TW: Depression, self-hate.
Fudge looked at her phone again – it was the 10th time she did it in the last 15 minutes. Portia still hadn’t even read his message. It’s been a whole day without replies. Was Portia mad at him? Did he say something wrong? Maybe Portia didn’t even like him. Maybe she pitied him and she ran out of pity to reply. Maybe he was just so very unlovable that anyone who knew him enough would be disgusted and ghost him.
He looked at his phone again. She was online, just not replying to him. Falena, he must really be that awful. He always knew people would at some point discover what an absolutely terrible person he was and they would all jump ship and abandon him.
Today was Portia’s day to see the truth. That was it. The last person that still cared for him, now gone. Fudge turned off his phone, not bearing to look at it again. He laid down on his bed and cried his heart out. He cried and cried and cried. Thoughts running around his head, about how unlovable he
TW: Mention of a child's death.
Age: 23 Years
We have scheduled our wedding. You have to come. We will change the date until we find one you can attend. That’s non-negotiable. You’re going to be my best man, you better write a nice discourse. Tell me when you can come and I’ll change the date. I love you.
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Wren followed him in silence, a nervous vibe clearly emanating from him. Poor boy.
“Here. You going to peel potatoes for us,” Montreal said, pointing at the full basket of potatoes. “Later you are going to mop the floor. All over the ship.”
“Yes, captain!” Wren replied, a small hint of playfulness. “Is that all?”
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People think having smoky eyes is all fun. Uncontrolled magic. It’s nice, it’s cool, it’s swell. I disagree. It’s not nice when people come to you all questions, all entitlement. Hey, maybe I don’t want to tell you about my ‘cool’ eyes. It’s rude to demand information like that. Very rude.
Do you know what I tell them? I tell them how they don’t want to know. Some visions are too cruel to be shared. It makes me sound cool and has a bonus of making people shut up. Finally shut up. The real thing? I can tell you how the weather is going to be. Not that cool now, uh?
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