(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[immortalpoet]

...

[No, she raises a good point. He furrows his eyebrows, now noticeably confused.]

[She's standing strong. She's no regular Fixer, that's for sure. Even so, he's moving forward to try to hook his ankle behind hers, using his muscles to give it a yank to try to get her to trip backwards.]

If it isn't reality, what is?

[bemist]

Again, you're a lot older than--!

[ But he surges forward and yanks--and this time, she stumbles, but she also fists his shirt because if she's going down, so is he.

Bonding! ]

[immortalpoet]

Agh-

[TIMBER. DOWN THEY GO]

[He's absolutely trying to get out of her grip PLEASE LET GOOOO]

What? So what?! You're time traveling, or some nonsense? Answer me!!

[bemist]

You're dreaming!

[ This is snapped out and no she has latched on, he started it. They can wrestle on the floor amongst the dead bodies, it's fine. ]

[immortalpoet]

Dreaming?!

[He stabs his gladius to the side of her, wrangling himself up to his knees...]

[Before he falls back on them, huffing. He's gritting his teeth, unamused.]

...What nonsense. So tell me. If you say the truth. How should one wake up from it?

[bemist]

I don't know, try remembering your apparent future. Your crush on my colleague, maybe.

[ As she pushes herself up on her elbows, also huffing. They're so dignified. ]

[immortalpoet]

Eh?

[Now that's getting him to look very quizzically at her.]

A crush. [are you /j or /srs]

[bemist]

Listen, I'm not thrilled about it either.

[ She wishes! She wishes she was /j!!!! ]

[immortalpoet]

Why would I be as stupid to have that.

[bemist]

You're asking me? [ wryly. ] Ask Malkuth, though you'd have to wake up for that. Maybe you got lonely.

[immortalpoet]

...

[He grimaces, like he wants to retort, but falls silent, instead.]

[He casts his heavy gaze to the bodies around them, almost a bit lost, before he asks, quietly.]

Do you ever get lonely?

[bemist]

[

Hey can she leave now ]

Even I can't do everything on my own.

[immortalpoet]

And yet, here we are. On our own.

[What a joke.]

What a damn joke. We're really not made for companionship.

[bemist]

[ ... ]

Maybe not. But I think if there are people who want to stick around despite that... it's worth something. If it happens, we're probably the least likely people to take it for granted.