10. messages + open spam

[orderfromchaos]

[Private to Elsa]

How do you feel about working on your powers wth Rogue?


[Spam for Helena]

[He talks to Cosima first, waits a day or two before turning up. It's unfair, maybe, using his presence - but his mirror self did it, and he wants the chance for his words to have at least as much weight now.]

Hey. Bucky said it was okay with him for me to visit. Is it okay with you?


[Open spam]

[Sometimes, Dillon just lies on his back on the deck, staring up for a few hours at a time, trying to understand the things his powers are trying to tell him about the stars, about whatever strange ether they're passing. If he understood it, really got what it was and how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be able to get to the place between, with the red sands and strange ruins and Deanna's body. If he could just - reach.]

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[spam] TW oblique suicide attempt mention?

[orderfromchaos]

At first I didn't have anywhere to hide.

I tried the military after dying didn't work. That was stupid. And now I'm here.

[A smile, tired, something past self-deprecating, not quite self-loathing. He is what he is.]

[spam] tw ; mention of suicide ideation

[walkingmeltdown]

[It's coming to him that an awful lot of people he talks to here have mentioned trying to take shortcuts out of their own lives. And that many of them are wardens.

That...could be funny. If he were more twisted than he really is.

For a beat he glances at Dillon over his shoulder. Then he turns around so he's facing him, back to the railing with his elbows resting on it instead.]

Well. You were young, yes? No resources. Not much of a life to hold onto. Me, I had the opposite. Too much to lose to simply walk away. Backed into a corner of my own making. I clung, and grew more and more desperate.

In the end it was all gone anyway. Hence the running. But that didn't end so well, either. [A beat, and then, mildly ironic:] And now I'm here.

[spam] tw ; mention of suicide ideation

[orderfromchaos]

Yeah. Fourteen. After my parents passed - I couldn't stay there.

[Everyone was so sympathetic, when he was the one who destroyed them.]

I don't actually. Have any advice. People started calling me a god after Vegas, the Second Coming, something, it always creeped me out. I couldn't even take care of one other kid.

But if it helps any, I know what it feels like to lose everything.

[spam] tw ; mention of suicide ideation

[walkingmeltdown]

[He frowns at that sympathy, but it's mild, rather than with any severity. Dillon lost out on having a normal life, having a chance to grow up as any young person should when he was only just beginning.

Powers lost a city, a company, a massive corporate empire that he spent nearly thirty years working hard shaping. Dillon, in the end, is just a boy who had to run away from home. Powers is a king deposed of his throne.]

"Everything" is...subjective. [He does consider it, though, gaze drifting as his voice softens.] But it certainly doesn't hurt any. And I suppose that maybe, it does even help. A little.

[spam] tw ; mention of suicide ideation

[orderfromchaos]

[A past, he considers, or a future. Home and family either way, along the way.]

Variable in content is not the same as subjective.

[But he doesn't sound pressed about it.]

That's something, I guess.

[He smiles, tiny and crooked. But it's there.]