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Vatheon Voicemail.

"Heeeey, Lysunder's voicemail here, and if you weren't looking for me, well then lucky you, leave a message anyway and maybe it will be the start of something revolutionary. Beep."

For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.

-Beep.-

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No, he won't, and I don't want him to be you- shit, Spinneret, don't, cry, please don't cry- [He knows you better than that, dear. Tears in your eyes pretty much is crying for you. Panicking a little, holding a hand over his face, he tries to keep up, stuttering here and there.]

No, that wouldn't- I can't do that, we can't. [Frustrated, he really doesn't know how to describe this. Being with her again, it'd be like everything that happened never did, he'd fall back into it and never grow up from the experience. Summoner's never been one to be chained down, never one to regret like that, regret enough to take what he did back. But those words just don't come to him, he's scrambling for something to say but he just feels his face heat up.]

Spinneret, please, I- I can't do that, w-we really can't. I'm sorry, this is all, all really confusing and frustrating... [He hasn't cried in sweeps either, hell, felt like he cried out everything when Spinneret finally grew cold in his arms. But his face heats more, knowing there's a need to show how upset he is, but it doesn't happened. Even as he thinks about that, about her holding him up, about wrapping around her, kissing her. He doesn't want to think about these things, it's just hurts, and he forces them out, trying to stop them from appearing in his mind as she speaks.]

I'm not crying, y-you stupid, waste of air and nice ass, f-fuck you. [And here comes the cruel words and denials because like hell she's going to admit to emotions.]

We can, we can. Oh we can, my darling, my sweet. We could do it, and this time we could be happy for ever. Together, you, I, we could do it and we could have it all. [She's practically begging, something she's never done in her long lived life, but the very idea of never having him again, his warmth, his laughter, his kisses, never having any of it fills her with the same ice that the idea of running did. She couldn't live that life, not when she's had what she has with him. Nothing could compare]

Lysunder, please, my darling, my sweet, my heart, I love you. So very much. I want you, I need you, and deep down you want and need me too. We were so much better together. We helped each other so very , how can you not see that we were perfection incarnate together, you and I? [This time the choked sob escapes, as well as a tear before she can angrily wipe them away. And it aches, her heart aches with every beat, more then it did with a knife through it. It aches and it hurts and she wishes she could just tear it out and keep going, tear it and all her memories out. This is what flushed feels like and this is what she ran from, away from handing all her control to another. And it hurts and she just doesn't know how to stop it]

[Ow... he does... he does have a nice ass though, thank you.]

[As for the begging, he knows and dear god he can't stand it. Listening to her beg like that is really difficult, knowing her, her composure... Hearing it so freely brings only more silence to him, unable to find anymore words, any new ones anyway. He already said he can't that they can't, and he's just getting too worked up to think of anything else.]

Damnit Spinnerent, stop, I- can't do this. [He snarls and growls because if he doesn't he might focus on how he can hear her sob now. He hates running-

he does, but he doesn't know what to say and if he keeps listening to her like this he doesn't know what he'll do.]

[So...

he disconnects.]

[And blocks her.... for now anyway.]

[Now to curl up somewhere not here, not around anyone, and pretend to be birds for a while.]

Lysunder... [Thats all she can get out before he cuts the call and his is name is only met with dead silence. Her hand shakes as she checks the communicator, checks if it was just an accident. It had to be. He wouldn't do that to her. But when she presses his name there's nothing. So she presses again. And again and again and tears of anger start to form as she swings her arm back at pitches the communicator into the distance with a scream of fury. She cares not where it goes, anger swelling up in her frame, metal hand swinging out to hit against a tree with a sharp crack, bark flying from the tree.

She is going to burn this place to the ground.]

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