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restinglichface) wrote2018-04-01 10:20 pm
restinglichface) wrote2018-04-01 10:20 pm
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, LUP. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 025.90.004.712 *** HotterTwin has joined 018.07.154.55 <HotterTwin> hey fam <HotterTwin> its chagirl lup <HotterTwin> leave me the deets or whatever | ||||
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omw
get the heat lamp ready cuz im gonna be frozen when i get over there
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[Lord knows he's just been doing nothing but sitting under the lamp himself and only going outside if absolutely necessary. When she arrives that's where he'll be, desperately trying to stave off the instinctual need to just straight-up go to sleep and not wake up for a couple of months. Company will probably help with that as much as it'll help with his weird mood.]
Hey. Come on in. Grab a blanket, it'll help you warm up faster.
[He's always had a collection of quilts on top of his hide box. That's just Smart.]
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[But that's her last message before just throwing on a coat and trudging out through the snow across the property that separates their two homes. Lup's never been more grateful for the closer distance than now, because by the time she's rolling up to his place, the end of her tail feels numb and her whole body is shivering all over.]
S-s-sure - [The cold used to be fun for Lup, she used to love the snow, but now it's turned into actual Hell. She shakes off the last lingering snow along her scales and out of her hair before she's shedding her wet jacket and draping one of those quilts over her shoulders, pressing in close to him already.] Gimme a sec to feel my tail again.
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You must really like me, riskin' frostbite and all just because I'm in a mood.
[Yeah. That's all it is. A mood. Maybe if he comes at it sideways it won't hurt so bad to talk about it.]
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[Not a single one. Which is exactly why Lup's already curling in around Fiddleford, an arm slinging over his shoulders, dragging him under the quilt with her so she can share her chilly scales with him.]
Not a one. [Her head tips up against his, affectionately.] Especially the moody ones.
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[Now, normally there's a line a little bit in front of 'another man's wife' that's where Fiddleford's willingness to cuddle stops. But he's cold, and he's a naturally-cuddly garter snake, and he gets a feeling that Lup isn't going to move now that she's here and wouldn't care to begin with.]
Well I'm awful sorry about my mood, then. It just feels... I don't know. I don't rightly know how I ought to feel.
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[A thick, colorful coil slips over to drape over Fiddleford's tail, a bit of a full body hug as Lup drags her dearest friend in this place close to her, ignoring how chilly she must still feel. Losing Taako had been awful for her, but Fidds had been with her every step of the way. Lup wants to do the same for him after losing Ford.]
I think that's alright though. Emotions kinda suck.
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[He was glad to be rid of him. It was one less thing to have to deal with. Even now with their relationship about as patched as it was going to get there were still rough spots neither of them knew how to adequately address.]
He was my best friend. I take that real serious. I'm goin' to keep his things, in case he comes back, but I don't think he will. Probably ought to be grateful I got the chance I did to patch things up.
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[Lup only knows vague bits and pieces, especially where it relates to Ford. But maybe airing out his feelings about their history, their fall out, their eventual reconciliation, maybe that will help ease Fiddleford's hurt. Just a bit.]
Guy was weird as fuck, but I dunno about most of the shit you guys went through. All the stories he told made it seem like you'd been besties forever.
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[A lot of the time, after a while.]
Do you remember -- a while back I told you about why my brain's how it is, and how I had that friend I was workin' with and all. Ford was, uh. He was that friend.
[She might have put things together herself. It wouldn't have been hard to. But he figures that, with all the rest of the knowledge she has, might kind of shed some immediate light on what he means.]
After I fell into Hell and saw that demon I showed you I pruned back a lot of things. A lot of what we'd been workin' on together. I used to leave myself reminders when I'd take anythin' real big, failsafes so I wouldn't just bring it all back again, and I made sure I knew I couldn't trust him. It was easier to convince myself he'd never really been my friend than it was to accept my friend had done somethin' like what he'd done, you understand?
[Not that that makes it any better. Nobody walked out of that situation clean, he knows. But it had been the only way he knew to protect himself when he was already barely hanging by a thread.]
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[Lup knows that well enough. Even her and Taako, who have been attached at each other's sides since birth, don't always agree when it comes to the big things. It doesn't matter how similar they are, they're still different people when it comes down to it.
The woman settles near her friend, shaking off the last bit of chill in her bones while she wraps around him, keeping him close, head tipping against Fiddleford's affectionately while he speaks. He asks if she remembers and Lup nods against him, because of course she does. Then she just holds him and listens.]
I get that. [It's soft and thoughtful, a different tone to her voice than most folks ever hear, but Fiddleford is one of the special ones.] I do.
[She may have not lived through her future yet, but Lup knows all about it. Lucretia's betrayal, wiping the memory of Lup from the entire world. It still stings.]
And so when you both ended up in here, it was a real shitshow in the beginning, yeah? But you managed to work through it.