poorlydied: (smile)
gerry keay ([personal profile] poorlydied) wrote in [community profile] soddersays 2020-09-04 01:33 am (UTC)

[ At the uncertainty, the distressed expression: ]

I don’t see any reason why you can’t. There are other avatars here, and other dead people. This place doesn’t seem to care about that.

[ Gerard doesn’t quite know what to say to Oliver’s apology, and mentally files it as “unusual,” like his touch. But it’s good, Gerard thinks. It’s also good.

Gerard’s own hand returns the squeeze, and he nods once at Oliver before looking back out at the drop. It’s a long way down, but if Oliver says it won’t kill them, then Gerard figures he has nothing to fear. Besides, it’ll be nice to introduce this kind new man to Deerington proper.

Not letting go of Oliver’s hand, Gerard slides off the ledge. The distance turns out to be short, the landing soft. As soon as Gerard’s feet make contact with the grass, his joints turn back to flesh and blood, warmth rushing back into his hands and all down his body. He looks over to Oliver, and smiles. ]


Looks like we made it. [ and now that they’re free: ] You hungry?

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