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[teetheyes]

Dear Cori,

This is it, Cori. This is all that there is; I know it’s hard. I hope that by the time you’ve gotten this letter, you’ve started to move on, but maybe that’s too much to ask. I know that’s the problem with eternity. Mundies have it much easier, as if they don’t take as long to get over things.

But if it means anything to you.

I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I was never really very sexual, and I still don’t consider myself very sexual, because there’s only one person I really ever have sex with. You open me up, you see me whole. You appreciate the fighter and the musician and you know, you’ve always known, that despite the fact that I don’t want this war, that I had to go. And most importantly, you’re satisfied with the office clerk in me, the boy who never was good at love or glory or passion. You’re satisfied with that, and that is the greatest gift you could ever give me.

So I can only give you everything of me.

It’s very late, while I’m writing this. It’s very quiet in the house, and you’re fast asleep. I’m crying because I can’t bear to think of how lonely you’ll be. I don’t want you to be lonely, Cori.

I said if you ever treated me badly I’d put you in the doghouse; and I still adhere to that. But you’ve been the most loyal and loving nightmare I’ve ever known (nevermind you’re the only nightmare I’ve ever known) and with the exception of a few rare instances of your brilliant idiocy, I’ve never wanted you out of my life.

I will remember you forever. Even if I die at war, even if I cannot dream, even if I live until the sun dies, I will remember you.

You’ve put part of me at peace, and I will always be with you.

After this letter, there isn’t much left to keep you engaged, but I hope that hunting for them, looking for them has kept you from being miserable. Please try and be okay, Cori. Let someone else in. Friendship can only help.

Love,

Boy Blue

I despise you.

[ooc: Strikeouts NOT there. Thing from Constantine dead buried in the middle of the street, except it's not quite real so he's even more pissed! Approach with caution.]

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//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[Helps pull the Corinthian to his feet, and make sure that if something distracts Luke, he's ready to take over the binders]

The Prison?

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He only wishes that'd been the flesh and bone arm. Knuckles don't stand a chance against his teeth. Later on he'll be glad it was the right fist, but at this point Cori isn't thinking of salvaging friendships as Blue had written him to keep.]

Nnggh.

[He struggles against the two, pulled to his feet and stumbling from the cuts to his legs. He'll heal, and he's walking, just combative under the buffer of the Force.]

Fucking cheater.

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

[Luke nods at Obi-Wan.]

I'm half your size and I'd like to avoid cutting your head off, I'd say I'm playing pretty fair.

[He sounds distracted as he gets out his comm and puts in a call to the prison - Urahara made easy transports for angry supernatural detainees, this should be a snap. When he's done, he looks back over at Cori, but he knows there's nothing to be said or done besides throwing him in a cell and letting him burn out and cool down.]