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[multiverse]

Where will you be?

I like tragedy. So much more interesting than happiness.

[guitarpicks]

i could be in your lap or you could grace mine, Mommy

well my life happens to be a tragedy

[multiverse]

( heheh. cute. )

I'll decide when I'm there. Are you sure it won't distract you from talking about ( suspiciously, her dissertation study did not require a very thorough examination of the rules of dnd. looking for one single reference, ah ) beholders?

Most people's are. A human will find tragedy in a vacuum.
Take heart in knowing most people are just as miserable as you.

[guitarpicks]

depends? are you going to try to distract me?

damn, here i thought i got to be bitter and petty for good reasons

[multiverse]

No, I want to learn. But you are a little irresistible.

( annoyingly enough, it's not a lie. )

Depends on what the reasons are. Some people suffer more, that's a fact.
Are you suffering?

[guitarpicks]

flattery really works on me, you know

just got the short end of the stick in a lot of things

i don’t think im suffering now, unless this is all a dream and i gotta wake up

[multiverse]

I know. You’re a good boy.

You’re enjoying your stay here, then?

[guitarpicks]

far from it but keep telling me that :)

it’s better than the meat place
better than home too
r u?

[multiverse]

I’ve met a lot worse.

Well ( meat place ???? ) I suppose it’s nice not being hunted. And the free clothes aren’t bad.

[guitarpicks]

( that typo is not one he noticed because MOMMY )

you were hunted before?

[multiverse]

Like a deer. America most recently. Japan before that.
Not very friendly.

[guitarpicks]

what the fuck

that doesn't surprise me about america
i'm like... public enemy of suburbia
hail satan, apparently

[multiverse]

Did you do something horrible?

[guitarpicks]

i play dnd
and have the last name munson

[multiverse]

Ah. Burn the witch.

( a little weird wait, where parisa battles her self preservation and the awkward instinct to tell eddie something about herself. inconvenient. but — parisa doesn’t make a habit of second guessing herself. )

Want to keep a secret for me?

[guitarpicks]

good old middle america satanic panic

only if you want to share it

[multiverse]

I’m a telepath. That’s why every government seems to want me dead, because I’m not interested in joining up with them.
Freaked out?

[guitarpicks]

like mind reading stuff?

i hope you can control it because my head’s a mess ( there is no silence, constant noise and anxiety and spiraling even without the fun presence lurking there in the back )

[multiverse]

Yours is actually kind of nice.

( she immediately can't believe she said that, now thoroughly annoyed with herself. )

I've seen worse than messy.

[guitarpicks]

you like chaos?

like what?

cw: implied csa

[multiverse]

I like things that interest me.

( a number of salacious tidbits of gossip come to mind, each more cruel and inherently evil than the last. but ultimately, none of it means anything. everyone is a monster, parisa knows that — she knows that better than anyone. the brutal truth, )

Government secrets. Mafia crimes. The real first impression everyone has of you.
Imagine the most unforgivable thing anyone has ever said to you. And now imagine everything they didn’t say, but thought about saying.

( imagine being the prettiest girl in the world, with a brother who decided you became a woman when you were twelve. )

[guitarpicks]

people didn’t really filter themselves around me but that’s true… even if they were shitty out loud, they probably thought worse

i’m sorry you have to hear it

it’s probably… actually awful. when people are are horny and you have to hear it ( he wrinkles his nose, wonders how often she has to deal with being objectified. she beautiful, gorgeous and he’s enraptured but Eddie’s sure his fellow men wouldn’t always think the most flattering of words. )

can you do it over distance?

[multiverse]

You shouldn’t pity me, Eddie. You should fear me.

( the endless pursuit: parisa has no idea how evil she’d have to be in order to be seen as anything more than beautiful. libby could probably tell her, but she could probably be defined as a psychopath by someone who didn’t know her. )

Do you want to know what you’re thinking?

( neither a yes or a no. )

[guitarpicks]

who said i pity you? i think people are awful, that's different. you could probably ruin them, couldn't you? ruin me if you wanted to

tell me what i'm thinking ( something aches at the base of his skull, a throb like the start of a headache. he winces, frowns and shakes it off and hopes it's not what he thinks that is about to get unpleasant at someone poking too deep. )

[multiverse]

Nobody walks headfirst into ruination. You should at least have the decency to make me hate you first.

( eugh. she’s practically smitten. )

If you were less kind, you’d be thinking how stuck up I am, to look how I look and have the audacity to complain. But you’re not, so I imagine you’re thinking about every thought you’ve had in my presence, and how much of an ass you’ve made of yourself, and whether or not I know how much you want me.
If it helps, you haven’t thought anything awful that I’ve seen. And I don’t need telepathy to know the rest.