[ Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house... one particular vampire was spening his "day" (night) trying to beat Saltburn's tendency to make it difficult to get where you wanna go, so as to drop off gifts.
Daniel isn't looking to get waylaid in the awkward thanks of a direct handover, especially since he's pretty sure most of these people won't have gotten him anything in return. (Don't feel bad. He's also the kind of boomer to mail out Christmas cards to his nephew and dentist and old friend from college.)
So while he'll slip into the rooms of people he can hear are asleep (or can't hear at all), fellow night owls will get the servant who opens their curtains and announces breakfast also bringing in the gift left on the doorstep.
The gift is neatly wrapped and tagged with a generic Merry Christmas label that says From: DM. It contains a bottle of rosé, some gingerbread, and a plastic bottle of valerian root and chamomile capsules. There is also a second gift in non-Xmas wrapping that says HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY on it containing a 2005 Hobonichi Techno.
Watch him surreptitiously not mention this at all next time they meet up to swap notes. Santa who? ]
Daniel isn't looking to get waylaid in the awkward thanks of a direct handover, especially since he's pretty sure most of these people won't have gotten him anything in return. (Don't feel bad. He's also the kind of boomer to mail out Christmas cards to his nephew and dentist and old friend from college.)
So while he'll slip into the rooms of people he can hear are asleep (or can't hear at all), fellow night owls will get the servant who opens their curtains and announces breakfast also bringing in the gift left on the doorstep.
The gift is neatly wrapped and tagged with a generic Merry Christmas label that says From: DM. It contains a bottle of rosé, some gingerbread, and a plastic bottle of valerian root and chamomile capsules. There is also a second gift in non-Xmas wrapping that says HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY on it containing a 2005 Hobonichi Techno.
Watch him surreptitiously not mention this at all next time they meet up to swap notes. Santa who? ]
Edited 2024-12-08 10:13 (UTC)
Giles is their castellan, he counts. He has the favour of the servants as well, it would serve to have him partial to hearing us should we ask him regarding matters of the manor.
As for Tim — a token to remind him of his faith, I would think. He hews close and dearly to his god. It would do him well to have something material to hold for it.
Would that be too personal?
As for Tim — a token to remind him of his faith, I would think. He hews close and dearly to his god. It would do him well to have something material to hold for it.
Would that be too personal?
All the more reason to put in the effort, wouldn't you say? Imagine the respect it would bring, to be able to say we have Giles's favour in true, however conditional it may be.
And I should leave Tim's gift while he's not around, then.
[ people crying — that's not something aemond knows how to deal with at all. ]
Tim values memories, does he not? Perhaps something that aids in that way? We are made up of our memories, in truth. Comfort is the wheelhouse of gifts, too.
Mother would appreciate sincerity over the gift itself. She is fond of you, she will like whatever it is you choose if you choose it truly. As for Aegon; something he might find pleasure in. It needn't be drink. He likes to be praised, my brother.
What of you? What would you like?
And I should leave Tim's gift while he's not around, then.
[ people crying — that's not something aemond knows how to deal with at all. ]
Tim values memories, does he not? Perhaps something that aids in that way? We are made up of our memories, in truth. Comfort is the wheelhouse of gifts, too.
Mother would appreciate sincerity over the gift itself. She is fond of you, she will like whatever it is you choose if you choose it truly. As for Aegon; something he might find pleasure in. It needn't be drink. He likes to be praised, my brother.
What of you? What would you like?
[ The preparations for Kobymas are something of a blessing, having allowed Astarion, without having to ask for it, the opportunity to get Koby's measurements. So, waiting for Koby on Christmas morning, wrapped in black paper and silver ribbon, are:
— A baby blue shirt with pearls set around the collar, tailored to Koby's exact fit.The note that comes with it all reads: ]
— A silk ribbon in the same blue color, upon which has been embroidered in cream thread: Abraham Lincoln. That is, a matching accessory fo the mermaid duck.
Koby,
From one bird to another.
Happy Christmas,
Astarion
[ On Christmas Eve, the manor staff kindly deliver the gifts Alicent prepared for family and friends. For Koby,
— Wrapped finely, a small velvet box, containing a bracelet.
