Pic prompts (Reverse/text friendly)

[madreen_rua]

the picture prompt meme

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— Reply to them with a setting or text thread based on the picture.
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— Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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[transfuge]

Marcus reminded Booker of him and Andy at their worst when they had completely given up. He didn't like to see it, this strange mirror of him right before his betrayal. It made him unease.

"Then that's your problem. Like I said, I want to see the end of cancer. I want to see what little pieces of good I can do and what bad guys I can take down along the way. I want to keep going out of spite for whatever gave me this immortality." Booker wanted to keep going so he could see his family again. He wanted one more hug from Andy. One more football game with Joe. One more of Nicky's home cooked meals. A chance to see Nile become incredible.

"You can figure out what keeps you going on your own. I've got no answers for you, apparently." Since Marcus had shot down every suggestion Booker made about reasons to keep going. Booker wasn't going to waste his time trying to motivate him.

[sonofadam]

"Sorry... I'm not a great conversationalist." Marcus realized that much about himself. He was every bit of an ass, sometimes done on purpose to keep others from wanting to get close, but the reverse was true too, he hadn't had a reason to get close to anyone since eternity it seemed. Apparently right now he was a depressive, nihilistic ass.

"I look at you... and I see... light. Hope." Probably not words that the other immortal would have chosen, but compared to Marcus, the difference was there.

Marcus finished the rest of his shot in a single gulp and waited a second for things to get mellower. "I don't know how to reach it. You say I need to figure it out for myself... I have been trying for thousands of years. You're the first spark I've felt in ages."

[transfuge]

Booker wasn't sure how he felt about that either. He wasn't a good example given how royally he had fucked up and the hurt he had caused. The echoes of his actions would ripple much farther than just his family and he knew it. It would come back to bite him somehow.

"Right. You're not alone." That much Booker could provide, proof that there was at least one immortal out there. He wasn't ready to mention the others. He was still, perhaps, overprotective about them.

"But you know I won't be hanging around. Once this job is done I'm moving on." Booker wanted to remind him before he hitched all his hopes on an alcoholic, depressed, trying to be better Frenchman.

[sonofadam]

Compared to Marcus who made an eternity of mistakes, that was barely anything. Heaven and hell knew Marcus had plenty of mistakes under his belt. Did he feel guilty about it, no, but they were mistakes nonetheless.

The reminder that Booker wasn't sticking around wasn't what the depressed immortal wished to hear. 

"Right," he said, sitting back and placing his empty tumbler back on the table. "Tell me when you do... Or you won't have to. I'll know when the job's done." He glanced towards the bar but despite how he wanted to drink himself to oblivion and said he would, he had better better control.

So when he waved for the bartender, it was only for the tab and the request to call him a cab.

[transfuge]

"You'll know the job is done. And you found me once. I'm sure you'll find me again. But I don't settle down. I can't."

Not everyone was dead from Merrick's. That doctor was still out there, probably still eager to slice off pieces of them and study them. The others had Copley to hide their tracks. Booker was on his own.

He would keep moving and keep finding work until he was certain everything was safe. And even then he probably wouldn't settle down. That gave him too much time to think and regret.

"You should figure out how to enjoy the life you've got." Because God, Marcus was a miserable bastard and Booker sympathized but he was trying hard to break that mindset.

[sonofadam]

It wouldn't be fair to drag Booker into that mindset either, Marcus understood. "I'll up that in mind. " He tried to tell whether it was polite words or an invitation to call again, but figured Booker wasn't the type to do polite.

"You know how to find me as well if you need something." It wasn't an offer that Marcus made lightly, or one he would make more than once, but to another immortal he could. And if he moved, he might find a way to tell Booker too.

The bartender came with the bill that Marcus paid with in cash. When Marcus asked about the cab, with an embarrassed look the server said he forgot but could call him one now. "Really? Wow. Service these days."