Trenton: There must be a way to find where they went. The last time they took someone... *He ran a hand through his hair, his other arm naturally holding Sang a bit closer; both times they had managed to take someone, that person had died Adam?
Adam: Don't ask me. My powers suck here. *He placed the ingredients on the counter Although, with our entire troupe here, it's not as bad. Especially since Richard is our Director.
Richard: No, you're right. I feel weaker here too.
Trenton: It's the nature of our troupes. We draw a great deal of our powers from Lacuna and the world with which we reside in... If I had to guess, weakening our aptitudes was certainly a factor into Ouija's decision making in regards to bringing us back to Earth.
*Suri frowned, glancing at Trenton nervously as he spoke. He was right. She even remembered that the last time they were on Earth, Trenton's aptitude was so weakened that he practically came back to Lacuna without one.
Fuchsia: Aw, but it's rude to keep people waiting~
*Although honestly, the brunet could wait to be with the others. Particularly Trenton.
*Fuchsia had meant to apologize to Trenton personally for how he had been treating him since the breakup. And now, after being presumably teleported back to Earth, he remembered more reasons why he should have never treated the man the way that he had. In other words, he felt even worse.
*The flashbacks only served to remind Fuchsia of just how ungrateful he was. Trenton had saved his life, repeatedly, in just the short amount of time he could remember. He had been his first lover in years, someone he felt safe with. He had been his first boyfriend. Fuchsia didn't value him for what he was, only what he wanted him to be. He neglected his loyalty, his dedication, and really most of the things that Trenton did. He was caught up in the superficial -- the amount of time they spent with each other, the cutesy pageantry any novice to relationships would desire. And there was nothing wrong with that because he didn't know any better.
*But after he heard Trenton call Sang by the one thing that he had so tragically under appreciated, Fuchsia felt torn between killing the doctor in a fit of rage, setting Sang on fire, and asking Seok to fuck him until he forgot what feelings were. And none of those options were exactly healthy coping strategies.
Fuchsia: *In Desvelarian, to Seok "But seriously, you may want to relax. He's not trying anything, and we don't need you giving the guy a heart attack on arrival."
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