, selfishly, I've been..." Noel trailed off and took a deep breath, reassuring himself that even if this went sideways, it's not like Mischa could be mad at him forever. "Selfishly, I've been fantasizing about... Me monopolizing your time in a similar way rather than making an effort to help you, my friend, with your grief"
"Not selfish" Mischa insisted. "I do like you, Noel" he added, causing Noel's face to heat up slightly. Did the rapper even understand what all that entailed? Did he mean it in a platonic way or something more? "It's just also hard because I liked her too... A lot"
"I know"
"And now I can't ever see her again" Mischa muttered, voice crackling slightly as tears welled up in his eyes. Noel frowned and wrapped his arms around his friend, allowing the Ukrainian boy to cry properly. "Shit"
"I know, Mi" Noel soothed. "I know... I'm sorry"
Requested by : oliverisoffline on Tumblr
Original request : How about some Mischa angst, either hurt/comfort or no comfort?? Ships are up to you x)
Chronology : Post-canon
Background relationship : Mischa/Talia (past)
Headcanon : Autistic!Mischa
Jane got to live out the rest of her mortal life, which all of the other choir members thought was only fair. After all, she was the girl with no memory or even a name- It would've been cruel if any of them got to have their second chance.
However, because she got her second chance, it meant that the rest of them were forever trapped in Limbo. Karnak died before he could send them anywhere, so they were all doomed to linger in that room until the end of time and maybe beyond.
It took all of them some time to come to grips with that fact. Sure, they could be whatever they wanted in this reality since the only social pressures were each other, but that didn't exactly make the arrangement ideal.
Ocean eventually grew less uptight, Constance grew less ashamed, Noel grew less insecure, Ricky grew more open... The one that took the most time to move on was ironically the one that most regarded himself as strong-willed.
See, Mischa really didn't want to have to leave his Talia. Was their engagement ever official? No. Did Talia even still love him now that it had been however many years? Doubtful. But, he couldn't find it in his heart to get over her.
One particular day, as he dejectedly sat on a crate, pondering over what could've been, Noel decided to go over and have a chat with him.
"Hey, buddy" he started awkwardly as he sat on the crate next to the Ukrainian. Mischa regarded him briefly but said nothing in response. "You've seemed pretty down ever since Jane left"
"When Penny still here, there was chance" Mischa explained. "Selfish, maybe, but there was chance to see fiancé again" he sighed. "Now that Penny gone, no more chance"
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing I can do" Mischa groaned, feeling a bit upset. No rage. No passion. Only sadness. "Chance got killed by rat" he gestured to the destroyed animatronic in the corner. "No more Talia. I have to deal with that"
"I'm sorry"
"Not your fault"
"No, but, selfishly, I've been..." Noel trailed off and took a deep breath, reassuring himself that even if this went sideways, it's not like Mischa could be mad at him forever. "Selfishly, I've been fantasizing about... Me monopolizing your time in a similar way rather than making an effort to help you, my friend, with your grief"
"Not selfish" Mischa insisted. "I do like you, Noel" he added, causing Noel's face to heat up slightly. Did the rapper even understand what all that entailed? Did he mean it in a platonic way or something more? "It's just also hard because I liked her too... A lot"
"I know"
"And now I can't ever see her again" Mischa muttered, voice crackling slightly as tears welled up in his eyes. Noel frowned and wrapped his arms around his friend, allowing the Ukrainian boy to cry properly. "Shit"
"I know, Mi" Noel soothed. "I know... I'm sorry"