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dissonates) wrote2020-05-05 11:33 pm
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Appointments Post
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[Fonic Link, May 13th]
[he pauses, then. No- it's more than that.]
"I understand."
[Losing a loved one, when death is a factor in that loss, or another world, or another time, or anything that doesn't match perfectly with your own reality? It's like a part of you dies, too. And even if they return one day, there are no guarantees. There are no happily ever afters or good endings or fairy tales. There's pain and cold hard truth. There's being the love of someone's life one day and the next a total stranger. Or an enemy.
One year ago he'd faced down the one he'd once loved like this and been murdered for it. For daring to love and daring to remember when he'd lost it all.
He understands this feeling.]
[Fonic Link, May 13th]
It's the painful, cold, hard truth. And he thought of that from the moment he realized she disappeared. It really is like he lost her; even if she hadn't been dead, even if she was alive and well, she's still from a different world.
It's over.]
"... I don't know what to do."
[In a way, he doesn't want to know. What's the point now?]
[Fonic Link, May 13th]
[It's quiet, somewhat noncommittal, but a necessary acknowledgment. This, too, is familiar; it's part of why he'd left the house, burned it to the ground when Guy went home the first time. Destroy everything that made it theirs, start fresh somewhere else. Because destruction is all he really knows how to do.]
"You will. Given time... you will. Until then you're not obligated to do a damn thing."
[Fonic Link, May 13th]
It's good, not being forced to get up and go. Even if he's still unsure what he's supposed to do, what he needs to do... Hell, what he even knows how to do.
What can he do? Piddle away at a piano? Ha.]
"Can I stay out here, then?"
[He'll go back, for sure. It's not like he can starve out here... And he's sure he saw letters when he left. But not now. God, not now.]
[Fonic Link, May 13th]
It's hard to go home alone.]
"Who's going to stop you?"