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[distantone]

[ Though the intended party is gone, gone, gone, D posts this in tribute to him. ]

"JOHNNY JEWEL "WINDSWEPT"" (Watch on YouTube)

[ Maybe, wherever he is, the radio signal of this tune will reach Gren's ears and he'll remember, for a fleeting moment, about D. ]

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[Voice: Private]

[singinghuntress]

[Rip's quiet as she notices the post on the network and gives it a listen. Once the song finishes though..]

Zhat vas beautiful und sad at zhe same time.

Did zomething happen?

[text: Private]

[distantone]

[ Nothing he hadn't expected. ]

Something is always happening.

[Voice: Private]

[singinghuntress]

[.....]

I zee... Iz zhis something zhat requires drinks? Or a long valk und talking.

[text: Private]

[distantone]

If I drown, will I too leave this world?

[Voice: Private]

[singinghuntress]

No.

Death iz alvays met vith revival und a loss in vorlds like zhis.

[She went quiet for a moment.]

Vhere are you?

[Rip might already be on the move. Either he could tell her where he was or she'd hunt him down.]

[text: Private]

[distantone]

I'm not meant to be here.

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[singinghuntress]

[And she was off to hunt him down. ]

None of us are. But, ve're here anyvay. So ve makes zhe best of it any vay ve can.

[text: Private]

[distantone]

That best was a fleeting moment.

[Voice: Private]

[singinghuntress]

[She's quiet for a moment and there's the sound of doors opening and closing along with her feet on the snow.]

He left, didn't he.

[It was a quiet question. If that was the case, Rip knew this pain better than most. Which may have her footsteps speeding up a bit.]

[text: Private]

[distantone]

Yes.

[Voice: Private]

[singinghuntress]

I'm sorry D.

[She sighed softly and yes, she's hunting him down by feeling for him much like she could track others who she were familiar with.

It might take her a while to find him, but, she'd do it eventually.]

It always hurts to loose the ones you love and there is no easy way to deal vith it.

[text: Private]

[distantone]

I am not familiar with this pain.

[ He can be found in Gren's abandoned apartment. Eventually it would be taken up, surely. But, for now, it's not. ]

[Action]

[singinghuntress]

[...It surprises her that the search for him takes her to an apartment right next to Augustine's and a few floors down from her own residence. As it was, Rip had been out shopping though, that's definitely forgotten for the moment.]

D?

[She's already easing the door open and peeking in. ]

[Text]

[myfayevalentine]

I miss him too.

[Text]

[distantone]

Faye.

[ He knew who she was, Gren had spoken to him about her. Even seeing her name flash across his mobile was enough to make his heart lunge up into his throat. The association and the knowledge she had over himself--

of their shared loss, seemed nearly too much for D. These wallowing emotions were not something he wished for; yet he asked for it in a world of no certainty, hadn't he? ]

[Text]

[myfayevalentine]

He had a second chance here. At life.

And in that chance you made him happy.

So thank you.

*Faye knew D's relationship with Gren was very different from her own, and she knew that he could offer Gren far more than she ever could. She is only glad that Gren got to experience that kindness and affection, at least this once*

[distantone]

[ He stared at the text for some time before he set his phone down and walked away from it. Only to come back to it with a sinking feeling in his gut at the words across the screen.

If Gren left this world happy, and D had something to do with that, then that was good enough. It should be good enough.

But it's not. Because he's feeling jaded, cursed, and punished. ]

[Video]

[chocolate_tots]

Nice tune. You got any more of the same?

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[distantone]

[ He was comfortable with sharing music. The feeling was still a bit thick in his throat, up at the very top of it, like a retching sensation coating his mouth ready to spill. So, instead of anything permitted to leave his lips, he allowed the sound to be delivered from his fingertips in a shared file. ]

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[distantone]

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[ The Caller asked for songs of the same and D would oblige. The greatest joy about music was it was completely without need for justification, explanation, or reason. Given to each one of them with the same tune but upon the reception of each lull of the striking verse, the curve of each bow upon the chord, and the fingertips that danced upon the instrument––

well, that was uniquely owned by the audience. How it moved them, how it reached in and pulled out the very worst, best, and chaos of their personal turmoil. ]

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[distantone]

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[ But this playlist was about D's turmoil. Whether or not this Eddie Brock would appreciate the songs sent his way as much as the first one that had him interested would be a mystery, less the other expressed his opinion on the playlist.

Each song carried something for D, something he could hold onto that reminded him of what he once had in his hands, what he once could hold in his arms. The music filled that space against his heart and quieted the thoughts while still allowing the emotion to process through his body, mind, soul.. A tribute to loss of love. ]

[chocolate_tots]

[Eddie goes offline for about twenty minutes while he listens to each song in turn, taking his time. It's nice, just chilling and listening, and for once Venom is relatively quiet as he listens to. Venom doesn't really like any of them but Eddie does, and so Venom finds some kind of peace with them.

After he's done listening he activates the video again to the sender.]

Those are moody as hell, I like them. Especially the last one. You've got good taste in music.

voice ;

[distantone]

Coming here.. I've found interest in it once again.

[Video]

[chocolate_tots]

You from Earth too?

[Man, it's weird asking that.

no it's not]

I thought the music on an alien planet or whatever would be weirder but it's really not.

voice ;

[distantone]

Yes. In the year 12,090 A.D.

And you?