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Vanya Hargreeves ([personal profile] gigue) wrote2037-03-08 08:22 pm
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[personal profile] obediences 2019-12-08 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's so much else Luther could say but can't, won't. That he had seen that moment again when the Chalice had rewound the film of his life and paused over his greatest regrets. That he still thought some kind of mitigation was the right idea, but where he had gone wrong was the abject betrayal. Not tackling it together. Not talking to her about it first. That she had come to him looking for solace, for help, had collapsed into his arms with sobbing relief, thinking that her big brother was finally listening—

And he had betrayed her.

It's a line he can't uncross, a bridge he can't walk back over, but. He's trying, in some way. And it's almost a surprise when Vanya actually answers. He'd almost been expecting her to just read it and delete it. Skitter away.
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I honestly don't know.
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[personal profile] obediences 2019-12-08 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ The minutes wear on and on, with that typing indicator appearing then disappearing then appearing then disappearing. And then, in the end, it's just gone entirely.

The minutes wear on. When Luther finally decides that this time there really isn't anything else coming, he lets out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding. Tosses his communicator aside and collapses back on his bed, exhales. Forces his entire body to relax, loosen those muscles that had wound tighter and tighter like a spring. He tells himself that at least Maurtia Falls is (hopefully) still standing.

As first tries go, it could have gotten a lot worse.

Could've gone a lot better, too, but. It's a start.
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