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[ well that gets his fucking attention

hearing someone else say his name feels like a bolt of electricity crackles through his body, and his wide eyes instantly go to nettle's.

and he listens, and listens, eyebrows drawing together. does he believe all that? hard to see for himself, as nettle says.

easier question: does he believe nettle? yes, always. so he nods slowly, feels that command like a heartbeat: be greedy be greedy be greedy ]

[then hugs tight, quiet

he just wants his boy happy and healthy and surrounded by people who love him even if that makes it easier to be lost in the crowd]

[ HANGS ONTO FOR DEAR LIFE ]

[valid

crumpling into. exhausted now. this was a lot. this has all been a lot. things are a lot. hes so tired so sad so unsure so so so so many things none pleasant]

The most selfish thing,

[ said after a moment, quiet, exhausted, ]

is that I'm still glad you're here. Even though everything is basically awful. Even though we keep getting killed. Even though you have to watch us get killed, too. I'm not letting any freaky comas or anything take you no matter how bad things are or how tired you get. I need you. You're mine, too.

Edited 2024-11-25 01:31 (UTC)

[...oh hes crying again good job]

[ it's ok we can both be crying ]

...mso tired now...

[snuffle]

Damn.

[ choked, but, ]

Would you like a funnel cake in these trying times? I hear the chef is a real up-and-comer.

I heard he's a piece of shit.

[holds tighter]

Don' get up. Hold me longer. Feel lonely.

All lies. He's the best.

[ HOLDS ONTO, makes no move to leave ]

You wanna talk about it?

No.

...mmmm. I'll tell ya something else though.

I'm listening.

...I asked the showmaster t'gimme a secret and she did.

For real? What'd she say?

[places a finger on Aster's thumb. then index. then middle. then ring. then pinky]

Happy and sad and scared and angry and angry and...look behind and...

[opens mouth, no words come out]

[ what the actual fuck

will try to pull back and look at his face, if his hold loosens enough for that ]

...the important part don' come out.

She told you a secret and made it so you can't tell anyone?

Uh huh.

Could you like. Mime it. Or write it.

[shakes head no]

I'm gonna kill her one day and I'm gonna enjoy it.

[ but okay looking at his hand and wiggling his fingers in the order nettle touched them ]

Happy...sad...scared...angry...angry...look back?

[ looks behind him because he can't not try that ]

Edited 2024-11-25 02:52 (UTC)

And then a voice in m'head.

I can hear it. When I do it.

Is it a scary secret? Whatever it says.

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