OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

1. pick a character.

☛ optional.
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☛ full list.
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2. provide a prompt.

☛ image, words, music, whatever you want.
☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)

3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

previous post here.

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[phaseshifted]

I don't know.

[did anyone? it's not her primary directive, so her knowledge isn't the most extensive.]

[beloving]

What don't you need from me?

[Seimei isn't even LOOKING at this kid anymore, he's preoccupied with his book, one he can't possibly be reading while arguing like this.....but.]

[quatrain]

[ that's one, but that one was a long shot. he thinks for a moment, and continues. ]

How are you able to get your information?

[quatrain]

Everything.

[ fuck his work, fuck his life. why does he have to work with this asshole. ]

[beloving]

That's not very nice, I thought we were friends.

[Pls. Work would drag on if it weren't for him.]

[quatrain]

Why would I want to be friends with you?

[ at least it'd be peaceful then!! ]

[phaseshifted]

One network leads to many others. I spend a lot of time travelling around gathering information from the multitude.

[beloving]

You're questioning it now? Haven't we come a long way?

[quatrain]

That doesn't answer the question, exactly.

[quatrain]

Not really. I still don't like you.

[phaseshifted]

It's the best one I have, since it isn't just one place I get my information from. I'm constantly adding more to my memory.

[beloving]

I won't force you to change your mind.

[quatrain]

I think it'd be included in the inquiry to know how long your memory is.

[quatrain]

Good, then maybe you can leave me alone.

[beloving]

I'd prefer to make it up to you.

[phaseshifted]

With modifications or without?

[erythristic]

Am I supposed to trust that?

[because now he could destroy her and expose her, he could break her with a phrase and she could not stop him. she's supposed to be strong, and that has been exposed for the lie it is.

she wants to go home, curl up on her bed and not move for hours, have some illusion of privacy so she can collect herself. but that requires getting up, and although she can pull herself to standing, her head pounds like someone's driving a railroad spike into it.]

How do I trust any-fucking-thing you say now, hm?

[quatrain]

I don't think so.

[quatrain]

Both. Would you humor me on what modifications?

[phaseshifted]

Only if you're willing to use that as your third question.

[beloving]

And why is that?

[shooteverything]

[ he goes silent, eyes narrowing as he stares at her. but he can only look at her for so long when most of his mind is occupied with the new memories he has, thoughts that she's had, people she's known. he knows that she's going through the same with his past, too.

but what he's gone through isn't a secret. he'd tell her if she ever asked without thinking too much about it. somehow, what he knows about her feels... different. ]

I don't know. [ he takes a step back, and then crouches down so that they're on level but at a distance. ] I don't know. I didn't... want to see that.

[sympathy]

It is! [ pulls out her phone to take a few pictures of the lanterns. ]

We should do this again. It's calming. [ beaming up at Ned ]

[quatrain]

Maybe another time. Just before and after, then, if you would.

[quatrain]

I don't trust that you'd make it up to me in a way that's, like, useful.

[ and don't think he forgot: ] Are you going to follow me home?

[ please say no. ]