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plushchimera · 1 year

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You shrug; saying it aloud does make it seem rather pointless.

#the passenger #the passenger spoilers #tp roach #my art #rene newman #the light is coming from the same place as music

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changeling-fae · 1 year

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I played the Roach single route so I could get the bus scene and I laughed so hard at the difference with it and the poly with Horizon when getting Roach to be emotionally honest about his species eradication.

You have Horizon making the conversation be mature and careful and then without Horizon you have Roach dumping his lunch onto Newman in an emotional outburst that leaves him embarrassed. Both routes are excellent. Also the bus scene made me extra emotional when he came back. I just love Roach so much. 😭💖

#the passenger #the passenger if #the passenger spoilers #tp roach #tp newman #tp horizon #horizon is the clear adult in the relationship #despite roach and newman being older than time itself

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dammit-sammit · 1 year

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Newman: It’s called Tzr’Nekre and you will die

Horizon: My will is strong, Great One

#the-passenger-if #the passenger #passenger if #tp horizon #the passenger spoilers

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starrypawz · 1 year

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That revelation though @the-passenger-if

#the passenger game #the passenger spoilers #the passenger game spoilers #the passenger

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ejunkiet · 1 year

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electric feel.

still obsessed with @the-passenger-if and had to write a little post game smutty epilogue with my Newman (Blue) and Roach.

the passenger if: roach/nb!newman, rated mature, 18+

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"Reparations, right?"

"Yeah." Their breath catches as Blue twists their head to press a kiss against the soft skin of their wrist, trailing down to their elbow. Tasting them. Their sweat. The heat of them, beneath the skin. "Fuck. As much as I really… really like… this. You did promise me more."

electric feel

"You can feel this… can't you?"

The creature beneath them snorts, an obnoxious sound echoed by the flickers of amusement that radiate across the golden light of their core. Their energy ripples around them, a reflection of the way their skin prickles beneath Blue's touch, a shiver rising and falling like a wave.

Roach opens their mouth to speak - or, more realistically, to make a smart ass comment - and Blue cuts them off before they can start, pressing a soft, open mouth kiss against their throat.

"It'sssss-ahh, shit! It's ticklish!"

They're squirming beneath them, fingers wound tight in the blue strands of their hair, just enough to feel it, but not pull them away. Blue can feel the vibration of their heartbeat beneath their lips, a frantic pace matched by the ripples in their aura, sending rainbows of holographic colour across the room.

It's beautiful. Then again, everything about the creature before them is. They don't know how they never saw it before.

They set their teeth against Roach's skin, just enough for them to feel it, to send another cascade of sparks across their aura, before the grip in their hair tugs.

"You're teasing me, pet."

Blue glances up, eyes that are human and not meeting shining gold as a smirk twists Roach's lips, their fingers loosening in their grip until they can drop down to Blue's cheek, tracing the curve of it.

"You gonna make good on your promise?"

Blue tilts their head, holding that brilliant gaze. They could get lost in it. They have before.

"Reparations, right?"

"You like my mouth on you." Another shiver ripples across them, their breath coming faster as Blue presses another soft kiss to the inside of their elbow, before following it with their tongue. Roach is vibrating with energy, excitement, tinged with a dangerous thrill. "You like me tasting you."

Blue allows their hand to travel lower, playing with the waistband of Roach's ancient sweats. Everything about their wardrobe was falling apart. They would fix that, tomorrow. Or the day after. They have six months before they're back on the road, after all.

"Can I taste you here?"

Roach's hips jerk at the question. "Fuck, you already know the answer to that."

"But I want to hear you say it."

Their golden eyes have turned dark, swallowed under the weight of their pupils, and they shift their hips, as if they want to close the distance, but aren't willing to take that final step.

It isn't their price to pay, after all.

"Yeah. Yeah, I want that." They're breathless as they say it, and their cheeks are flushed, but that doesn't stop the smirk that makes its way onto their lips. "You can do that thing I like to do to you."

