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howtheyshine) wrote2024-03-11 08:45 pm
howtheyshine) wrote2024-03-11 08:45 pm
SPRING BREEAKKKKK;
He's in the dark. He's in the dark again. A pocket of alive-darkness that he can feel the edges of, he can feel the void that waits.
Well hello there, Yellowhead. We haven't been formally introduced. I'm....
Call me Carmichael.
The laugh that bubbles through the name makes Yellow's soul creep.
You're Kayne.
A silence ripples outward from the nothing-space the voice takes up, a silence deeper than the emptiness of John's unoccupied body. Yel-- Edwin, Edwin curls in on himself, tightening into a tiny knot of spectral energy.
He said the wrong thing, he said the wrong thing, he's going to get hurt--
And how, my little poppet, did you know that.
I-I...
Actually. Know what? Doesn't matter. Sorry to pull the plug on that little experiment so abruptly, but see, I made a deal with your better half--
John!
He can't stop himself. He realizes how stupid the flare of hope is a moment later, when that oppressive empty cold bleak dead cold silent dark silent dark comes creeping back up between him and the voice of Kayne.
I made a deal with him to get him back to Arthur, which means you needed to clear the way.
Of course, I can't be bothered to babysit you.
So you've got a couple of options, here, kid.
Well, two. Which is more like one. Unless you want to go back to the Dark World, in which case--
No-- No, please, I don't care what you want, I'll do it, just--
Okay, okay, Jeeee-sus, stop groveling. It took John a few good centuries to get to that point.
Yellow goes quiet, cowed.
There's this guy I want you to meet. He's like the worst version of Arthur got all the color sucked out of it and given eternal life.
Wh... What?
Well, technically you did meet him. I guess now he gets a chance to meet you, since he's so fucking eager to lick the feet of a god.
The unhinged laughter rings in Yel-- Edwin, Edwin, Edwin's ears as he feels the world get abruptly smaller and his senses get stripped back to shadows.
Well hello there, Yellowhead. We haven't been formally introduced. I'm....
Call me Carmichael.
The laugh that bubbles through the name makes Yellow's soul creep.
You're Kayne.
A silence ripples outward from the nothing-space the voice takes up, a silence deeper than the emptiness of John's unoccupied body. Yel-- Edwin, Edwin curls in on himself, tightening into a tiny knot of spectral energy.
He said the wrong thing, he said the wrong thing, he's going to get hurt--
And how, my little poppet, did you know that.
I-I...
Actually. Know what? Doesn't matter. Sorry to pull the plug on that little experiment so abruptly, but see, I made a deal with your better half--
John!
He can't stop himself. He realizes how stupid the flare of hope is a moment later, when that oppressive empty cold bleak dead cold silent dark silent dark comes creeping back up between him and the voice of Kayne.
I made a deal with him to get him back to Arthur, which means you needed to clear the way.
Of course, I can't be bothered to babysit you.
So you've got a couple of options, here, kid.
Well, two. Which is more like one. Unless you want to go back to the Dark World, in which case--
No-- No, please, I don't care what you want, I'll do it, just--
Okay, okay, Jeeee-sus, stop groveling. It took John a few good centuries to get to that point.
Yellow goes quiet, cowed.
There's this guy I want you to meet. He's like the worst version of Arthur got all the color sucked out of it and given eternal life.
Wh... What?
Well, technically you did meet him. I guess now he gets a chance to meet you, since he's so fucking eager to lick the feet of a god.
The unhinged laughter rings in Yel-- Edwin, Edwin, Edwin's ears as he feels the world get abruptly smaller and his senses get stripped back to shadows.
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It's basic fucking courtesy. But there's a few emotions, sensations, no answers before-
Sorry. I have to concentrate. It's getting dangerous.
I'll talk when I can.
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He's busy for a moment before-
I want to get to love you.
And then the connection is severed as he needs to focus on taking care of Arthur.