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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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[conflictoftwinterest]

[t-tries to take his hand]

I want to know all about them. I'm sorry, it just... sounded like you were talking like a father, and I'm not... into that...?

[hiswifeahorse]

. . . the intention was that you wouldn't be.

[t-takes his hand]

[conflictoftwinterest]

Is it... all right to ask why? I know I'm not... your lover now, of course...

[BUT WINDS THEIR FINGERS TOGETHER]

[hiswifeahorse]

[clenches his hand, then manages to take a deep breath—swallowing down a spike of grief]

I . . . mourned you for a long time.

I still do.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[a sharp ache there] I'm so sorry, love.

[hiswifeahorse]

I understand what's happening here and now, and I know what happens with you and Stefan. I remember the two of us being here together. I remember . . . and yet.

[conflictoftwinterest]

You remember two things at once?

[hiswifeahorse]

Yes, I do.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Maybe that's why I came back. To answer whatever I could that you didn't know to ask before, or... I don't know.

...I can't not be attracted to you, but if you want me to pretend, I will.

[hiswifeahorse]

No, I don't want that.

[he squeezes his hand again, flushing slightly]

I don't . . . I don't have anything else to ask. Not really.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Well... ...I'm sure Stef will be back soon...

[hiswifeahorse]

That's—not what I meant.

[turning to him, gathering him up in his arms]

[conflictoftwinterest]

[gasps, curling fingers into his shirt]

[hiswifeahorse]

Ashke. You are not unwanted.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[draws a few sharp breaths]

But...? But I'm dead, and you've mourned me?

[hiswifeahorse]

You're in front of me right now.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Yes? Um. I feel as though we've switched positions somehow.

[hiswifeahorse]

[just . . . laughs a little, ducking his head, almost shyly]

I was presented with some new perspectives.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Is that so...

[s-smiling a little, twining fingers into his hair]

[hiswifeahorse]

. . .

[he's. he's very red, but he quickly leans in to give Tylendel a light kiss on the mouth]

[conflictoftwinterest]

[oh BLUSHES]

[hiswifeahorse]

[drawing back almost right away, licking his lips, still close]

Is that—?

[conflictoftwinterest]

[hugs him] Van...!

[hiswifeahorse]

[presses his face into 'Lendel's curls]

Yes . . .?

[conflictoftwinterest]

[muffled] I love you.