Born to Power

not requested but there's something about a text thread, isn't there? anyway, these are a mixed bucket, i'll deffo post more of these, but for now, here you go, bon appetit, and if you wanna make them texts to a wrong number?? all the better! just make it clear for the person receiving it!

( sms ) : hey! is this [WRONG NAME] from the club last night?

( sms ) : wait right there, i'm on my way

( sms ) : sorry, who is this?

( sms ) : so... last night was fun.

( sms ) : can i come over?

( sms ) : did i leave my underwear at your place last night?

( sms ) : i am having the WORST / BEST day!!

( sms ) : we need to talk.

( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in.

( sms ) : you awake?

( sms ) : i miss you.

( sms ) : i'm sorry.

( sms ) : wanna hang out later?

( sms ) : it's honestly insane how much i love you.

( sms ) : i'm worried about you.

( sms ) : please don't say i told you so...

( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me?

( sms ) : got any plans tonight?

( sms ) : i know it's three am but i got donuts and i'm outside.

( sms ) : i'm outside. come on. we're going out.

( sms ) : i'm boooooooooored.

( sms ) : i can't sleep.

( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me?

( sms ) : where are you?

( sms ) : i love you.

( sms ) : are you really okay?

( sms ) : please don't shut me out. i can tell when something's bothering you.

( sms ) : can you come pick me up please?

( sms ) : this date is a total disaster. can you call me with a fake emergency?

( sms ) : why have you been acting so weird lately?

( sms ) : you know you can tell me anything, right?

( sms ) : not to sound like a tv trope, but i need a plus one for a wedding this weekend. you in?

( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?

( sms ) : wanna go on vacation together?

( sms ) : i got arrested and it's a hilarious story but i really need you to come bail me out first.

( sms ) : what the hell happened last night?

( sms ) : i don't wanna be alone tonight. can i stay at your place?

( sms ) : i got a code red situation.

( sms ) : what's shakin, bacon?

( sms ) : what should i have for dinner tonight?

( sms ) : it's so boring when you're not around.

( sms ) : so... the drunk voicemails i left you last night... you totally listened to them, didn't you.

( sms ) : i love you but if you ever eat my bagel bites again...

Penny dressing up special for them was a treat. She was always stunning, but Tommy meant it when he'd assured her she was sexy as hell for them.

Tommy squeezed their hand gently, drawing their clasped hands up to kiss the back of hers gently.

"They would have been stupid not to agree to a night with you, Baby," he said with a soft, warm chuckle.

"And we're far from stupid. And we mean every word, Beautiful," Ángel said with a warm grin of his own.

"We can talk as long as you want. About whatever you want," Benji said.

Hawke grinned warmly, a deep chuckle rumbling out of his chest. "I do try my best." He hated how true that was, honestly. It seemed no one could do anything in this town without his help. Which he freely gave. Well, he gave, not always freely.

Emerson had gotten to the point he finally stopped reacting to things whenever it was someone who wasn't Kalynda or Kalynda's grandmother speaking to him. Sometimes Roman and Marlow would speak directly to him, but that was different. Kalynda told them about him, but he had to talk through Kalynda to talk back to them.

Regardless! No one outside of his small group of people ever even knew he was there. People walked through him. If he didn't focus, sometimes he still phased through objects as well.

He tried to give Kalynda time to herself. Even if she was really the only person he could truly see and touch, he felt bad clinging to her, even if she assured him it was fine. So he took time to himself. Usually people watching because there wasn't a lot he could do. He checked in on his family now and again. They seemed to be doing better these days, which was good.

He'd found his way to a park today, sitting on a bench and people watching. He didn't really process what the other said at first, because he figured it had nothing to do with him. But then it was repeated. He blinked, glancing at the other, then behind him, because that was usually the case, then back after not seeing anyone there.

"Are you talking to me?" he asked, pointing at himself. Hope flared in his chest and he started to smile. "You- You can see me?"

Ever since he got settled, things had been nice. But there was an inevitable...strangeness being here. It was like he was being...watched? And sometimes, things weren't where he left them. It was easy enough to brush off most of the time. Sometimes he just forgot where he sat stuff. That was all it was. But there were also times he woke up from a nap with a blanket over him and...maybe he'd pulled it off the back of the couch in his sleep?

He'd had to run some errands that day. He went through the motions of putting things away, made himself dinner. When he was settling in to just watch some TV for the rest of the evening before bed, he did one more sweep for his remote, frustrated he hadn't been able to find it that morning when he was tidying. His brow furrowed when he found it under the coffee table. He could have sworn he'd looked there?

"Good morning, Sweetheart," Vano purred as he watched the other's eyes start to flicker open.

He'd been watching Bram for a bit now, utterly fascinated by him. It had been a passing fancy at first, but as Vano began following him, he saw things. Saw the way Bram could suck the life force? out of people. If he'd been in love before, it was doubly so after watching that.

He'd arranged a sort of trap for Bram, and while he was unconscious, he brought him back to his home. He had a feeling his love would put up a bit of a fight as he settled in, so to start with, they were downstairs in the basement, Bram chained in place on the bed he'd put down here before he enacted his plan.

He reached to brush his fingers against Bram's cheek.

"Just relax. You're home now."

"I wish you would just leave, finally."

"I could never give you what you needed."

"What? You still care about me? Fuck you."

"You used to be so good. Now look at you."

"You still deserve to be loved. Just not by me."

"I never thought I'd see you here... what a shame."

"Is that all we are now? Enemies? Or worse, strangers?"

"All our history and I wish I could burn it away, for good."

"I used to trust you. Used to, being the operative words."

"You betrayed me. That's not just something you forgive."

"Look at what you've become… and you wonder why I left."

"Wait, are we fighting or flirting? It's very hard to tell these days."

"We could've been something special, you know? Now look at us."

"Some part of me still wants to forgive you. Even after everything."

"I can't believe they paired us up together, even with our… history."

"I hear things have been going well for you. Must've repaired your karma."

"I shouldn't even be jealous, you're not even mine anymore. You never were."

"I still don't know what happened to us… how did all that love turn into hate?"

"I know you still hate me, I don't blame you for that. But, I still need your help."

"There was once a time I would've given my life for you. Now I just don't care."

"I wish this had ended on better terms. No changing the past, though, I guess."

"You scream so loudly about how much you hate me. But, you don't. Not really."

"You don't really loathe me. You can't. Not after everything we've been through."

"I don't think this was ever love. I think it was always hatred, we just didn't see it."

"I'm only here out of necessity. When it's all over, I never want to see your face, again."

"I still think about you all the time... mostly about all the terrible things I hope befall you."

"You left nothing but chaos in your wake. I've just cleaned it all up... don't bring all that back."

"You were so scared to lose me, you always said that. Not too scared to do that, though."