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.:October Fun Times:.
Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
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The words stab him in the heart more than any action such as flinching away ever could. But instead of crying or continue screaming, he does none of those things. ]
What do you mean?
You don't know that either of us broke our promises. We're still here, but we're alive.
[ Ganymede steps closer anyway, too stubborn, even when he's being hurt, expression shuttered. ]
Why are you talking like this, Michel? Are you afraid of the future?
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There is no future.
[ Not for Michel. But that point is already worn over, unneeded. He moves past it to the much more tempting target. The one thing he deeply, truly needs to know. ]
Why did you fight?
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[ Ganymede reaches for his arm again, to see if he'll do it again. ]
Why are you so certain there is no future? Why are you asking me why I fight when you were fighting with me?
We're fighting for the same reason. Shouldn't you already know that? Or have you forgotten why we are?
[ Was it because he almost died he's acting like this? Why...? ]
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So damned sure of yourself when you don't know a single thing that's going through my mind. We are not fighting for the same reason. Were you fighting to die?
[ Answer. Answer. He needs this. As data, as— he doesn't know. But it's vital, a critical sector indexing so much more. ]
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Well, unfortunately, there is a part of him that doesn't really mind, but that is neither here nor there. He is more unsettled than not, hand moving to rest over Michel's which is gripping him by his robes. ]
I-I wasn't! Why are you saying that?!
And no, I'm not a mind reader! But I know we both never wanted to stay here. We were going to leave, remember?! Lily and CC Corp would pay for what they did to us.
And I told you that I was going to show you when I became the best dancer in the world, when we returned...
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Winter jerks a little at the hand settling over his, mostly achieving dragging Ganymede a tiny bit closer. His brow furrows as if even he's a little perplexed by this development. ]
...I don't believe you any more.
[ The sharpest cruelty needs the touch of truth to give it its edge. He knows that, too.
What will it take to make them stay away? What will it take to make them give up? He'll keep reaching further and further, if he has to. ]
Did you think that things would always work out simply because you wished them to? I have no desire to go back there any longer. And I never want to see your face again.
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The words that reach him make him feel like he's choking. Michel doesn't believe him?
That...that's...
'Did you think that things would always work out simply because you wished them to?'
The impression of a man feels like it tries to make itself apparent in his mind. Though, it wouldn't look anything like Michel. He remembers, back in the hospital, or...does he? He doesn't remember anymore.
Darker still, within his own heart, he feels himself slide into a familiar level of despair, and it feels like hands encircle his throat, fingers pressing down on it.
'...I never want to see your face again.' ]
You, what? You...
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.....
Just like that, the expression slips away into something else. ]
I realize I should have made you tell me everything.
[ His lips curl into an unsettling smile, eyes unreflective of the expression on his face. ]
We promised we would be together forever. You can't take that back, no matter how hard you try. I won't accept it.
It's alright, I know you would never say anything like this normally. I remember what you said to me, and I know you would never leave me.
I love you, Michel. There's nothing you can do to change that.
[ Taking advantage of the fact that Michel is holding him so close, it's easier to use his speed to grip a hold of Michel's other shoulder with his other hand to heft himself suddenly, and to press his lips hard against the other man. ]
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There's a moment to take in the look in Ganymede's eyes, a moment of crystalizing understanding. That something, fragile and beautiful, has shattered under his touch. And nothing can ever truly be put back together the same, can it? Something is always missing.
It hurts. It's excruciating. That's why he closes his eyes as he leans down into the kiss, as soft and tender as—
He doesn't remember. Empty queries. ]
"Michel" is never coming back. You can only offer your love to a corpse.
[ It's too much for him to process, to contain. The pressure throbs at his temples, memory emptied to hold only this nonetheless threatening to overflow. ]
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[ Ganymede asks, his tone deceptively gentle despite the fact the other had leaned down into the kiss. By returning it and saying those things, that could be the intention.
He knows that Michel is slipping away, and it's driving him mad; senseless, even as Ganymede refuses to see things any other way. His broken pieces feel like they're stabbing each part of his heart. But instead of pulling back, and away, Ganymede bites down a little on the other male's lower lip. ]
I won't believe it. So, why don't you try to prove to me that I'm only offering love to a corpse?
