Dec 2, 2015
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“What? You mean you don’t have Axels where you come from?”
“You live in a dreamland. Or maybe a nightmare; that’d pretty much destroy one of my favorite games.”
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@rotteneggsandchainsaws [ cont ]
“What? You mean you don’t have Axels where you come from?”
“You live in a dreamland. Or maybe a nightmare; that’d pretty much destroy one of my favorite games.”
7, 9 for James!
@rotteneggsandchainsaws 7 – a fearful text| 9 a long barrage of texts
[Text]: James, be sure to lock all the windows and doors in your room tonight. If you hear anything, there is a loose floor-board to the right of your bed. Hide in there, and keep walking…there is a safe place beneath the mansion. You will be safe there, just in case.
xxx
[Text]: I’m not worthy of being called your father, James. I am truly not. And yet, I am so glad to be worthy of your trust.
[Text]: It’s your birthday soon…whatever you want shall be yours. Everyone in the mansion knows you are mine and a few people think you’re my blood son
[Text]: If so, I would have had to be very young to have conceived you…but I am hardly going to be the judge of what people assume, especially when it is true.
[Text]: Also please be safe when you’re handling those wires, I know you have done it before, but be careful. I do not want you losing a finger or a hand or an eye or ANYTHING.
[Text]: God help anyone who ever lays a hand on you.
@rotteneggsandchainsaws continued from here x
Fury rises in him at his kin’s admission and with a quick drop of weight to the chair beside James, the usurper listens and feels wrath stir in his belly, his intestine ingested by flame, by the adherence of a battle he can never win.
He can do nothing about what was past. He can do nothing about what this young man was forced to endure.
“James,” he said, his voice low as he reaches for the young man’s hand that he’s so keen on looking at. “You drawing breath makes me proud of you – I would never put you in a position…if I could, I would go back and steal you from that circus and raise you from a babe…but alas, such is not possible.”
“Though,” he says again, his lips curving into a smile. “Perhaps, you can build me a time machine. The 1920’s would be fun to visit, for a brief while – prohibition and all.”
Oswald squeezes James’ hand with his own fingers and he lowers his shoulders, his eyes soft when regarding the one he deems HIS CHILD.
“DNA tells us one thing…blood, bone, muscle and so forth but…but you are mine…my child, dearest, precious, small thing…”
And he wills his tongue to still.
“My kin, my son. All I have is yours forever.”
"No. I am your father." *DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS* (rotteneggsandchainsaws)
He just giggles and beams. Best thing that could happen to this boy was that his idol turned out to be his dad. His own fanboy dream.
“You aren’t playing a trick on me right? I just have to make sure of that.”
@rotteneggsandchainsaws gave a starter:
"Sorry. I didn't mean to stare."
“I know, but it’s just so hard, right?” James laughed to himself as he rolled his eyes, swaying to the side to slowly spin around. Another fan, maybe? Here he was just wanting to score some coffee without Hart regulating his caffeine. Between his ex-career, the infamy, the candy store, and his legs he knew it was hard not to stare. Apologizing before you’re caught? That’s-- Wait. Wait.
“-- Do I... know you from somewhere?”