— A second, slightly larger gift, holding a viewmaster and slides.
— Attached, he’ll find an envelope sealed with emerald wax, fine paper stock addressed in Alicent’s elegant hand. Upon opening, a vibrant watercolour flutters to the floor. ]
— Wrapped finely, a small velvet box, containing a bracelet.
— A second, slightly larger gift, holding a viewmaster and slides.
— Attached, he’ll find an envelope sealed with emerald wax, fine paper stock addressed in Alicent’s elegant hand. Upon opening, a vibrant watercolour flutters to the floor. ]
Koby,
I know you wish you were not so far from the sea, yet I am glad the waves have allowed us to host you on land, even for a short while.
I once told you I was not a Targaryen in true, but a Hightower, so named for the beacon in the harbour city where I was born. There, the water swirls cerulean blue and clear as glass, so you can see the sandy floor below. If I could show you one place in Westeros, it would be this, where we might feel the warmth of the southron sun, peruse the great library, and observe the beacon's changing colours.
You are dearer to me than I can say, sweet boy.
Happy Christmas,
Alicent
[ Come Christmas Eve, Gale delivers two fully-filled notebooks, tied with a sparkling bow. Cumulatively, they contain everything he knows of ki and can recall from memory (which is rather a lot, actually).
He also attaches a note in cramped-yet-tidy scrawl: ]
He also attaches a note in cramped-yet-tidy scrawl: ]
Koby,
I'm certain you have received many gifts — and deserve them — in honour of the festive season and your birthday both, so I thought it better to offer my services in lieu of something tangible.
When you next miss the sea, seek me out, and I shall bring it to you. It won't be real, but it will feel that way, from the crisp salt air to the crashing waves.
Thank you again for the warm welcome.
Your friend,
Gale
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It's not that couple gifts are inherently weird, but putting our initials on them is.
Sorry, I like them, I do. They're beautiful.
But it's really personal, you know? If someone is walking around with my name on him, it should be because I gave it to him. It would be really inappropriate if we hadn't done it ourselves already.
But it's really personal, you know? If someone is walking around with my name on him, it should be because I gave it to him. It would be really inappropriate if we hadn't done it ourselves already.
You're lucky I went with a ring, or I'd have to throttle you.
Four? Koby.
Four? Koby.
No, don't do that. I like it. I'm wearing it now.
Not that kind of ring.
Your smile doesn't look sick to me.
Not that kind of ring.
Your smile doesn't look sick to me.
I wouldn't let anyone else do it. But I'm not upset. Even if it's weird.
Well, yes. Nevermind.
Oh. Right. I forget sometimes, sorry.
Well, yes. Nevermind.
Oh. Right. I forget sometimes, sorry.
that’s cute. Was he patient enough to find them all or did he stop to get your clothes off halfway through?
No, it’s not
okay, wait. Why were you surprised?
We were already close before I knew about that. It's not like it canceled out everything I already knew about you.
No, it’s not
okay, wait. Why were you surprised?
We were already close before I knew about that. It's not like it canceled out everything I already knew about you.
Awww. I love that. I'll miss your room though.
Well...yes, they are. But there's levels to it. It's not an engagement ring.
Yeah, I get that. You know etiquette isn't just for girls though, right?
Well...yes, they are. But there's levels to it. It's not an engagement ring.
Yeah, I get that. You know etiquette isn't just for girls though, right?
The fire was one time. And it was because of the murder, Koby.
It's about the intent, and where you wear it.
Seems like you figured it out 😘
It's about the intent, and where you wear it.
Seems like you figured it out 😘
I have nothing but good memories of your room, I would never want to set it on fire.
I told him that I'd let him give me his name. So I wanted him to have a keepsake of that, in case I disappear from here someday.
[ if that sounds like marriage no it doesn't. You can tell that it definitely doesn't because he chooses not to tease Koby about that last thing. ]
I told him that I'd let him give me his name. So I wanted him to have a keepsake of that, in case I disappear from here someday.
