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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[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.