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[mislay]

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[mislay]

[ it's really not worth responding to, not when it feels as if they're going in circles because of the same things, and for a while, larus just stares at those words and tries to pretend he doesn't see them. how long would it take casimir to heal and find himself again? months? years? what if he never does? they're all questions larus asks himself even as he glances out the window and decides that he doesn't want to be alone right now. whether it's amiable company or not. ]

you're not the one being punished.
no matter which way you want to look at it, you left. you can't change that fact.

i hope you get what you want.

[casimir]

[ he almost laughs to himself at how bleak this conversation has become. larus doesn’t want to speak to him. he doesn’t even need to be psychic to know that. the emptiness in his chest tells him all he needs to know. he’s the one that left, but he still has the audacity to feel dreadfully alone, almost like he’s a child again, swaying in the belly of a ship heading toward a land that he wasn’t sure would even welcome him. ]

i wish the same for you.
i wish for someone dashing and brave and impressively educated for you.
good-looking, too. brown eyes. long dark hair.
honestly, the hair is a full-time job.

[mislay]

[ any other time, he would appreciate casimir's boldness, but right now, it just feels incredibly flat. larus would rather not think about the possibility of casimir coming back to him because it means he thinks he will when he really doesn't know what to believe. there's not much hope in a guess, and larus wonders if they'll even know each other the day they see one another again. ]

or you could tell me where you are.
it would make things a lot easier.