Erskine Ravel

Hellooo

"No, Saracen, you don't get it. That poor brother of mine recognises that man no matter what face he's wearing. No matter how long it's been and how different he looks, Erskine recognises Hopeless. And it was Hopeless who did that to him. Not some fucking remnant."

"I will marry you," he said softly.

His frown deepened, and he seemed confused. "I..." he began, but hesitated. "He..." Who had he meant? He couldn't say Hopeless, though he was the man who came to mind. What was the other one's name?
          
          
          Erskine Ravel, once a great master of elaborate plans. Now, can't even remember his boyfriend's name.

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"We can be happy."
          ▪
          "What's your plan then? Fuck them, whisper some sweet nothings, then get your way? It'd probably work too."
          - Hopeless
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          "But you know what? I told Lucifer I loved him. This is my fault."
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          "Whatever we do, we do together."
          - Erskine 
          
          [On the subject of how hopeskine's going -
          iffy.]

"If I'm not majorly better by Christmas," he announced slowly, "you're not to marry me."

It has been so long since we last talked. How are you? 

"I guess no man comes home from war. Not really."

Your location makes me cry