dreadinquisitor | Mask or Menace

Mask or Menace - IC Inbox

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[He grips his hands together, hard, trying to stop the shaking. Force, Dameron, get a hold of yourself--

He's gone, he tried to stop me from getting in my plane, tried to- he was trying to tell me the same thing you were, but I wouldn't listen--

[He remembers, then, about what Odin made him promise. Not to tell Peter. That he would tell him about it when he woke up, the next day, after the reset. Only he didn't reset. He didn't reset, and it was Poe's fault, and he wasn't supposed to tell Peter about it, wasn't supposed to let that information get to him--

He shouldn't be saying anything. But his hands won't stop shaking.]

He told me that if I kept-- that eventually I was going to stop coming back and then he-- he blew up the plane, and it- his body disappeared right out of my arms, after he made me promise not to- tell- it's my fault, it's my fault, but you can't tell anyone, he made me promise--

Edited 2018-03-28 12:32 (UTC)

[Maxwell's eyes were narrowing, his brows drawing together; his jaw was tightening, tightening, as Poe went on and the creep of unease along his spine grew. Something wasn't just wrong, it was very wrong.

And he he thought he knew without even asking. Poe had a lot of friends, but there were only a few that immediately sprang to mind for doing something this drastic. Only a few that would bring this completely shaken response from Poe.

He took a deep breath, slowly in through his nose, and held it a beat.]

...Odin?

[Poe manages to cut off his rambling, and there's a long few seconds before he just nods, unable to look up.]

... Yeah. Odin.

[Maxwell's eyes closed, the breath he'd been holding slowly releasing. Odin. If anyone was going to be as foolish as Poe, for Poe especially - of course it was Odin.

After a long beat, he looks at Poe again.]

I'm sorry, Poe.

It's never an easy thing to carry.

[He runs a hand through his hair, breathing out hard.]

My point - my point is that I'm sorry. That I didn't get it.

Trust me, I- understand if you don't want anything to do with me, anymore. If that's your decision, I.. respect that. But I'm going to try my damnedest to be better. I promise.