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[foreshadower]

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

Three years from now, whatever all the imPorts were called in for has been solved. The porter, in either a cruel motion or out of kindness, gives the imports a 72 hours before sending them back. It's not much time, or maybe too much, depending on the character. How are you going to spend the last time you have in the City? Maybe say goodbye to all of your friends, or finally get what you want out of it all? Will you conclude your relationship, or will things be left unsaid before you're ported out?

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» adapted from soul_skirmish. (thanks, bros!) and Lucy (thanks baby!)

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[hexappeal]

[fireinthehero]

[horrible, overly long, silent hugs]

[hexappeal]

[Simultaneously the best and the worst. Eventually, there's that moment where she managed to pry herself away and stumble back a foot or two.] Have, um... have you decided yet?

[fireinthehero]

I've made a good life here. A great life. I've done a lot of good...

But home is still home. You know?

[hexappeal]

You can make just as great a life, just as much a difference there. I'm sure your world must feel completely empty without you.

[Ugh, one of those pitiful little forced smiles.]

[carbonite]

(sadiodfsa oh hey how does he do it?) Hey, this'll be between us, right?

[hexappeal]

That depends on what "this," is, Han.

[carbonite]

(he just leans in to give her a small kiss.) Figure that you should at least get that, right?

[hexappeal]

You got the least part right. [OH SO SMUGLY!!] You're not going to make me make up for that, are you?

[solidorkable]

(oh no, little boy trying not to cry his eyes out.)

[hexappeal]

[He isn't so little, anymore. She's watched him hit puberty and grow. And she's come to think of him as her son. Of those she will feel lost without, he is certainly one of them.

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder meant to comfort, she forces a smile.] Larsa. [Her voice is so fond, so fond.]

[solidorkable]

(he doesn't want to go back. for the first time, it felt like he had a family. it just seems so lonely when he returns. even though he's so old, he just can't let go of her.)

Please, do not say anything. (he's holding her so close.)

[hexappeal]

[She makes a soft sound and though she was going to say something, anyway, it feels caught in her throat. Like words are impossible.

It shouldn't have to be like this. They should stay here, in this house. He'll keep going to school. College. Become a doctor or a lawyer or, if she has anything to do with it, something silly and frivolous and low in stress.]

[daft_old_man]

[Not making eye contact]

Well, I suppose you can go back to throwing your magic around anyway you like. Oh, and liking the one with the scarf.

[hexappeal]

Suppose I can.

Though I think my opinion's changed. I've always preferred bowties as an accessory.

[daft_old_man]

Well, they are pretty cool.

Don't suppose you've changed your mind on the trouser thing too.

[hexappeal]

I'm afraid not.

You'll have to come visit my world sometime. I promise I'll still be without pants, just how you like me.

[hulk]

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[hexappeal]

Hey, B.

[viced]

[ Oh this requires emotions. ]

Hey.

[hexappeal]

Hey... there. [Awkward neck-rubbing commences?]

[viced]

Hey. [ A pause. ]

I guess this is it, huh?

[doubleoohbaby]

[Uggggh James is so bad with feels. Especially the sad sort. He's just opted for the approach of vanishing for several hours after the announcement, before slinking to Zee's house with his tail between his legs and looking more pouty than normal.]

[hexappeal]

[Uggggh is right. Zatanna isn't the best when it comes to talking about her feelings, but this feels necessary. This can't be waited out or avoided. There isn't even three full days left.

Everyone else is off saying their good-byes and tying up loose ends. She's done that, for the most part. She's just waiting for the most important one, staring off into her backyard as she holds a cup of tea in her hand that has long since grown cold.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[He mostly just invites himself in and sprawls over the sofa in his usual manner, head back and and arm slung over his eyes as if he's sooooo tired. In truth he's not been doing much other than sitting and moping around while try to decide what to do with the items and business he'll leave behind.]

Shit.