#sbjkriley

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currently obsessed with the idea of vampire riley tenderly nursing an injured werewolf remy back to health

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hmgh remy n riley and craig n matt and the band and jeff and the narrators all goin to a park to play in a creek/stream, maybe by a waterfall, splashing each other and having a good time.

mostly i am imagining remy with his shirt off standing on some rocks, gleefully holding a turtle and balancing with his tail

and also jeff stumbling and ending up in the water and getting his antenna wet,, and maybe pulling wilson in after him pfft

maybe josh is grilling?

kim is taking photos of herself and sketching the area, and maybe she jumps in later, splashing everyone.

riley is hangin around, maybe with remy? lookin at the turtle? OHG maybe they have pollux strapped into a baby carrier sjdjfjf on their chest

chalk n milk are at the shore, trying to coax each other into gettin in the water

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riley n remy should kiss underneath a bloodmoon. i think usually their full moons so remy SHOULD be wolfed out but pretend thats irrelevant thank u

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Sometimes he could still see him, in them. The trace evidence of the fusion who had lived a richer life than any other, who had seen and created and smiled. Who had ripped from the void connections that had no right to be made. He was reckless in his glory, his pursuit of knowledge. Any wrong move could have resulted in destruction, in chaos.

But then, as if to dispel the thought, they would smile, tilt their head in that way that was so uniquely them. They'd sling an arm around him, holding him close and telling him about the exact orgins of somethin or another. The potential still simmered, below the surface, but it was different, now. Quieter. Gentle. No longer driven by a craving to be seen, to behold.

Although he had loved him, the love he held for them was unmatched. Strengthened by the years he spent away from them, doubled by their odd mannerisms, tripled by their ability to talk for hours about the strangest of subjects.

As the two of them settled in for the night, hands around each other, he would smile, and remember the time he had with him fondly. But he knew he looked forward to waking up to another day with them in his arms even more.