[ if that sounds like marriage no it doesn't. You can tell that it definitely doesn't because he chooses not to tease Koby about that last thing. ]
The last bonfire was fun. But maybe once it warms up some.
Yep, what do you like? Jazz? Rock and roll?
[ It doesn't count if there's no priest! ]
Yep, what do you like? Jazz? Rock and roll?
[ It doesn't count if there's no priest! ]
It will in a few months.
I wouldn't trust Iggy with it. I'll show you some more though, I've been getting good suggestions from Wally.
I wouldn't trust Iggy with it. I'll show you some more though, I've been getting good suggestions from Wally.
Not any longer than summer.
You are horrible. Yes, good suggestions.
You are horrible. Yes, good suggestions.
A few times. Once under the mistletoe.
But my dance card is full, what about YOUR mistletoe kisses?
But my dance card is full, what about YOUR mistletoe kisses?
It was nice. It started a little awkward, but it was nice.
You're ignoring the question.
You're ignoring the question.
Don't get too excited about it yet.
He what? You're kissing a stabber and giving me crap about Aemond?
I met his friend, or I think they're friends. Eunhyuk. He's a jerk.
He what? You're kissing a stabber and giving me crap about Aemond?
I met his friend, or I think they're friends. Eunhyuk. He's a jerk.
Uh huh.
You said you didn't trust him! Which is...well I know he's difficult, but he's not a liar.
He said I was probably a wolf for being Catholic. But tell me about Hyunsu.
You said you didn't trust him! Which is...well I know he's difficult, but he's not a liar.
He said I was probably a wolf for being Catholic. But tell me about Hyunsu.
Go ahead and hook me up with someone who never lashes out or makes mistakes, then. I'll do my best to stay awake.
That's what I said!
Koby....
I'm sorry
But yes.
That's what I said!
Koby....
I'm sorry
But yes.
I know :) You'll be the first to know if anything happens, okay?
Well.
You're prone to tears. And panic, when you're not in control of things, or stuff goes wrong.
Well.
You're prone to tears. And panic, when you're not in control of things, or stuff goes wrong.
I get the same thing from people. I hate it.
What do you mean, though? What was he gonna do that would scare you?
What do you mean, though? What was he gonna do that would scare you?
Some people think that if you're kind, that's all you can be. It makes you too soft to handle anything else.
Nonsense, obviously
Well...did you want it? It would freak me out if I didn't want to kiss, and some guy is just on my face.
Nonsense, obviously
Well...did you want it? It would freak me out if I didn't want to kiss, and some guy is just on my face.
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You shouldn't, and I won't either. They'll just have to change their thinking.
Why do you care so much a out his relationships? You want to be one?
Only a little. It was really embarrassing, actually. But he was sweet
Why do you care so much a out his relationships? You want to be one?
Only a little. It was really embarrassing, actually. But he was sweet
Edited 2025-01-03 00:16 (UTC)
Exactly.
Hao is...well, he's friendly.
Yeah. It's been easy enough, mostly staying in one spot.
Hao is...well, he's friendly.
Yeah. It's been easy enough, mostly staying in one spot.
I'll be nice to him. But if he matters to you, you should teach him to spell. He'll need it if he ever gets back to the real world.
I would rather kiss someone I want to kiss at a time and place of my own choosing. Wally can try again. If he wants to.
I would rather kiss someone I want to kiss at a time and place of my own choosing. Wally can try again. If he wants to.
Edited 2025-01-03 04:35 (UTC)
...oh. That might have been my fault. Aemond put him up to it.
He's okay, right?
Don't do that!
He's okay, right?
Don't do that!
I don't need another boyfriend, Koby. No matter how sweet or cute or blue eyed he is.
I'm not doing casual anymore. New Year's resolution.
[ Tim shows up, unannounced, in the middle of the day, with a bottle of wine in each hand. A sign of good things to come, surely. ]
Promised you'd be the first to know.
[ Tears stinging the corners of his eyes, wet, unwiped streaks on his cheeks. As clear as it is he's been crying, he looks more angry, teeth clenched and features scrunched up on his face. ]
Aemond dismissed me. Like I was nothing to him but a servant. You need to talk me down before I do something crazy.
