EDGE OF REVERIE ⦿ OVERFLOW

[gunmettle]

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[davincible]

Well, if I said I didn't, I'd be lying...

At any rate, you're a good guy. Probably one of the nicest ones I've met here. I think you'd be fine.

[gunmettle]

Sheesh. You sure know how to undermine a guy's rep.

[ A "rep" that he surely doesn't have. ]

So, what are your feelings? About love and all that.

[davincible]

I am absolutely beautiful and a genius and the best type of person to have as an ally or as a mentor.

[ what. ]

But I never thought it was a good idea for anyone to fall for me, or vice-versa.

[gunmettle]

[ What indeed. ]

... Why's that?

[davincible]

My personality is not the easiest to handle. I can admit that. Quite easily, actually.

[ AND ALSO I AM DEAD. ]

[gunmettle]

Yeah, and?

[davincible]

You saw my memory. You remember what I said, about Servants.

[gunmettle]

I remember. Just didn't realize you were such a damn hypocrite.

[davincible]

Oh, yes. Absolutely I am.

[ She's too tired. ]

[gunmettle]

Sorry, but you don't get to get away with "do as I say, not as I do". Not in this instance.

Out with it, what's the deal?

[davincible]

[ dryly-- ]

Really? You want to gossip now? About my own failings?

[gunmettle]

I wanna talk. About your feelings.

You know, like you just did for me? It's a thing that friends do. Or so I'm told.

[davincible]

...

[ she heaves a sigh. ]

I'm sure you know the risk that comes with friends with benefits, right?

[gunmettle]

Sure. I've dealt with my fair share of jobs over jilted lovers. Lemme guess, "friend" isn't entirely accurate anymore.

[davincible]

That is where it appears to be going, yeah.

[gunmettle]

Is the feelin' mutual or-?

[davincible]

[ she lifts a hand and wobbles it back and forth. ]

Hate to say it, because I hate this answer, but it's complicated.

[gunmettle]

How so? Might as well spill the details. I got nowhere else to be.

[davincible]

I am very very dead and while I have full belief people will find a way to visit each other when they return home, that doesn't apply to dead people and I'd rather not hurt this mostly emotional person even more than I already have.

[gunmettle]

[ He's quiet a moment, giving a considering drag of his cigarette. Smoke curls from between steel teeth. ]

Does this person know that? About you bein' dead, and there bein' a possibility of you not seein' each other again?

[davincible]

They're aware.

And before you say anything, yes I know. I know that it'd probably be fine as long as they accepted that.

[gunmettle]

So what's the hang up, then?

[davincible]

Whether I'm okay with it or not. Among other things. Which I cannot possibly explain, even if I wanted to.

[ She's. Tired. ]

[gunmettle]

Guess it really is complicated.

[ He angles his head away from her, exhaling a plume of smoke that drifts up and away, before turning to regard her again. ]

You already know I'm no good at this stuff, but here's my two cents anyway: I think you need to decide what you're gonna regret more. If you take the shot now, you might have a chance at somethin' good in this hellhole. Might also open yourself up for a whole lotta hurt. But doin' nothing might prove to be worse, in the end. Seems to me a dead woman's got no room for regrets.

[davincible]

It's not me I'm...

[ Sigh. ]

Well. Constant dissing of yourself aside, it's not bad advice.