#millsregium

My muse’s last text to your muse: [TEXT] if you're dead when i show up i'm going to resurrect you and then kill you myself [TEXT] i'm not joking i will literally drag you out of the afterlife [TEXT] yes you can raise people from the dead [TEXT] no you can not do it you don't have access to the things needed to not fuck it up

HE  BRISTLES,      just  a  little  —  chest  tightening in an eagle scout knot  and  standing  up  even  straighter  and  damn  if  the  lucas  doesn't  know  how  to  strike  a  cleaver  through  his  heart  sometimes.  maashous  wonders  if  he'd  ever  been  as  closed  off  like  that.  couldn't  imagine  it,  though  sometimes  the  thought  of  it  creeps  into  his  subconscious  like  mold.  “well,  i  wouldn't  say  gone,”  because  that  version  wouldn't  have  anywhere  to  go  besides  swallowed  whole  by  the  black-hole  of  lucas'  …  new  [  ?  ] version.  “that  makes  it  sound  a  little  ..  harsh.”  sways  on  his  feet,  thinking.  maashous  is  always  thinking.  sometimes  for  terribly  long  times  –  but  this  seems  like  something  he  needs  to  spit  out,  like,  tomorrow,  or  akin  to  a  rotten  —  nevermind.  “i  don't  think  killing  your  past  self  off  is  going  to  do  you  any  good.”  knows  from  experience.