#(brb crying)

SING IT, SISTER:

Kallias was carrying the box of papers to city hall. He was panting trying not accidentally freeze something again. As long as the papers aren't frozen, he'll be okay. Being rash though he tripped over a ledge in the sidewalk. The papers scattered and he tsked himself. "Sorry about that I am clearly-" He looked up and gasped.

"Eddie?"

like lovers watching the sunset calm, focused, tender. you need to be loved in the way teenagers kiss in the rain and giggle behind hands. you need to be loved like a child, taken care of, watched over, focused on. you need to feel the warmth of the sun, you need to feel the love rushing through your veins. you need to be reminded that love is worth it, and it’s beautiful to experience. you need to be loved in a way that is refreshing, again and again.

till the end of forever you need to be loved unconditionally. you need to be reminded that love is not temporary, that you deserve it. that those who love you will not leave. you need to be loved the way angels love humanity. or how devils love angels. you need to be loved in greatness, in fullness, you need to be loved hard and fierce. loud, shout it to the ends of the earth, your love won’t leave. you need to be loved when nothing else will be. you need to realize you are worthy even through the end.

like the snow melts you need to be loved patiently. you need to feel the love slowly creeping in, a warning, a way to back away if you’re too scared. you need to be loved cautiously, as if you’re fragile. you need to be loved gently, because love is messy and muddy and makes your socks wet and hurts if the sun gets too close. but you need to let yourself be loved, because when you do, it’ll feel like spring.

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patroclus

The Shapeshifter

You would break yourself into a thousand pieces, shatter every bone, and pry off every inch of skin to be what you think others want. You’ve become so many different things over the years. At this point, you’ve been everything except at peace. You conform and change and adapt and desert entire pieces of yourself, but when will it be enough? When has it ever been enough for them, and when has it ever made you whole again? Speaking of, who are you anymore? Do you even know? How long has it been since you’ve recognized the face in the mirror. Are “you” still “you?”

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He said nothing at first, still staring at the checker board, as if he were contemplating his next move. The truth was Walter already figured that out a while ago, but whatever kept him from having to look up and start crying confirming everything that Mort had said. He knew it. He knew it twenty years ago when the only time the higher-ups called him was for a reunion special. It was canceled because of course it was and after that, he might as well have retired. The thought made him cringe, but not as much as when he looked in the mirror and realized he was over the hill. He never thought he’d reach this point--what toon did?--but here he was.

“Hrm...”

He didn’t know which was worse, being forgotten and thrown away like yesterday’s trash or being created for everybody to loathe ya. He heard about Mort long before he met him, how he was just some schmuck who couldn’t hold a candle to Mickey Mouse and all that mess. Mort might not have been the leader of the band or the all around good guy, but he was funny and a lot smarter than he seemed. They both deserved more than what this biz and what life had flung at them in general, but what could they do? In any case, Walter was glad they could vent to each other and he finally looked up at the mouse, trying to keep his voice level.