[ He could tear that entire family apart with just a question, that Aemond never thought him strong enough, smart enough, or capable enough to ask. 'I release you of your promises.' He doesn't even know the meaning of what comes out of his mouth. ]
Promised you'd be the first to know.
[ Tears stinging the corners of his eyes, wet, unwiped streaks on his cheeks. As clear as it is he's been crying, he looks more angry, teeth clenched and features scrunched up on his face. ]
Aemond dismissed me. Like I was nothing to him but a servant. You need to talk me down before I do something crazy.
[ He could tear that entire family apart with just a question, that Aemond never thought him strong enough, smart enough, or capable enough to ask. 'I release you of your promises.' He doesn't even know the meaning of what comes out of his mouth. ]
That's it! That's the end of the story. He talked to Aegon, decided he was tired of me, and left.
[ Even with tears building in his eyes, these new ones in the face of company stubbornly refusing to fall past his eyelids, Tim is seething. There's venom in it that wasn't there when it was Hawk. Even the times he's left, he's had a reason. Marriage, dealing with werewolves, something that he can grab onto to make sense of it, even if he hates it or he disagrees.
Tim kicks his shoes off in a fuss and starts fishing around for glasses. ]
I asked him for an explanation, he owes me at least that much, don't you think? But no, nothing. He lied to me, and he used me, and he threw me out when he was done. I could strangle him.
[ Even with tears building in his eyes, these new ones in the face of company stubbornly refusing to fall past his eyelids, Tim is seething. There's venom in it that wasn't there when it was Hawk. Even the times he's left, he's had a reason. Marriage, dealing with werewolves, something that he can grab onto to make sense of it, even if he hates it or he disagrees.
Tim kicks his shoes off in a fuss and starts fishing around for glasses. ]
I asked him for an explanation, he owes me at least that much, don't you think? But no, nothing. He lied to me, and he used me, and he threw me out when he was done. I could strangle him.
Just like that. I don't know, maybe I was distracting him from his baby-killer creep uncle too much.
[ Which should have been a big enough red flag, but relieved of his promises as he is, Tim's finding it difficult to feel bad about flapping his lips. But Koby's demands, he yields to, giving up on his search and flopping down into an armchair. ]
I'm not gonna step on Lincoln.
[ No rebuttal to the explosion allegations. ]
[ Which should have been a big enough red flag, but relieved of his promises as he is, Tim's finding it difficult to feel bad about flapping his lips. But Koby's demands, he yields to, giving up on his search and flopping down into an armchair. ]
I'm not gonna step on Lincoln.
[ No rebuttal to the explosion allegations. ]
Yeah. Interesting. He should be less worried what Aegon thinks of him being with me, and more worried about what he thinks of him being with the psycho who killed his son.
[ Tim takes the glass and drinks deep from it. It doesn't calm him down any, he just stands up again, starts pacing back and forth and venting, bright yellow darkening into ugly, angry rust. ]
Selfish, spoiled, and stupid. He says everything is about his family, but it's all about him. And I had the audacity to challenge it. Can't let the peasants go around having thoughts of their own, I guess.
[ Tim takes the glass and drinks deep from it. It doesn't calm him down any, he just stands up again, starts pacing back and forth and venting, bright yellow darkening into ugly, angry rust. ]
Selfish, spoiled, and stupid. He says everything is about his family, but it's all about him. And I had the audacity to challenge it. Can't let the peasants go around having thoughts of their own, I guess.
[ And vent he does, about anything and everything, in the petty, furious way that freshly hurt people do, turning every small inconvenience or imperfection into a major grievance. Aemond not liking his chest hair was a red flag and he should have stopped the whole thing then, the only reason he’s not monogamous right now is to use this place to figure out who he is and what he wants and who he is is an idiot, apparently – so on, and so forth, past his first glass and deep into his second by the time he stops to take a breath and feels Koby before he feels him, pressing in on him with the love and comfort they’ve long shared.
