Desmond Sycamore
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Desmond Sycamore
@breadmondsycamore.bsky.social
(parody account)
You don’t need to cover your eyes, sweetheart. I think I’m alright now, I just might not make a lot of eye contact.
November 18, 2025 at 6:24 PM
(Desmond nods and takes Teddy’s hand)

Be careful.
November 18, 2025 at 6:20 PM
I’ve likely got something that will fit you in storage.

(He tilts his head)

Desirée, can I get her something warmer to wear and then join you?
November 18, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Certainly, yes.

Do we have any jackets or the like for you? It might keep being chilly for a bit, and I wouldn’t like you to catch a chill.
November 18, 2025 at 5:29 PM
(He frowns)

Very well then. We can go.

Are you still tired Teddy?
November 18, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Hm.

And he’s alright with seeing me?
November 18, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Fine enough with me.

How’s the kitten? Any trouble?
November 18, 2025 at 5:20 PM
It’s what Teddy-bears are for, hm? Of course it helped.

(He pats her head, then looks over at Desirée)

Do you know how long it’s been since I went to bed?
November 18, 2025 at 12:17 AM
Yes. Dreams are wrong.

(Desmond shivers, and sets her back down)

I’m sorry.
November 18, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Oh dear.

(He kisses her crown)

You know that Sissy wouldn’t let that happen. Not in your universe or mine or any others. Right?
November 18, 2025 at 12:03 AM
Hm. Okay. Good. Very good.

Well, not particularly good. Ideally, there’d be no bees. But good that there’s no anger.

(He squeezes her)

Did you have any dreams?
November 17, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Mhm.

(He rocks her back and forth)

Do you feel it too? I’m not- you were exposed more, but do you still feel the eyes?
November 17, 2025 at 11:40 PM
(Desmond picks her up, holding her tightly to his chest)

No more climbing trees. You’ll fall again and that won’t be any fun.
November 17, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Don’t look at me, please. Especially not at my face.
November 17, 2025 at 11:29 PM
Yes, but- hm. Can I make a silly request?
November 17, 2025 at 11:26 PM
(He bites his tongue. Caught.)

Something like that. My apologies.
November 17, 2025 at 11:18 PM
No more climbing trees.
November 17, 2025 at 10:35 PM
Right. Yes.

Luke?

Ah, you can’t- Nevermind. Can you make a noise if you feel okay, and none if you don’t? Or just-

(Desmond cuts himself off, blowing out a breath)

Goodness.
November 17, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Just fine, dear. Are you? How’s your arm?
November 17, 2025 at 10:08 PM
(He ducks back away, shaking his head)

How are you- both? Okay? Cold? Not hurt at all?
November 17, 2025 at 10:02 PM
(Desmond inches close and peeks into the room)
November 17, 2025 at 9:31 PM
(Desmond tenses, looking to his counterpart with a clear question)
November 17, 2025 at 9:12 PM
(He follows Desirée, but remains in the hallway. Out of sight)
November 17, 2025 at 8:54 PM
She’ll be cold.

Is she okay? How’s her arm? Is she-

(Desmond huffs)

No, I’m getting confused. Is that- is now before, or after? I’m-

Did your Teddy fall from the tree in the backyard? Did it happen at all, or was it…

I don’t know what’s real at the moment, I think.
November 17, 2025 at 8:43 PM
And Teddy?

(His breathing stutters, and he kicks away the blankets to stand)

We’ve got to check on Teddy. She’s- hhmmm. Is she safe? Have you checked on her?
November 17, 2025 at 8:37 PM