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goshdarnspam2009-10-22 11:42 pm
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THAT 10 YEARS LATER MEME D:
Okay, officially? I love this meme to death. I know that some of you have been doing amazing creative things like writing fic and drawing things---I've seen a bunch of it on my flist already.
SO. Can we make this a post to collect all these amazing multiverse things we've been doing? I DON'T WANT TO MISS ANYTHING.
SO. Can we make this a post to collect all these amazing multiverse things we've been doing? I DON'T WANT TO MISS ANYTHING.
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No.
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please?
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WITH.
US.
AND LET US TAKE CARE OF YOU.
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Actually, she'll probably need some detox time and therapy
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AND STAY
PLEASE
TEDDY WILL MAKE YOU MAGICALLY DETOX. the therapy part, though, may be a bit tougher.
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LOL FOUR AM WHAT /doesn't bother to proof read
Eventually, she leans over the sink basin -- bracing herself against the porcelain lip with her bony fingers. The tap gurgles as she turns it on and goes about splashing water on her forehead and throat. When she bends the light catches the bare of her shoulder, the stretch of spine that runs between winged shoulder blades. There's a scar there now -- an ugly one -- and it runs all the way down her back to where her waist begins narrows. He doesn't bother to ask her how she got it; he knows the answer already.
Standing, it takes a moment to move over to her, but when he finally does, he places one hand on her back -- fingers barely touching that stretch of twisted, glassy skin. Even though his body still refuses to take scars, he shifts them to stay anyway. It tickles everytime he does it, even now, as the skin of his own back puckers and then smooths again. It's stupid, Teddy knows, or maybe naively romantic to think that mimicking somebody else's scars will somehow help him better understand their pain, but he does it anyway.
Eventually, he looks up at her face in the mirror. She's beautiful (she's always been beautiful) but Teddy knows that -- out of everything he could possible ask and say -- that would probably be the most painful to hear, so he keeps that to himself too.
So much of what they have left is built on silence and empty spaces, but Teddy's hand is warm as he touches her arm and he hopes that maybe that means something.
"Stay this time," he eventually says. "There's something for you here."
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OH MY GOD SOB
THIS IS. I WANT. SLODIGFDGLJK. ALJSDOIFGOJFLKJ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. /RUBS THIS ALL OVER
THIS IS SUCH A TRAINWRECK BUT I LOVE IT.
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BUT TEDDY CAN'T HELP BUT STILL WANT TO TRY AND FIX HER
SHE IS STILL THAT BROKEN GIRL WHOSE LEGS AND ARMS HE BROKE TRYING TO MAKE HER STRONGER ;A;
sob i love it too rikos going to burn me in effigy orz kah;sfkalwhefabad
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riko please don't kill us. BILLY HAS TO BE THE GOOD WITCH.
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Nico kissed the top of his head as she passed, not surprised when she didn't feel any warmth coming off his skin. When he shut down, now, he really shut down. There was nothing there, and that terrified her. He forgot words, sometimes. He could communicate with any security system the government could churn out to stop them, but he was slower to put expressions to emotions and divine their meaning.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax, and choked on a sob instead. The air inside the apartment tasted like rust; Tommy had come in a bloody, twisted up mess of muscle the night before and it'd taken too many magic words and prayers to put him back together. She still had little dark crescents of his blood under her nails. She needed to clean herself---needed sleep---needed a shower---just---just needed.
Nico didn't have to give up any blood anymore to make it work---didn't need to call the staff or say any words. She had long since gotten to the point of mastery where it was just breathing and concentration, pulling and pushing against what was inside her and around her and beneath her.
"E.T. go home," she said, because the words matched the notion closely enough to mesh into a spell. Concentrate, pull, and release; the room fizzed and snapped with hectic red energy.
Victor didn't move, even as long arcs of red magic danced and crawled over his cold skin. His hunched body melted away, left in the apartment they'd been squatting in, and she had to blink her eyes against the light that swelled up to meet her.
She'd skipped time zones. It was seven a.m.---never knew how she knew that, but she always did now---and dawn spread a milky ambience over the clean little kitchen she'd ported into. Billy was leaning against the counter, eating dry toast and coffee. His hair was bleached out this month, so he looked just like his twin aside from the eyes.
Billy's eyes were so much older than Tommy's.
He smiled, gesturing with his crust.
"Toast? You look like you could use some."
Nico didn't bother with a hello or an explanation or even a request to be allowed into his little bubble of surreal calm. She just curled into him, thin arms around his chest, and started to cry.
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...that is eerily consonant with how I see Vic living now.
/works harder on arts
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/WAITS PATIENTLY ON ARTS