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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[lostyourheart]

Forgive me. I go too far.

Your reasons are your own. Of course. And I know well enough that love is no consideration of merit in these affairs, no matter how much I might wish it for you.

[loyalless]

[ ... ]

Understand, I don't

[ ... ]

No, you. Are well within your rights to speak.

And you aren't mistaken; I am not in a position to [ ... ] entertain thoughts of affection in my future decisions. Nor did I expect to find anything of the kind. I thought I burned the last of those hopes after that bastard You have been a welcome surprise. And more momentous than that word suggests, of course. Far more lasting. Dearest, I believe you'll linger with me all my days never mind what else may happen.

I expect I'll have little use for any trace of my heart beyond your stay. Still, it's [ ... ] nice that it's gotten some use.

What I have with you is new. I won't say I've been wholly without [ ... ] affections. But all were brought to damage nothing soon enough, and that I have never felt so utterly [ ... ] seen or welcomed as I do in your regard.

Rarely (never) have I felt so [ ... ] crucial.

You have reached for me in ways no other has, my love. Nor would I welcome any touch beyond your own.

[lostyourheart]

[ There's a delay. Katrina contemplates here the things he has revealed in that message: the life he has lived, and the one extending before him, barren of any warmth. Likely barren of any kindness.

He needs kindness and warmth. He is one of those particular men who, in its absence, grows bitter. Grows frightened, and cold, and lost. Hasn't she seen men like that before, often marching off seeking a fight against manufactured foes? (Hasn't she seen them returned home, and buried?)

But what can she do, when their paths are carved out unalterable before them? ]

I will ever reach for you, and ever exalt in you. Place an ocean between us and I will still pray your name in the darkness, at hours when I know you might be listening. I will still seek you out in dreaming.

In what ways I can, I would make a kinder world for you.

You have made my own world softer, you know. What I thought was long lost and forgotten has been revived, made new and beautiful. Perhaps such beauty is never meant to last. Perhaps that is why I seem ever to lose what I For me, there will never again be this; no one could compare to you.

Well. To have had it for a moment is enough. Surely, it is enough.