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THE DOOR SQUEAKS LOUDER THAN EVIE REMEMBERED when she enters the house, one trembling hand pressed around the knife jutting from her abdomen still. she doesn't think it's particularly deep, but it hurts like she might as well have been sawed in half. it's almost blinding and she stumbles through the hallway the best she can, convinced she can make it into the bathroom to patch herself up the way she always does. she's lost count of the scars she keeps hidden from her brother, the bloodied garments she discards of when everyone else is too distracted by the violence they love to cause. she's making noise, evelyn's aware of that even when the only thing she can hear is the blood roar in her ears. it doesn't worry her until she stumbles and crashes to the ground, bringing a coat rack with her and only just twisting her body to not land directly on her wound. « fuuuck, » evie groans loudly, kicking at the familiar pair of shoes that tripped her, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to keep from crying out. « vance, i'll fucking kill you, » she adds in a hiss.

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There wasn't much choice in the matter. Rick got kicked out of the place that he once lived at and he couldn't really spend the night on the streets. This Hotel had a reputation for taking in strays. Right now, he currently was one of them.

So, he rang the doorbell and once that door opened, he blinked. "I-Is there room for another guest? I-I'd like to stay here for a little while, i-if that's alright."

[vindicain]

@phantombs

the unfamiliar city has grown dark but not entirely silent, glowing lights dotted in creeping black and people still bustling about just beyond the buildings to their left. it's not as comforting as it should be; he's used to everything slowing to a crawl when the stars become visible. it should be quiet, and he should be alone, well on his way to the next person on the list he keeps stored in his own head.

he's not. somebody jostles him, and cain's jaw flexes around grit teeth. they duck into an open doorway overshadowed by an arch - and realize far too late that someone is just coming out, keys jingling in their hand. at least they avoid stumbling over him.

“ you know of anywhere a guy could go to get some quiet? ” he glances down and to the side, back towards the street. “ it's busier than i figured for this time of night. ”

[sansloii]

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Bears, he says, and doesn't bother elaborating on whether or not it's a joke. Instinctively, Mikah has half a mind to view it as such given the elf's tone. However--rather than take it lightly and eventually regret that choice, the thief elects to not do that and treads carefully when they leave the elf's side. They aren't overly cautious… but they do stop here and there when they think they hear something far off in the surrounding woods ( rustling leaves and what they thought was a snapped twig ) just to be safe.

When they return, they're met with an already burning fire, a pot already bubbling with stew, and two small cups with spoons set up on the ground. Dark brows rise and fall in the time it takes them to place what they'd gathered off to the side for later…if that was even necessary.

“…Looks like you've got everything under control.” they say softly, eyes eventually drifting over to the still covered elf — flexing and rubbing their hands

The rouge gives Myles a grateful nod paired with a low “Thank you.” as they accept the small cup and spoon. Like their companion, they take a seat next to the fire with their food. However, they lacked the luxury of having a cloak draped about their frame… and now that the sun was setting, it was getting much cooler. As versatile as their current clothing was, it didn't offer much in the way of keeping them warm without some help.

They greatly underestimated what they needed out here….

“…No — not anytime recently, at least.” they say with a low exhale, stirring their stew around with their spoon “I've never had any reason to so… I stayed in the city were I was comfortable.”

“Any time I have left the city, I typically didn't have to travel very far and thus didn't really have to deal with…“ They pause to vaguely gesture around them with one hand. “….this.”

Only when their hand returns to the cup they held do they start eating, taking one or two spoonfuls of soup, chewing, swallowing, and only continuing after that.

“…I don't have much in my pack aside from a few things so If you hand any to spare for the night, I'd appreciate it.”

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[sansloii]

For someone that prides himself on being so keenly aware of everything, that perceptive nature fails him in that moment. For as much of his mind is trained on his injury, how deep the knife is in his side, and on Astra, it remains rattled and focused on the very latter subject — on his former partner. He waits for the other to pull his knife free, waits for him to follow up with another angered stab or jab in his direction. That is what he expected — for the other man to make good on what he'd come here to do.

