ASK JEVIL! (And Queen)

ANYWAYS! IF YOU READ THIS, SPAMTON, YOU'RE THE BEST POCKET BUDDY I'VE EVER HAD, HAD!!

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I DONT KNOW. WHAT IS IT

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What the— hey!

You’re not supposed to be back here!!

... I HAVE A BACK STAGE PASS, PASS.

You made a scene earlier, and now you’ve invaded the green room!

*ok so he didn't think this far ahead, and really, he didn't expect tenna to be back here so soon*

I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN, MEAN. ARE YOU INSINUATING THAT I AM PURPOSELFULLY CAUSING TROUBLE?

*he takes another sip of his drink. It's not pleasant. He does it anyways*

I AM A... BIG FAN OF YOURS, YOURS. WHY WOULD I WANT TO CAUSE TROUBLE FOR YOU?

I WAS A PERFORMER EXCUSE YOU! YOU THINK I CANNOT GIVE YOU A JAW DROPPING PERFORMANCE, PERFORMANCE?!

So quit dancing around the question and answer me, goshdangit!

*he looks away and fixes his disguise*

So.

***[he snatches up the unwelcome guest]***

Here, I’ll escort you out myself!

*the man is struggling in his hands. Jevil is panicking. It's not gonna happen again. He needs to calm down he needs*

PUT ME DOWN PLEASE! I BE GOOD ILL BE BETTER JUST PLEASE PUT ME BACK DOWN, DOWN!

I am sorry, I'm sorry. I-

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

don’t come again until i’m good enough

i don’t want to do any more harm

i’m supposed to be

i’m

defective

please i need to fix that first

i’m not mad, i love you more than life

please don’t seek me

i need to be enough

*he holds onto tenna a bit tighter. He knows he should let go. He needs to let go and let him "get better" but...*

i’m not mad at you, please stop that

i’m sorry i dropped you, i was

i don’t know

i’m sorry

***[A sequel, no, reprise back to the past nice moments. There was instability and strife, but always relief to come with, always the connection that brought them into each other’s arms at. Something that was love— rotting away slowly. The motif of their entwined accordance, distorting like a memory in the stage 6.]***

***[Tenna himself curls up. He is vulnerable, of no threat whatsoever. But who are we kidding? We’ve all seen, and so has he. That could flip on a dime. So solemnly supposed, he sucks up the intimate attention he has missed so deeply. This will surely not last.]***

*They both do a very complicated ballet together. The moves they do require precision and grace that Jevil doesn't think he has. He cannot be lifted and spun to the beautiful piece playing in the background. He cannot follow Tenna's lead in their dance. He knows he should trust him. The times he was dropped, or spun too fast, or pushed too far away wasn't on stage. It was just practice.*

*He is worried he cannot trust himself or Tenna to dance anymore. Who needs a ballerina that cannot dance. Who needs an actor that cannot act. Who needs a jester that cannot preform. He wants His CRT's love. Oh Toby he craves it. He years for the pleasure to pump through his veins.*

***[Again and again carrying on in the breeze, semi pseudo factors determining fate of new programs already taxidermied and displayed on the wall for all to see.]***

***[Nonetheless, the hug. He wanted to be more. And yet here he is. This is all that is, all that could’ve ever been.]***

***[Flayed and vivisection before the adoring cheers of a soap opera audience, for a moment he reviled the world he was constrained to. The mind and body. The sickness he had, the nausea felt by the stomach he never had when staring at that severed nub beside him.]***

*A king, a ruler. He has to remember that Tenna is not a king. Not his king. He's not an understudy for Claudius.*

*he's not sure how much longer their dance would last. The music has stopped, and the band now waiting for the next que. A que that will not come. He should not be here. He shouldn't drag this scene out.*

*Alas, poor Jevil! I knew him, Court... Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?*

*Jevil slowly let's go of Tenna. The music is done, the curtains need to close, the stage crew needs to set the stage. Oh his hamlet needs to go on and kill his father. And Ophelia doesn't make it to the 4th act.*

*the polish prince is going to be coming soon. That's just how the play goes. And Ophelia must be in the ground in Yorikcs grave*

***[A spire erected by culmination of all wrongs sat before him, ornery in will to adhere to that exquisite Stockholm he could’ve already left.]***

***[A non-contrived ailment, so dearly kept to the lord’s chest, in comfort, in guilt.]***

All in the morning betime,

And I a maid at your window,

To be your Valentine.

Then up he rose and donned his clothes

And dupped the chamber door,

Let in the maid, that out a maid

Never departed more.*

.... I am so sorry for all of the hassle I have caused, caused. I-...

I know you told me to never come back but...

I.

I’m sorry I’m taking so long. I’m sorry for the worry. I just had one stupid night.

*jevil looks away. He's barely enough for Tenna. He's barely a person. Not even an actor. Not even a jester.*

*God ’a mercy on his soul. And of all Christians’ souls, I pray God. God be wi’ you.*

***[Selfish he was. His grand plan set up, the structures sealed blue awaited their completion to cross into the threshold of reality, thus, freeing him from divine imperfection. Making him as he should be— better than he was made.]***

***[And yet he sat pathetically, clutching onto the victim of his incompetence and drained away self control, as if for dear life. He’d missed the husk monumentally.]***

*He feels like a fool. A fool that has forgotten all lines and stage directions... When did he even start thinking like this.*

*He rest his head on top of Tenna's, in such a way where his lips are touching the metal.*

*jevil finally let's go of Tenna*

Please.

IM SCARED, SCARED