( felix strikes a match and lights his cigarette, then swallows a long drag and stares at ephemera evenly through a cloud of hazy smoke. he intended to leave, move on. like before, like always, ephemera stops him. insane. no sense in it.
and for some reason, like always, felix stays. jostles another cigarette from his pack, hands it over.
ortez would've killed him if felix failed to do it himself. there was never any doubt about ephemera's ultimate fate, once everything was said and done. they never talked about it because they never needed to. business. loose ends. one more body to be spaced into the frozen dark and left behind, never to be thought of again. ephemera didn't matter then. he shouldn't matter now.
duplicity threw a wrench into all of that. it's a wrongness that can't be righted, a tide shift that should've never happened. felix died on chorus. he never knew ephemera beyond their temporary arrangement. that's how it should've stayed, forever. )
Nope. ( he rubs his thumb along his bottom lip, cigarette poised between two fingers. he's fidgety, uncomfortable in his own skin, with this stillness outside of the violence. ) I think I'm the only thing in this universe that makes any fucking sense.
( but he hooks his cigarette in his mouth and strikes another match anyway, palm hovering near the flame as steps closer – too close, again – and lights ephemera's cigarette. )
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and for some reason, like always, felix stays. jostles another cigarette from his pack, hands it over.
ortez would've killed him if felix failed to do it himself. there was never any doubt about ephemera's ultimate fate, once everything was said and done. they never talked about it because they never needed to. business. loose ends. one more body to be spaced into the frozen dark and left behind, never to be thought of again. ephemera didn't matter then. he shouldn't matter now.
duplicity threw a wrench into all of that. it's a wrongness that can't be righted, a tide shift that should've never happened. felix died on chorus. he never knew ephemera beyond their temporary arrangement. that's how it should've stayed, forever. )
Nope. ( he rubs his thumb along his bottom lip, cigarette poised between two fingers. he's fidgety, uncomfortable in his own skin, with this stillness outside of the violence. ) I think I'm the only thing in this universe that makes any fucking sense.
( but he hooks his cigarette in his mouth and strikes another match anyway, palm hovering near the flame as steps closer – too close, again – and lights ephemera's cigarette. )
I think you're crazy.