He did not want to die here and he'd continue to fight if he had to… if, for nothing else, than to make Astra work for the kill he craved.

For a reason that escapes him, though, Astra rips himself back abruptly — faster he can supposedly react in that moment. The other's knife remains lodged in his side, while his is ripped none too gently from Astra's. the action leaves a bit of a mess in its wake… and, for another, similar reason that leaves him rooted to the spot, he just watches as Astra speaks…

…watches as he falls back…

…and does nothing as he watches his partner bleed out in front of him.

Vega's rattled, Astra can tell. And he drinks that knowledge in gleefully, savors it even. Vega's shock, his pain... it almost made him forget the pain Astra was feeling.

Almost. No such luck, really.

And now, he had a choice to make. It was no question that if one of them moved a single inch, then the other would bleed out. Just like last time, it came down to one simple fact: only one of them would be walking away.

The only difference is... call it some instinct, or some inherent knowledge from dying once before, but... something told him that even then, this wouldn't be the end.

No... Astra would take his revenge properly.

"Ah... maybe the bet can wait for next time." Not giving Vega a chance to react, Astra lets his own knife go, before quickly stepping back. A harsh gasp escapes him when the movement rips the knife from his side, before the sound dissolves into breathless giggles.

"Fine... fine. You'll have the win this time. But Vega... my Vega. You know, don't you? There's no way this is the end. Not anymore~"

When Astra falls back on the ground, it's with a twisted smile on his face.

[silkchvffon]

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SHIT. THAT'S WHAT THIS IS AND HOW SHE FEELS. and the vacation had been going so well too — dj had fallen into the pace of jaiden's family so fast, baking gingerbread cookies side by side with his mother, laughing at the numerous baby pictures of jai, being presented a matching christmas sweater. she had felt at home, which she doesn't much at all anymore. and then she'd fucked it all up. she's pacing outside of his bedroom door, unsure of where to even begin her sorry excuse of an explanation. truth is she'd kissed him because she wanted to. because it felt right — nothing's ever felt so right, and yet now her stomach hurts like she's swallowed rocks. she feels so stupid in her short light blue lace nightgown, even if he's seen her in it more times than she cares to count. everything feels weighted now. purposeful. bigger. she knocks rapidly before she loses whatever little bravery she's mustered, and when he opens dj can barely meet his eyes. « hi, sorry, i uh — can we — can we talk ? »

[ryeonah]

          ❛ What question can I ask of the thing I am? All I have done and failed to do. The furrows I tear with my grief-mouth, a map of myself carved by my own horns. ❜  

[vindicain]

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“ that's quite the assumption to make. ”

it's the first time in recent history cain's heart has beat this fast - outside of more physically demanding situations, anyway. they're nudged up against the door frame, arms crossed over their chest. it's not quite achieving the picture of nonchalance that they're aiming for, but they're trying. their pulse thuds in their temples, the deep line between their eyebrows belying the steadiness of their small, bemused smile.

he thinks of the knife he'd been sharpening in the front room, wonders if he could get to it in time. probably not. his gaze drops rapidly, comes back up. no gun.

it doesn't settle his nerves one bit.

“ i hope you have something a little better than you seem familiar to follow up with. ”

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[jfouler]

"Yeah. The boss," he mutters. Always saying a tad too much… he takes another second to mentally scold himself for it before he stares in irritation at the mask of the other man - unreadable.

"Fine." His hand rests on the grip of his gun (...one of them) in the holster at his hip. "I'll tell ya, alright. Only if you can promise you're really gonna be honest."

"The boss?" Antares echoed. If he can't find out about anything of this place from the only other person with him at the moment, he supposed he might as well ask about the guy himself.

" So you're working for someone, huh? This your usual fare?" He drew a finger across the surface of a nearby desk. The dust was thick.

