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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.]

Comments

[shortcircuits]

[this is the bestttt]

[he wraps his arms around him]

[rideordie]

Ahh. You feel good. It feels right.

[keeping Waver tucked close]

[shortcircuits]

Rider . . .

[why are you saying such sweet things to me? Waver's voice is choked]

[rideordie]

[Maybe he's just enjoying the moment. Strokes Waver's hair, just radiating contented pleasure]

[shortcircuits]

[doesn't . . . want to move, or say anything, in case this stops?]

[rideordie]

Hey. What's on your mind?

[shortcircuits]

I love you.

[. . . fuck.]

[rideordie]

[runs a hand over the top of his head] Yeah.

[shortcircuits]

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

[rideordie]

Mm. I'm glad.

[shortcircuits]

[. . . a muffled little laugh. he shifts closer.]

Is that so.

[rideordie]

Of course. It's a gift, isn't it?

[shortcircuits]

So long as it's welcome, I suppose.

[rideordie]

Eagerly. Let me honor it.

[shortcircuits]

[. . . shakily nods]

[rideordie]

[kisses the top of his head, cuddling him in closer]

[shortcircuits]

[. . . cracks a smile after a moment. Iskandar can probably feel the shift, even though he's still looking at the top of Waver's hair. all that hair.]

Not anti-climactic at all.

[rideordie]

[rumbles a laugh] I'd hoped it wouldn't be.

[shortcircuits]

You know me.

[rideordie]

I think I do. [brushes knuckles against his cheek, through all that hair] Yeah.

[shortcircuits]

[leans into that touch, expression positively blissful]

[rideordie]

[now that's a good sight. Brushes hair away from his face]

[shortcircuits]

[smiles up at him]

Mm . . .

[rideordie]

Mmm.

[agreeing]

[shortcircuits]

[sighs . . .]

How long do you think you'll be like this?