I am junking up this beautiful community with this junk

[jacksonian]

All the other starters are so beautiful but instead I'm coming in and ruining everything with this useless post with this sad sack
Comment to this post and I will write you something

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[dendarii]

Better if you offer him options, I think. [ He murmurs, as a side note. ] Offering him all the choices at once doesn't seem to help.

[use_everything]

I have no doubt any options I offer will be rejected out of hand.

[He, of all people, knew that choice was as much raw terror as it was a saintly boon. It all depending on the question it was framed by.

The thought crossed his mind, suddenly, to completely funk out. It was a dire temptation. Easily done, easily justified. He could offer to see himself and Cordelia rehoused for a time, to allow adjustment and to let the boy pick his own pace. He knew damn well this ... new child of his would likely never call himself ready.

Nor was he. Not to see some mirror of his son's face clouded with.. what would it be? Horror? Hatred? Fear? God. What an exquisitely designed plot. Full of madness, without question, but if it ached this badly knowing Miles this short, how would it be with 20 years of memories?

At last, his gaze fell to the dagger, sheathed on Miles hip. He took a breath, and released it.]

Allow me half an hour.