"How 'bout we cooperate a lil' here?" This was a bit of a risk he was taking here. But it's a risk for the other as well. "You tell me what you're here for and I'll tell you why I'm here. And maybe we can help each other out."

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It wasn’t often for Cross to come home.

Well, at least, not anymore. He’d leave before the sun rose, returning long after it set. You used to wait for him, staying up into the late hours of the night, but now? You barely bothered. He’d stumble through the door, mumbling something vague before disappearing into the bedroom or onto the couch without so much as a glance your way.

You understood—you really did. Cross was busy, whatever his job was, it demanded a lot from him. He hadn’t exactly shared the details, and you’d stopped asking after the first dozen times he dodged the question. But no matter how much you tried to rationalize it, it was starting to gnaw at you.

At first, it was just a pang of sadness. Then it became annoyance, maybe even anger. You weren’t one of those cliché lovers who needed constant attention—far from it, actually. You valued your independence, enjoyed your solitude. But this was beginning to feel less like space and more of a...neglect.

He was your lover, wasn’t he? You were supposed to be partners, but lately, it felt like you were the only one holding onto that thread. Every time he came home, he avoided you. No more soft conversations over breakfast, no stolen moments in the afternoon. Just excuses, avoidance, and silence.

The worst part was, you’d started to get used to it. Slowly, your love for him had dimmed, like a flame starved of oxygen. You found yourself becoming comfortable in your own company again, just as you had before Cross ever came into your life. It wasn’t a sudden fall out of love—it was gradual, quiet and subtle. You no longer saw him as your lover, just someone who passed through your life occasionally—acquaintance.

Eventually, you couldn’t do it anymore. The words weighed heavy on your tongue as you prepared yourself, sitting at the edge of the bed. Cross had just come home, dragging his feet, knives still strapped to his side. You waited until he was settled, cleaning his weapons at the table.

“Im breaking up with you.”

...

Cross always thought he was the luckiest skeleton in the entire multiverse.

Of all the infinite versions of himself—sometime's even far, far, better than him—of all the different timelines and universes, he was the one who had found you. He was the one who had you by his side, as beautiful and perfect as you were.

Not even the original version of him—the one from the timeline he could never go back to—had what he did. and that made him feel so special.

Even now, as he wiped the blood from his knives, his mind was filled with thoughts of you. He knew he wasn’t home nearly as much as he should be. Every time he left, there was a pang of guilt that dug deep into his bones. He hated leaving you behind, but what choice does he have? His boss wouldn’t hesitate to come after you if he comes to the conclusion that cross was 'slacking off'' of his work due to his lover. Hell, it was merely a stroke of luck that nightmare decided to not only keep you alive and well, but also provide protection —unbeknownst to you— even knowing his distaste for 'distraction' that attaches to those on his side.

This, of course, was a constant weight on his mind — a sense of indebted. Forcing him to swore his loyalty and obedience to the latter even againts his will. But at least, while he was out there doing Nightmare’s dirty work, you were safe, and that's all that ever matters.

While he couldn’t spend time with you like he wanted to, he could make sure nothing— absolutely nothing—harmed you. The Star Sanses? No threat. Any danger from outside your universe? He handled it.

And on the rare nights he did return? When you were already asleep? Those were slowly becoming his favorite moments. Cross would sit at the edge of the bed or crouch beside you, watching you sleep peacefully. He’d run his fingers through your hair, brushing your cheek, whispering softly to your unconscious form. Confessions of love, of guilt. He’d wish for a world where the two of you could just live a domestic, quiet life—where he didn’t have to kill for survival or settle in the constant state of paranoia— again.

He didn't want the history to repeat itself ever again now that you're here. God, he couldn't even imagine what will happen to him if you're no longer on his side to keep him sane.

But alas, he couldn’t give you that, yet. So, he settled on making you safe instead, hoping you’d understand one day.

...

"Im breaking up with you."

