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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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Comments

[ignoreher]

[ ... ]

Not really, but also kind of? I pushed myself too hard and ended up losing control for a bit, hurt some people who did and didn't deserve it, and also I broke my arm unrelated to that. That's the "kind of" part, because I'm pretty excited to experience a broken arm.

[ the only person in all the world who'd see a brightside to it. she squeezes her good hand tight. would it be too much to she say misses him, actually? right now, maybe, it would be. patience. patience, so hard to come by. ]

[immortalpoet]

[Roiling in feeling, trying to avoid feeling, and then reading what comes next and




that goes all straight out the window as he rushes to text back, furious.]

you WHAT

[ignoreher]

[ wao ]

Which part, Vergilius?

[immortalpoet]

all of it what did you DO

[ignoreher]

Okay, well, first off the broken arm was not

entirely my fault I wasn't paying attention and some rubble caught me! And I just wasn't managing myself right with the losing control thing -- I came down from one of my more dangerous Abnormalities and just sort of, well, tipped over from there. I'm okay now. A friend calmed me down.

[immortalpoet]

[He is pinching his nose give him. A good moment. Jesus Carmen Christ.]

[(Part of him wonders if this is partially his fault, irrationally, before he supplies logic and understanding that this would've happened regardless if he was around. Malkuth is Like That.)]

why do you do this to yourself

are you being treated. did you get treated

[ignoreher]

[ good. she'd fuss if he ever assumed it was at any part his fault. ]

Yes, yes, you worrywart. I'm bed-bound until further notice.

[ ... ]

Wanna visit?

[immortalpoet]

[Another long pause on his end.]

[He wants to.]

[But should he? Is it worth it? He wanted his distance. He imposed it on himself, another shackle to wear. He didn't push himself to go see the children, after everything.]

[He didn't think he deserved that.]

[He types one answer. Deletes it. Types another. And another. He struggles a bit, biting into his lip, before he just settles on:]

i don't know, malkuth

[ignoreher]

[ better or worse than a no? it stings anyway, even if she expected... something along those lines. ]

Okay! Well, anytime then. My door is always open whenever.

[immortalpoet]

[He doesn't answer for a while.]

[And then, finally, with some mite of reluctance, he replies:]

i'll drop something off later. maybe. but i won't stay long

[ignoreher]

[ she really shouldn't have asked him. she feels like shrinking into her cot and disappearing. how to get someone to hate you in three texts or less. she tries not to reply immediately when she gets it, waiting half an hour before it comes. ]

You can drop it off with March if that's easier. She's been hovering over me a lot lately anyway, since she wants to make sure I rest. I know she won't mind.

[immortalpoet]

[You can practically hear the sigh from the text. He offers, she pulls back.]

[Then again, he wasn't completely on board, either.]

[He's still weak for her, even now.]

if you say so.

please rest

[ignoreher]

[ ... wings, if she doesn't wish he'd come himself anyway length of time be damned. but she knows she'd ask him for a moment longer, and they

can't have that, like picking at a scab. this was, too. her chest aches and she forces herself to exhale. ]

Take care, Vergilius.

[ the rest unspoken. ]

[immortalpoet]

[So much to say, so much he can't say. He lets himself bleed a little, as he always tends to do with most things. He's a creature made for it.]

[He wishes he could hear her say it. But that's just hypocrisy speaking, right?]

take care, miss malkuth