Tim takes a deep, slow breath, teeth clenched. He doesn’t want to cry, that boy doesn't deserve his tears, but Koby’s right. He is hurt, just like everyone said he would be, after he assured everyone that everything would be just fine. He was hurt, disregarded, taken for granted. It tears at wounds he thought were healing, pops the stitches so his guts can spill all over Koby’s floor once again.
He downs the rest of the glass and sets it down on the table, shaking his head. ]
I’d deserve it.
[ Even if it’s cruel. Maybe he needs that bruise to press on, in case he ever tries something so stupid again. ]
I’m scared I messed up everything.
[ With Alicent. With Aemond maybe, showing too much softness, forcing him to recoil. He could have spent those awful days of grieving with Hawk, or with Koby, who would welcome his presence and take comfort from it. Would have, could have, should have. ]
Tim takes a deep, slow breath, teeth clenched. He doesn’t want to cry, that boy doesn't deserve his tears, but Koby’s right. He is hurt, just like everyone said he would be, after he assured everyone that everything would be just fine. He was hurt, disregarded, taken for granted. It tears at wounds he thought were healing, pops the stitches so his guts can spill all over Koby’s floor once again.
He downs the rest of the glass and sets it down on the table, shaking his head. ]
I’d deserve it.
[ Even if it’s cruel. Maybe he needs that bruise to press on, in case he ever tries something so stupid again. ]
I’m scared I messed up everything.
[ With Alicent. With Aemond maybe, showing too much softness, forcing him to recoil. He could have spent those awful days of grieving with Hawk, or with Koby, who would welcome his presence and take comfort from it. Would have, could have, should have. ]
[ He couldn’t turn it off, even if he tried. Maybe in this one instance, for this one person, Tim can admit that he alone can’t offer him redemption, that no amount of patience and grace is going to save him if he doesn’t want it for himself. You can lead a dragon to water, but you can’t make him drink. He'll see the best in him, locked up with a key he doesn’t have.
These things happen. How weak would he be, to let this taint his relationship with anyone else, to blind him to the good in other people? To let some spoiled prince hold that kind of power over him? Aemond’s already said he doesn’t want it anymore. ]
I know. [ Downing what’s left in his glass, and setting it empty on the bedside table. ] And well put. You’re smart. My favorite nerd in the world.
[ Smiling, even as he sniffles and wipes at his eyes. Small blessings, that he’d left his glasses at Alicent’s when she roughed him up, so they’re not fogging up now. Perhaps he’s starting to feel it now, how quickly he’s taken those drinks to the dome. ]
I don’t want to cry. I want to throw things.
[ He won’t do it in Koby’s room, but. Let the record show. ]
You too. [ reaching for a bottle to fill up Koby’s glass. ] It’s pathetic if I’m drinking alone.
These things happen. How weak would he be, to let this taint his relationship with anyone else, to blind him to the good in other people? To let some spoiled prince hold that kind of power over him? Aemond’s already said he doesn’t want it anymore. ]
I know. [ Downing what’s left in his glass, and setting it empty on the bedside table. ] And well put. You’re smart. My favorite nerd in the world.
[ Smiling, even as he sniffles and wipes at his eyes. Small blessings, that he’d left his glasses at Alicent’s when she roughed him up, so they’re not fogging up now. Perhaps he’s starting to feel it now, how quickly he’s taken those drinks to the dome. ]
I don’t want to cry. I want to throw things.
[ He won’t do it in Koby’s room, but. Let the record show. ]
You too. [ reaching for a bottle to fill up Koby’s glass. ] It’s pathetic if I’m drinking alone.
[ His lip wobbles as he nods – Koby's right. Tim has all those things in him, and nobody sees it or acknowledges it because he chooses kindness anyway. It’s what drew him to Aemond to begin with, that he saw it and appreciated it, that he didn’t think he had to be just one thing or another – at least at first. As time went on and things got hard, he started underestimating him too, until his regard for him fell so low, and so quickly, that he could be dismissed and taken out with the trash.
