postictal: (this is my fault)
Tim W█████ ([personal profile] postictal) wrote2016-09-14 10:01 am
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postictal: (i have too many "tim is sad" caps tbh)

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[personal profile] postictal 2017-10-25 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's an earnest attempt, but it falls flat. There's a long moment of sustained silence, where Tim says nothing, and nothing issues from his end but the quiet cadence of his breathing - no longer quite so ragged, but just as exhausted.]

[Until...]

I'm sorry.
mypartnerintime: (Go fuck your selfie)

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[personal profile] mypartnerintime 2017-10-25 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[That catches her off-guard. She didn't expect moment of vulnerability between both of them.]

...Honestly, I-... [But she's not sure what to say. Eventually all the shit in life gets piled high enough that it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe you start to feel that things will get better- and then something like this snaps it away from you. What did you expect? Chloe showed up and left again to die. Max was just starting to get used to that, to her new crappy lifestyle... So of course something like this would come up.]

...I'm just too exhausted to process it right now. Don't worry about it. It's not you.
postictal: (barely got a lid on it)

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[personal profile] postictal 2017-10-25 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's nice of her to say it. But he knows that it is. Like it or not - it is him. It was his head that inflicted this on her. It was his nightmare, his problem, his words, his brain that ravaged her.]

[That, and Alex's words. Maybe long before Tim himself ever came along.]

[The thought isn't comforting.]

Like it or not, it is.
mypartnerintime: (Go bullies...)

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[personal profile] mypartnerintime 2017-10-27 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[She considers arguing with him about it, repeating the whole "it's not your fault" thing. But... god. It's all too much already.]

Let's just... agree to disagree, Tim. [And get ready for the shit show.]
postictal: (a history with fire)

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[personal profile] postictal 2017-10-27 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[...fine.]

[He's taken up enough of her time. He and Alex both have monopolized enough of her memories, enough of her mind, annexed enough of her thoughts between the two of them, to last her a lifetime.]

[To last them both.]

Either way, I... [He's already apologized. What else can he do?] Just...tell me. If you need anything.
mypartnerintime: (Kiss me!)

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[personal profile] mypartnerintime 2017-10-27 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Yup. [Her voice is a little clipped. She feels like she wants to add something. Another apology, or some kind words, or... fuck. Something that actually helps. But she has no idea what that is.

So instead she shuffles the phone awkwardly from one hand to the next. And back again.]

So I'll... see you around.

[Perfect words to end a life-changing conversation.

FML.]
postictal: (dirty dirty unwashed hair)

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[personal profile] postictal 2017-10-27 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
...yeah.

[He hangs up. God, fuck this. Fuck their entire lives.]
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