A flood of heat rushes through them, and Blue's fingers curl into their waistband. "The thing you wouldn't have done to a virgin?"

Roach flashes them a shit-eating grin, smugly proud of themselves even as their cheeks burn. "Yeah. That."

They squirm again, lifting their hips just a little as they hold Blue's gaze, and they're so needy. "Come on, pet. Show me what you can do."

They were never one to back down from a challenge.

Slipping their fingers further down their abdomen, they take off Roach's sweatpants in one swift movement, revealing the planes of their warm, naked skin, and fuck.

They dip down low, brushing their nose along their inner thigh as they breathe them in, the excitement of their arousal sweet on the air. "No underwear?"

"I knew I was seeing you." Their voice is barely more than a whisper as they tilt their hips, letting their legs fall apart to create a little more room. Blue slides into the space, wrapping their hands around their hips, holding them down as they jerk again.

Holding their gaze, Blue leans forward, closing the distance between them as they swipe their tongue across them, tasting them. Their colours swirl, flashing bright as energy sparks across their aura, and they moan, loud, golden eyes squeezing shut.

"Fuck, pet."

A smirk curls their lips as Blue watches, absorbing every moment of their pleasure before they get to work, using their hands and mouth to take Roach apart, again and again, until they're a sweaty, gasping mess. It's the least they can do.

#the passenger if #roach tp #newman tp #oc: blue newman #yep. yep. this would not leave me.#the roach brainrot is real #the passenger spoilers #mdni #writing

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honeylemonbutte · 1 year

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Passenger Spoilers

Just did a 100% essence run - loved seeing through the eyes of a fully powered Newman and healing Livvy's injury. Romanced Fiama this time. Loved it, and I feel like I fell more in love every time the author mentioned Fiama's beautiful brown eyes. <333 And unlike the Roach run, the MC is the one lying to their RO and having to deal with the repercussions of those lies.

There's this little scene, with Fiama and Newman... I'm paraphrasing but Newman describes involuntary reactions like shivering and hairs raising on their body as "human things" and Fiama gets a little distraught. Noooo, baby... I'm sorry... girl, you're in love with a cosmic horror.

Edit! I forgot to add that on the relationship page, Bruno starts to copy Newman's smirk... kiddo no! Don't be like EJ Newman!

Anyway. It's 1999. Grab your Game Boy Color, grab your Hello Kitty hair dryer, grab your illegal Magic Knight Rayearth fansubs and enjoy this silly comic

the Passenger by @the-passenger-if

#help i'm drawing #the passenger #the passenger spoilers #the fiama-newman-bruno housefold is a VERY NERDY household #shitpost comics 2023...?

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antisocialxconstruct · 1 year

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calling this DONE because I don't want to look at it anymore. After exploring some of the other potential outcomes in @the-passenger-if I've warmed up to Ever's first ending considerably, although the one (1) thing that disappoints me is that if you're not on good enough terms with Roach you never get to find out Why™. So this was just my attempt to fill that little gap :v

2.8k, Ever and Roach have a nice friendly chat :) Major endgame spoilers, probably don't read if you haven't finished at least one playthrough

“Ever?”

He starts, glancing up at Fiama as if he’s only just become aware of her presence. From where she's hovering on the other side of the counter, coffee pot in hand, she arches a single sculpted eyebrow at him as he sits up slightly. "Hm? Sorry, I was a thousand miles away."

That's the understatement of a lifetime. Or overstatement, maybe. It's been eight months and he never once stopped thinking about Luna Ridge. About the feast. About coming the closest to perfect he’d ever been in twenty-six years, the closest to free he’d ever been… just to bounce off the damned portal like a bird hitting a window. Nothing’s felt right since. Nothing ever really felt right here, but he had learned to endure so long as it felt like he’d been moving steadily toward the end of it. Now…

Now there’s that little voice somewhere in the back of his mind telling him the same thing over and over. That was your chance and you missed it.