Koby’s disregarded in the same way, he thinks. It's good to have that understanding, to feel known in their shared grievances, but it also means he doesn’t seek his affirmation, at least not in this. In the crying, complaining, what Quentin lovingly referred to as fussing hen behavior, yes. Koby is perfect. ]
It has? [ that almost never means anything good. Especially here, no news is good news. Tim looks down into his own glass, embarrassed. He didn’t even ask Koby how his day was, he just started ranting and raving. Selfish. ] What’s going on?
Koby’s disregarded in the same way, he thinks. It's good to have that understanding, to feel known in their shared grievances, but it also means he doesn’t seek his affirmation, at least not in this. In the crying, complaining, what Quentin lovingly referred to as fussing hen behavior, yes. Koby is perfect. ]
It has? [ that almost never means anything good. Especially here, no news is good news. Tim looks down into his own glass, embarrassed. He didn’t even ask Koby how his day was, he just started ranting and raving. Selfish. ] What’s going on?
Oh.
[ Oh. Tim deflates, the anger in his dissipating with that long exhale, and finally stops. He stops the pacing and the ranting, goes quiet and still except to sit down next to Koby and put his arm around his shoulders. ]
I’m so sorry, Koby. [ Quietly, guiltily. On and on about his own self-inflicted wounds, when there’s a higher power in charge of this place, taking people away on a whim with no foreshadowing, nothing anyone could have done to avoid this outcome. The departures have yet to hit him too closely, but there’s an awareness in the back of his mind that it could happen, that he could wake up one day and be without Hawk, without Koby or Quentin or any of the other people that make this place bearable. ] I know what they mean to you.
[ Luffy especially. ]
Are they gonna be okay?
[ Back home, or in their final, God-given resting place. A question he’s not sure will ever be answered to his satisfaction. ]
[ Oh. Tim deflates, the anger in his dissipating with that long exhale, and finally stops. He stops the pacing and the ranting, goes quiet and still except to sit down next to Koby and put his arm around his shoulders. ]
I’m so sorry, Koby. [ Quietly, guiltily. On and on about his own self-inflicted wounds, when there’s a higher power in charge of this place, taking people away on a whim with no foreshadowing, nothing anyone could have done to avoid this outcome. The departures have yet to hit him too closely, but there’s an awareness in the back of his mind that it could happen, that he could wake up one day and be without Hawk, without Koby or Quentin or any of the other people that make this place bearable. ] I know what they mean to you.
[ Luffy especially. ]
Are they gonna be okay?
[ Back home, or in their final, God-given resting place. A question he’s not sure will ever be answered to his satisfaction. ]
[ every day, two ideas wage war within him, that this is some version of purgatory that none could have predicted, and their actions here will determine where they end up when they mysteriously disappear, or that they will eventually go home, and remember all that happened while they were here. Nothing else makes sense, nothing else is bearable. To go home exactly where he’d left off, fleeing from Hawk to join the military, with no idea how evil this war will get or that things can and will be better, it isn’t something that he can accept. Werewolves and vampires and dragons and witches, sure, the meaninglessness of anything but those two options would gut him worse than any monster. Tim has to be sure, has to have that faith.
He knows that Koby feels differently. ]
You always say that. As if you don’t have a choice. But you always have a choice.
[ He used to say the same thing to a certain prince who doesn't deserve the tears shed over him today. Maybe Koby will actually listen. ]
The Marines can't make you hate good people. I know you, and I don't even think you can.
He knows that Koby feels differently. ]
You always say that. As if you don’t have a choice. But you always have a choice.
[ He used to say the same thing to a certain prince who doesn't deserve the tears shed over him today. Maybe Koby will actually listen. ]
The Marines can't make you hate good people. I know you, and I don't even think you can.
It’s like... [ Tim sighs, taking another drink from his glass, noticing the edges of the world start to blur and in no mood to fight it. ] It’s like all those history books we’ve been reading, right? No one person can force change, even the leaders. Abraham Lincoln had help. You’ll find yours and I’ll find mine. People know when things are wrong, they just need someone to give them the hope to do something about it.
