[ At some point during the early part of the curses happening, Uldren will get a voice message. It's from Crow's ID address but it's not... Crow? It's like someone is piggybacking off his ID. ]
Prince Uldren? This is Glint, Crow's Ghost.
I know you probably don't want to hear from either of us, but I thought I should check in on you, since I've been hearing some strange stories about people becoming cursed. Wanted to make sure you weren't losing your head or anything like that!
Except you can actually lose your head. If you lost your head, please ... make a noise. Any noise will mean yes! If you can reach your phone, that is...
Er. Anyways. Goodbye, I hope you're all in one piece!
It takes Boone a while of staring at his phone in his room, but after his talk with V he figures the least he can do is try. So he finally texts Uldren when he knows the other man is home, too.
Can we talk?
He almost regrets sending it at first, and he fiddles anxiously with his blunt nails as he waits for a reply. He needs to apologise for what happened in Ballymallet- but if Uldren won't accept that then Boone won't push it.
Boone stares up at the sprig of greenery adorning the entrance of their house with suspicion. They'd only gone out for supplies, but apparently in their absence someone thought it would be funny to hang kissletoe above their door- meaning to get back inside their house, Uldren and Boone have to either kiss or deal with it some other way. Boone is personally fine with a kiss, though he wouldn't usually do it in semi-public, but he glances over at Uldren anyway to gauge his reaction.
"Saw someone get tied up by the vines that come outta these things. Little too reminiscent of Vault 22 for my liking, but the guy didn't get hurt." Boone pauses. "We, uh. Might have to kiss to get in."
Even after what came after his apology a couple of weeks ago, Boone still wants Uldren's input before he just kisses him. Maybe soon he'll feel confident stealing those kisses without warning, but for now he likes to ask.
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Prince Uldren? This is Glint, Crow's Ghost.
I know you probably don't want to hear from either of us, but I thought I should check in on you, since I've been hearing some strange stories about people becoming cursed. Wanted to make sure you weren't losing your head or anything like that!
Except you can actually lose your head. If you lost your head, please ... make a noise. Any noise will mean yes! If you can reach your phone, that is...
Er. Anyways. Goodbye, I hope you're all in one piece!
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how tf has it been 6 days since you posted this like how tf am i losing time like this
endwalker prep real
i've got a bad case of the log in queues (ultimate)
27th Nov
Can we talk?
He almost regrets sending it at first, and he fiddles anxiously with his blunt nails as he waits for a reply. He needs to apologise for what happened in Ballymallet- but if Uldren won't accept that then Boone won't push it.
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imaging playing someone that had fanart so i didn't have to fucking commission all my icons ;o;
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12th Dec
"Saw someone get tied up by the vines that come outta these things. Little too reminiscent of Vault 22 for my liking, but the guy didn't get hurt." Boone pauses. "We, uh. Might have to kiss to get in."
Even after what came after his apology a couple of weeks ago, Boone still wants Uldren's input before he just kisses him. Maybe soon he'll feel confident stealing those kisses without warning, but for now he likes to ask.
"So... what're you thinking?"
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