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[thetyrant]

[A game. This has showed no signs of happening for months so far, and Logan does not like it. The change in circumstances upsets and destabilizes him, already teetering on the precipice of sanity. There are fine tremors in his shoulders, and he keeps clenching and unclenching his right hand. He's aware of the tic, for once, but doesn't seem able to stop it. His voice, when he speaks, is tense, despite the attempt at a casual tone.]

Bit sudden, don't you think?

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[immorally]

Really, my dear, that is the last thing you should be complaining about.

[That voice might be a bit familiar, but the man it's coming out of is certainly different.]

At least a game means you get to have fun.

[Someone might be a bit butthurt about being stuck in the headspace for so long.]

[thetyrant]

A game means she gets to have fun. There are no such guarantees for me.

[immorally]

And remaining locked away would be more fun?

[thetyrant]

[It would be safer. He could hide and know that the Crawler cannot reach him. But he can hardly say that to Reaver of all people, can he?]

I was hardly locked away. There were excursions to museboxes.

[immorally]

Well, I suppose there's that. But it's hardly better than being the center of attention and being the favorite. You can only gain that by being in a game.

[....Reaver you will never be the favorite, just saying.]

[thetyrant]

What makes you think I have any desire to be the favorite?

[immorally]

Why wouldn't you want to be the favorite?

[thetyrant]

Not everyone thinks like you, Reaver. A fact that's been an asset to you in the past.

[immorally]

Well if everyone did think like me, this would be a much more interesting world. It's good to see that you're familiar with how I work, however~

[thetyrant]

[Logan is familiar with this whole different timelines thing, but since Reaver's got his little deal with the Court, he doesn't age. Logan can't tell any difference between this Reaver and his own. His head tilts a little, and he frowns.]

You do know me, do you not?

[immorally]

My dear, I never forget a face.

[...okay, that's not exactly the truth, but he doesn't recognize Logan.]

Where would I know you from, hmm?

[thetyrant]

[That explains some things.] Something that likely hasn't happened to you yet.

[immorally]

Are you telling me you know the future? Do tell me you're not related to that horrid blind woman.

[thetyrant]

Not as far as I know. [HAHAHA HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW LOGAN] It seems no one has explained "canon points" to you.

[immorally]

"Canon points"? Go on, this sounds interesting.

[...For now. Let's see how long his attention span lasts...]

[thetyrant]

Essentially, you and I are from different points in the timeline of the same world. You may know my mother, often called Sparrow, or you may be even before that time.

[roadtorule]

[Even after everything that's happened, to see her brother this visibly shaken -- ]

Logan... [She starts to reach out to him, but decides against it, and draws her hand back to her side.] I'm sure everything will turn out fine.

[thetyrant]

[Logan's honestly not sure what would happen if she touched him. He might cry. He might scream. He might accidentally stab her. Or he might feel better. But it's probably better they didn't find out.]

Sister. [An acknowledgment, cool but not cold.] Perhaps, but is that ever the case with these muns?

the speed with which I made an account just for this thread was alarming

[roadtorule]

[Probably, and she's fully aware of this, but that doesn't stop her from wanting to just. ... She doesn't know, really. Hug him. Hold his hand. Maybe just a hand on the shoulder. She's always been the touchy feely sort, but right now, it's... Hard.]

Sometimes, it is. Or so I've heard. You never know, you might just get lucky.

yeeee JOIN US /breathes on

[thetyrant]

[Logan never has been, not really. As children he wanted to stay clean and proper; then when he grew he didn't mind as much but would often shrug her off anyway with a bit of a smile. More recently...well, he's liable to snap if touched by anyone. But somehow he thinks if she took his hand it might...be all right.]

We can hope. [He could use some luck.]

djfkdfjdk /)_(\ I'm always so happy to see active Fable people

[roadtorule]

[An idea occurs to her, and a look of realization crosses her face before she smiles again, this time, a little slyly.]

I tend to have pretty good luck. Maybe I could give you some of mine.

i just have a lot of feelings about this series even though sometimes it's painfully bad

[thetyrant]

[Ah...that look on her face hurts. It's easier to put her in a box. Revolutionary, mother's favorite, traitor, renegade, Hero. And then she sits in front of him and acts like his little sister and he doesn't have the luxury of these emotions, but he's having them anyway, so it hurts.]

Oh? And how do you propose that.

ikr?? god these two are suddenly adorable and I just can't

[roadtorule]

[She immediately thrusts both of her hands out to him, as if she was waiting for him to say that.]

Gimme your hand.

dklgjflkgj god damn it y'all are supposed to be enemies

[thetyrant]

[Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't...smile...FUCK he's totally smiling a little. He'd managed to forget about the clenching, and is a little surprised and a little ashamed to find his left hand clenched into a fist when he lifts them. It takes more concentration than it should to make the hand relax, but then he reaches up and puts his hands in hers, grip firm.]

BUT BUT BUT BUT

[roadtorule]

[She takes his hand in both of hers, closes her eyes, and screws up her face into as goofy an expression as she can manage.

It's to cover up how much this moment means to her. He smiled. She made him smile. They're holding hands. It's... How long has it been since either of those things have happened?

She ends up holding onto his hand longer than intended, longer than would be acceptable. When she realizes this, she turns pink and immediately lets go, but with a flourish, to keep up the act, you know.]

There! That should do it!