Mask or Menace ☂ IC Phone Post

[numberthree]

INBOX Voice | Text | Call | Video | Surprise Me A flat computer automated voice comes on and states in monotone: "This is the voicemail box for Allison Hargreeves. Leave a message at the beep."

Luther

Diego

Klaus

Five

Ben

Vanya

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[obediences]

Yes. Of course.

[ It's uncertain if there's any 'of course' about it, though, and even Luther couldn't say whether or not he'd have told her without the promise. Like the wounded dog that crawls under the porch to lick its wounds alone, to suffer alone. He never wants wants anyone to see him in these vulnerable moments, even if it's her. And in this particular circumstance and on this particular subject: especially when it's her. ]

I'll give you the official appointment time once I have it, and give you a headsup before I go.

[numberthree]

[ 'Of course,' he says. And Allison, staring at it, those first few words for too long, thinks it might be the second closest thing to a lie, and worse because it's a duty. Not a choice. She's not a comfort. Or a companion. She's a requirement. Maybe she deserves that coldness.

Somewhere Diego's voice is still calling her 'Daddy's Girl' in that acidic little sing-song taunted-insult of the tiki bar, and even if she'd blatantly disrespected the man more loudly than most for nearly a decade, she's not sure it's not right. That she hasn't become everything like him. Always manipulating things to suit herself. Her weakness. Her survival. Her fear. Her opinion. No matter what, or whom, it broke along the way. Claiming remorse only once the shattered pieces were at her feet.

If this is just that crack along where she starts breaking this, herself, too.

Even more, she wants to find this Josh Foley and break him, instead, for everything she's feeling,
and because he thinks he has any right to touch Luther. To change him. Like Luther's want is beside the point.

She doesn't have that right.

She doesn't deserve the one that knew Luther would promise.
Or the fact he'll refuse to break it now that it's made. ]




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