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[dionysed]

DRABBLE .

As much as he can be compared to sunshine, bright colors and loud, cheerful sounds, M.M. himself feels as though the dark speaks to him more intimately than anything else would otherwise. At times he even wonders whether he's a creature of the night or not —- staying up late and only waking later on in the morning when it's very debateable whether it's time for lunch rather than breakfast. Rising early is difficult for someone like him, even though he's been trying his best to get out of bed at the same time his partner does, in order to help him out with work, if needed.

His favorite time of the day however, is after midnight. When the night and streets are quiet outside, when not a single bird can be heard chirping, he can listen to a completely different kind of music: silence. It's not unusual for him to get up and grab a snack or two before dawn, or to head out to the porch and sit in the fresh air for a few minutes. Sometimes though, such as this one, he can't help but begin to overthink. The warm embrace of darkness and silence heightens everything else, be it sensations, sounds, the curious rythm that's always plagued his being, and even his own thoughts.

Tonight's insistent thoughts are surprisingly not all too negative, all things considered —- After a quick trip to the kitchen for a few slices of cheese and ham to briefly nibble on, he's returned to bed to attempt to get some rest, but the company he's been keeping for a while now can be extremely distracting. For starters, his presence alone is odd. He's never been in any kind of relationship this long before, and the pure domesticity of what they have is certainly strange. His eyes, unhidden now, watch the other's hypnotic and gentle rise and fall of his chest, the occasional toss and turn of his body as he sleeps, and he wonders how things have come to be this way.

It's not an unwelcome change, on the contrary, but there's still a lot for him to chew and process even now. What is it about this man that has enchanted him so? The answer to this question pops up immediately, generously providing him with a list of reasons to never leave the individual's side. The following query is a more complicated one: what is it about himself that's charmed Two-Face in turn? For all his ego and apparent good looks, he's felt like a nameless void hiding behind a thick mask for a very long time now. There's a loaded irony in this which he can't help but always take note of, and both find amusing and despiseful. There's nothing to him besides what he presents, and yet the Gotham Rogue's managed to find something in the pile of dirt still.

It puzzles him.

For whatever reason, this confusing train of thought makes his crooked heart melt. A small, lovesick smile spreads across his lips, and amidst all the doubts he finds a stubborn anchor on the other. His partner's words, his affections and his actions have established themselves as something solid within his chest; as something he can actually trust for once. The Music Meister can't deny there's something special between them, something he hasn't experienced before. Something that decidedly makes him feel more like Michael instead of his chosen public title. With him, he doesn't feel like a mask anymore. With him, he feels like himself.

A content sigh escapes him, and he rolls over on his side, wrapping an arm around the other's warm waist and burying his face into his neck. A small crease of his brow denotes a touch of concern or perhaps anxiety, but his following whispered words are filled with a more positive emotion. "I love you," he says quietly, in the darkness he can see through, abruptly interrupting the silence, and focusing instead on the sound of his boyfriend's calming and steady heartbeat and his soft breathing. Not even silence can beat the other's natural and beautiful piece of music, which quickly manages to lull him to sleep.

[horrortamer-archive]

>You've asked all your loved ones for one last time

One last meeting.

On Monday, you know you may not come back alive. But, for now, you will spend your last moments with those who you love.

You will die for a good cause, having lived a good life.

That's more than most can say.

[emberoops-archive]

Ember doesn't bother with glamours when she goes, just focuses on Alwoon's blog and goes.

She arrives inside, a sudden appearance of a tiny girl - 5'4" in teal fuzzy socks, with fire for hair and eyes. Her glow reflects off the wet wood, all tinged a slight violet and yellow, shot through with occasional streaks the color of lightning.

"Alwoon?" She asks, casting her gaze about. "'S me, Ember."

@foreistgner

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[we8s]

Everything hurts. That was. A 8ad idea. And the 8est time I've had in millennia.

Dhanus thought itd 8e a g8d idea to air my location, apparently 8alatron is still heart⁸roken about his little teal pet enough to sh8t the messenger.

8astet inquired about Yolo, 8efore all this. I wonder, was it that which triggered my mania? I haven't spoken a⁸out it to anyone, not really. For all our time together, Darkling nor my darling knew the extent to which I royally fucked up.

I don't know how to fix this.

We're all here. Not all alive, 8ut aware........ That must mean something, right? If not to fix the past, then what for? Surely existence is not only to suffer.

At least, it shouldn't 8e.

I miss you, dearest. I'm sorry, that I made you give the final 8low.

I was a coward. I still am.

[voidy]

 I want to be wanted - 

 Wanted like one wants five more minutes of sleep.

 I want you… Like a smoker, wants one last cigarette..

@mediculling

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