⠀
𖤐
how do you go about defining
𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 and 𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳?
I'm only using 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄.
* are you tormented by memories?
burdened by guilt? —————
are you ready for more?
⠀
@ironplagued + where it had been rolled to.
"Pick something for me?" A brow arches, and he's all but forcing himself to look at something that isn't the way Erik's fingers flex against the steering wheel. He settles on the sharp grey of his eyes, instead. Much better. "You know what I like,"
@ironplagued + him from his friend. Good friend. 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 friend.
He casts a glance aside—— lingers, perhaps, a moment too long. Presses teeth to his bottom lip, almost unconscious of the way he 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 have looked, looking at Erik. He was warm. Decidedly so.
"Can't make up my +
@ironplagued + attempted, for all he was worth, really, to stop himself from just 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 for the other's free, idling hand.
It looked so empty. It had been so 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎. And now the skin on the back of his empty, empty hands tingled, like it had had a fleeting taste of where it +
@ironplagued "Oh ... " He trails off, too distracted to play casual. Physically, he was confined to the cursed narrowness of the passenger's seat—— hands found themselves folded primly in his lap, digits laced with all the self-control he could will so forcefully into existence as he +
@ironplagued + away in your cell. So don't—— ... This doesn't change anything. It doesn't 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 anything." A pause.
"And we haven't got the time to discuss it here, anyway. You're a 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹, and we need to leave. 𝙉𝙤𝙬."
@ironplagued + give voice to. Don't do it. Don't do it. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.
"We're here because we absolutely 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 be. For the record, I was a strong advocate for letting you waste +
@ironplagued + nonetheless, a displeased twist of a grimace sat heavy upon his lips as he gazed down at the man he ... Hm. Had Erik always been quite so tall? Even from the floor, reeling from a punch, he cut quite the formidable figure.
"No, probably not. I was quite clear in +
@ironplagued + nonetheless, a displeased twist of a grimace sat heavy upon his lips as he gazed down at the man he ... Hm. Had Erik always been quite so tall? Even from the floor, reeling from a punch, he cut quite the formidable figure.
"No, probably not. I was quite clear in +
@ironplagued + closely by it.
He could feel it. Could almost sense, really, the way that the thread that bound them so inescapably close, so undeniably 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, would weave itself through the centuries of untold history to come. +
@ironplagued + 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑟𝑖𝑘, 𝐸𝑟𝑖𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠—— it was carved into the infinite expanse of the cosmos, and it was scattered amongst the primordial dust that comprised the infant universe.
𝗚𝗼𝗱, he wanted to punch him again. +
@ironplagued He had been his closest friend and his greatest enemy; his fiercest love, and a distant stranger. What Erik Lehsnherr was to him would fill books. It would span lifetimes. It would transcend what this world could understand, and it would long outlive the pair effected most +