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Saturn by Sleeping At Last is such an Avi song, I get feels every fucking time--

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what emotion are you?

Guilt.

Your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. It is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. You deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. You want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your penitence will eat you whole. It is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?

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-- may I not fall under their knives, Dua Ma'at, Dua Bastet, Dua Khonsu, Dua Horus--

This wasn't the time or place for this. He knew it wasn't, not when the sounds of a fight were practically on top of him. A stranger's voice snapped him out of it long enough to see he was no longer alone on the rooftop...

In more ways than one. His eyes went from the squirrel tail to the robot thing that had suddenly come into view. The squirrel lady was trying to warn him about something-- probably the robot-- but there was no time for him to try and answer.

He flung both arms out to his sides, dropping a dome of violet energy over both of them just as the robot started firing. But it wouldn't hold long, not with his current state of mind--

She'd been getting kicked around some in the fight with the Sentinel. It seemed to cycle between recognizing her as a mutant, and as a non-mutant, which might be useful if she could just figure out how to predict--

As she leapt back onto a new rooftop, she noticed it already had an occupant. Uh-oh.

"Woah, it's not safe here, you need to--" Wait. Doreen stopped, approaching them in the pause as the Sentinel once again lost interest in her. "Hey, hey. What's wrong? Are you okay?"

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He's up on a high rooftop, anxiety spiking hard even as his pendant is held tight in one gloved hand and snippets of prayer flit through his head in an attempt to calm himself. The night had been going so smoothly up to now, yet here he was on one knee on the verge of hyperventilating--

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It's International Surfing Day?! Now he HAS to get in the water!

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// Avi energy-vampiring a bad guy by kissing them to surprise them and stealing their energy while they're wtf-ing

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// Every time Wake Me Up by Wham! comes on at work, all I can see is the damn cupcake van chase from Moon Knight oh my go d

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I didn't ask if it made sense to keep going. I said I'm going to kick your twisted evil ass.

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The fun thing about Set having his own animal all to himself is that you can get a really strong sense of what the vibe with him was just by looking at what words the Egyptians used that animal to spell.

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A heart as bright as the sun, and twice as warm

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@punkbites

"The ocean is a soup, so it's World Soup day."

Water, salt, meat, veggies, yeah that's a soup!

And if someone argues it's not hot, there's at least one tomato floating in there somewhere, which makes it a gazpacho.

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The (very) brief thought of "it's the fifteen years of emotional trauma" flitted through his mind, but he kept that to himself. He did tap out a sheepish "sorry" to show her on his phone, though.

Yeah, I'm fine. Trying to balance vigilante work with work-work. They bumped my rent up again so I haven't been able to get out here as much in the last few weeks. How have things been on your end?

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"Holy sh- heck Avi! How do you always walk so dang quiet?" Doreen grabs at her heart, willing it to settle down after she was just jump-scared by the person beside her. "You doin' alright? You look like you haven't been sleepin' well again."

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Happy World Ocean's Day!~

He'd have to take some time to visit the bay this morning... maybe before the sun came up so he could watch the sunrise?

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Can I curl up on your chest like a kitty cat or do you hate me

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They've mistaken your softness for weakness, but if they only knew it's the reason you're still here, fighting for love.

Sol Poetria