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[abjecterrora]

✍ FROM ANNIE, YOU KNOW THE GAME.

→ letter meme. / @prayrite

my dear eurydice,

it must be strange to write a letter to someone who will never see it.  i wouldn’t know where you are, anyway.  you must be happy.  i hope that you are because you deserve that, no matter who it’s with.

you’ve been on my mind recently.  there was a conversation about first loves and they asked me...i blanked.  but now?  now i know.  there was a time where we were together and it began to rain heavily.  instead of running, you stood there, laughing.  it was the freest i’d ever seen you.  i don’t know if it was love--it felt deeper than that.  reverence, perhaps.

it has to be foolish to keep thinking that i’d see you again, to think that i could ever have the chance.  you were my person, once, and i needed that.  what i mean is: i want you by my side again.  everything is too quiet without you.  i hope that somehow, somewhere deep inside you, you’d remember me again.  all i can do is hope.

yours eternally,

orpheus

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

@solrites​​ // @prayrite​​ said: “ did you know that people with guilty consciences are more easily startled by loud nois— *blasts airhorn* ” (but like, from amanpal) // (accepting from here)

Spirit whirls around, uncoordinated for just a moment. She grounds herself and glares at Amanpal. Then, she strikes the airhorn out of his hand. 

“No. Don’t.”

[abjecterrora]

“i am mad. i am mad at me. i struggle all the time with the fury i have at myself.” from annie.

last podcast on the left, accepting. / @prayrite

“you’re–allowed to be mad.”  the skin between brows scrunches, gaze flicking up from their book.  it’s not as if tegan has a monopoly on anger, can never claim that they’re the only one allowed to be furious about their situation.  tegan knows how annie–why she’s furious at herself.

there’s a sigh, long fingers pushing hair out of their face.  there’s still so much that she doesn’t remember, so much that tegan does.  it’s hard sometimes–for the both of them.  “but.  you shouldn’t be.  you know you’re–you can talk to me about that, right.  i don’t want you to–hide that.”  a smile, though it seems a little uncomfortable.  years and years pass and they still aren’t comfortable with actually confronting emotions.

[abjecterrora]

do you believe that people can dream what’s going to happen? / from annie.

noes, accepting. / @prayrite

“--of course i do.  i’d be stupid not to.”  fingers tap against the side of their cheek, skin between brows scrunching in confusion.  “--precognition has to be somewhat true.  i’ve known too many people who’ve--you know where i’m going with this.”  a wave of their hand, then it goes back to their cheek.  “why.  what’s going on.  is...it bad.”  yes, tegan’s worried.  if you were them, you’d be too.

[abjecterrora]

kisses her wife.

there it is--genuine delight, a soft scrunch of the nose at the contact.  annie’s lucky.  she’s the only one who sees them like this, like the person they used to be.  it’d be sad, but this isn’t a time to be upset.  they’ve been reunited!

“--i missed you.”  it’s soft, true.  “i keep saying i should go with you every time you have to travel but...i never do.  that’ll change next time.  i promise you that.”  another kiss, a smile.  “you should tell me how your trip went.  i’d really love to hear it.  i mean that.”