Luck O&#x27; The Irish

Writing letters would be pointless, wouldn't it?

Yes well, for those that still—

…I’m sorry. Not going to finish that statement. Handling frustration is not my strong suit.

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Don't worry about it. I'm not offended or anything. I was just pointing it out, in case someone else is sensitive about that sort of thing.

#tabitha

Hmm, maybe I should go running more.

I haven't felt so good in a while.

Yeah, getting up isn't happening today.

Well, then, I guess you’re winning right now. {She smiled just a little bit to herself. She wasn’t easy to figure out, that much was certain - and she knew it, and she prided herself on this. But his next statement sobered her, and she found that she looked at him for a very long time before shifting in place.} You’re right. We might just not make it. {She knew, though, that she hadn’t inherited that gene from her father. But she wouldn’t dampen the moment further by saying this. Instead, she leaned in towards him, and she took one of his hands into hers, lacing their fingers together.} Well, then, in that case. I’m looking forward to it. {She pressed her mouth to his forehead.} And even if we’re erased from existence… {Lips to his left cheekbone.} - or taken away before twenty-five… {Against the corner of his mouth. Her heart was pounding. She hadn’t done anything like this in a very long time.} At least it would be us going together. {And sickness be damned, she kissed him fully on the mouth.}

#allison #throws my laptop out the window

That was the plan all along, little lion, [he replied with a grin, which slowly faded as the conversation turned more serious.] I signed up for this because I wanted to live past twenty-five. Only after I got here did I realize I might not even make it to twenty-one. [Thoughts like this only made him want to be closer to Allison, to spend every possible second with her, so he could enjoy being with her before one or both of them ceased to exist. He smiled slightly, the expression widening as she kissed his forehead, cheek, and the corner of her mouth.] Just know that you're not leaving without me. [He returned the kiss, completely forgetting about the consequences for her health- hell, even forgetting about the sickness in general. All he felt was her lips on his, and that was enough to soothe him.]

Writing letters would be pointless, wouldn't it?

Only people going one-way has been discovered, and honestly, it hasn’t done us much good it seems.

Well, most of us don't have people to get mail from, with the defect and all.

#tabitha

Yeah, getting up isn't happening today.

I’m thinking you’re just using this as an excuse to lay in bed, O’Malley. {She teased him as she snickered, leaning forward to rest her head on his side as she looked at him.} I didn’t think you were offended. It’s just weird talking about all of that when there’s this gigantic, hovering possibility that we’re never going to see any of it again. {She bit her lower lip.} I .. Well. I’ve never thought of it that way. His power being immortality. Though I suppose it isn’t completely out there. It is a mutation. At the very least, he could have been invulnerable - which ended up backfiring, in a way, and making him immune to the sickness? {It was times like these that she wished she had asked more questions about him.} Oh, will you? Hm, should I tell you I’m looking forward to that or should I just leave you guessing? And it wasn’t blatantly obvious. {Her eyelashes ticked together as she glanced down.} Not to me, anyway.

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Maybe, maybe not. I like laying here with you and I have little energy to get up. [He grinned.] Like I said, you're not easy to figure out, so I don't know. Yeah, you're right. We might not even make it to twenty-five. The future might erase us from existence. [He cast his eyes to the mattress, shrugging at the though.] And the immunity to the genetic fault is also a mutation. Maybe he passed that to you. Maybe you'll live a longer life. [He wondered how that could be possible, and he wondered what her father would think if this idea was proposed to him.] Tell me, just this once. I'd like a little part of you to not leave me completely clueless, [he said with a slight grin and a chuckle.] Well, it is to me.

#allison

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Yeah, getting up isn't happening today.

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Well, sorry. I haven’t been there since we arrived, so my directions aren’t very specific.

It's fine. I'll get up eventually- maybe tomorrow.

#clemmie

Yeah, getting up isn't happening today.

Well, we both know how strong I am. I can always carry you wherever you want to go, if you don’t mind that little loss of dignity. {She leaned back on the pillows next to him and swept all of her hair to the side, dividing it into four strands and weaving them together, quite slowly.} Oh, no. That’s not what I was thinking. I was just teasing you. I was — fortunate enough to stay with my mother and father the whole time. And when my mother died - she almost reached twenty-six, surprisingly - I still had my father. But I don’t think he had… {But that was impossible.} Silly, isn’t it? I don’t think he had a mutation. Maybe that’s why he was still around. {She had never put much thought into it. Not until she had started talking about it.} Yeah, well, that’s not the normal train of thought when it comes to me, so I’m not used to it. And it — didn’t. I know you — weren’t. It’s just — odd to me. {Would it never be? Her cheeks burned as she giggled.} Hopefully.

Thanks, but I can wait it out another day or so in bed. I don't really feel like leaving, anyways.[He shrugged, watching her twist her hair.] Oh, okay. I wasn't offended or anything. Huh, interesting. Genetic mutations are always possible, so I guess it's not completely unlikely he would be powerless. Unless.... unless he was immortal. [His brows furrowed at the thought of it.] Well, I'll be around a lot, so you may get used to it eventually. What's odd? The fact that I find you amazing? It shouldn't be- hell, it's so blatantly obvious. [He grinned.]

#allison

Writing letters would be pointless, wouldn't it?

For my siblings. Don’t even know how it crossed my mind that it would be possible.

Oh, yeah, I don't think that'd work. Sorry to say, but I don't think mail through time travel has been discovered yet.

#tabitha #good! and you?

Writing letters would be pointless, wouldn't it?

Depends. What's it for?

#tabitha #welcome back!

Yeah, getting up isn't happening today.

I’ve built up my immune system. What can I say? What, you can’t even turn the odds in your favour when it comes to sicknesses? {She remembered him mentioning once, off-handedly, that his ability came with consequences, and she wondered if, one day, she would be able to ask about what those were.} Mm, a little bit of sleep. Though the nightmares just — They wouldn’t go away for the longest time. {Too vivid was the imagery of the doll and the dopplegangers. Too much had been inflicted on her. Of course, she was their secret weapon, one of the strongest links; they had to make sure that she stayed that way, that she was able to withstand whatever was thrown at her. When he touched her hand, she automatically responded, and her fingers drifted upward to meet his.} Throwing and tossing bottles, huh. At least they varied it up. {She shrugged, heart pounding.} I dunno. N-No one said you were the majority. {The problems she caused herself when she assumed.} I wouldn’t kill you. Ever. {She would rather self-combust before allowing that to happen.} I can’t understand how you think that way but — {She looked at him.} I’ll .. accept it.