Nov 21, 2019
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Midnight Messages
New RP with @fluidityandgiggles or @jelliedgigglejuice !! This is a soulmate au this time, focused on Logicality with backed up Prinxiety, Remile, Thomas x Jon, and Nate x Brian! Basically based off Kylo’s story, where at midnight you get a text which is something your soulmate said the day before (Unless you count midnight in the same day in which it would’ve been something your soulmate had said that day). Anyway! Enjoy!! ^-^
“I fell out of a tree… am I an acorn?” The text on Logan’s phone read. He almost gave in to the urge of facepalming and smiling at the same time at his soulmate’s word. He was also almost tempted to respond with “You could also be a coconut or durian” but he knew better.
It was currently midnight, and with all activities done for, he decided to finally rest. Admittingly, that text was the last on his list and now, with exhaustion clouding his mind, he turned off his phone and rested for the night.
Midnight Revelations Ch. 6
She spends the rest of that day and the following one in the medical ward.
It is nice, almost.
Angela runs many tests, drawing blood and checking her lungs and a hundred other things, but that is not of import. Needles cannot hold any fear for her, so the tests are simply a thing to be done quickly and efficiently.
The uncomfortable part is Angela, though she is in some way also a great comfort. It has been a long time since she was able to hold a simple conversation with someone without watching every word and taking care not to let herself slip. Her conversations with Lena have been almost entirely over text. It is nice to be able to just talk to a person as though she is human too.
But she can feel an undercurrent of… something, beneath it. The way Angela looks at her. It’s some strange combination of shock, joy, and, just maybe, guilt.
She finally addresses it on the morning of her second day in the medical wing, while Angela is taking her blood pressure.
“What happened?” she asks. “What happened after Gérard was found and I disappeared? Angela, you look at me like you don’t know who you are seeing. Why?”
And you look so guilty, she thinks to herself.
The doctors hands keep going through the motions, finishing up reading her blood pressure, her mind far in the past.
At last, once she has set the cuff and manometer aside, she looks up and meets Amélie’s gaze.
“What happened?” Angela says. “You want to know the truth?”
Her gaze falls to the floor, and her voice is soft.
“I failed you. That’s what happened.”
Amélie looks at her, not understanding what the doctor means. She tells her so.
Angela keeps her eyes down. “When they found you after all that time, they obviously wanted to have you examined. A physical and psychological evaluation. Who do you think they had review your condition?”
Realization dawns. “You.”
Angela nods. “Me,” she says simply. “And I couldn’t find anything wrong. Not one thing. You could barely remember what had happened, and I had no reason to keep you under observation for more than a few days, so Gérard took you home. And then he was dead and you were missing. And I knew it had to have been my fault.”
Angela is still talking to the floor, as though she can’t bear to meet the gaze of the woman who, in her mind at least, she doomed.
“I didn’t find out just how horrible my mistake was until a few months ago, when Ana and 76 arrived. Before that, no one had made the link between the presumed dead Amélie Lacroix and Talon’s new sniper. And then she told us about what you had become, and I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that the woman I knew, my friend, could be capable of such things. And as it turns out, I was right. You weren’t capable, but the creature they created was. But what you became, what they made you, is my fault. I should have seen it, should have stopped it. And now, it’s too late.”
There are tears leaking down Angela’s pale face, the story of her failing finally on display to the woman she failed. Angela starts to turn, to put distance between the two of them, when Amélie’s blue arms wrap around her and pull her close.
“You cannot blame yourself Angela. I won’t let you. The past is done, and there is nothing you can do to change it. You did everything you could then, and it is only with hindsight that you could know any better.” Amélie hugs her tighter. “It’s ok.”
Angela responds in kind.
Nine years later, and their tears can finally be shed.
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Midnight Revelations Ch. 2
Hey guys! Here’s chapter 2, as promised. I’m trying out something new this time, putting texting in as screenshots. The way I’ve had it has been... completely and utterly terrible, so I’m giving this a shot. Let me know if it works out better!
Anyways, back to the story. Enjoy!
Stopping in front of her “room,” Mccree keys in the passcode and swipes a keycard through the slot before opening the door and gesturing for her to enter. Once they are inside, she turns around and feels Mccree’s hands go to her wrists, where he swiftly undoes her handcuffs.
“Merci,” she says quietly, rubbing her wrists, grateful for the relief.
“Don’t mention it,” the cowboy replies. “Least I can do.”
Mccree heads for the exit, but stops in the doorway and half turns his head so he can look at her out of the corner of his eye.
“You alright?” he asks. “They asked some pretty heavy questions this time ‘round.”
Amélie nods. “I will be fine. It’s only questions. They cannot match…”
‘Talon’
She lets the thought go unsaid, but Mccree seems to understand and gives a small nod. Taking the last few paces out the door, he relocks it and leaves her in her isolation.
That isolation lasts exactly one minute and twenty-eight seconds, and Amélie counts every single one of them. After that moment she judges it safe and moves over to her bed, removing a phone from beneath her pillow and sitting on her bunk with it cradled in her hands.
Her fingers move through the simple motions of unlocking the device and accessing the messaging program with almost trivial ease, habit forming unbreakable muscle memory over hours and hours of repetition. When she has opened the window she quickly keys in a brief message, waiting eagerly for the opposite party to receive and reply. She isn’t kept waiting long.
The conversation takes a turn away from the darker areas of the past, and Amélie is only too happy to keep talking to the cheerful girl housed somewhere else in the very same building, allowing Lena’s demeanor to cross the link connecting their phones and seep into her own mind. For the first time that day she feels at ease, and the hours fly by as the two continue to speak, happy that they no longer have to worry about the constant threat of Talon over Amélie’s shoulder.
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Turns out picking at sunburn prematurely causes a weird sorta fluid to appear under it (I’m assuming it’s lymph or some healing thing but it doesn’t taste nice)
k so im doing the sleep right now (and will be for a few more hours, schedule messages my bestie) but I just wanted you guys to know that I really like talking to yall and youre all so nice and welcoming and I'm so happy I made the decision to join this site and communicate with yall bcos I feel like the people here care more about me than anyone irl and it makes me overwhelmingly happy that I get the pleasure of interacting with all of you and it means so much to me that you guys give two craps about me and my dumb as problems and I dont have the words right now but I platonically love all of you (except lucky/lh) and I'd do anything for yall if I could (now that im thinking about lucky, can someone just double check that drae is asleep? I'm out cold but i dunno about fae) and i'd certainly kidnap all of you people with snow and bring you here to avoid the cold. we will do the stargazing with butterfly anon and eat warm raspberry chocolate cookies and laugh with each other until the sun comes up and then yall can have fairy bread and bling water and happy times where nothing is wrong (except me)
anyways. its just hit quarte to 12 for me and I WILL get to sleep before then so bye for now ig? gods im so tired goodnight
Midnight Extras
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14404755/chapters/33266472
A collection of extra pieces and snippets directly relating to the story Midnight Messages.
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Yaoi makes me happy. It gives me a sense of security that someday, SOMEDAY, My happy ending will arrive. And I'll be happy with my partner. Yaoi gives me hope. Hope that I won't be alone in the future. I'm sorry for everyone who I keep on talking yaoi to. I'm just jealous of yaoi. They're perfect and they have happy endings. I wish life is like that. But it isn't. So this is my only message. I'm truly sorry if I sound obsessed with yaoi that I sound incredibly disgusting. It's my only way of coping with reality and it gives me hope that I someday, will find someone who will love me for who I am.