unsent texts

[santanachamp]

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① comment with your character. ② repliers queue up a text (or two or three to choose from) that they typed up, but never sent. ③ only they fat-fingered and set them flying out of the outbox into infamy. ④ it's two in the morning jfc why are you asking me if i'd love you if you were a worm? no, i don't think my little pony is a metaphor for communism. go to sleep. check out theunsentproject if you'd like more serious ideas.

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[ricochetingbullets]

Can't sleep. Voices are keeping me awake.

[so_many_pockets]

[doesn't even occur to her that this would be a missend.]

Do you want company or just conversation to try to drown them out?

[ricochetingbullets]

[He's barely aware he even sent the text in the first place. Disassociating will do that to a guy. When Dex finally gets enough of himself back enough to realize what happened, he's got an immediate answer.]

Company please. I just don't want to be alone right now.

[Anyone else he might decline the offer but he trusts Yelena way more than he does just about anyone else.]

[so_many_pockets]

Then you do not have to be. Send me your location and I will leave right now.

[ricochetingbullets]

Here.

[He dropped a pin of the place he was at. They had once been nice apartments, back before the first aliens had dropped out of the sky. Once. Now the only ones who stayed in them were people that had no place left to go, which made it a perfect spot for Dex to hide out in. Dex had done what he usually did when things got bad, retreating into a corner of the room where it was the closest thing he could find to having walls on both sides of him. It made him feel as secure as he could. He was curled up tightly, fingers knuckled onto his temples as if he was trying to drive the sounds out there by force.]

[so_many_pockets]

[She's true to her word, as soon as she has gotten that message, she's off. She makes good time, too - she's never one for meandering unless, paradoxically, there's a purpose to it, but with this motivation, even she improves on her usual speed. In short order, she's combing the building for the exact spot Dex has chosen for a bolthole. There's simultaneously a sense of relief and also a rise in concern, when she locates him, but her demeanor stays normal, if a bit more gentle than usual, when she settles on the ground across from him.] Hey there, щенок. You still in there?

[ricochetingbullets]

[He startled quite badly when Yelena was just....there in front of him all of a sudden. Dex knew that wasn't the way it really worked, that he'd just gotten lost in his head so badly that he'd lost track of time, but it didn't help at all with that feeling of not being fully connected to reality he was going through. He was gripping a knife and had almost thrown it by the time he realized that was the last thing he wanted to do to the woman before him. He let out a long, shuddering breath instead as his grip on the knife loosened.]

Thanks for coming.

[He said in a barely audible tone.]

[so_many_pockets]

That's not something you need to thank me for, of course I did. I'm always up for sitting around with you while one or both of us is having a really bad time. [Easier said than believed, of course, but still true. She nodded towards the knife.] Can I have that, or is it making you feel better right now?

[ricochetingbullets]

[He silently pulled the knife back towards him in a manner that suggested he wasn't even consciously aware of what he was doing. Clearly, he wanted to hold onto it. The weapon was his security blanket. Normally, that would have been a bad idea for most people. But most people hadn't been trained as a Black Widow.]

He leaned into her form just a little, wanting some human contact to ground him.

I hate this.

[Disassociating and just disappearing into his head for hours on end was no way to live.]

just imagine there's an icon from that tbolts scene here

[so_many_pockets]

Okay. That's okay, I understand. I have an emotional comfort knife, too.

[She adjusted quickly. That slight lean answered her next question before she even asked it, or at least indicated what the answer would be with enough margin for her to take the inch and run, in this case in the form of wrapping her arms around him - carefully, to keep from restraining his arms or, ideally, giving the sensation of restraint at all.] I know. I know, and I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to go through this. But we will ride it out together, hm? And if you get lost, I know where to look, so you do not need to worry about that.