ghostthatlingers: (These are my idiots)
Agent Texas ([personal profile] ghostthatlingers) wrote2018-08-29 10:22 pm

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"You've reached Tex. Say what you need and I'll get back to you."
 
motherfucking_ghost: (welcome to every god damn day)

[personal profile] motherfucking_ghost 2014-09-27 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"And you never had to do it alone for as long as you did." She probably had to. How much time did she spend trying to find him? But why did she never seem to stay once she did? Would he have been more likely to believe her if the news came from her?

Too many what if scenarios, and they're all fucking bullshit. He's had enough of that for a couple hundred lifetimes, thanks.
motherfucking_ghost: (welcome to every god damn day)

[personal profile] motherfucking_ghost 2014-09-30 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
He wishes it didn't matter. It doesn't, and he knows it doesn't, that he just needs to accept everything and move on, but that's not so simple right now. It's important to him right now, so it matters. He can't make it not matter in this moment.

It takes a few iterations of Church to learn how to let go. It was never this one.

But for now: "Yeah. We are. Hey, this place isn't so bad. We have bodies. Really nice bodies. And we're not stuck in a canyon. Or the Meta's head."
motherfucking_ghost: (yeah. that's right. I'm a gay robot.)

[personal profile] motherfucking_ghost 2014-10-01 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
An actual, genuine smile shyly appears on his face, exhausted but there when he leans in for a small kiss. "Thanks for trying to unfuck my head. Maybe I'm just fighting an errant line of code plugged into my head or whatever, but--thanks. For putting up with me." His head might be swimming in distracting thoughts and memories, but she is his lifeline.

He has to wonder just how long she's been that for him without him knowing.
motherfucking_ghost: (feels like home)

[personal profile] motherfucking_ghost 2014-10-02 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have full permission to be your normal, angry, why-the-fuck-is-she-with-him self in public. Who wants to know about all the soft cuddly bits? Gross."