2.3 ✞dictated.

[bloodsugar]

[filter to: Elektra]

When you get this -- get back to me right away, alright?

[/end filter.]

[filter to friends & acquaintances of 'Charlie,' aka The Question; dictated]

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but... it seems Charlie's gone back-- ah. Home.

[...;( luckily, not too many people know what that means for the poor bastard.

Abel doesn't have much more to say than that; it seems all good things come to an end and this is no exception. his 'family' here couldn't last forever, and it had been... very good, while it lasted. time to go give what's left of it a big hug; the journal shuts quietly. he'll get back to your replies if you when he's done SQUISHING THE LIFE out of certain adorable children and badass women in a most conciliatory fashion.]

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[guiding]

[She is sorry to hear that Percival has gone, though she knows it has hit Abel harder than her... still, even with that, she can see something more is bothering him.

Sliding her arms around him from behind, she pressed her lips to his cheek gently. She's here, and she will be patient until he wants to talk about it.]

room filter forever!?!

[bloodsugar]

[he had just closed the journal and leaned back in his chair with a huff -- mm, Wade wasn't going to take it well, he imagined... when he felt Lilith's arms around him from behind.

he tilts his head up a bit; dark skin, bright red hair and he knows it's her. some of the tension leaks out of his shoulders as he rests his hand atop hers.]

You snuck up on me...

FOREVER

[guiding]

[Her head tilts slightly so that she can press a kiss into his hair, soft silver hair tickling her nose.]

Perhaps you were just looking the wrong way?

[bloodsugar]

[haha. that is a very likely alternative! he lets his eyes close at the familiar and fond touch. ;; wifey...]

I am always doing that.

Padre

[mouthiness]

[Deadpool knows EXACTLY what that means]

Wha- No he... He can't be gone.

[guiding]

Why don't you tell me what you see where you're looking now?

[Tell her your troubles, husband.]

Wade

[bloodsugar]

[alksjdf Wade ;((( his voice is quieter for him, apologetic.]

I'm... sorry. His nameplate is gone, Wade.

[bloodsugar]

[silly wife.]

Well, there's this rather attractive woman with red hair, actually...

[guiding]

[Her smile is soft as she looks around briefly.]

I don't see her.

[bloodsugar]

Don't you? [he scratches his chin thoughtfully, before gently pulling to his feet, taking her hand and guiding her toward the dresser.

standing behind her with his hands at her shoulders, he leans down a little and points to the mirror.]

Aha...! Now, see there? Very hard to miss, this one.

Padre

[mouthiness]

No no no he wasn't supposed to leave! He needs to come back now!

[He sounds like a kid here but fuck if he cares because his bb is gone ): ]

Wade

[bloodsugar]

[WADE you're breaking his heart ;;]

...He would, if he could. You know that.

[guiding]

[She looks down into the mirror, before running a long finger over the glass where Abel's face was reflected beside hers.]

My eyes are for the handsome man.

[bloodsugar]

Come, now. I'll blush, Lilith. [he pokes her cheek, teasingly, before chuckling and straightening.]

I'm afraid I don't hold a candle... But I kind of like it that way! No one suspects the simple priest. [oh, the irony.]

[guiding]

[Silly boy! She turns and straightens his stole, smiling up at him with devotion clear in golden eyes.]

In my eyes, you are the most handsome of men.

[bloodsugar]

You're just supporting my 'Lilith probably needs glasses' clause of our marriage, you know. [he puts on a look of feigned woe, sighing forlornly.] We can't all be beautiful enough to be worthy of the church frescoes, you know.

[guiding]

[It saddens her sometimes to think of that, and how it must hurt Abel to walk by her likeness decorating the church.]

Have you seen some of the saints, Abel? I don't believe aesthetic beauty is required to be immortalised in a fresco.

[bloodsugar]

...I know two redheaded saints personally, and both of them are quite beautiful, I can assure you!

[guiding]

A person doesn't have to be a saint for them to be beautiful.

[bloodsugar]

Of course not! But... you are. Esther, too.

[guiding]

Caterina would feel quite left out.

[bloodsugar]

But she's not a saint! ...Of course she's pretty, too! I know too many pretty women, now, P... Paradisa has good taste...

[guiding]

I am sure they appreciate your judgements on their beauty, Abel.

[Haha.]

[bloodsugar]

Well... doesn't everyone deserve to know something like that? [g-geez. you'll give him a complex!!]

[guiding]

They do, it is far better to spread a compliment than an insult.