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[onefellswoop]

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[citrinesupernova]

Turns out I let slip my track of time and rehearsals approaching sooner than I’d thought. Got to get myself ready for heading out, but a few further words first for you.

Well and for the records, I’ve no grudge against that slipping time. It’ll fly whilst occupied with thoughts, words, and videos of boyfriends, aye? And the swifter it flies, the nearer New York waits. Calling those time slips a benefit, then, and I thank you for them, Talik.

Right, so you’ve said there’s life in my home here, and I like that, like to try to keep that. Bears saying though that there’s life in your own, and moreover that there’s life in you yourself. Talik, looking at you, thinking on you’s like glimpsing at a beacon, shining all the brighter for the fog’s clouds that’ve caught around you, yes? Aye, and there’s more to it, because that light’s as well the sort of glow a candle gives, soft, poignant, no less magnificent nor riveting than the central focus of a wildfire.

Majestic and sustaining, that’s your light, or happens there’s a part of it.

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It fucks me off that you’ve been handled with such disregard and outright malignancy. That the heart of you’s had cause for hiding. That you’ve been driven back into that fog.

Won’t linger on it. Only it’s well past unfortunate. Well beyond fucking unfair and ill given.

What I ask’s you let me keep reviving you. From any murder my own voice might give, that of course, and from whatever past hurts I can beat against. What I promise is I will. Revive as fully as I can, and just as often.

Revivify and Vevay’s not so far apart, aye? Happens you came upon the ideal calling for myself, or one matching my intent.

Here, let’s rise you up out of that haunting straight away. Because nay I won’t have you strangled and there can’t be so much haunting when your boyfriend’s only weeks away. And reaching closer every day, ah fuck me, every minute.

There’s no need for ghosts when your Vevay’s yours, hey?

No room for ghosts, when you’ve your Sergiy, your Dodo, your family, your Vevay all.

We’ll get all things healed, my Talik. I’ve belief in you and I, in us.