OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

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prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

 

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[skrull]

That's sweet and everything, but I've got to say: kind of a worrying conditional. [ A beat, then his hands go up in a 'don't shoot me' sort of pose. ] Just putting that out there.

[zapfirst]

Remind me how you get the reputation as the romantic one again.

[skrull]

You know what's romantic? Not being dead.

Now that. That is romantic. [ A beat. ] And totally not creepy either. F. Y. I.

[zapfirst]

Yeah? Try telling that to Shakespeare and basically every poet ever.

[skrull]

Poets are creepy. Fact.

[zapfirst]

Someday we're gonna have to deal with these weird phobias of yours, Ted. Fact.

[skrull]

Hey now, 'phobias' is a little harsh.

I like to think of them more as 'let's not go there's? So more like strongly-worded suggestions written on strategically-placed signs everywhere, as opposed to actual rules.

[ A beat. ] Cause we all know how well we get along with those, am I right?

[zapfirst]

Ffff. [ Billy huffs out a little breath of air which mostly just makes his bangs fall into his left eye. ] We usually at least think about following rules. That puts us ahead of most people.

[skrull]

Is this a creepy poet face or a the Avengers don't let us have nice things face — we switched gears so quickly at the last change-up, I'm not sure which pout goes where. Cause if I knew that getting our Edgar Allen Poe on was going to get you to make the face, I would've changed the subject, B.

It is way too early for face-making.

[zapfirst]

Okay, I retract the face. The face has officially been rescinded.

[skrull]

[ Teddy lifts his eyebrows and then suddenly drops them again. ]

The face is side-barred until after donuts. After donut time can totally be the face time, okay?

[zapfirst]

[ Billy raises his eyebrows too, not quite intentionally mimicking Teddy. ]

Let's be honest, after donut time is worrying about fitting into my spandex time.

[skrull]

[ Confused face time is officially go. ]

One donut is not going to suddenly tip the delicately held balance of power over to the dark side, dude.

[zapfirst]

[ Billy presses his lips together. It's not quite the return of the face, but it's sort of verging on it. ]

That's what they all say. Right up until the balance tips.

[skrull]

[ Teddy points accusingly at the face: the sequel (son of face). Adopting a frighteningly good Alec Guinness impersonation: ]

Use the Force, Luke. And if that fails, just magic the calories away — alakazam.