ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɢᴏʟᴅ ʀᴇɪɢɴ.

“Please.” That was all I needed to say for me to feel justified in continuing to plunge into that ever-welcoming cesspool of whatever was nagging me. Everything had just been so horribly overwhelming. So much shit to happen in such a small amount of time. Of course it happens to me. Always did. Patterns always remaining. Always fucking with me. At least Monomane was a big part of these patterns. She was there when needed. Always. I just didn’t reach out enough. It was an easy fix, but of course it wasn’t. Never was.

Petite arms encircle his waist, a soft kiss to his shoulder giving him silent reassurance. She had missed him well enough, yet her understanding of his melancholy was conveyed through quiet actions. His words did little to deter the mimic.

❝I would sleep beside you, then. So you would not get nightmares.

Do you need to sleep now?❞

“Just. Time to relax. With you.” Deflation. Everything felt limp. “Sleep would be nice.”

It seemed there were things he was hiding, though the mimic wouldn’t pry into affairs that were too far for her reach. However curious she was, she was sure Xan would tell her in due time. Either way, the imitator was simply happy he was there once again. His warmth, his scent– - they were all things she’d missed so terribly.

❝… Has it calmed down a little? Are you resting?❞

I just kept close to her; gently brushed her forehead and exhaled. Deflating. “About as calm as it’ll get until I find out how to fall asleep for about a year.” New record set for regretting something I said. Holy shit. “But--I...dammit. Shouldn’t have said that. I worry you enough as is.”

❝Wait here a moment, then.❞

With eager movements, the mimic rose to grab the desired blanket before returning to his side. Nestling down next to the boy, plugging the blanket and turning it on to a comfortable temperature, she breathed in contentment while resting her head against his shoulder.

❝It has been a while since you came to visit. Has work been busy?❞

I snuggle up to her without hesitation, hoping I didn’t get myself in too deep with this whole warmth thing. Worth it either way, I guess. “...Just been, uh--going through rough shit is all. Should’ve told you more.”

...So how’s everybody doin tonight.

#ooc;tbd

❝Shall I get us a blanket? There is one in the cabinet, it is a heated one.❞

“That’d be great. Two heat sources.”

❝This is much better, I am alright with this.❞

“Good.” Another peck. “...’S fucking cold out.”

❝S-Stop that– -!❞

A gentle swat of her hand, softly slapping his hand from poking her face once again.

“Alright, I’ll stop embarrassing you.” Cue a quick little peck. Less embarrassing, right?

❝E-Embarrassing!❞

Pokes again.

CONTINUED FROM HERE

“You’re cute.” Yep. That’s my only reason.

“...I exist. Cool, huh.”

#ic;

┠ ▏▔🌟▔▕ ┫

Her voice was cut off, silenced by his hand against her cheek, followed by his lips upon her own. Overdue seemed like an understatement, a rush of heat to her heart as her hands grip his arms. The mimic hardly would have cared had she died of oxygen deprivation had it meant that she could remain as close to him as possible. A heavy exhale upon release, ivory tones heavily flushed before a hand raises to cover her mouth with a diverted gaze.

❝… F-Fine… J-Just fine… T-Though I am… Much better now.❞

“Same.” A very poetic response, I know. I couldn’t really think of much else to do; I grabbed her hand instead of thinking. It felt nice. Yet another little piece of happiness I’d forgotten about. “Haven’t really been talking with that many people.”

themaryiestsuetoeversue

“Boredom sounds a whole lot better than what I’ve been up to.” More terrorism, a demon, ghosts, friends being hospitalized, PTSD issues returning with a vengeance…

It’s been a rough time.

“Did you catch anything new?”

#thread;#themaryiestsuetoeversue #rip in peace poppy

“I think you saw my Lileep.” Pause. “That’s about it.”

themaryiestsuetoeversue

“It’s not just youuuu. I haven’t seen a LOT of friends in a while, so, um…” So yeah, gonna grab whoever comes back again and never let go.

#thread;#themaryiestsuetoeversue

“I’m in the same boat, though.” ...Lots of hugs. Maybe a kiss to the cheek. Probably. “Barely been able to escape boredom these days.”

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themaryiestsuetoeversue

Pouuuuut. “Gosh, I missed you, you know. YOU’RE NEVER AROUND, GEEZ.” First Colm and then Xan. All her friends are abandoning her, it seems.

#thread;#themaryiestsuetoeversue

“You can just call me, you know.” As could I with her, but hypocrisies weren’t the concern. The concern was my absolute lack of enjoyable human contact in the past forever.

┠ ▏▔🌟▔▕ ┫

The mimic giggles, lighthearted and earnest. Feelings that hadn’t fallen to the wayside bubble and stain cheeks with crimson. Her dearest person had come to her side.

❝I have missed you terribly, also, Xan.❞

“I--kinda figured.” And hoped, but that’s another issue. After taking a few breaths to calm myself, I brushed her cheek with my finger and went in for an infuriatingly overdue kiss. It’s funny; I’d almost forgotten what heaven felt like until she reminded me. I might have taken a little too long in that particular kiss, but I pulled off once I realized how long I was taking. “How’ve you been?”