PRINCE.

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                                a heart’s a                               heavy burden

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Give my muse unwanted advice!

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The very mention of the ocean pushes everything else from his mind. No deserts, no lost memories - nothing. It’s hard to compete with a man’s first love.

[ TEXT ] !!!!!!!!!!!!!! really?? [ TEXT ] i am a sailor, you know. [ TEXT ] we should go sailing! i’ll find a boat. somehow. [ TEXT ] i haven’t been on the water in aaaaaages. it’s been way too long.

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TO: Sinbad. FROM: Dirk.

[ TEXT ] Yeah. [ TEXT ] I’ve never actually gone sailing or anything like that. [ TEXT ] I was just sort of surrounded by water when I was growing up. [ TEXT ] So I like swimming a lot, too. [ TEXT ] But we could do that. [ TEXT ] Some adventure sounds pretty sick, really.

[cityinthesea]

i still smell you, distance aside still smell the rain, distance aside all the water that had kept me alive i will miss you, distance aside

I was listening to this song and made this to go along with it

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       It catches the redhead off guard and for a moment, he has to wonder if he even heard it right. The reaction that comes out of him is delayed too, or maybe it’s just hesitation. Maybe Lavi is just scared to look at Dirk after such question, even though he shouldn’t be– there was no reason to. He doesn’t know what prompted Dirk to ask such thing, doesn’t understand what he says shortly after. It leaves the Bookman confused, and when he finally turns to look at the blonde, there is a strange feeling of relief when he notices Dirk wasn’t looking at him.

       Maybe it’s because he can hesitate, maybe it’s because he was so unused to those kind of things that he worried his body would act in ways that weren’t appropriate for the occasion. 

       Yet, regardless, Lavi doesn’t know how to answer. Doesn’t at all know why Dirk would ask and say such thing.

       ❝ Wha– Of course I do! What are you talkin’ about, Dirkky…? ❞ Out of all the knowledge Lavi has, both from his job as the Bookman apprentice and simply from his hobby to learn new things, relationships and how to deal with them ( and the obstacles that could show up in their way ) was never something Lavi knew much about, if at all. He doesn’t have much idea how to work with them, or how to behave in them, but not once he regretted being with Dirk. ❝ Did I.. ❞ And truthfully, when it came to him, Lavi had become way too soft, way too weak, in a way. ❝ Did I do somethin’ to make ya think that? ❞

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The response doesn’t necessarily surprise you, but it also doesn’t ease you as it probably would’ve before all of this. It’s been too long, honestly, and you aren’t even sure whether you should be doing this. It wasn’t fair to him, was it? You don’t think so. But there are a lot of things that you think that apparently aren’t right, as you’ve learned. You need to try. More, harder, rely on others.

Be selfish sometimes.

“I..” you don’t even know how to phrase this without feeling like it’s going to sound wrong, come out entirely opposite the way you want it to. Your hands lift again, the palms of your hands pressing to your eyes as they squeeze shut. Perfect time to get a headache. Not that you hadn’t had one prior, but now it was absolute pounding.

Just what you needed. “I don’t know,” it very nearly sounds desperate as much as you try to keep your voice even, a solid inhale before you sigh as steadily as you can manage. “It’s just hard to tell sometimes. When we don’t talk for days,” a very, very hesitant pause, “when you fawn over pretty much every girl that talks to you. It’s.. I don’t know,” you don’t even know where you’re going with this anymore, the words are coming out despite your brain telling you to stop, telling you to shut up, “Just go. Never mind. Don’t worry about it.”

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you got two black eyes from lovin’ too hard // i’ve learned love is like a brick: you can build a house or sink a dead body // the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell right to the top; don’t look back // well i don’t show off, don’t criticize; i’m just livin’ by my own feelings // if you only knew how hard it is to handle, how bad I want this scandal // there’s never air to breathe, there’s never in-betweens; these nightmares always hang on past the dream // i’ll be the watcher of the eternal flame, i’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams // rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun; early to bed, and you’ll miss all the fun // i am so scared of what will kill me in the end for I am not prepared // those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me; i wish i could believe you’d never wrong me // you can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong, but simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to god // i feel i’ve come to realize how fast life can be compromised // the child without a name grew up to be the hand to watch you, to shield you or kill on demand // if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch, make it a good one // dream of anything, i’ll make it all come true // if you had thrown yourself down into the lion’s den, my brother, i’d follow you in // ‘cause the world might do me in; it’s alright ‘cause i’m with friends // fifty words for murder, and i’m every one of them // rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor, sinking like a siren that can’t swim anymore // i’m a flower in your hair // you ever look up and just think you the only one, you gotta set yourself aside from the phony ones // i’ve closed enough windows to know you can never look back // a backless dress and some beat up sneaks, my discotheque juliet teenage dream // they won’t catch us in the dark, roll like thunder, burn like stars // all that hate is gonna burn you up; it keeps me warm at night // i don’t want to be the one the battles always choose // and i can’t stop ‘til the whole world knows my name // fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time // it’s hard to say that i’d rather stay awake when i’m asleep // call me crazy, i was born to make a mess // take these broken wings and learn to fly // if there’s a bump in the road yeah you fix it, but for me i’ll just run off the road // everything that kills me makes me feel alive // whatever happens, do the dance, do the dance // jumping up and down the floor, my head is an animal // spent my whole damn life trying to get things right // this is gospel for the vagabonds, ne'er-do-wells, and insufferable bastards // you’re part of a machine, you are not a human being // the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care, right?

