paradisa | Dictated.

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tim drake-wayne

Dictated.

What a month this has been, huh? I don't remember much of what happened earlier in the month. Everything after the first couple of days is a blur to me. I remember a lot of yelling, scribbling, and I think...I hurt someone. If I did, I'm really sorry.

[Sighs, and there's soft cooing in the background.]

At least the month is almost over with. I'd say "hopefully the next month will be better", but I don't want to tempt fate. Instead, I'm going to say I hope everyone's recovering and healing up. Speaking of which, I wanted to thank everyone who helped out with the recovery effort in the City and is still helping out.

[Spam for the Bathaus]

[What a day this turned out to be. Tim had originally planned to let Steph and Ezio spend the next couple of hours with Jack. He had decided to subscribe to the "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" ideology. Instead, everything became intense almost to the point of violence. So much for Ezio behaving himself around the baby. He is willing to bet ten out of ten doctors would agree, yelling and threatening violence around a baby is not a good idea.

Thankfully, Jack is with him now and safe. As much as he had wanted to turn around and kick Ezio in the teeth, he wasn't going to put Jack at risk. He'd rather Jack get to meet Cass and spend sometime with her.]

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I wouldn't think too much about what happened if I were you. You probably wouldn't like any answers you managed to dig up.

As for me, I'm still working on that healing up, but Cass liberated a wheelchair for me, so at least I'm not completely bedbound if I can sneak past the clinic staff.

Isn't knowing better than not knowing? I don't know, if I hurt someone I'd like to try and make it right.

Although you realize anyone can read what you just wrote, right?

Sorry, for a second there I forgot you had a lot of morals.

[Damnit! Play it cool, Once, play it cool] They still don't know when I'll bust out.

I don't think it's so much a case of me having morals, as you being really obvious.

That's true. Why not take a potion or something to heal up?

I like the moral thing a lot more.

I'm not a fan of magic. I'm very anti-magic, in fact. [Because when you have a fuzzy orange peanut threatening you with nonexistent ~magic~ for five years of your life, you tend not to want anything to do with it]

We'll go with that, then.

Gotcha. I can't say I blame you. I don't like using anything generated by the castle unless it's an emergency. I make potions with Hermione at our magic shop.

I hear you there, I never wish...not in my right mind anyway. [Stupid loss]

You know Hermione? [His tone is instantly happier, Hermione is good people]

[Hermione is good peoples.] We both own the magic shop in the city. Wesley hired the two of us on, and when he ended up disappearing, it was left to us. She's been teaching me some alchemy.

I can't think of a better teacher. My issues with magic notwithstanding, I've always been able to count on her.

How long have the two of you known each other?

Oh man, I think I met here when I'd only been living in the castle for a month or so. It's been a long time.

I'm impressed by her attitude about being here. She doesn't have anyone from her world that she knows but she seems to be doing just fine. I don't know what I would have done if Steph and Kara weren't here when I showed up.

[The Once-ler gives a soft shrug in reply to that]

I didn't have any either, for a long time, then the only person who did show up was a kid I won't meet for another fifty years, back home. It's only until recently that...people I know have shown up.

You just gotta carry on, I guess. Make new people to rely on.

[has been meaning to ask him about the newcomers, there's just never been a good time to bring it up.]

How are they settling in?

It sounds like the Lorax has been wandering around the gardens, probably getting ready to terrorise people for picking flowers or something. Mom...

[He frowns, he hasn't heard much from her, not that he expected to, she's not exactly nurturing on her best day] I guess she's doing her own thing.

I don't know what I'd do if my parents showed up here.

[Cry a lot and all the hugs. ]

Do you get along with them? [That, apparently, is important]

I did. We had our ups and downs like any family...but we got along great most of the time. [A few fragments of guilt float around his heart as he thinks about how many times he made his dad worry. Tries not to dwell on those thoughts for too long, thinking of how proud his father had been near the end. ]

[He hears that depressingly often. Enough to make him wonder what it'd have been like to grow up knowing he was loved and wanted. Maybe he'd have turned out to be a very different man than the one he is today]

That must have been nice.

Your mom's here now. You can make the best of it and try and see what it's like.

It takes two people to do that, and she-

[She doesn't love him. Hell, he's not even all that convinced she even LIKES him]

I don't think she'll want to try that.

Can I ask why or is that too personal of a question?

[It takes him a moment, before he lets out a steady breath]

Me and Mom...we're not exactly on the best terms. She's very difficult, hard to please, y'know? [He's spent his entire life trying to please her and it destroyed him in the process] I can count one one hand the amount of times she's ever told me that she loves me.

[And yet he still loves her, so much, and he hates himself for being stupid enough to still expect her to suddenly decide he's worth the air he breathes] Back home, she disowns me. She hasn't got to that point in time yet, she still thinks everything is fine no matter how much I try to explain otherwise.

Oh, wow. Once, I'm sorry to hear that. No wonder you're reluctant. There's still a chance things can be different here. Steph and I aren't together in our world, who knows if we will get together there, but that only makes the time we have together here all the more important.

I honestly don't think I can let myself hope for that. I've put too much hope on that in my life already, and had her tear me apart every time.

I've got people here who actually give a damn about me. That's more than she's ever given me.

Dictated forever

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