Fiama eyes him a moment longer, and he tries to smooth away whatever must be showing on his face. “I said are you doing okay? I feel like I’ve seen less and less of you lately, ever since…” She gestures vaguely with the coffee pot, but she won’t say it. There’s still some tiny, reluctant part of her that doesn’t like admitting any of that really happened, that the world extends that far beyond what makes sense. But Ever has no doubt she’s been thinking about it too.

“Oh… yeah I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Everything is so achingly normal now, he adds internally, and it’s a conscious effort to flash Fiama a light smile instead of the sneer that wants to accompany that thought. That wouldn’t be in character. That’s not how Ever Newman acts. But the little frown settled onto Fiama’s features isn’t going anywhere, and a sidelong glance tells Ever the diner is too empty for her focus to be redirected. He inhales sharply, clears his throat. “It’s just been an adjustment, you know?” he presses on. “We’ve been arranging some renovations to the bakery for Livvy’s sake, and in the meantime I’ve taken on a lot more of the work there to give her a break. It hasn’t left a lot of time for social calls is all.”

It’s a pretty weak lie, and not one that will hold a lot of water if Fiama has even one conversation with Livvy about it–the renovations are real, but in reality Livvy’s adapted admirably to her lost sight and the whole thing has become her pet project. The truth is Ever has been pulling away, avoiding people. The discomfort of having to pour himself back into this body, into this tiny excuse for a life, had deepened pretty quickly into resentment and disgust with every new reassurance that the other survivors of Luna Ridge still trusted him, still loved him, still thought of him as the Ever they had always known. I’m not, he wanted to remind them, I’m not anything that you know, I’m not anything that you could even comprehend. It had been dull to play human when his true existence had been a secret he had to keep. Now, to have that secret out only for the others to continue responding to the human mask after it’s been well and truly shredded… It's hell.

Still, he knows how to use it, and the lie gets exactly the reaction he was angling for. Fiama purses her lips in a sympathetic frown and gives him a slow nod, then leans in to top off his coffee. “Just make sure you’re making time for yourself,” she says softly. “It’s so important especially when you’re also looking after someone else.”

Ever empties three sugar packets into the freshly filled mug and tosses her a smirk. He starts, “speaking from exp-” but the comment dies on his lips when he realizes her attention is fixed on something over his shoulder. In the instant that follows a spark of panic arcs white-hot down his spine, before he can remind himself that there’s no longer anything after him.

Then Fiama straightens and the moment passes. “Sorry,” she chuckles, but her attention is already drifting, scanning the meager crowd in case she’s needed. “That person by the window just looked so familiar for a second.”

The non sequitur is enough to smother Ever’s fear in favor of curiosity, and he twists in his seat to see who she was looking at.

Then he freezes.

They do look different. It’s subtle, not immediately apparent whether anything actually changed or the distance of eight months has made their features seem unfamiliar. Maybe their hair is shorter? Maybe their clothes are new? But it couldn’t be anyone else. If Ever had been naive enough to doubt, it would have evaporated the second they glanced up and the sunlight bounced off those strange honey-gold eyes.

He’s out of his seat and across the floor before he can really even think about what he’s doing. His hands come down on the tabletop with a sharp thwack as he bends down to meet their eye. “If you were half as smart as you like to act,” he growls, “you’d be halfway around the globe right now.”

Roach blinks, then gives him a slow, syrupy smile. “And if you were half as powerful as you like to claim, I don’t think we’d be having this conversation right now, would we?” Ever holds their gaze and grits his teeth, but he isn’t able to offer any kind of rebuttal before they speak again. “What are you going to do, Ever? Are you gonna kill me? Explode my head right here in front of all these lovely people? You could, right?”

Could he? It’s a tempting prospect in spite of the mess it would make. His eyes stay locked onto theirs for another moment as he weighs his options, until a strangely acrid smell hits his nose. He glances down to see the clear coating of the table begin to warp and bubble around his hands, and the sticky tearing sound it makes as he yanks them away makes him wince. His palms feel raw but he crosses his arms without looking at them, takes a deep breath, counts to five inside his head. He never takes his eyes off Roach, and they never waver as they stare back in patient, openly amused silence.

