[SPAM for Iris]
[She stretches luxuriously when she wakes, rejoining the world of the conscious little by little; it's been a good few days. Five different names, five different shapes, but she has them all straight in her head and it was absolutely worth it because he knew, and everything is finally going right with them for the first time in years and she's just so happy...
But the feeling doesn't last long, it never does. She hasn't opened her eyes yet but everything else passes through; the neglect, the phone call, the other woman...
His scent lingers though, that thoroughly undeniable maleness, and for a moment she thinks things are okay again. He must have come to his senses, apologized for everything enough that she agreed to take him back, and she opens her eyes finally with a content smile, glancing over at the other weight in the bed with thoughts of how best to take advantage of the situation filling her head....
Only Wade isn't there. There's only another woman (and she remembers the proposition now, the offer to visit the prison he's evidently been sent to in the future, the promise that it's only for a few days). Another woman. Again.]
Wade Wilson, you are UNBELIEVABLE.
And who are you?
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you are an empty vessel, a blank slate
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theideal) wrote on February 13th, 2013 at 06:18 am
theideal) wrote on February 13th, 2013 at 06:18 am
when the little bluebird who has never said a word starts to sing