tycho-richard

[tycho-richard]

[Tycho sits at his desk, writing rapidly and keeping his body hunched to hide the paper.]

[His words are simple, one of hundreds of letters he wrote but never showed anyone, reading;

"Oh, my dear love, if I could do anything, I'd go back and never join them. I am sorry, my sweetheart."]

[tycho-richard]

i want you.

"?! N- No thanks!"

[tycho-richard]

what if poesy got you pregant again

"I?? I can't get pregnant anymore?- I mean, our daughter's a lovely girl, I don't think she'd mind a sibling, but- I can't get pregnant."

[He's stammering, horribly confused.]

[tycho-richard]

im gunna get yuo pregganngt

"Christ alive I might just ask someone to kill me."

[tycho-richard]

mpreg beam go!!!

"?!?!?! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE AND MPREG?"

[tycho-richard]

"I've.. hm. It's been something."

[He sighs, fidgeting with his hands from anxiety.]

"I.."

[He looked away, he couldn't bare to look Poesy in the face, to be reminded of all he had lost.]

"..I am sorry, Poesy. I've needed to say it a long time, and I know my apology means nothing- the guilt weighs on me, gnaws at me."

(twas bored and wanted to continue that rp we were doing the other day.Take your time to answer this,not rushing you at all,answer when you want)

*Poesy had arrived at the location Tycho written on the note a few minutes before he did.Though it seemed Poesy had enough time to light a cigarette,as they were smoking by the time Tycho would arrive.* *They dawned an antique kaftan dress,over that the rot sweater Tycho had made for them when they were still together,and over that a brown leather jacket.A antique cloche present on their head,and black mary jane shoes present on their feet.*

*Poesy just appeared to just look off into the distance,staring at nothing in particular as they waited for Tycho.Seemily stuck in their head,their expression not quite readable.*

[Fumbling and rushing his steps, Tycho walked over, covered in a mask, a beanie - which he would never usually wear - a trench coat, gloves and boots. Nothing he'd usually be fond of wearing, clearly attempting to stay unrecognisable.]

"P.. Poesy. It's, uhm, it's been a while."

[He seemed more nervous than ever before, pushing his glasses up often so they wouldn't fall off his face.]

"How have you been? Since, you know."

[For a man whose usually confident, he sounded close to crying.]

[tycho-richard]

(twas bored and wanted to continue that rp we were doing the other day.Take your time to answer this,not rushing you at all,answer when you want)

*Poesy had arrived at the location Tycho written on the note a few minutes before he did.Though it seemed Poesy had enough time to light a cigarette,as they were smoking by the time Tycho would arrive.* *They dawned an antique kaftan dress,over that the rot sweater Tycho had made for them when they were still together,and over that a brown leather jacket.A antique cloche present on their head,and black mary jane shoes present on their feet.*

*Poesy just appeared to just look off into the distance,staring at nothing in particular as they waited for Tycho.Seemily stuck in their head,their expression not quite readable.*

[Fumbling and rushing his steps, Tycho walked over, covered in a mask, a beanie - which he would never usually wear - a trench coat, gloves and boots. Nothing he'd usually be fond of wearing, clearly attempting to stay unrecognisable.]

"P.. Poesy. It's, uhm, it's been a while."

[He seemed more nervous than ever before, pushing his glasses up often so they wouldn't fall off his face.]

"How have you been? Since, you know."

[For a man whose usually confident, he sounded close to crying.]

[tycho-richard]

🫃soon..

"Wh- No!? Nobody is getting me pregnant!"

[tycho-richard]

can i maul you?just a little

"No."

[tycho-richard]

So what if i bit you hypothetically. just like a huge fucking chomp. off your arm.

"I'd not be very happy about it! I've got enough issues with my body from age as is!"

[tycho-richard]

i wanna turn you into a fine paste with nothing more than my bare hands then put you into a smoothie or perhaps drink the visceral paste alone

"Have you considered a mental institution?"

[tycho-richard]

"Indifferent."

opinions on cannibalism?

"God you sound like my ex."

[tycho-richard]

opinions on cannibalism?

"God you sound like my ex."

[tycho-richard]

rotating you around in my head

"I might get motion sick. :("

[tycho-richard]

"I'm unable to get pregnant anymore."

im impregnating you right now

"Poesy did that once many years ago."

[tycho-richard]

im impregnating you right now

"Poesy did that once many years ago."

[tycho-richard]

"Just.. that note. It's for today. Meet me there and then. Do not say anything. Do not photograph it. Do not tell anyone where you're going."

[And with that, he shut off his phone, rushing off to prepare.]

*Tycho received a text from Poesy.odd occurance because its been who knows how long ago they last texted each other.*

*and it read*

["hoping this is the right number.. I do not know if i forgive you.Despite this wracking my brain since i got that note.I'd like to talk to you.About what?No idea.I'd just like to talk to you., -Yours sincerenly,Poesy Hatrell."]

[He takes a heavy breath, like he's trying hard not to cry immediately. He holds his phone tightly, it's a miracle it didn't just break there and then.]

[He paced around for hours, just staring at the text, unsure whether to reply or not, but soon he settles down, and with shaking hands simply responds;

"It's been a while, Poesy, how've you been?"

He knows it's not the best response, but it's the best he can do right now, sweat starting to form.]