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fromthedeskof-darkiplier · 6 days ago
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How did you know you were in love with Mr. Warfstache? Also how long have you and Mr Warfstache been married?
How did I know?
...When I heard him laugh.
When the dust was finally able to settle after the firestorm tore through our lives... when everything was turned on its head, or otherwise torn to ribbons in front of our eyes, being dragged from one prison of existence to another, hopeless to wrest our fates back into our possessions, blinded by rage and panic, the searing, burning agony of futility holding my body and mind hostage, like barbed wires were where my very veins used to be...
But then... then, when we were reunited... when we were somehow able to find eachother again, past the mountain of despair that was dropped between us... Well, it was a surprise as it was seeing him so suddenly after being at the mercy of the Void for so long, a reluctant tourist in its curated worlds of torment...
I was so sure it would take at least an eternity to feel alright again.
And then I heard him laugh.
After everything he'd been through. Everything that was thrown at him. All the undue blame that he was saddled with. I had no time to even make an assumption of what became of him, but I would never in a thousand dimensions have guessed a man who could still laugh.
And it was a real laugh. Not a forced laugh, not laughter born of mania, but an honest-to-goodness jovial laugh.
And... well... that instilled some hope in me. Because if Wil could pick himself up, regardless of how much time and effort it took to on his behalf, and find some joy in the face of it being written on the very fabric of the Universe that he wasn't destined for it... Then, maybe, so could I.
Maybe there was something salvageable from what was left of all of us. And after being granted the mercy of reunion, maybe we -- Abraham, the Attorney, Wilford and, yes, even myself -- could learn to move forward together. Maybe it'd even eventually feel like second nature, to allow the joy a place in our existences without inhibitions.
I hope that answered your question.
-D
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