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WHEN THIS CAME TO BE, Emmetβs idea was something that didnβt fall too far from his usual pattern. Spread chaos and confusion wherever he went. Scott and James were sinking faster than the Titanic ever did and that was an opportunity to get one up against the man who had left him comatose for over a month. Drooling and incontinent werenβt exactly the sexiest of things for someone to be. But β these encounters β these moments where no one would barge inside their office and demand attentionβ¦ those were becoming far too precious for the White King to ignore.
TELEPATHS TALKED LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME. Away from prying eyes and opinions β alone in their own world without people bothering them. How often was someone able to be able to hear themselves think? To remember how their voice sounded, how their thoughts operated? It had been something he sought to use to his advantage β but things never truly went the way they should, right? Scott opening up to him, seeing the man he was under all that grief and loss and trauma? When was the last time Scott remembered who he was? The man he was before a certain force of destruction came into his life?
βAND YOU HAVE IT.β Not one for ceremonies β unless they had a point β Emmet crouched by the chair and took Scottβs hands onto his own. Fidgeting them was always a clear sign of stress. Even inside his mind β Emmet could feel the pressure probing against his temples, the weight of the world crushing down onto his shoulders. βWe have all the time in the world, darling. Thatβs the thing with telepaths. Time in here doesnβt work the same way it does out there. You can be doing whatever you do while a portion of your subconscious remains here. With me.β God have mercy on him. Seeing Scott like that made Emmet feel like someone had punched him in the gut. And for onceβ¦ he truly wished to help. To help Scott see himself the same way he did. Through someone elseβs eyes.
βITβS BECAUSE HEβS BACK, ISNβT IT?β
Β Β * Β / / / / / Β Β Β βΒ emmetβs words came as a big relief. his mind was a sea of agitated thoughts that calmed down at the sound of the white kingβs voice. the hand touching, however, came as a surprise. β iβve always assumed that your touch would feel chilly. β a soft chuckle bloomed. β cause of the whole diamond skin thing. β a brief pause followed. β itβs stupid, i know. β he put his hand over emmetβs, pressing it lightly. but itsnβt cold. itβs smooth and warm. the thought was casted directly to the man.Β somehow, everything just felt easier with him - - scott couldnβt quite put his finger on it yet, but something definitely clicked.
β it is because heβs back. see, just when i had some progress on dealing with his loss, moving on after all that grief, he returned and everything is a mess again. this last time really took its toll on me.Β i was sometimes angry, sometimes blatantly confused. had a million nightmares. but now it's . . . frustrating. β he confessed, granting those obscure feelings a way out. β don't get me wrong, i'm glad he's back. but where does that leave me? βΒ it was uncertain what was left of the leader that scott used to be. but he knew that once words were spoken, they could not be taken back. a rush of shame flared through his expression, turning it into a bright pink hue, even though he felt comfortable with emmet. β i don't know what to make of this anymore. james feels like a ghost, haunting my every waking moment. one that sometimes comes alive. without warning. β











