IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He leaned over and kissed her, the sort of kiss one expects at the end of a movie right before the credits roll, one that felt like a finality of some kind, because something about the way she looked, what she'd said before, all of it... It just made him want to kiss her and never stop.

He did, however, eventually pull away.]

You'll get over it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[At first, she wanted to push him away, but there was something about the way he kissed her. It would be easier to tell Gabriel to leave if she didn't love him so much. Even more than she loved the baby. By the end of that kiss, she was putting about as much feeling into it. As much as she could manage in her condition, anyway.

When she opened her eyes to look at him, there was a flash of something in them. Jinx was scared.]

Still not over it. I'm only with you because I'm too fat to get a new one.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel tried to force a smile, but seeing her scared made him practically her reflection and he wasn't accustomed to showing fear, but he loved her so damn much that the possibility of losing her was terrifying- he didn't care if it was two weeks or five minutes. He placed one of his hands over hers and just tried to swallow it down.]

Even if you did, I'd just stalk you mercilessly, until you fell back in love with me again.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She turned her hand over to hold his. Leaning forward just a bit, Jinx came to rest her head on his shoulder. That look on Gabriel's face was the last thing she wanted to see. So she closed her eyes, gripped his hand as tightly as she could manage, and broke that joke apart.]

I will never stop loving you. Don't ever let me forget that. [She swallowed hard.] I need you to promise me something.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Only if you never say anything like it's the last thing you're gonna say again. [He dropped his chin down on her head and cringed slightly.] What?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Then I'll say it anyway.

[She ran her thumb along his hand, speaking quietly.]

When people...die here, they sometimes forget. Forget everything. If I-- [Not even going to finish that sentence. She was sure he knew.] I need you to never let me forget and never give up. Show me every picture, every painting, every page in my diary, play me my favorite songs, remember every single thing about me and don't ever let me not love you.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel swallowed, unable to speak for a moment. All he could do was flash back to that surly little thing who kept wanting to throw coffee on him for being a dick, who he relentlessly pursued out of interest, then affection, then actual, honest love.

How could he just give that up, assume he could never recreate it, and let her live her life free of him? This was the one thing he'd ever done right in his stupid life. He couldn't give that up, even if it was his fault she might be dying.

He held her hand up between them and then slowly worked each clawed finger down into a fist until only her pinky was up and then he locked his own around hers, forcing another smile.]

You will never be able to get rid of me. Not while I'm still kicking.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Head still supporting itself on his shoulder, she watched him manipulate her hand. The sorceress had to bite hard on her bottom lip, a choking feeling in her throat. She held onto his finger firmly with her own.]

And no matter what, take care of our daughter. The boys'll help. I'm writing down everything you need to do and the nursery's almost finished. I will come back, 'briel. I promise.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I know. [He didn't. And he usually knew everything. He used to be able to wrap time around his little finger as easily as he was wrapped around hers, but he was pathetically fixed in place, unaware and lost. He wrapped his free arm around her and shut his eyes.] Doesn't mean it's not gonna suck in the interim.