#callmerxd

[twilight-turk]

callmerxd replied to your post: “Oh—right. Now I remember.”

Does this mean I’M the good looking twin now?

“As if you weren’t always the good looking twin.”

[twilight-turk]

The text message count has grown high. None have been read yet - or rather, that was how it appeared to be. Maybe they wouldn’t send anymore.

Maybe whatever had allowed his adopted twin to visit him wasn’t letting him through. Maybe the signal was bad. Maybe the cell phone was broken.

A hand wipes at irritated eyes, rubbing tears away from his cheeks, before he stares dully at the sea of sent messages.

[Txt: March 12′th ] Guess what?! [Txt: March 12′th] I got hired at a bar! The boss seems kind of nice, gives me decent hours, the pay ain’t great, but its better than killing wasp nests. Let me know whats going on over there when ya can! Take care!

[Txt: March 17′th] First day of work went great! Well. Okay, I guess. I served my first drink, and the boss says I didn’t screw up, so thats a win in my book! Town narcissist Setzer came in, talked about himself, bored the bar to death, he got kicked out for being bad for business. I laughed so hard. Anyways - I still haven’t heard from you, so I hope you’re doing okay! [Txt: March 25′th] Uh...still haven’t heard from you. You alright? Shinra keeping you busy? Or maybe you lost your phone? It spent two months in my couch when you lived here, so I wouldn’t rule that out just yet. I’ll try again in a week or so - maybe you’ll have found it by then. [Txt: April 1′st]  Remind me to slip hair dye in your shampoo when you get home, cause we’re missing April fools this year. =( [Txt: April 7′th]  Testing! Anyone home? [Txt: April 9′th]  Reno? [Txt: April 10′th] Bro? [Txt: April 26′th]  Guess you still haven’t found it yet. [Txt: June 3′st] Been working at the bar for a solid three months now. Things are alright. Checked my house a third time, your phone ain’t here. [Txt: June 3′st] I know you’ll message back one day, cause you’re still alive. [Txt: June 3′st] .... [Txt: June 3′st] Right? [Txt: July 27′th] Summer’s here. I wanted to take you to the beach like last year, bought some fireworks in the case that you’d make it. [Txt: July 27′th] Wishful thinking, I guess.

[Txt: September 13′th] Its my birthday today. Bar Owner threw a miniature party for me, and got me a cake. Chocolate mint. My favorite. Told me to make a wish, and I said I’d do it as a joke, and then we ate it. [Txt: September 13′th] I did make a wish, you know. [Txt: September 13′th]  I know that if you say it, it won’t come true, but. [Txt: September 13′th] I said it then. I’ll say it again. [Txt: September 13′th]   I wish for my brother back. [Txt: December 25′th] Merry Christmas. [Txt: January 1st] Happy new year. [Txt; March 03′d]  Starting to think you lost your phone after all. [Txt: March 03′d] Or replaced it. [Txt: March 03′d] Or died. [Txt: March 04′th]  Or maybe you’re just sick of me. [Txt: March 04′th] I’d be sick of me too by now. Still not sure how you put up with me as long as you did, when I was such a sniveling little kid.  [Txt: March 05′th]  I hope you’re not alone. That cueball’s still with ya, watching your back. That you’re safe. Alive. Breathing. [Txt: March 05′th]  Fuck, I don’t even care if you never come back. [Txt: March 05′th] I just want you to be out there somewhere. Alive. [Txt: March 30′th] Still not sure if you’re alive or dead, but if its the latter, I came thisclose to seeing ya. Some blond fuck nearly killed me, using a bunch of ice and a whole lot of magic. He came so close to doing it. [Txt: March 30′th]  I almost wish he had. [Txt: March 30′th] Its a shitty thing to say, but its true. [Txt: March 30′th] At the time, I wanted to live. But looking back... [Txt: March 30′th] God.  [Txt: March 30′th] I’m so fucking tired, [Txt: March 30′th] i’m so tired of being alone and miserable. [Txt: March 30′th] ... [Txt: March 30′th] I think its time to give up on this. [Txt: March 30′th] I’m not messaging you anymore. [Txt: March 30′th]  If you’re alive, and you care. [Txt: March 30′th] You won’t send a message. You’ll just come back. [Txt: March 30′th] If you don’t, well. [Txt: March 30′th]  I guess I shouldn’t have shared my wish.

He turns the cellphone off, and quietly sets it upon the bedside table. The goggles soon follow it, and he turns, before lying down, head resting on the pillow, eyes taking in the sight of the ceiling, before they close.

It was time to try and sleep.

[ivory-paragon]

“Gone.” “Yes Sir, we haven’t heard from him for awhile… I mean, ShinRA isn’t done for, is it? I mean, we all are still here.. standing. You are too.” Elena strained to make light of the situation, adding assurance that fell on deaf ears.

“It doesn’t matter.” Rufus said, lifting from him his study chair. The fountain pen sprawled across many handwritten papers that adorned the surface of his desk in the far corner. The usual pristine filters that he chose to take on suddenly were muddled with frustration; it all was visibly clear from his work station. “A Turk who abandons their post must be dealt with.” Truthfully Rufus never thought he’d have to go this far, Reno seemed to be loyal to the corporation—what has changed?

“Do you wish for us to take care of it?”  “No.” He said curtly from Elena’s inquiry—as loyal as the Turks that remained he knew that they were bonded to one another. They would side with him.  “Reno has always been something of a loose cannon. I cannot afford for the ones that remain to be infected by his lack of …” A deep exhale. Reno, like Tseng, were one of the Turks that essentially grew up with the blond. “.. I will take care of this.”

There was a false smile by the younger Turk, her shoulders sagging from the outcome of this situation. “Sir…” she started, but Rude placed his hand on her shoulder, pressure applying at the tips of his fingers. “.. Right.” She backpedaled on her words, choosing not to voice them. It could have been disastrous.

It still could be.

@callmerxd

[xdualhoundx]

“I know my capabilities, Red. I could make your face match your hair.”

[violentremnant-blog]

“Just shut the fuck up!” //my hand slipped

He wasn’t expecting the Turk to slam him into the back wall, and he definitely wasn’t expecting him to kiss him. But hey, Kadaj wasn’t complaining. After the first initial shock of being slammed roughly into the hard concrete, he started to kiss back. Or tried to anyway. Reno was pretty much taking the lead on this one. 

[violentremnant-blog]

@callmerxd said:  Something about short and tiny people makes nice pets? Dunno, yo. Just wanna see ya in one.

“Mhm. And how long have you had that little fantasy in your head?”

[enduredxdefiance]

@callmerxd continued from x

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