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Onto my boyfriend. c: c:

For starters, he’s that to me and I’m the same to him.

Got others words for each other, also. And other words beyond for future savings, eh, times to be or hope for.

I wake reaching for my phone or else it’s in my hand already, never let it go, and then it’s us back and forth the day through, and truth is I’ve an endless store of words for him and words I want to share his way.

Got more pics of him. >_> May’ve sent some his way of my tattoo, eh, and also that night at that pub with the rude fuck of a bouncer

Showed him Erid c: [ … ] …Might play for him? Said he’d like it, and lord god knows I’d like to do it. Eh, the way I feel music’s guess I’d say vivid, like tremulous most days, but talking with him it’s gone deeper still, I’m playing and feeling strains the way I feel him, from heart to my fingertips.

Fuckin wondrous, what he does to the world, brings it colours into song.

[ … ]

Full disclosure, just spent can’t count how long looking out the window thinkin on him. Fuckin smiling to myself, and Iryna ain’t wrong sayin we’re speaking like teenagers but thing is as well there’s naught wrong with it, nor with feeling butterflies past forty.

Man’s got something of the dork to him, can’t be denied and can only me admired by my own self, valued aye, it’s in my nature needing a bit of that. Lot of that, happens.

Finding it’s in my nature also needing to see his laugh. Hear his laugh, fuckin nearly ended me, and aye, one of those first pics he sent he’s sat with Dodo, she defyin physics and he with a laugh like joy itself.

Still got that one as my lock screen, that’s fact.

Other pic of him, this one other pic’s he his brother and a cousin at the gym and Senan I’m not jesting in the least sayin he can lift 205 kilos goin off his admission, and I’ve nary a doubt it’s so. Mean to find out for myself someday 🥴

J e s u s christ alive the man near to knocked me out this morning, message he sent
Still reeling over that one, apt to be weak kneed the next week. Sheer poetry of the explicit’s what it was. Eh don’t mean graphic nor what’s the tab a slot b shite, there’s place for that but it grows old right quick and fuck me there’s naught but newness to the ways he talks flirtation.

(Might be right to apologise here to yourself, but I’m not an ounce of sorry so best I can do’s salute you for followin this far and through the risque thicket.)

Here’s a thing, and you know I go mardy spending enough time around anyone with an overflow of brains and status, that about he having a name for himself aye, but fuck me if he ain’t bright beyond bright, and fuck me as well, talkin with him I don’t feel less than, eh, not too fuckin dense myself. [ … ] More properly stated, it don’t cross my mind at all, that about my own intelligence ~~or eh lackings thereof~~, when he and I’re speaking. This after only a week, aye? It’s unprecedented, is what it is.

And, truth, unprecedented’s what he is.

Then and on his son [ … ] eh, look I know all’s early and living’s got a way for coming between what is and what ought to be. Aye it’s been a week but as well eh I don’t care much a fuck and like you said, what good’s in hesitating here? Beyond what’s needed, ofc, caution and Sergiy keeping foremost.

But eh. Presuming a future where the contract with her, [ … ] Madeline, where that contract’s proven fucked and over with, and when he gets free of her and all’s secure

We’ve not not been talking future maybes.

Living together. Being [ … ] [ … ] ah fuck me. [ … ] Being a family.

He and I. Sergiy. Dodo.

[ … ]

Just as well, he’s said [ … ] well and might be you can guess this, but eh. He [ … ] isn’t opposed [ … ]

Look, fuck. Said if it were eh, hypothetically. If Liza and Nicky ever need a place and’d like [ … ] and even if it’s a room for visiting? He said he’d welcome them. Love them, aye? Said as well even if, eh [ … ] regardless what happens between he and I, said he’ll do all he can so I can see them again.

[ … ]

[ … ]

Can’t talk on that longer rn I’m thinking, it’s [ … ] Eh you know how it is.

Here, eh. That about living, maybe a future shared somewhere together. There’s been thought on the where and what’d work and eh, ey what’s thinkin, Sen? Room enough for one more Yorkshireman in NYC?

[ … ]

Nah, I’m flummoxed for speakin just now. Sent a novel as it is, more I’d say but truth of the matter’s I’ll need a breath for composing myself.

Here but. Goes for saying and I want to say in all of this

I’ve faith in him, is part what I’m saying.

And I love him, true and certain.

That's Darius, without a doubt. Small, liable to cause nightmares.

Why were you explaining 'twink' to Vitaly? That's his type. He knows well enough what it is.

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Although I suppose he hasn't properly been part of the 'scene' for a decade. Good on you, giving him a robust education.

Trust you me, I know the inherent irony in what I'm about to say:

Vitaly talks too much.

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Thank you for the messages. And [...] the rest.

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Fucking Darius, throwing a tantrum because I won't let him make some grand announcement that Darcy-fucking-Scarlett is my father.

Like as not, he doesn't know what's on just now; who can say when he was ever sober enough to commit it to memory before. I don't like being at odds with him, but I truly am at my wits' fucking end.

Not with him, really.

It's a heap.

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He didn't need to fling himself atop it, little shit.

