Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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[screwedontight]

"If you want, you can put the blame on me," he offers. He's used to being the one to blame, so setting it up so that this Alaric hates him and not her doesn't bother him all that much.

"Maybe tell him I couldn't handle things, it got too serious or something for me and I bolted. But then, thinking about living without you..."

And that there is the truth. He couldn't imagine living without her and he hates the idea of that. Maybe that's how, somehow, they found themselves here together.

"So I came back and begged you for a second chance. Then it doesn't seem to come out of nowhere? You know him well enough to know what might make it easier, at least."

He'd rather worry about it being easier for her, but he's learned enough to know he has to think about her friends and how she'd take care of them.

[talesuntold]

"Don't need you to be a scapegoat, darling. But thank you. I'm definitely going to claim we'd broken up for some reason, and that you came running when you found out I'd been hurt. But I think there's a middle ground that doesn't entail you unilaterally running out on me." She tips her head to rest on his shoulder again and sighs.

"I'm exhausted," she admits.

[screwedontight]

He snorts at that, stroking his hand along her arm. Just needing to keep her close to him.

"The truth is that there is a time I would have problem done just that," he admits in a soft voice. Before her. Before Chloe and Lucifer and his bonds in another world that wasn't his own. Before Wonderland.

Not that even he would, he had. More than once, if he was honest.

Bend up slowly, he kisses against her hair softly. "Then go to sleep," he whispers softly. "I'll be right here with you."