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[bywolves]

[ From here. ]

I feel different. [ Royce says, tilting his head back. Deep, steadying breath. ] Lighter.

Sore, but. I'm glad to be out. [ He shifts to cover Alfie with the blankets, choosing to stay sitting up against the wall for now. ]

[devoutish]

Lighter.

[He repeats, stroking his fingers over Royce's arm. He's happy, he really is, but it's also a little worrying.]

More emotional, then? But not overwhelmed.

[That had always been his worry: that if and when Royce's emotions came back, they'd come back in full force, and would end up being too much for him to deal with.]

[bywolves]

Not overwhelmed. Not - yet.

[ He's a little worried about it, but he feels... okay, right now. Another deep breath, this one a little more shivery. He reaches for Alfie's hand, holding it. ]

There's still weight. I can still feel weight in my chest, but it's less. If that makes sense.

[devoutish]

Good.

[Alfie squeezes his fingers.]

Good. I've missed you.

morning 361, @betterhalf; text

[darkincrement]

[ Since Alfie is cracking jokes on the network, it means that he's doing better. ]

Where are you?

@ASolomons; text

[devoutish]

Who wants to know?

@betterhalf; text

[darkincrement]

This dork will.

[ Did Alfie want a picture? Cause he's getting one of Gabriel being stupidly happy with a feathered snake wrapped around him. ]

@ASolomons; text

[devoutish]

[Awww, sup Gabriel.]

He can contact us himself, then, can't he.

He's back with you, then?

day 382; @tw; text;

[maskintape]

uh hey
I hear you're the guy to talk to about trading stuff
so
does that include things like medication or

[ HI ALFIE ARE YOU A DRUG DEALER ]

@ASolomons; text

[devoutish]

[Oh hello, new favorite person. Please give him a chance to be shady.]

What sort of medication do you need?

[maskintape]

[ S W E E T. Also insert some longass name here that indicates some kind of hellish cocktail of benzos because the actual name of Tim's medication is never offered up in canon. Boo. ]

it's for seizures
so if you have anything else that helps w/those that'll do too
it's the same stuff brian takes if you know him? idk

@dickcheese, audio day 382

[headjacked]

Looks like I forgot to check in with you. Looks like I just plain don't give a shit, doesn't it.

[ The emphasis is there. The bite is not. ]

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

[Oh sup, Rhys.]

Everything's forgiven, mate. How are the two of you?

[headjacked]

[ That's a relief for more reasons than one, and Rhys giggles for a full three seconds before it's cut off.

Hmm. Bandits are painfully dense, says the puppetmaster. ]

Oh, we're fine, if you consider 'murdered by negligence and literal knives' fine. But that's something you can ask Beckett about, if you actually care.

Day 392; action

[bywolves]

[ Things have been a blur, lately. Empty. Nothing is happening - the town feels dead, and Royce doesn't have the energy or the desire to do anything other than just... exist. It's quieter, with just the two of them. Karkat's gone, and hasn't come back.

Most days, Royce doesn't even talk, other than grunts or hums of agreement, disagreement. If he's talked to, he answers, but he's mostly just silent, reading and re-reading the books he took from Karkat's bag. He practically has them memorized.

Two kids that he's lost. Three, maybe. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's another night of silence, Royce on the air mattress, staring down at the book in his hands without really absorbing any of the material. ]

[devoutish]

[Royce hasn't turned a page in about ten minutes. Alfie's been watching, because of course he has; he's been watching Royce a lot lately. He's not sure whether this is regular-flavor depression or the MN variety - but honestly, does it really matter? The end result is, he's pretty sure, the same.

At the fifteen-minute mark, he scoots himself closer to Royce, bumping their shoulders lightly. He doesn't say anything. He's pretty sure he doesn't need to.]

[bywolves]

[ It's a good mix of both, which - at least makes it easier to exist without being bored. He can stare at a wall for hours and time passes quickly. At least there's that. When Alfie nudges him, Royce startles slightly, glancing up at Alfie in an almost confused sort of way. What? What. Oh.

He looks back down at his book, but carefully rests his head on Alfie's shoulder. Hi. He's here. ]

day 399; @guardian; here we fuckin go

[phaseshifter]

[ Okay. This is going to be awkward as heck. So awkward, in fact, that Angel has been uncharacteristically avoidant and has been putting this off for days. But she can deal with awkwardness, right? She's been through worse. Like --

Hm.

Okay, just. Give her a moment.

 

 

 

Okay no never mind this is the worst thing ever. But sometimes sacrifices have to be made, and sometimes those sacrifices include Angel's dignity and the ability to ever look Alfie in the eye ever again.

So.

Here goes.

Gonna do the thing. ]

Hi Alfie!!

[ GOOD START. Nice. Casual. Light. Perfect. Now she just has to, like. Just ask. Ask the thing. Now. Right now. Now is the time to ask the thing that she wants to ask. Now. Ask time. Go! Aaaany time now. Now? Now. ]

 

 

Weather kinda sucks lately, huh?

[ FUCK ]

@ASolomons; text; i'm dead and miserable and what is this

[devoutish]

I wouldn't know Angel, I'm underground.

[badum tish]

THE WORST IS WHAT IT IS

[phaseshifter]

Oh.

[ WELL THIS WAS A FAILURE TIME TO ABANDON THE WHOLE THING BYE ]

 

 

[ goddammit ]

I didn't know that! The tunnels, I'm guessing? Man, I hate those things. They're so effing miserable. Not as miserable as the bunker, I'll grant you, but still. Not being able to see outside? Kinda sucks, right?? That's why I keep hopping out of the bunker for a while. For fresh air. Also to charge the tablets since I can't use my head to do it now too I guess. But mostly for the air!
Which is how I know the weather sucks.
Even though I guess it's always a safe bet, isn't it? I mean it isn't likely that one day we're all going to wake up and suddenly it's bright and sunny outside and the snow has melted!
Which is kinda a bummer. We could touch grass! I miss grass. Do you miss grass?? It's been YEARS for me obviously but I assume I'm not the only one kinda pining for it! Haha.
Speaking of pining, trees! As in pine trees!
I miss trees too. Geez, snow sure does get dull after a while. Imagine being someone who lived here by choice! You'd have to be a little nuts, huh?

[ do you ever type something and then stare at your hands for a while like they've betrayed you by allowing you to spout this unbelievable bullshit

because Angel's doing that rn ]

Day 420ish?

[bywolves]

[ Somehow, they get away from House. Somehow. It takes a lot of moving, of stubbornly keeping on. But when they get out of the tunnels and lose the anomaly, Royce loses that drive. They find a place to stay, they blow up the air mattress, make sure nothing can get in, and then the light in Royce goes out.

He sits against the wall and stares at the floor, eyes hazy and unfocused. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie, exhausted both mentally and physically, sits heavily down on the mattress with a weary sigh. He weighs so little by this point that it barely bounces.]

Oi.

[He holds a hand out to Royce, almost able to reach him but not quite.]

Come up here, eh?

[bywolves]

[ He doesn't reply. Very slowly, he drags himself over to Alfie, eyes still dull. He doesn't look up, either. ]

OOC

[devoutish]

Psst, this is the wrong game's contact post! His WTL post is here (which I should... probably get around to linking in his info post at some point, my bad).