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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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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.

So you're Frankenstein and I'm your monster.

[He can't deny the appeal.]

You are cobbled together from fourteen different entities, after all.

[Why is this amusing. Why does that thought amuse him.]

It's easy to see all of them at once. And I must admit. Engaging all at once. It... ...I will stop you. It's just...incredible.

[Because it's who you are now, Jon.]

Yes, yes, I'm sure you will.

But I would like to remind you that I am the one that gave you this gift. I let you have this honor.

We created the world together, but I created you.

Yes my dumb luck.

[His lips press together]

...Was it just dumb luck? Are you sure there was no other...interest?

Everything I do, I do with purpose, Jon.

[Although, the murder of Leitner...]

Are you looking to give your existence meaning? Is this a philosophical journey for you?

It I want to understand it.

[And that is how he got where he is in the first place. That cursed need for understanding.]

But I know I can't. Isn't that damned ridiculous? That every thought I have says I shouldn't try because some things are too broad, too powerful, to try and understand?

Edited 2020-11-13 16:33 (UTC)

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