generic catch-all [closed]

[ohhmrburnsides]

who: magnus burnsides and CR
what: threads that have nowhere else to go
when: march until... whenever i decide a new catch-all is necessary
where: all over the place
warnings: none for now, will update if necessary

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[ohhmrburnsides]

[Thoughtfully, he takes a sip of his own.]

Now that you mention it—I think it's been eight months for me. I didn't realize it until you said so, but it does kinda feel like... hm. [He's not great at metaphors, give him a second.] Like I'm in the falling action part of the year. Like there's only a few months left. Dang, I might still be here after that.

[He pauses, brings a hand to his chin.]

Do you want to move on?

[scholiast]

Yes, exactly.

(That's the perfect way to describe it. It does feel exactly like the winding down of a cycle, when all of them used to get so restless and eager for somewhere new to be. Lucretia swirls her Bloody Mary thoughtfully.

When she glances up, Magnus is looking at her. Is his expression slightly knowing, or is she just imagining it?)

I... (she hesitates.) Yes? No. I don't know. I should say yes, but...

[ohhmrburnsides]

Why? I mean—why do you think you should want to move on?

[He asks this genuinely, not rhetorically. He's forgotten about his food and drink for the moment. Across is face is a hint of concern, but he hopes it comes across more like attentiveness.]

[scholiast]

(She catches the concern and sighs, running a hand light over the top of her head.)

I don't– I think I have imposter syndrome. I should want to go back home and fix everything- and I do, Magnus, believe me- but... part of me wants to stay.

(It's clear she feels guilty about this. Her posture has grown very tense.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

[He has to pause and think about this one, to avert his gaze into the dead space of the kitchen.]

Actually, I... I mean, yeah, I guess we gotta go home eventually, but. [He pouts a little, looking into his cup without drinking.] But I was having so much fun here I kinda forgot about it.

[Magnus hadn't thought about going home to fix things until this moment, actually. It's clear he feels guilty about that.

When he's done pouting, he looks back at Lucretia.] I want to stay, too. And I'd be real sad if you left without me.

[There's an implied but... at the end of that statement.]

[scholiast]

(It's wild that this is the first time she's really talked about this. Lucretia supposes there have been plenty of distractions, plenty of things she's been able to throw herself into in lieu of having to sit and think.)

I know what you mean.

(A small, guilty silence hangs between the both of them for a moment before Magnus breaks it.)

I'm not– I don't want to leave without you, either. (The thought of this is distressing, actually. She's been living on borrowed time here, and she has no idea when it will run dry and she'll be forced back to just outside of Wonderland, alone and injured and panicked.) I don't want to leave you, or Lup or Barry or Taako. I don't want to leave Beverly.