PC: BEAU

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[There's a shitton of string lights and you know how they always get mad tangled like instantly now he's just trapped. A moon bounces off his head and skitters away.]

What!

[LAUGHING.]

Being a wizard is terrible! I don't want this!

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[ she's just laughing at this, because there are lights tangled in his horns and also somehow her arm is swallowed by lights, and this is stupid. ]

How the fuck does Caleb manage this, we can't even cast a fucking light spell - it's a godsdamned cantrip--

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I don’t know! I don’t know how Caleb does anything at all! The man can read a book in three minutes! I can’t barely make it through one of those—- Texts! Fuck!

[Christ!!!!!! Trying to tug them out, but it sort of yanks his head to the side and he curses, but is still also laughing because this is stupid. Eventually he manages to free himself, just tossing the lights off as far away as possible.]

. . . I really miss everyone.

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[ she helps kick the lights away, laughing with him - but once they're all pushed to the side and she's free, she just... sighs. ]

It's dumb, because it hasn't been very long, but... me too? [ she presses her shoulder to his for a second. ] We're gonna go back to them, though.

Yasha's gonna lose her shit. Did you know she's an angel?

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[It hasn’t been very long for Molly either, at least from his perspective. He’ll just sling an arm over her shoulder back, leaning back.]

Of course!

[the answer is not in the sense Beau is saying, but obviously Yasha is a perfect angel?]

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[ she startles, just a little, but - hey, she's fine with this. she leans against him. ]

No, I mean like, a literal one. She has wings, dude, they're... they're really pretty.

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[Wow Beau you are crushing so hard that is hilarious. Anyway, he looks very excited by this?]

You mean as in . . . feathers and not slightly terrifying skeletal ones?

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Yeah - yeah, she -- ah, fuck, man, you've missed so much.

[ her heart clenches in her chest, tight, but she stays smiling. ] She got her feathers back. And her hair is starting to grow back white, too.

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[There’s a moment where he seems to tense up, because? Yeah? He’s clearly missed so, so much, and he didn’t think it’d be that . . . bad. This deal, it would work out and he’d go right back to the moment he left, and it would be like it never happened. But this much is making it clear that he left. And the world moved on without him.

Then he just swallows that and buries it. Fuck it. It won’t matter.]

. . . So have you kissed her yet or do you just think about it constantly?

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[ she's going to hold him a little more tightly, but then he teases her and she splutters. ]

-- No! No, shut the fuck up! [ ... no, you know what!! ] We're supposed to go on a date. If you must know.

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[Me, who had a strong suspicion of your cursed canon point, now having it confirmed: oh n

molly: wehehe]

I absolutely must know! I’ll have a lot to catch up on!

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[ also me: wehehe ]

We're... in the middle of something. [ she says, glancing away. ] But once that's through, we're gonna figure it out.

-- I think she tried to write me a poem, but... [ oh no she's getting emotional about it again. ] It was a letter instead, and, um.

[ she rubs furiously at the back of her neck. aaaaaah. ]

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In the middle of something?

[ e x p l a i n

but, also.]

As I’ve always said, her charm is truly immeasurable. [ He felt bad a moment ago, but honestly hearing about how Yasha seems to be able to be happy, to move on from all the shit that happened to her, how they’re all looking after each other. That’s nice to hear too.] I really am very happy for you both. She . . . I’m sure you both deserve it. Of course, if you do anything at all to hurt her, I will bleed you dry.

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[ casually ignores that first part haha ]

Shit - no, I would never! [ she says, hurriedly. ] I would fuck myself up before I hurt her, she's - she's...

[ gross, beau is bright red. clears her throat, and then, in her best bravado: ] I like her a lot. You're gonna get sick of us when you come back.

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[that’s fine they can just keep hype-manning yasha]

I’m sure I will! I’m greatly looking forward to throwing cold water on you!

[shut up molly like theyve never had to throw cold water on you]

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[ she shoves him, grinning. ]

Whatever. I seem to remember you never getting payback for kicking Fjord out of his own room, so it's not like you can say shit.

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I didn’t kick him out! He left! I told you that all of you were welcome to join.

[ This is just the horrible college roommate rebuttal to that argument. ]

Ah well. The rooms here are separated. [Scratching at his face.] Don’t actually like it that much. Bit lonely.

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Gross.

[ blehhh. but the second part gets her to jab him in the side. ] You could stay in my room if you want, you know. Gojou's not a terrible roommate.

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You do know that hurts every time!

[He is going to be bruised by this end of this.]

I’ll pop in. Couldn’t hurt to introduce myself either. He’s one I haven’t met yet.

[ . . . Anyway.]

Beau?

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[ she grins, but he's just going to have to deal with her beating him up. this is how she shows affection.

a pause, then: ]

Yeah?

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[his face drops a bit, a little guilty, almost? because this is clearly not going to be easy for either of them.]

I think I need you to tell me the thing that you clearly aren’t telling me.

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[ ah.

she looks away. ]

Fuck. Um. [ should she lie? she doesn't feel like she can. like she should. ] ... You sure you don't wanna pretend for a while more?

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[He pauses and looks down at his hands. He seriously considers it? Maybe it would be good to pretend for a while. Pretend until he literally can’t anymore. And then keep trying anyway. That’s how he’s always lived, comfortable in the bullshit.

Then again.]

Better to go ahead and rip the arrow out rather than let it stay and fester.

[Actually, that’s the opposite of all good medical advice. But still.]

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[ she thinks about not telling him, because - she's not sure that it'll do him any good. he didn't want to remember anything about his past self, about the man he was before now. beau didn't want to learn anything about lucien.

but they're here now. and if everything works... well. she won't have to deal with lucien again. ]

Lucien came back to haunt us. [ she says finally, glancing at him. ]

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[Yeah, this was a mistake. There’s a reason he said the truth is vicious. Here it is, on his heels, claws tearing into his back. It’s come to collect its toll. He always says these things and then . . . who can resist just the one peek behind the curtain. The cracking of the box to see just a glimpse of the inside, knowing you won’t be able to put it back exactly the same way.

He’s quiet for a moment, not visibly reacting beyond just the stone cold silence while he clicks into place a few things. That makes sense, doesn’t it? He hates how it makes sense with the thing she’s said, unintentionally or not.]

. . . Alright. We can go back to pretending now.