#c:ma

Fandom: Gravity Falls || CW: Character Death || Loss. “Now? Now you listen to me?”

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Filbrick had never been much good with talking, a man of few words, so she wasn’t surprised to see his Last Will and Testament was only one page long.

He’d written it when he’d become bedridden and sealed it into a cheap envelope for the sake of formality.

The past few days had been emotionally exhausting to put it lightly and now, more than anything, she just felt tired. For once, Filbrick’s bluntness that started the letter was a comfort for her. It was just business. What was to be done with certain things. Simple and straightforward instructions.

Until the very end.

A single sentence requesting she tell the boys he loved them... including Stan.

Caryn’s hands crumpled the cheap paper as they began to shake.

After years of her trying to get him to say anything to Stanley again, casually mentioning him every long now and then just in the hopes that Filbrick would say something. Tell her to even just tell Stanley he said hello. Only for him to remain in stony silence.

“Now? Now you listen to me?”

Siempre le gustó participar en grupos de voluntariado. De alguna manera, le hacía sentirse más liberada de esos ‘pecados’ consumistas en los que su madre se atiborraba de comprar marcas y marcas de élite. Si no fuera porque seguía manteniéndose bajo su techo, Martha estaría encantada de quemar cada bolso y complemento innecesario que adquiría a la mínima regañeta con su nueva pareja, uno de cada tantos que terminaba siendo despedido por la puerta.

"You left me. You don't get to come back."

“¿Y qué hay de la promesa? Yo cumplo mis palabras, y ahora no la pienso romper. Si no quieres verme, está bien, puedes codearte con el resto de visitantes y escuchar sus alabanzas. Solo estoy de paseo, y no te incordiaré” el palpito de su órgano locomotor decayó tras la frialdad demostrada. Estaba claro que ya era una persona non-grata para él mas, pese a que le molestase, ella iba a ver su exposición aunque tuviera que hacerse añicos su orgullo. Sabía de sobra la ilusión del contrario en exponer sus lienzos a ojos críticos. 

“goddamn, fuck it.” jr huffed, stopping in his tracks with the man he was chasing, racing down the alleyway. he shook his head at the thought of personal gain and brought his hands out, palms facing toward the running man, fingers perpendicular to the ground. his eyes narrowed in a glare and a beat later, white mist rushed out of his hands, directing it to the lower half of the man. ‘what the fuck!’ the man yelled just as the ice spread from his shoes up to his waist. jr couldn’t stop a chuckle at the man, jogging over to him. “didn’t mean to go that high, hm.” he grinned, reading the man his miranda rights over his annoyed comments. “-- bitch. oh and thanks for mugging a teenage kid.” he threw a punch, linking it with the man’s jawline, the impact being enough to break the man from his little ice body former. “hahaha, mitchell got another asshole.”

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