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You know what they'll say of her, Deforest leading the choir of them at the top of his rancid lungs. More decent than anyone, her, and diametrically opposed in character, him, but she'll be lambasted. Privileges of being a woman, and poor, and having the nerve to be born to a black mother, herself.

It isn't that she'd care, herself. She was masterful at not giving two shits about that talk.

Me, though.

There's already a queue of people circling the block twice who'd like to see Deforest torn into tiny petulant pieces. One word out of him and I'm apt to give them all a reason to celebrate.

It would be so much easier to get through this curled around a bottle of the same shit that ruined my liver in the first place.

[...]

~~That's not fair. The hepatitis played a large role, I imagine.~~

Anyhow.

Nova, what's this about your intelligence, then? Why would you feel anything less than? You're one of the bright ones.

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Have we had this conversation before? This feels familiar. Was I intoxicated? What did I say? Fuck it. I was right.

You trust Vitaly's instincts. Most of them. Don't trust him about women, apparently. But if he's in love with you like you say you are with him, it's not likely at all that he finds you dull. Watch him next time he's around a known lackluster source - Verne, the twins. He's as polite as they come, but after a while, he gets a look on his face like he's trying to hide how painful the conversation's grown.

He can only bear sheer stupidity in the short term.

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You'll be a fine family, the three and then some of you. Presumably there's a sore spot in there same as with Mum just now, so we'll acknowledge they land in the "and then some".

I'm glad to see you so happy, Nova-Love. He's an earnest one who might just deserve the likes of you.

Nah, he worries over you, the both of you or that’s the sound of it. Likely ain’t news to you, many years as it sounds you’ve known him.

wrt Godsmacked, seems like flingin himself onto shitburnt blazes is a perpetual habit, if not the very nature of the man. That and failing to figure in hisself being mortal or those around him having lives and consequences all of their own

Not sure the man knows how to be a man meaning man upon this earth, or else not publicly or not when I’ve seen him. No surprise he’s got shite for interpersonal skills outside whatever it is he’s got for business

That heap and jangled wits you mentioned though. Anything I can do for helping there? Sense I get’s you’ve a lot going on, and if there’s little I can do across the sea, might be something whilst I’m over hey?

One way or any other, you’ll work it out with him. Lord Of The Shitheads he may be, but what’s clear’s he always had a [ … ] dunno if it can be called a soft spot, but an adherence, eh affection, that’s it, for yourself

Called myself a twink is how I got to explaining it and eh, seems he’s just not come across the word itself and Ukrainian’s not got a common equivalent

Working at learning it, by the by. Ukrainian, that is, and ofc and as well learning a Ukrainian c; He the one and only, aye my one and only.

My Talik.

[ … ]

:D

He’s let me call him so, dyou see? Been keeping it back these texts past, but truth’s it’s good to [ …] write out loud, guess there’s no speaking component rn, but I’ll offer up it’s a real right name for speaking to myself and to the walls and any spirit that may hear.

Be good to speak it to him, truth.

[ … ]

Be good to have that family. Fingers crossed and circumstances willing and all [ … ] Aye but even should circumstances tend awry, impression I get’s we’ll find our way. He’s not a man for discarding what it is he ~~loves~~ takes to. Cares for. Loves.

[ … ]

Eh and alongside all that learning, you’re right suggesting I’m doing that teaching as well, and I mean to give Talik all the education he can sustain, which I’m guessing’s a good deal

He does make me feel, eh, bright. Brilliant in a way, that’s so, and not lacking in the least. Leastwise, thus far I don’t get the sense I’ve got him bored or anything like

[ … ]

Fairness sake, anyone can keep ears and mind on Lolly and the girls’ve got the will and patience of the saints. Eh, myself excluded, don’t think it’s patience accounts for that so much as habit and sake of affection. Daft buggers they may be, but they’re my daft buggers, as saying goes.

Aye and then, what’d you say whilst blistered in that convo of yore? Mm, believe it was to do with find Burn Bridge on the map’n you’d give up all the universe’s secrets c;

Nah, think you ken yourself I’d’ve been no more sober, meaning fuck if I recall and any such words’ve gone lost to the ages. That being said, my guess’d be the gist weren’t far from your saying now, as it’s always been yourself giving affirmations that way, eh, about brightness or elsewise.

Appreciate you, Senan. Always and then some.

Ey, you smoke at all these days?

Meaning of the blissed out spliffed up sort. Figure as you can’t spend yourself in drinking, might be we take a night blazed in Moira’s honour. Speaking of her til early hours, yourself Rin and I, whoever else’d be for joining or whoever you’d like there. If it strikes you well at all, ofc

Well and I’ll be gathering the green either way, got to meet up with Fennick for a trade off as is, might as well grab supplies while I’m at it and assuming she’s not skipped town.

[ … ]

Fuck she might’ve done haven’t heard back in days, thinking on it now. Eh well I’ll sort it one way or another, suppliers abound among acquaintances and rogues no worries there

Point bein. Like to spend a night remembering your mum if it suits yourself, no harm no hurt one way or any other.

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