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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

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[starspangledman]

It's me. I'm here.

[framing Vasily's face in his hands, holding him]

[divasterous]

[a little bit of blood trails from the corner of his mouth]

Steve— . . .

[starspangledman]

[wipes that away, intent on him]

Are you all right?

[divasterous]

Ah. Um. Do you still love me?

[starspangledman]

I love you—are you okay, Vas?

[divasterous]

I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't leave me.

[starspangledman]

[pulls Vasily in against his chest]

I'm not going to leave you, it's all right.

[divasterous]

[heaves a sobbing breath like he could cry, but . . . you know]

[starspangledman]

[rubbing at his back, pressing his face into Vasily's hair]

It's all right, Vas.

[divasterous]

Is it, though!?

[voice cracking. he wraps his arms around Steve tightly, clinging on]

[starspangledman]

I think—there's some things I'd like to know, but I don't thing it changes things.

[divasterous]

I'm—I'm sorry you had to find out that way. I wasn't really . . . I didn't mean to—

[starspangledman]

I know.

I know you weren't trying to keep things from me.

[divasterous]

I mean, let's be honest, I was a little.

[starspangledman]

[quiets, rubbing at his back]

It isn't something that sounds like it's easy to bring up.

[divasterous]

Steve. Steve, Steve . . .

[staring up at him]

[starspangledman]

Vasily?

[looks down at him]

[divasterous]

. . .

You forgive me?

[starspangledman]

I do, yes.

[divasterous]

[sags against his chest, shoulders heaving with a little gulping sob again]

I was so scared.

[starspangledman]

That I wouldn't...?

[divasterous]

That I'd lose you somehow.

[starspangledman]

You won't. I'm with you.

[divasterous]

[. . . squeezes Steve, swallowing hard]

I want to—go get cleaned up.

[starspangledman]

All right.

Do you want me to carry you?