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[assassinsummer]

I went forth with an angel’s desire to please on the edge of seventeen.

“I-In your hands. O Truth. O Fates. O Death. I humbly entrust m-my daughter. Be she alive, deliver her back to me. If not, l-let her find eternal rest. The old order has passed away, welcome her into paradise. Where there will be no sorrow, no weeping or pain, but fullness of peace and joy.” —Majick

@ricksmajicknstuff

[assassinsummer]

"I haven't really talked to you before... But I'm getting worried.." She leaves a box of pastries on Summer's doorstep.

No one's home. They turn stale.

[tempus-fractura]

Have you considered giving up on Summer?

“Never.”

[assassinsummer]

[Old voicemail] “Summer... this is your THIRD solo mission, why is your tracker telling me that you’re in a Defrombulus prison? I’m coming to get you, but you’re better than this. And if I find out you got taken out by a trip wire AGAIN, no more solo missions for the rest of the month. But... ugh... sit tight, sweetheart. I’m coming. But in the meantime, start brainstorming and coming up with all of those cute little excuses that aren’t going to work on me so you may as well not even try it.”

[assassinsummer]

[Old voice-mail on summers phone]"Hey baby girl. I got caught up on this hit, guy won't give me the info I'm asking for, so torture is on the plate. I'll be home a little late, so I can either make you dinner when I get home or you can make something for yourself." *|man screaming in the background|* "let me know sweetheart, I can always pick something up on my way home. Love you. Be there in a few hours." *|he smooches the phone and the voice-mail ends./*

[settingsummer]

[Text from reti] please.. please come home.. [Text] he left something for you. I don't know what it is.. [Text] I have something for you as well.. I just [Text] need you here..

No answer.

[assassinsummer]

(ricksmajicknstuff) {Voicemail} Silence, and the slight noise of his quiet breathing. It's obvious he's trying to think of something to say, but as always he struggles. "I-In your hands. O Truth. O Fates. O Death. I humbly entrust m-my daughter. Be she alive, deliver her back to me. If not, l-let her find eternal rest. The old order has passed away, welcome her into paradise. Where there will be no sorrow, no weeping or pain, but fullness of peace and joy. "

... No answer.

[tempus-fractura]

She'll make it...

“I know.”

[assassinsummer]

(ricksmajicknstuff) "Please. Please don't be dead. I-I can't-I can't lose you too. I-I-" He sobs audibly and then he tries to muffle it. Composing himself. "Please answer me." click

No answer.

[assassinsummer]

(ricksmajicknstuff) "S-summer..........I........." He goes quiet and just his ragged breath is heard "I love you." click

No answer.

[tempus-fractura]

What if Summer really needs your help, but is too far gone to ask for it? I know it's different, but when you needed help but couldn't ask for it she helped you. Sometimes it's not an intrusion. Sometimes it's really just giving when a person thinks they don't deserve to take.

“Even if she was terribly compromised, all she has to do is push a button to get home. No, she is choosing her path, I feel it, and what I can do is support her without intruding.”

[assassinsummer]

Eleven Months Gone

mordecai, i’m tired, are you safe?

…

and these bodies seem heavier than they always have, be strong mordecai, but they aren’t nearly as heavy as my heart, well isn’t that fucking poetic, my heart can’t be dragged by its feet or arms to a hiding place, and my god, does my heart want to hide, are you safe?

…

it’s been eleven months but when i think of how things used to be it seems like a dream, be strong mordecai, i can barely remember my constellations now, being weightless, or the buoyancy of your water, the feel of it on my skin, the smell of your clothes, like a nice hotel, a nice hotel, not pine sol but wood and clean, i feel like i’ll never be clean again, like you could put me in the tub for days and there are stains on me that will not come off, i want to be in the water where we saw our own scars for the first time through someone else’s eyes, are you safe?

…

he’s dead, brother

…

help me

…

they have code words for me now and you would laugh to hear them, the black devil, the siren, artemis, they’re not terribly clever in these dimensions, i can pin them easy, bottlenecked, trapped in an alley or a closet or a basement or an office or a kitchen or a park, they have learned that even if they are in an open field, if i am looking at them, they are trapped, they are done, are you safe?

…

because i could not face it, not the truth, but my truths seem so meaningless now, my individuality, who i am, who am i, who am i mordecai? i see your face at strange moments. i see you laugh. was i funny? i see you cry. was i loving? i see you nod at the things i say and do. was i smart? i see you hiding behind me. was i courageous? i see you looking at me with gratitude. was I loyal? are you safe?

…

i’ve seen you look at me with sadness. was i cruel? are you safe?

…

your water, be strong, i do not have crabs for the record, are you safe?

…

this bracelet, my god, sometimes my hand hovers over it, it trembles and i weep, be strong mordecai, i am afraid of what will happen if i press it, i am afraid i am so contaminated that your chamber would eat me alive, i am afraid of your eyes looking at me, but most of all i’m afraid that it is just a pretty bracelet now and nothing more, but are you safe? are you safe? are you safe?

…

to me safe is the most beautiful word in the world, an untouchable word, high in a cloud where i can see but never touch, right next to home, are you home? are you safe?

…

are you home?

…

are you home for me?

…

or the sound of you saying “rest” in a way that makes it actually seem possible for someone like me, are you safe?

…

home?

…

be strong, brothermine

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and i’ll be strong for you

…

i have failed at everything

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but god i hope i have not failed at being your sister

…

@tempus-fractura, art by AskRick

[assassinsummer]

[Old voicemail] “Summer... this is your THIRD solo mission, why is your tracker telling me that you’re in a Defrombulus prison? I’m coming to get you, but you’re better than this. And if I find out you got taken out by a trip wire AGAIN, no more solo missions for the rest of the month. But... ugh... sit tight, sweetheart. I’m coming. But in the meantime, start brainstorming and coming up with all of those cute little excuses that aren’t going to work on me so you may as well not even try it.”

[assassinsummer]

[Old voice-mail on summers phone]"Hey baby girl. I got caught up on this hit, guy won't give me the info I'm asking for, so torture is on the plate. I'll be home a little late, so I can either make you dinner when I get home or you can make something for yourself." *|man screaming in the background|* "let me know sweetheart, I can always pick something up on my way home. Love you. Be there in a few hours." *|he smooches the phone and the voice-mail ends./*

[settingsummer]

Summer. You're probably dead. I'm not sure. But. I want you to know. This is it for me. Im not gone, and I'm not going, but /I'm gone/. If you get this, if you hear this; just know it was nice knowing you. But. You shouldn't come near me, don't contact me, don't think about any of it. I'm going to bring back Morty, and I'm going to kill Ryker, and once it's all done I'll be off with it. In the meantime, take care of yourself.

No answer.

[settingsummer]

[Text from reti] please.. please come home.. [Text] he left something for you. I don't know what it is.. [Text] I have something for you as well.. I just [Text] need you here..

No answer.

[megalomaniac-rick-sanchez-deact]

The day they met. She put an arrow through his heart.

@assassinsummerisgone

[assassinsummer]

“Meg...”