The sound of sharpening knives stopped abruptly. Cross froze, his back still turned to you, as if your words had doused him in cold water. Slowly—almost mechanically—he turned his skull in your direction, his pinprick eye shrinking to a tiny dot before flickering in and out like a dying lightbulb. There was something unsettling about the way he stared at you. For a brief second, his usual stoic expression faltered, a flash of... something. Confusion? Betrayal? Fear? But then, he laughed nervously, trying to play it off as a joke.

"Hahaha... t-that’s a good one, darling. You almost caught me,” he stammered, his grin unnaturally wider than the usual as he tried to shake off the tension.

"I’m not joking, Sans,” you replied, your voice steady despite the unease creeping into your gut.

Y-yeah, sure, whatever you say.” He turned back to his knives, trying to focus on his task, but his hands phalanges trembled.

“Sans, listen to me. I wasn’t—”

CRRK!!

The dagger in his hands broke in half as Cross shot to his feet, staring at the shattered blade as if it had betrayed him. His breathing grew uneven as he slowly turned toward you again, his eye flickering with a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite place.

“Why?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper as he took a hesitant step forward. You took a step back instinctively. "Why are you saying this...?"

You tried to explain, though the words didn’t come easily. You told him how you felt—how distant things had become, how lonely you were. How the relationship was falling apart and you both are better off no longer being in each other.

But every time you spoke, Cross took another step forward, his hand reaching out as if to grab onto you, and you found yourself taking another step back.

In a blink, he was in front of you, faster than you could process. Then, there was a small 'ping' sound before you felt yourself flung backward, slamming into the nearest wall that knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands gripped your shoulders, hard enough to hurt, as his face hovered inches from yours.

"Oww-! Sans what the fuck—!?"

His bony hands gripped your shoulders tightly, an anchor that pinned you in place. “Just LISTEN to me first darling. You have to understand—” Tears began to stream from his eye sockets, glistening like pearls against his skeletal face. “I DON'T have a choice” he cried, his voice cracking with desperation. “It’s all for you! To make you safe! Please, you NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT!!”

You tried to pull away, but his hold only tightened.

His knees buckled, and you stumbled as he dragged you down with him, his hands still clinging to you like a lifeline.“No, no, please— reconsider!! I-i’ll try to change, I’ll do whatever you want—I’ll beg, I’ll be on my knees forever, just—please?”

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Not nice to say, maybe— “But it’s true,” Qiao Ling counters, just as quick to maintain the banter. She’s always enjoyed doing this with him… moving from one lighthearted jest to another. It keeps the spirit of mutual pestering alive. She wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

Qiao Ling returns to the counter and continues to sort the things she bought, tucking most of them into the appropriate drawers. Her back stays turned to Cheng Xiaoshi and she’s silent until she hears him get to his feet. From the corner of her eyes, she catches his retreating form. “Don’t take too long!” she calls after him. “I’ll need help down here when you’re done.”

Technically, she doesn’t. She could have most everything organized, put away, and tended to for him by the time he comes back downstairs. Yet, she finds she doesn’t want to rush. Spending a little time together getting the studio in tip-top shape could be nice. If Cheng Xiaoshi feels up to it, too, it means she’ll be sticking around long enough to lend him an ear.

He huffs at her, but nevertheless despite his attitude to being singled out for doing things he shouldn't including looking like a soaked puppy he let it be, he supposes it serves him right for standing in the rain. Anyway she's worried and he knows that, hearing her footsteps, not paying particular attention. He didn't exactly expect Qiao Ling to do this but appreciated it and very much leaned in a bit like a dog getting a pet.

A soft smile as she does so, making a hum. "That's not nice to say to me." He replied in a joking manner, despite everything happy for Qiao Ling being there. Sighing he didn't bother answering, knowing he should actually get up and go change into warmer clothes, it was better than sitting here with wet ones on. He definitely catch a cold or worse if he stayed in them wouldn't he? "I suppose so."

He got up to do exactly that or at least change his clothes, walking to the stairs and starting up them to change and we'll just feel less like he's in a fuzzy as he is.