TAGGING: anyone that wants to do this!

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       This isn’t exactly something Lavi is good at; he’s at a loss of what to do or say or even if he should be there at all. He doesn’t think he can be much of help, but the very idea of actually leaving leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He was good at cheering people up– or that’s what he wanted to believe. He was good at being reckless and careless and generally someone who brought a smile to people’s face, whether because Lavi was a genuinely funny person or just because he was stupid enough that people laughed at him– but still laughed, nonetheless.

       There is a considerably long pause before the redhead speaks again. ❝ Is it fine if I stay for a while, though? I can just, dunno, read or somethin’. ❞

       He fidgets a bit on the bed and it’s clear that the Junior is somewhat uncomfortable with the whole thing; uncomfortable and unsure of what to do or say, but there were attempts. Maybe selfish ones, but it would be better than stay quiet. ❝ I won’t bother ya or anything, but I figured some company would be nice, y’know. ❞ I missed you too, he wants to complement, but is too embarrassed too. ❝ Unless you’d rather be alone? I can come back tomorrow. ❞

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He asks to stay and there’s a denial on the very tip of your tongue that you bite back-- that wouldn’t be fair. You know you aren’t being fair. To yourself, or to him. Fingers flex for a second before you find some strength to move your arm away from your eyes, blinking tiredly up at the dark ceiling above you. It really was nearly pitch black in here, wasn’t it? “You aren’t bothering me,” you say, hesitantly, “you could never bother me. I’m glad you thought to stop by. Thanks.”

It’s not all lies, at least. You don’t like lying, you make a point not to, but these were your own issues. The fact that they were centered around Lavi-- it shouldn’t matter. You should be able to handle it yourself. Right?

... Right?

“I do have something to ask you,” no, you weren’t right, your way of thinking wasn’t right, you knew that from the beginning. You need to rely on others. It’s okay to ask for reassurance. It’s okay to be angry with reason. But it’s not anger. It’s annoyance, it’s jealousy, it’s inadequacy. It feels like what happened before, but worse. “Do you,” another hesitant pause, eyes focused intently on the ceiling still,

“Do you even still wanna be with me?” It comes out harsher than you intend it to-- the wording could’ve been better but it hurts, “’Cause I gotta say, it doesn’t really feel like it anymore.”

[djinnbad-blog]

[ TEXT ] it’s funny. i think i went back to where i came from. [ TEXT ] i didn’t remember any of this until i got back here, though.

Curious, yes. Not something he wants to dwell on at present, however.

[ TEXT ] i’ve been pretty great, though! i traveled a lot more when i went back. [ TEXT ] have you ever seen a desert? [ TEXT ] also how have you been? have you been here this whole time?

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TO: Sinbad. FROM: Dirk.

[ TEXT ] Oh yeah? [ TEXT ] I heard that you don’t carry memories from this place if you happen to go back to your own world, so that makes sense.

It wasn’t something you liked to think about.

[ TEXT ] I haven’t. [ TEXT ] Seems too dry for me. I sort of like the ocean more. [ TEXT ] Not bad, though.  [ TEXT ] I’ve been here this whole time, yeah. [ TEXT ] I’ve actually been in the city for almost a year now, I think?

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       All things considered, for the job and position he has as the Bookman Junior and all of that, for how silly and straight up dumb Lavi could be, he was still an observant person– most of the time. There were things he was good at picking up ( body movements, mannerisms, things like that, things that mattered as an apprentice ), things he wasn’t in the slightest ( feelings, anything that wasn’t necessary for his training ), and he’s good at noticing that Dirk is acting slightly weird. 

       He would have asked, sure, but before words even leave his mouth, the question had already been answered, in a way. Any bags the redhead had in hands were left on the floor, and all the cheerfulness that once took care of his entire being was replaced with worry. 

