Stone was so accustomed to being grabbed, pulled, grappled, thrown, and tugged in virtually every direction by his beloved Doctor. At this point-- they were coming up on a decade of working together. Scheming. Conniving.
Building death machines and sowing the seeds of malicious discord as completely as they could.
His Maestro was everything.
And he was just Stone.
He felt familiar fingers snake around his tie-- brushing his collar ever so slightly through the cloth of his dark purple shirt. They were firm and commanding as they'd always been. Guiding Stone forward-- puppeting him like a mouse on a string.
He expected to be tugged close-- told of what glorious evil plans his boss had. Instead-- harsh chapped lips clashed with his own. Everything made sense in a beautiful burning instant. His recent kindness toward Stone-- his empathy. Stone had been thinking his Doctor had grown ill. But it was a far more potentially lethal affliction.
The world felt like it fell out from underneath him. He was torn between delight and disbelief. But his hand came up instinctively-- gripping the back of that magnificent head as the kiss was returned hungrily.
He felt a bite on his lip-- a chuckle escaping him as they parted. Stone's heart was racing to the point his smart watch notified him with a gentle buzz. It felt so distant as Stone remained close by-- his other arm slipping around Robotnik's waist.
He brought their foreheads together, closing his eyes to take in the sounds of this moment. The fireworks began to go off in the distance-- the colorful lights shining on the duo. Flashing and fading as Stone looked into those dark brown, beautiful eyes.
went out for a run today. been trying to find ivo. hard to believe it's been a few years since we last saw each other. is he.....? i mean. is he dead? yeesh just WRITING that out feels - wrong. he isn't, right? he can't be dead. i mean yea G.U.N's been WEIRD and keep tryin' to capture him (& me?) but like, they never succeed. it's G.U.N we're talking about. so what gives?
where is ivo? i feel like i've run the globe and not run into any sign of him anywhere. i'm starting to... no. i was already worried. just. can't exactly TALK about this with anybody else. it's why i'm writing it out here. ames mentioned something about journaling helping her out. i thought it'd be nice to give it a try.
is there anything i should write about specifically? i've never journaled before. maybe once or twice as a kid. but nothing beyond that. especially after my folks died. never had the chance or the time. or the desire to.
i swear if this guy is just holed up somewhere i'm gonna punch him once i do find him. i don't even care if he goes flying through a building because of the hit. what kind of jerk just drops off the face of the planet without telling for years? i'm gonna give him a real piece of my mind once i find him!!
Listen to me boy. You will go to the hottopic qnd pick me up one singular eggman shirt. Thank you son. Be sure to get you something for the trouble too.
Listen, listen here you little shit, I love you with all my heart, for forever and always, actually, if you even care. We may not talk like we used to or as frequently, but you haunt my narrative often and you're always on my mind (platonic). I miss writing with you so so dearly, there's something special to your writing that I miss getting to experience. I adore your writing, I adore all of your muses and I'd follow you to the ends of the earth.
You deserve peace and you deserve to smile, I just hope to be someone who can do that for you. I love ya Iggy!!! ❤️💙
