#arc: misc

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string theory by @foxmulders

or seven times dana scully wore fox mulder’s clothes. 

on monday she hangs his jacket on the coat rack. if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. he brushes his fingers against her elbow. she skirts under his arm to reach a file. they are confined to tight revolving orbits and her collar itches with the phantom weight of his wool coat. it is syndonic motion; they destruct and collide.

this is the construction of solar systems and of stars.

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belphegor’s prime by prufrock’s love

When someone wrote Time Travel for Dummies, the guidebook should include a chapter titled “Love as a Form of Self-flagellation.” Or “She’s Your Touchstone, You’re a Stranger.”

He heard a catch in her voice when she said, “Agent Mulder-”

“I’m gonna go. I’m not okay, Scully, and I don’t need to be here. I told myself I wouldn’t-” He stepped away from the counter. “The Robert Modell act, upsetting you, this verbal cat-and-mouse… That’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?”

He wanted her assurance she didn’t blame him for the death of more than a billion people. That everything he’d done to ensure humanity’s survival, his family’s survival, had been worthwhile. He wanted to be the man she believed he was. Instead of telling her those things, he inhaled, stepped forward and said, “I think, since about next Thursday, I’ve only ever wanted you.”

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ever since, ever since, ever since by shinyhappyfitsofrage

she searches for a word to describe the way he loves her and the only one that fits is 'relentlessly'. (or: scully realizes nine times over that mulder may in fact love her)

When she finally gets back to her apartment, after Max, after the plane crash, after the bodies, she takes out the key chain and places it on her kitchen table. Mulder’s lie about it being a haphazard gift was never going to stick. She wonders at one point did pretending it wasn’t the fourth year become unbearable for him. Did buying her a birthday gift for the first and last time kill him? Does he know it’s going to kill her?

An epic tragedy, in three-fourths time.

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never enough by august 

but oh, these little earthquakes / doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

Mulder tried to absolve her, the egomaniac who thinks he can do the work even God doesn’t want. 

She goes to church, hoping to find it was all about God and the Devil and noting about Scully and Pfaster. She has an unspoken fear that the only thing working that day in Scully was Scully. 

These windows with carefully coloured glass do not help. The light still refracts through, just disguised in beautifully variant shades.