week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[gamboler]

So it does...

[ He can't argue with that. Even when no one knows who he is, he can't escape from himself, and that's the true obstacle. That's only been proven to be more and more true the longer he's here.

He and Messmer may have more in common than he realized. ]

We do tend to be our own worst enemies. Any closer to letting yourself find love, my friend?

[anathemaw]

[ don't make him answer that!! ]

I have naught but lost what love was already fading from mine hands.

[ very vague of him, but he sounds rather grave as he says it. This is not a pun, despite the many graves around them. ]

[gamboler]

[ That does sound rather grim, and it would be easy enough to brush it off playfully, and that might be the kinder thing to do here. He doesn't know Messmer too well, so he can't say for sure. But...

...well. He's been trying to be a little more direct, and he can't take shortcuts just when it's convenient for him. ]

"Naught but lost"...that means there's still a little bit left, doesn't it? I would have said the same before coming here.

[ And yet, here he is. Somehow...still finding the capacity to love within himself. ]

You might surprise yourself! But only if you allow yourself to.

[anathemaw]

[ that is not what he meant, but Messmer doesn't have it in him to correct him. There's not really a point, anyways; he'd have to explain too much about himself and his mother. All he does is shake his head faintly. ]

And what couldst love accomplish?

[ it wouldn't change anything... it hasn't changed anything. Even so, he sounds rather mournful about it, some sadness creeping into his flat affect. ]

[gamboler]

[ Hah. As if he hasn't been asking himself that same question for the last two weeks...

And truthfully, he still...doesn't know the answer. Whatever his feelings for Nico are turning into, as nice as it feels to be wanted by someone, that doesn't undo the mess of a man that he is. It doesn't change that he's damaged, that he has years and years of unpacked baggage he doesn't want to force onto a partner, that he doesn't know what he wants out of life, or if he even wants to...

It just isn't fair. Love is a debt he could never pay back, and how does he reconcile with something he will always owe? ]

I don't know if I have a good answer for you there. All I can really offer is...every choice we make in life is a gamble, and the sweetest victories of all are the ones that come after a series of crushing defeats. I don't know about you, but I like to beat the odds when they're stacked against me.

[ the way they're talking about this in the middle of the zombie hordes ]

meanwhile

[anathemaw]

[ this aint about them ]

Hmph... By cards art thou truly addled.

[ his metaphors are awfully on the nose, aren't they? Messmer's not prone to impulses, no matter how high the stakes are - a consequence of his long life, perhaps. Or of the way his godly mother raised him. ]

And by mine ears Nicodeme hath not provided thine answer to thee. Curious.

[ his gamble surely paid off already, judging by the way they act around each other! Around this time, an animatronic zombie hand suddenly shoots out of the dirt ("dirt") by one of the fake graves with an incredibly loud screaming sound effect, which succeeds in making Messmer's snakes jolt backwards with synchronizes hisses. ]