bet you thought you'd seen the last of me !

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
occasionally subtle

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@psychosings
bet you thought you'd seen the last of me !
i've been here so long all you bitches address me as sir daddy
"Bring them back."
[ @failedends ! ]
𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 ?
I, for one, cannot 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 I'm back in the fucking building
You laugh and spin, dancing among fragments of rainbows. The sun melts, dripping bright blue wax over your skin. It’s such a beautiful day and you don’t care anymore that you can’t feel your legs. You dance on the ice, and it shatters. You don’t care. They can have you.
The trifecta
@psychosings: two hands brought to cup monochrome cheeks with a tenderness that has no place making a home within the likes of him. ( pay no mind to the crimson they leave in their wake ! ) ❝ my dear, how long has it been ? ❞
A CERTAIN degree of numbness was bound to manifest when one was engulfed in legions of timelines, a profound impassivity born from exposure to the same strife within a finite community of key players. with utmost delicacy was each branching path traced back to its root cause, and with thinly veiled enmity did the suited entity observe the subsequent discord until the cycle began anew. whether the sequence of events transpired in a museum, spacecraft or an unassuming restaurant, the setting itself was inconsequential and existed as no more than a fresh coat of paint – a shiny new veneer to mask the rot of countless casualties buried in the past. to exist with such stolidity was both a luxury and a burden yet not even he was impervious to the rare virtue of unexpectedness.
the familiar presence drew the suited entity’s attention away from the half-realized environment and shoulders were slow to turn, unblinking stare shedding their apathetic gleam once they finally met their counterpart’s. time trickled to a still, the backdrop of their surroundings gradually melting away into a polychromatic blur. beyond the cracks of a fractured reality was the realm of nullity and while the being had learned to breathe its air of desolation, wilford’s companionship had made it hospitable. they were temporal nomads and anomalies to within the overarching narrative, esteemed guests that selectively make appearances according to their whims. they existed as a pair and to be apart for so long was borderline unnatural; nevertheless, the sentimentalism of their reunion always eclipsed the struggles of their separation.
rarely was the shadows’ commander greeted with such gentle affections, much less those that were not subsequently met with a venomous vernacular and an adamantine grip to the wrist; if nothing else, the crimson hue did well to bring an inkling of life to the entity’s ashen complexion —- ( WAS IT THE CAPTAIN’S ? WAS IT THE ENGINEER’S ? WAS IT THEIRS ? IT DOESN’T MATTER TO HIM. ). despite visceral habit, no protest was uttered in the wake of the gesture and the tenderness was openly received with words shaded in reciprocal fondness. exceptions could be considered for his extramundane companion.
❝ depends on your preferred frame of reference — too long in some regards, not long enough in others. ❞ the entity’s measured timbre rose above all background noise but faintly could one hear the sea of shadows reciting passionate psalms in their native tongue – barely intelligible and stitched together from a variety of discarnate voices; their enthusiasm was for wilford’s ears only. ❝ i was starting to wonder whether we would cross paths again sometime soon or whether we’d simply reunite at the edge of the universe, free from all material distractions. suffice to say, my schedule has always been notoriously lax when it comes to accommodating you and your erratic appearances. ❞
although the tension defining the line of his jaw had yet to dispel completely, searching hands reached forth to fit themselves on either side of the reporter’s waist and pull them both closer in a vain bid to dissuade any imminent disappearance — no mind paid to any fabric wrinkled in the process or the particular eccentricities of the other’s attire. one hand climbed higher along the reporter’s spine towards the hairline, tracing its line in silent reminiscence of the sound it made when it splintered. palid fingers carded through coloured strands with dogged determination to maintain their position as the entity leaned in, cheek brushing against wilford’s and sharing its scarlet stain on his way to the shell of his counterpart’s ear.
at last did the shadows’ cacophonous choir of static and the suited being’s voice harmonize, perfectly layered atop one another with unnatural clarity and shared sentiment.
❝ you needn’t worry, wil. as far as i’m concerned, you’re always precisely on time. ❞
you hug him, tightly. you hide your face in his shirt to block everything out. it's so quiet it makes your ears ring and your eyes burn. you hate it. you don't say anything at all. you ask him to shoot the man crossing the street.
it’s been far, far too long. and wilford warfstache is big enough to admit the blame rests mostly on his shoulders. BUT! in his defense! —— it’s hardly his fault that SOMEONE decided to burn out on writing and let the drafts pile up to the heavens!!! absolutely no consideration for the galaxy’s worth of paperwork that must now be done as a result!!!!
the audacity !!!!!
( but enough about that; back to the matters that actually matter. )
THE sudden grip dutifully clinging to the front of his blouse is unexpected, but not surprising. ( never surprising. ) and most certainly not unwelcome. he returns the embrace without skipping a beat, oh so delighted by the unannounced visit. these moments they share may be worlds apart, but they shine like diamonds against the grey ~ !
but not all is well in paradise. perceptive m an that he is, their dreary mood is caught immediately! my dear, why the long face? we can’t have that — no no no, we simply can’t have that!
——worry not, for you’ve come to the right place! wilford warfstache knows just the thing to cheer them up !!
an M1917 smith & wesson fires once, shattering the artificial peace and quiet blanketing this particular sliver of the universe. the dull thud of an ample weight collapsing to the ground follows suit. the silence mends as quickly as it tore.
THE arm wrapped around them relaxes from its suffocating hold to instead drape behind their shoulders.
❝ now here’s an idea — wadya say we go grab a milkshake?? ❞
@etvidentium.
our meeting is in part two, which is not now! this is part one! turn that butt around and go back!
due to personal reasons I will be cheating death
Gifset for the lovely anon!
an observer.
contrary to poplar belief, you can, indeed, trust wilford ! this is because he does not care enough about you to lie to you.
Please mr markerspliers I just want to hang out with my boy