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 Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 8:54 pm
[ He can't see the tears, but he can hear them. They're in how strained Odin's
voice has gotten. ]
[ It takes a second. He can't see, so he has to map where he's going with the
side of his face, leaning up until he's briefly cheek to cheek with the older man.
It's an odd movement. One that mixes their tears together before Julian turns
his head, lips brushing just at the outer corner of Odin's eye. Soft. ]
"I'll take care of Lyrca. And.. she can put it right. Bring you back. So..
It's okay, Odin.. It's.. Only a little while."
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 9:07 pm
  .ODIN CYPRESS
// Odin is trying hard, but it's all there. The quiet whimpering as he's struggling to hold back any pieces that wanna just release. The pieces that wanna quit. The pieces that wanna let go. He already knows there's no coming back once the meta finishes purging him. The werewolf doesn't know how many posts he's got left in it. Can't even count. Can't even let them know if there's a chance of saving him or if he's gone with the next post he puts up. He still can't tell if Lyrca wouldn't tell him because the roll was low, or she's just ******** with him. The b***h always had to be so secretive. Always. He feels Julian's skin touch his, his lips immediately curling inwards as he bites down on them and holds his breath. He's so much he still wants to say. The more people interact with him, the less time he'll have. That he doesn't want Julian going near him ever again there. That he wrote stories of them. He knows he can't get it out. None of it. So he takes hold of Julian's head and pushes his forehead against whatever piece of the mage is closest. His other hand wraps around Julian's lower back and he pulls the mage in tight. Just holds tight and quietly cries.
"I have to go now."
// He mutters through a shaky breath.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 9:23 pm
[ It's surreal. All of it. How many times has he wished that Odin would just hold
onto him? Just reach out to him. Even after.. Julian knows. He knows what Odin
sees when he looks at him. Knows how disgusting he is. So he knows that none
of this is real. That this, like so many other things, is something he's making up
for himself. Because he wanted this so desperately, for such a long time. In
spite of all evidence to the contrary. In spite of knowing that he's a cast-off.
Boring. No more use to him. It's something, deluding himself like this. Even
he can't imagine Odin staying with him for real. Of course he has to go. They
both do, don't they? Because Julian is really in the ocean. These are his last
moments, too. ]
[ But he clings. For a second longer. Holds tight. For all the times he couldn't.
And how he can't for much longer. ]
"Go then. There are other worlds than these."
[ It's the only time he's ever said it with hope. ]
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 9:30 pm
.ODIN CYPRESS
// Odin had never been good with words. Everyone knew. Anyone knew. He grabbed Julian's hand tight, squeezing it. He'd already ******** up. Hardly said any of the things he wanted. He had a mountain of things he wanted to tell Julian before it was too late. But it was too late. Odin could feel his hand on Julian's backside already starting to disintegrate. He'd already thought of leaving. You can't un-think things like that. But Odin knew he couldn't stay. Not with pieces of the corruption even meeting him here. Trying to grow. Starting to take over him. Every piece of him doesn't belong here anymore. None of these storylines that had twisted between crack!chats and meta!chats and thanksgiving threads. Odin didn't belong in any of them anymore. So the longer he tried to stay, the longer he fought, the quicker he'd go. It was probably then that the hand wrapped around Julian's was gone.
Just like Odin. Gone.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 9:38 pm
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