I can still tell he's alive. Sleeping inside. Did you think I wouldn't just carve him out from where you're trying to smother him?
[ Michel is his.
He will always be his. Nothing will change that, and he will kill anyone for touching Michel, for trying to hide him away in lies, in an identity that is nothing like himself. That's right. He's not stupid.
Because he was HIS first before anyone else. He should know. He would always know...that Michel would never say these things. ]
Tell me who you think you are. And show me.
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If Ganymede pulled away now all would be well. His job accomplished. But the second kiss catches him by surprise, the slight sting of the bite commanding his utmost attention. Is this... being hurt, the desire to hurt in return? Even a supposed loved one?
This is new. This is confusing, intriguing. Troubling. Is this data his, or not? He reaches up to cup the back of Ganymede's neck, fingers exerting too much pressure as he tries to decide, holding him there for an answering kiss. No bite in return. Is this better or worse? What is he searching for? ]
Gorre.
[ Will this one believe him? None of them believe him, and less now. He can find cruelty in that, too. Pursuing the lead, he grips harder, gauntlets trying to leave bruises on the back of Ganymede's neck. ]
...If you want to see, then come and face me when I'm complete. Bleed out, broken, in front of the man you believe still exists and let him watch. Or die making a mockery of that empty promise made to a pathetic creature already vanished from this world. Either would suit my purpose.
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'Gorre,' The man says, in Michel's voice, acting as if he has completely overwritten his existence with an irrefutable fact by speaking the name into existence.
Ganymede doesn't intend on making it easy. He never does. Because all he has are those precious to him, who have taught him to hold on, steadfast with a crushing grip, and to have performed so perfectly for everyone when now he wishes to also perform for himself means simply this:
He is without restriction in what he desires. What he wants to keep, what he will fight for to hold on to the bitter end, even if it leaves him without reason. ]
Michel.
[ Ganymede states softly, voice slightly pained still from the way the other is holding him by the neck too tight, and his head has been ringing for a long time now.
Still is. His words in defiance of the answer is perhaps a cruelty in of itself, and instead his hands reach out to cup his face, before moving further to a long strand of hair and tugging on it roughly in response. Harsher than it to be anything anywhere near gentle, and so the other is caught up still; can't look anywhere else but him. ]
You're confident that I will lose. You're also confident he's gone. That's stupid, you know.
Michel always hated losing, but I've always been good at beating him. You'll find that out too, since right now, you're a part of him.
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He hated losing... because he knew he was weak. Pathetic and a coward, unable to face reality, unable to find the strength to turn away from it. You think that kind of person would be able to resist, to persist, when someone at last reached out a hand to him and offered him an escape?
[ The only reason you give him any consideration is because, deep down, you still have hope. But hope has a way of forsaking those who give it a home.
Good data. Cruelty towards the self... this could be acceptable. ]
Come and show me, then. I look forward to it.
[ He moves to pull away again, heedless of how much force it might take. If Ganymede wants to take some of that snow-pale hair with him as a memento, that would be allowed. ]
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This one is like one that burns slowly, still hot, and like his feet are constantly raked over hot coals once it goes out.
He jerks his hand back, strands caught in his hand as the other pulls back. ]
I know better than anyone else here that Michel loathed losing not because he was weak, but because he couldn't stand to give up or give in. Life had treated him so wrong, but in his heart, he still sought out what he could from it.
If that isn't strength or courage, I don't know what is.
[ Ganymede looks at Michel without a piece of fear in his heart and no desire to concede. Just like Michel himself said, he had no desire to do so. ]
I'll show you sooner than you think...but I doubt you'd be able to handle it.
[ If he goes off, Ganymede will let him but he will stare him down, refusing to depart for awhile. But boy, don't think he's going to wait until the final battle to see your face again, he ain't got patience for that!! ]
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If they want these tiny gestures to reach anything at all, they'd best make it bleed. ]
Perhaps lies can be as cruel as truth. I'll consider it.
[ And he will, indeed, drift off at last. He has a Halloween party to set up... ]