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(ง︡'-'︠)ง ([personal profile] controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
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I THOUGHT HE DID i may have... just thought about using their names and forgotten fuck idek anymore

[personal profile] bumbles 2013-06-03 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
B-blood-- ( Blood is what gave him his magic, wasn't it? Meant to be in the blood. Meant to be carried, or genetic, or maybe it was just the vitality of blood itself that carried magic, he had no idea. He grits his teeth, struggles to make his tongue work with his voice, with how to form the words.) B-blood is all I h-have.

( And his blood doesn't even want him. But it's all he has. There was his blood, and there was Max. His love for Max might be enduring, but that didn't mean she'd have a use for him, always. At least his blood would still be his blood, even if they wished he wasn't. Something unhappy twists his mouth. I don't want that blood. Yeah. He imagined his sisters felt the same way.

He shakes his head, pushes back his chair, but can't quite go even if he's standing, because she's his friend. And he's not ever really had those. )
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bro 4 lyfe

[personal profile] bumbles 2013-06-03 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( He's conflicted, but he sits back down, watching her from behind his hair, dragging his fingers through it so it falls over his face against and not bothering to fix it. And then she's talking, and she's got a daughter, and he doesn't know how to feel or what to think. He's not a parent, he doesn't know, but he remembers some of the girls from the shelter and the clinic and how scared they were. How tough, some of them, strong, but that didn't keep them from being scared. His mind catches, there, and he opens his mouth to try and offer anything.

There's nothing.

Painfully, he swallows air, an awkward click in his throat. Hollow, slapping sound, and he still doesn't have ay words. Typical, Adonis. At least he can shake his head, don't be sorry, please don't be sorry. )


I'm-- s-sorry.

( Falling woefully short, and yet it's the truth of it. Anything else would probably be patronising. He's sorry for getting mad, and he's sorry that she hurts, and that she feels like that about herself and her own family, and that she doesn't know her daughter, and that she had to make that decision. He's just sorry.

Silence, before he it just-- )


She's m-my-- she's my b-big sister.

( A little desperate. She's his sister. He idolised her, even when he was scared of her, and it feels like whatever tentative foundation did exist in his life was ripped away with finding out who - what - she was. )
Edited 2013-06-03 16:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bumbles 2013-06-14 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I d-don't-- I dunno how t-to um--

( Do this. To have these conversations, to have someone apologise to him.

Max told him that she was dangerous and he should be careful, Morgana called him wise and a fool, his sisters called him useless, idiot. He feels so raw all the time, and this feels like exposed nerves, but with Max he's trying to try the honesty out of her and make her see she isn't a monster, and she knows he's... she sees him. She was the first one to see him.

Stephanie doesn't see. No one did, really, except for Max, but now Stephanie is apologising, and he can't handle that. )


Atlas is b-better at this.

( At people, and he shrugs, makes a move for the door. )