6/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

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Maybe if we use your pieces and mine, we can make something beautiful?

[He suggests, wryly, fingers curling.]

[ooc: WHOOP WHOOP everyone's being awesome! But you, young lady! RL > RP always okay!]

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[He has to crack a smile at that, however brief.]

I love you, Jack.


[ooc: but but but but but RP is so much more fun.]

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I love you too, Glen.

[He says, wholeheartedly, trying and miserably failing to smile brightly for the both of them.]

[ooc: /points at your papers to grade e___e]

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Then leave your lips for only me.

[He can't stay angry, but it has taken a blow to his pride. The question of loyalty will come up another time; the issue has not died.]

[ooc: What. How can you see them? Where are you hiding!? /looks around, frightful]

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[He looks down again.]

It won't happen again.

[ooc: I am under your bed right now...]

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Dearest Jack . . .

[He wants to touch him, and puts another hand up, but of course, it's blocked by the invisi-wall.]

You know, then, what will become of anyone who touches you with such affection?

[ooc: /checks . . . LIAR! O.o]

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...yes.

[He bites his lip. Well then.]

[ooc: Nope, I moved to your closet :}]

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[It may be a different Glen, but he has his own means to bind Jack to him.]

I will return to you, Jack.

Wait for me . . . just a little longer . . .

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I'll wait forever, I think, now that I realise nobody could ever compare to you.

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You knew that all along, Jack.

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Why can't you stop being right for just one moment, really.

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I will see you again.

[He kisses the glass where Jack's forehead is touching and begins to fade away.]

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[He sees Glen, every night, when he dreams, but it would be infinitely better if he could have the real thing again.]

Promise me that. Promise me—

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I promise.

[-but his words are only whispers as his figure fades away.]


[ooc: /wibble . . . Can I at least bring Glen back early? You said you might be gone forever by May. /sob . . . Yes I'm asking you permission.]

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[Jack bangs hard on the glass, yelling Glen's name, and then he slides down it and starts to sob.]

[ooc: ALL THE HUGS Might, yes ;; I'll be taking a hiatus first, mid-May, but if my sched doesn't work out, then.... aaahh you don't have to ask permission! Jack would love that, omg.]

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[ooc: Okay, I'll bring back Glen in a week, because that's spring break~ They can lick each other's wounds. Auuu~]