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sunday funday.

TEXTING MEME
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[Because, Elias assumes, it's the same thing that makes him happy.]

You truly believe that you are the only one favored by the Watchers gaze?

I think the ceaseless watcher likes conflict more than you or I am willing to admit. I'm prepared to give it to our patron.

Suffering. Conflict does not necessarily equate to the other.

For example, as you walk right now, you both languish and suffer. You are not human, but you cling to the ghosts of ideas as if it makes you a better creature but I know. I know.

You love this world. Even if you will never whisper it to the man beside.

[Yes. Yes he does love it. Staring it down, looking over at the sleeping man beside him with warmth and affection.]

Was there ever someone for you like that. That made your question that power.

Question it?

[Barnabas' letter in his hand, knowing he could stop this. Knowing he could save him.

And yet, wanting to know more. Know beyond him.]

No. I always knew what I needed to do and where my path would lead me.

[did he understand that? What it was like?]

I understand

[and he hates that he does because the one thing keeping him from relishing it all is Martin and-

Yes well.]
it is glorious

Jon, this is a world made for you. For us. This is a world we are meant to survive in.

You could not protect Martin before, but here? You can. Think about that, ruminate on the paradise you can have together.

he

[deserves better deserves better deserves better deserves better]

Won't be as happy as you think.

Martin's happiness is hardly my concern, but if we are truthful, Jon, I doubt the happiness for him will be there at the end - should you succeed - either.

[This he knows.]

I'm sorry you never knew caring like this.

[Enjoy it when it's gone, Jon. That yawning sorrow.]

Don't be. Look at all I was able to accomplish, all I could create with your help. Your pity is pointless when I am not missing it at all.

[Damn.]

Then I'll suppose we'll meet physically again soon.

[If there had been, would he be doing this?]

You could choose otherwise, you do realize? What dark end waits for you - for Martin - can be changed by walking away.

[He wants to lie.]

I wouldn't hurt him like that. And besides I can't make a space for us that would be safe for eternity.

And you think that this wouldn't hurt him? You are still longing for someone to lead you, aren't you?

[He grimaces]

So should I restrain myself instead of being leashed?

[Oh, Jon. He Knew that grimace.]

You just need to find the right person to give you guidance.

That is all you have ever really needed.

And that's you. I'm not stupid, you're the only one who understands.

No, Jon. You're not. If you were, my job would have been far easier.

And I am glad that you understand that. What will you do with that knowledge?

Swear to me that Martin will be safe.

[A pause]

Don't pretend you couldn't hurt him. Don't belittle both of us.

[Rules. So many rules and demands.]

I offer that I will not harm him. The Eye will protect him, probably not as strongly as it does you, but he carries clout here.

The safest place for him would be his domain, of course, but the question is will you tell him that?

[His domain.]

That discussion hasn't come up yet. He doesn't need that stress.

[It's a blip. It's nothing.]

He will learn about it.

Shouldn't that be a gift you give him?

[Later, much later, he will understand this and be intrigued (horror is perpetually beyond him now.) the pragmatic nature of good and evil. There is no good and evil there's only the living and the ...sort of living.]

...That- That's not possible but thanks for trying.

[But it is and man, that thought right now is so enormous...]

[Oh, Jon. Elias stared at that response and found such a positive joy in that. Truly...truly appropriate.

And as much as he wanted to tell him the truth - that the shackles he foolishly placed on himself were hardly necessary and that "the possible" was anything - he hardly could have him thinking he was stronger than the king. What sort of uprising would that bring?]

The limitations you experience are understandable.

You need me. To help you navigate them.

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