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age: 27
(the invincible, rm 303)

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( akshun ) - July 20? 21?

[evulsed]

[ Vanitas does turn up, but not within the first five minutes. Only after Gene has shut him down does he prowl to the church, looking for the tell-tale red glow of Wanda's lantern. ]

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[ and there she waits, more patiently than he deserves, but he's her acerbic naughty duckling and he has crimes to answer for. they can cuddle again after.

when he reaches the throw of her lantern's scarlet cast, she calls softly, ]

We have talked about Mary. Do we need to talk about her again?

[ there's a foreboding in that tone. the sort that means the child should not want a second talk with Mother. ]

[evulsed]

[ Vanitas, whose guardian was always a man that was both never and omni-present and ruled him like a dog meant for cage fighting, is unflinching in the face of her tone. anyone else might have taken it as a warning, but Vanitas just looks at her incredulously. ]

This is what you wanted to drag me all the way out here for?

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[ she walks toward him, until they are nearly toe to toe. her voice remains quiet, calm. ]

Among other things.

[ wanda reaches low and careful, into the billowing shadows that puff and dissolve around him. it's not holding his hand, but it's... something very distantly related. she channels her sorrow for his recent death, her dismay at him being discounted by those who don't know him, her anger at his recklessness, the unleashing of his rage and spite on a small girl and a large crowd. ]

Do not target her. And do not make a target of yourself. [ she looks into the odd glow of his eyes, her own flaring briefly. ] You will only die again, and it will be worse.

@raylan, text, july 20

[ultimatums]

Hey
You mind if I bend your ear about something?

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it would be uncommon of you not to, and i'd be concerned to go over 2 days without it, so. please.

[ultimatums]

Vodka hangovers
What's the deal here
Feel like my head's trying to annex itself from my body

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i told you not to mix, cowboy.

— text / @parker. (1/3)

[webshoots]

[ sent at like 1am because what is sleep. ]

you know how there are some things you never envisaged yourself saying?

2/4 actually

[webshoots]

like, for some people, it's those three little words

you know what, i'll let you know

[webshoots]

and then for other people, it's just like -- they know they hate the coffee from that place on 38th, because there's the barista that looks at you funny if you haven't decided what you want by the time you get to the front of the line

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and you're PRETTY sure he's told the guy that handles the pastries to deliberately get your order wrong? because there's no way that he could give you the wrong croissant three consecutive days in a row

[webshoots]

so for that person, they're never going to say

hey let's go to monmouth, because who calls their coffee shop that anyway?

[webshoots]

anyway, I've got a confession to make

[webshoots]

I actually kinda miss williamsburg? not the people, god.

[webshoots]

(okay, the people a little bit.)

but that weird, pervasive, oddly intense feeling of pretentiousness, and the knowledge that if you really NEED to get a rainbow bagel with charcoal frosting at 4am

you can?

I miss that.

DONE

[webshoots]

do you think there's a therapist here?

MURDER MOST FOUL

[hext]

[ she isn't asleep (when is she ever, lately), and he knows it. he knows he won't be interrupting her attempt to rest. what he doesn't know is these late night rambles save her, more often than not, from the darkest kind of misery; she's busy sliding into a tar pit of memories and regrets and fears becoming so real she can feel them like fingertips dragging cool and clammy up along her skin, tugging, pulling her down.

peter is the branch, appearing just in time to lift her out. ]

i understand, i think. williamsburg.
small, tangible problems. daylight problems. nothing insidious, just... clear shapes, things you didn't like, but you could identify. even predict.

i miss traffic jams, i think? and knowing i could get around them, but not doing it because — propriety.
i miss... knowing who to be angry at.

[ about fifteen seconds later: ]

charcoal? frosting??

@eleven | text

[savingthrows]

hi

i wanted to ask if you are okay after the forest

i can hold your hand again if you want

tall regards
eleven

weeps ;o; tall regards

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hi el. i am coping - wishing someone here was a dentist.

[ gallows humor. she wishes she could fold eleven up in her arms right now, as haunted as she still is by the idea of her semi-return. ]

and i will hold your hand again anytime, too.
i have been worried about you, since i haven't seen you in about a day, but now i know how strong you are.

thank you for being with us.

[savingthrows]

it still hurts a bit

i was resting

i think nancy was worried

we were all very strong

im glad i wasnt alone

—text / @parker

[webshoots]

So a spider walks into a church...

you dare

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does he need one million spider eggsorcisms?

JESUS

[webshoots]

[ whatever response peter was expecting, that was not it. peter's well-acquainted with the distracting nature of a well-timed (and utterly terrible) joke, and this is a fine one.

(he both loves and hates it.) ]

Just the one will do.

Hey.

AUDIO — 2/14

[cained]

( listen, dean's very drunk at this point, but he's just discovered songbird has classic rock and since there's no other entertainment at the invincible at the moment, he's entertaining himself by singing cherry pie by warrant. karaoke party of one, let's rock 'n roll. how did he accidentally dial wanda while doing this? who knows. but, hey, at least dean's got a decent voice, even for someone who's had a few too many. )