“Why did you come back?” Ever finally asks, once he’s calm enough to be certain his voice will stay respectably level. It’s still dripping with vitriol. “I can’t imagine you thought you would finish the job.”

Roach laughs, sharp and sudden as they ever did. Like the two of them are sharing a long-running joke. “This might be hard to believe but my life doesn’t revolve around you, Ever. I came back to see how Jonny was doing. Because I like him.”

“And I’m supposed to believe it was just a wild coincidence that we crossed paths here?”

“Oh, no.” Roach shrugs. “I did follow you here.” Ever unfolds his arms and moves as if to grab Roach out of the booth before pulling up a split second later, balling his hands into fists at his sides and fixing a withering glare over Roach’s shoulder at nothing in particular. What is he going to do, beat them up in the middle of the diner? He’s fairly certain he has them to thank for the fact that no one has taken notice of this little confrontation yet–a realization that only makes him bristle all the more. “Reconsidering that whole ‘exploding my head’ option?” they purr, reining his attention back in. Then they lean back in the booth, drumming their fingers on the table for a beat before they continue, “so how are you adjusting to life without a Hunter on your tail? I really thought you’d bail when that was all over, imagine my surprise to find you still living out your days in this little dead end of a town.”

“I can’t,” Ever spits, as if Roach should feel stupid for even asking. They don’t even flinch. “Tzr’nekre’s essence wasn’t enough to break free, I had no choice but to shove myself back down into this dimension, into this.” He presses a hand to his chest, then drags it down the fabric of his shirt like he’s trying to rid himself of some distasteful residue. The melted plastic, maybe, and not the ever-clinging concept of humanity. “Now I’m stuck here for-” he grimaces, rolling his eyes up toward the ceiling before snapping them back down to the creature in front of him. “I don’t know. Maybe forever."

Roach pouts. "You seem a little bummed out about that."

"You have no idea what this feels like, Roach, I’m not like you,” Ever bites out, rapidly losing the already shaky grip he had on his own temper. “I'm not small enough to fit in this reality, every second I spend here feels like I had to cut myself down to the right size. And I still remember what I was, I remember how much I had to cut even if I can’t remember what I lost. I can feel the holes.”

Once started, the confession comes tumbling past his lips almost against his will, but then that’s how it always went, didn’t it? All the rage boiling under his skin, all the contempt for humanity and the deep certainty that he deserved more, he deserved respect and deference–Roach was the only one who could begin to understand it. So they were the only one who ever saw the mask slip. Before their betrayal was revealed he had convinced himself that they must be sympathetic, that even if he and they existed in totally different strata, they understood that he was right, that this was unfair. Now as they watch him with a commendably mild expression, one elbow on the table and chin propped up in their hand, he can see the cold glimmer behind their eyes for what it really is and he finally understands. They just think it’s funny.

They blink once, a slow little gesture that might have seemed playful in the past. And they smile. Then at length they finally say, "sit down, Ever. I want to tell you a story."

Something in their tone puts him immediately off balance. They still sound perfectly conversational, but there’s an edge he doesn’t think he’s ever heard before, a knife against his throat telling him this is not an invitation, it’s an order. Something between them, something in the balance of power that had always seemed so obvious and natural, has just fundamentally shifted.

He sits down.

Roach doesn’t immediately start talking again. They shift in their seat, picking idly at the new and unmistakably handprint-shaped blemish on the tabletop as they make a show of looking thoughtful. Just when Ever is about to prompt them to move on, they speak of their own accord. “When this all started you asked me what I was. I wasn’t… entirely honest with you at the time.”

“No kiddi-”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

Ever snaps his mouth shut with a bitter frown. A second passes, and then a bright smile lights up Roach’s features again.