       ❝ Eh? Yer not feelin’ good? Are you sick? ❞ Whatever minimal space he could find on the bed next to Dirk, Lavi settles down there. There’s obvious concern in his voice, much quieter and gentler than it had been previously. ❝ Is there anythin’ I can get ya? ❞

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You wait and you wait, it feels like all you ever do, until you hear some movement by the door. The rustling is what you assume to be him putting down the bags in his hands, and you hear the door creak gently and swing almost all the way shut. Really should try to fix that creaking one day, when you actually remembered it did that.

“I don’t think I’m sick,” you answer, tensing briefly when the bed sinks down beneath his added weight as he sits next to you. Your eyebrows furrow behind your arm too, orange eyes squeeze shut even despite the already complete darkness the shield of your arm provides you. This was the worst. You are the worst. Seriously.

This is absolute shit. “No, you don’t have to worry about it,” it’s mumbled, quieter than before considering how close he is now, “Thanks for stopping by, though. Sorry I’m not feelin’ up to much right now.” Or at all, lately. 

You really are the worst.

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[ TEXT ] hey

[ TEXT ] miss me?

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TO: Sinbad. FROM: Dirk.

[ TEXT ] There are a few ways I could answer that. [ TEXT ] We’ll settle for ‘yeah’.

Smooth.

[ TEXT ] You’ve been gone a while. [ TEXT ] How’ve you been?

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       ❝ Ooooooooooooi, Dirkky! ❞ He doesn’t knock as much as doesn’t really call or text. Does that mean he would have to walk around to find out where Dirk could possibly be? Yes, but at times, Lavi likes to surprise him with an unaccounted visit. His apartment wasn’t really his first choice, but when one of Dirk’s roommates confirms he was in his room, Lavi tries not to be too loud when he enters the room.

       ❝ Yer sleepin’? ❞ That was more of a joke than an actual question ( dirk barely sleeps, he remembers ). ❝ C’mon, it’s time to wake up! Hope ya don’t mind me comin’ uninvited. ❞ Even though he was sure he would always be invited over. ❝ I have been starvin’ all day, so I decided to buy some warm stuff and share with ya! I feel like we haven’t talked in so long. What’s up with that, right? ❞ 

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It’s not that you were sleeping, no. You’d just sort of.. well, lacked the energy it would’ve taken for you to get yourself out of bed. Not that it was anything new, but you hadn’t felt this awful in quite a while. It was more draining than you really remember, and the arm draped over your eyes keeps out any light that could possibly filter into the darkness of your room. 

And, of course, you’d heard him coming from a mile away.

Lavi is definitely not the quietest person on the face of the planet, but you hardly think the yelling is necessary. You hear the door open and his voice quiets down when he steps inside, thankfully, but.. you still don’t feel like moving. The offer sounds tempting, sure, but the words that follow and even the question are almost infuriating.

“I don’t mind,” it’s flat, monotonous as usual, but you don’t pull your arm from over your eyes. You don’t.. want to look at him. Your eyes always betrayed you, and you really didn’t want to talk about it. “.. I’m not feeling all that great. You’re welcome to stay, if you want to, though,” the offer is there, at least, despite lacking any feeling behind it.

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“Hyuup!” I dk.. a battle situation? maybe on instinct?? or maybe he got hurt shrugs

“Seriously, I’m fine,” there’s insistence in your normally flat tone and even you can hear it; there’s no way that’s going to be convincing whatsoever. And the look the older man levels you with says more than well enough that he doesn’t believe you in the slightest.

There’s a pause on your behalf and you look down; you’d already run out of flight time, so that was out of the question too. Ugh.

Your arms lift in defeat and you bite back the hiss of pain that shoots up your leg when Oz lifts you-- “Really, bridal style?” It’s obviously the easiest way, one that puts less strain on the both of you and your leg, but God, “This sucks.”

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“Hyuup!”

And there you go, yet again, your feet leaving the ground entirely without your permission. What is with people and invading your personal space lately? To pick you up, of all things. Maybe this was the final sign you needed to recognize the fact that you needed to start eating properly.

If a girl almost a foot shorter than you can pick you up with literally no issue-- well, something here was clearly wrong.

“...” you aren’t even sure what to say here. “Do me a favor,” you say, finally, “and put me down.”

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“Hyuup!”

At some point, you aren’t sure when that specific point is despite your knack for remembering most things, you end up-- well. This wasn’t something you’d expected, today or tomorrow or any fucking day at all.

“Uh,” it’s a short sound, entirely awkward, lanky legs folded over one of your bosses arms. What-- why? What? “So,” a pause, “any particular reason you saw the need to pick me up?”

Another pause.

“Especially like this?” Sort of embarrassing.

[thelylacdaggermemes]

Send “Hyuup!” for my muse‘s reaction to being picked up bridal style by yours.