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Jan
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11th
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2026
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
USERNAME: @lyonesse
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Date:
2026-01-31 02:21 pm (UTC)
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The wedding will be held at St. Patrick's Cathedral, not Saltburnt Manor.
By all accounts, we're not even in the same dimension as the one where our marriage will be recorded.
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Date:
2026-01-31 02:38 pm (UTC)
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You don't get it. How could you.
[His thoughts are broken up, each coming through as a separate text as his phone takes his silence as a finished message.]
I told you that I get attached, and that it's a problem. I can't. Want you. Because then I won't be able to let go. I won't.
I won't be able to go back to how things should be when we go home.
[More drinking, in a failed attempt at dulling the pain of ripping his own heart out instead.]
So just tell me to leave, Mark. Please. I don't think I can survive you otherwise.
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2026-01-31 02:39 pm (UTC)
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Date:
2026-01-31 09:43 pm (UTC)
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I understand more than you think.
This is an opportunity. Time we wouldn't have elsewhere. I'd like to make the most of it.
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Date:
2026-01-31 10:57 pm (UTC)
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No it's not. It's just prolonging the inevitable. You and Isolde.
You and Isolde have a future together. I don't. So you can't say something like that. It's cruller than making me leave would ever be.
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Date: 2026-01-31 02:21 pm (UTC)By all accounts, we're not even in the same dimension as the one where our marriage will be recorded.
no subject
Date: 2026-01-31 02:38 pm (UTC)[His thoughts are broken up, each coming through as a separate text as his phone takes his silence as a finished message.]
I told you that I get attached, and that it's a problem. I can't. Want you. Because then I won't be able to let go. I won't.
I won't be able to go back to how things should be when we go home.
[More drinking, in a failed attempt at dulling the pain of ripping his own heart out instead.]
So just tell me to leave, Mark. Please. I don't think I can survive you otherwise.
no subject
Date: 2026-01-31 09:43 pm (UTC)This is an opportunity. Time we wouldn't have elsewhere. I'd like to make the most of it.
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Date: 2026-01-31 10:57 pm (UTC)You and Isolde have a future together. I don't. So you can't say something like that. It's cruller than making me leave would ever be.