“Before all this, before Earth, I was… immense. Or I was part of something immense,” they begin, only to momentarily hesitate. “I don’t remember exactly… There were millions of us, but we were all one. Like a hive, or like… cells in a single organism. Connected. We existed to feel and learn, to experience as much of all the infinite universes as we could, and we all felt and learned and experienced as one. Knowledge and understanding and sensation gained by one of us instantly passed to all the others. It was… an indescribable existence. We were omniscient.” They hold Ever’s gaze with an intensity he finds unsettling the whole time they’re speaking, and when they pause again he gets a prickling, uneasy feeling that they’re daring him to comment. But they did say not to interrupt, and he keeps his lips pressed firmly together as he leans forward to fold his arms atop the table and wait for them to arrive at their point. Apparently satisfied, they do just that. “Then we started to die. Just winking out, one after another, over and over and over.”

A cold knot of dread settles in the pit of Ever’s stomach as the picture Roach is painting finally comes into focus. “You were being preyed on,” he breathes. Roach simply tilts their head slightly, coaxing him onward to the second half of that revelation. He grimaces. “By me.”

He had never questioned why Roach sold him out. It had seemed obvious, they had made the calculated decision that putting him in the line of fire would give them room to escape. It was a coward’s play.

“Can you imagine what it feels like to die, Ever?” they ask. Still light, still conversational. “Like to fully stop existing, not just come close? I don’t have to, you know? I know exactly what it feels like to be hunted, cornered, consumed, a million times over. I lived those deaths right along with them. And the funny thing is that’s pretty much the last thing I do remember feeling. By the time you were done and I had fallen here on Earth…” they spread their hands out, palms up, on the table. “I couldn’t feel much of anything anymore.”

Ever takes a long, slow breath and holds his silence a little longer. It makes sense. He might try to convince himself that vengefulness is a human trait, assigning too much moral weight to the instinctive actions of his kind… but that doesn’t change the facts. It doesn’t change that he wiped out an entire species simply for daring to challenge his freedom to do as he wished. It doesn’t change that Tzr’nekre followed him to earth just to tear him apart piece by piece for the crime of not dying between its teeth. It doesn’t change that he would like very much to reach across the table and finish what he started.

He closes his eyes, takes one more deep breath, then faces Roach again. “What was the goal, then? In coming back, telling me all this… what do you want from me?”

Roach laughs again, and it’s a much sharper and colder sound now. “Are you for real? Obviously I wanted you dead.”

“Okay well you didn’t get that,” Ever sneers. “So now what?”

“True,” Roach concedes with a shrug. “But if I’m being honest, all this…” they sweep their hands out to encompass the diner around them, “this little private purgatory you’ve built for yourself? it’s probably better than anything I or Tzr’nekre would have come up with.”

That’s not the direction Ever was expecting that to go. He blinks numbly at Roach for a second, then casts a hasty glance around the diner. “What?”

“You said it yourself, you’re stuck here. The one place you least wanted to be, the place you were prepared to sacrifice anything and anyone to leave. Everyone still believes you’re one of them, and you can’t prove otherwise.” Roach casts a glance at Fiama, busying herself with tidying the countertop and entirely unconcerned with Ever’s conversation. “Even the people who know, they still think you care, that you were ready to put yourself in harm’s way for them and not the other way around, and you can’t tell them any different because the one thing you do care about is being liked. You can’t bear the thought of any actual friction in your life so you’ll keep playing the perfect, charming friend and neighbor because you know it’s the closest thing to worship you’ll ever get again.” Roach leans forward, their smile turning to nothing but teeth and sharp edges. “And I for one, really hope you’ve got a long, ordinary, human life ahead of you.”

Ever’s blood runs cold in an instant. He scrambles out of the booth and several paces away from the table before finding the composure to at least pull himself up straight. “I’ll get out,” he declares, and even to his own ear it sounds like he believes it less than he ever did before.

“Maybe so, it’s good to have dreams,” Roach snickers. The look Ever shoots him probably could have curdled milk, but he turns without another word to make his way out of the diner. Not running away. No. Just nothing left to say to someone like Roach.

But it means Roach gets the last word. “But hey, in the meantime,” they call after him, “maybe I’ll see you around!”

#the passenger #the passenger if #the passenger spoilers #ever newman #the end feels a little rushed and messy but sadly my brain started melting out of my ears #anyway Ever sucks..... I hate him ♥#rom fiction

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plushchimera · 1 year

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the passenger spoilers out of context

#i'm going to be very normal about it for some time #bear with me #the passenger #the passenger spoilers #?#just in case

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coiled-dragon · 1 month

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Also love how on a 1st watch you think benson is laughing at the erasor story cause he's being a dick but the 2nd watch it hits you oh he's laughing cause he's relieved. The start of the incident story you see him getting super tense like he's thinking the worst. I thought the incident story was going to be about randy being abused too and i felt that same relief and started laughing too, its tge funniest part of the film in such a fucked way

YEAH YEAH YEAH OKAY LIKE.... FUCK DUDE... I hadn't seen it that way after my first watch until someone else pointed it out that it was relief... and then it REALLY FUCKING IS. You can see how he's being serious and listening and watching, expecting something even if we don't know what yet. And then he cracks up because! Its not nearly as bad as he thought!

But then after Randy is clearly upset still, he stops and gets serious again, because even if its not what he thought it still thoroughly fucked up Randy and is something he's carried inside of him since he was a kid! And I liked that. I liked the bit of tenderness after...

And also the sort of like... Callback. To earlier when Benson is telling Randy he should've stood up for himself about his mother holding him back a year and Randy going "Yeah well I was only 7" and Benson goes "Still"

And then here he says "You were only 7" and Randy is still trying to pull all of the blame on his 7 year old self. I just like that reversal ;v;

#the passenger #the passenger spoilers #ask #anonymous

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changeling-fae · 1 year

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One of my favorite things about the Roach romance is how physical they are, not just sexual but like, a lot of caring touches and hugs. I have a weakness for characters who are commitment phobes on some level but are also clingy as hell.

They’re definitely a social little critter and I love them for it.

There’s a bunch more, it was hard to choose. 😂

Everyone should play @the-passenger-if it’s fantastic.

#the passenger #the passenger if #the passenger spoilers #tp roach #tp newman #I’m very curious what they’re going to do for the next six months in st george’s #crash at jonny’s place?#if newman is still living with mom would she be chill with roach in the guest room?#and just pretend roach isn’t doing unspeakable things to her child at night #hang out at the bakery?

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dradelcra · 1 year

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I'm reading chapter 7 like

#i am IMMERSED #what time is it???#tp spoilers #the passenger spoilers #the passenger #spoilers #lil talks

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krshush · 1 year

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OKAY I'M HOME. AND CANNOT. DENY. THE PASSENGER SPOILER BRAINWORMS ANY MORE. Because the way I went through Roach's route drives me insane. It's just like.

We're two eldritch abominations hiding in humanity and it's our own little joke. We make each other smile while exasperating everyone else. I think I trust you. I shouldn't trust you because I recognize a fellow trickster, but I do. I think I'm glad to not be alone anymore.

You plotted your revenge with my hunter to kill me. You don't even remember who exactly you're avenging. You tell me a story of the only human you've loved and how you met them. The irony is lost on me. I won't say I love you, but I love you. You won't say you love me, but you love me. You won't tell me who is hunting you. You tell me they don't exist anymore. The irony is lost on me. You beg me to run away with you from the hunter. You run away and I am alone. You come back. I still trust you.

I killed you a thousand times. You were a speck of dust to me then. Now you're the sun. You were scared of me for millennia. Now you're scared of losing me. You were right, I don't exist as that creature anymore. I am now a creature that loves you. The irony is not lost on me. I'm sorry. I love you.

We can run away together now, sunshine.

#K.R. shush #K.R. plays TP #The Passenger IF spoilers #The Passenger spoilers #I think Iris (my Newman) and Roach both would Explode than actually say ''love'' but ya know #(also Iris WOULD explode before admitting they FELT alone prior to story events)#additional context: after seeing Roach's true form I think Iris sometimes calls them Sunshine. the sappiness of it all.#I'm biting and biting and biting and thinking and

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