[ An optimism he didn’t always have, or couldn’t apply to his own troubles. The inherent goodness of other people has always been clear to him, but his own? He tried and tried, but it took years to see the forces holding him down as something that even could be struggled against, rather than a natural consequence of his own wrongness. He accepted his lot in life of loneliness and perversion, until he met Hawk, and then accepted that as something he would always have to hide. This place has shown him otherwise. Not just in the history books where he can track the changes, but seeing so many people step up and offer help to complete strangers from other worlds when everything around them is difficult, confusing, or dangerous. How can it not give him hope?
Tim lays his free hand on Koby's head, stroking his fingers through pink hair, the shell of his ear. ]
Maybe it’s the opposite. We all sin, it doesn’t make us evil. Good people aren’t perfect and bad people weren’t always that way.
[ An optimism he didn’t always have, or couldn’t apply to his own troubles. The inherent goodness of other people has always been clear to him, but his own? He tried and tried, but it took years to see the forces holding him down as something that even could be struggled against, rather than a natural consequence of his own wrongness. He accepted his lot in life of loneliness and perversion, until he met Hawk, and then accepted that as something he would always have to hide. This place has shown him otherwise. Not just in the history books where he can track the changes, but seeing so many people step up and offer help to complete strangers from other worlds when everything around them is difficult, confusing, or dangerous. How can it not give him hope?
Tim lays his free hand on Koby's head, stroking his fingers through pink hair, the shell of his ear. ]
Maybe it’s the opposite. We all sin, it doesn’t make us evil. Good people aren’t perfect and bad people weren’t always that way.
Thank you.
[ Though it almost sounds like a testament to his stubbornness, it sounds nice. Heartening, that to some people (good people, who are capable of love and reliable enough to lean on) would see him not like the dirt under their shoe, but like the sun. Ever-present, nearly inconceivable in the size of his warmth, a comfort to stretch out under after the cold. It’s how he wants to be, the sort of presence that he’s honored to offer.
To be the sun, one must believe in life. Why dedicate oneself to sustaining it, otherwise? ]
I don’t think so. They were all kids once. They were all innocent until they chose not to be. They could choose again, if they wanted.
[ Will they? Unlikely, even he’s not so optimistic as to believe that Alvida will wake up tomorrow morning and decide to live a clean, honest life. But she could. Come to God with pure contrition, and He will offer his redemption. ]
[ Though it almost sounds like a testament to his stubbornness, it sounds nice. Heartening, that to some people (good people, who are capable of love and reliable enough to lean on) would see him not like the dirt under their shoe, but like the sun. Ever-present, nearly inconceivable in the size of his warmth, a comfort to stretch out under after the cold. It’s how he wants to be, the sort of presence that he’s honored to offer.
To be the sun, one must believe in life. Why dedicate oneself to sustaining it, otherwise? ]
I don’t think so. They were all kids once. They were all innocent until they chose not to be. They could choose again, if they wanted.
[ Will they? Unlikely, even he’s not so optimistic as to believe that Alvida will wake up tomorrow morning and decide to live a clean, honest life. But she could. Come to God with pure contrition, and He will offer his redemption. ]
[ Tim is quiet, thoughtful for a moment, before he presses a kiss to the pink crown of Koby’s head and untangles himself just enough to reach again for the bottle. He tops them both off, and puts it back down on the table with a thud, louder than he means it to be in his tipsy clumsiness. ]
I think... [ He thinks. Drinks. ] God always forgives, if you’re really sorry. But I’m not God. And you’re not God. We’re just men. I don’t have to forgive Aemond.
[ A figure closer to his heart and mind nowadays than McCarthy, and in some ways, less redeemable. His goals were noble, once. He'd done dark things to get there, and started weaponizing and jeopardizing the mission for his own gain, but there was something worthwhile in it, when he began. What is Aemond doing, besides jerking around anyone willing to throw him a rope? ]
And you don’t have to forgive Alvida. Doesn’t mean you’re not a good guy.
I think... [ He thinks. Drinks. ] God always forgives, if you’re really sorry. But I’m not God. And you’re not God. We’re just men. I don’t have to forgive Aemond.
[ A figure closer to his heart and mind nowadays than McCarthy, and in some ways, less redeemable. His goals were noble, once. He'd done dark things to get there, and started weaponizing and jeopardizing the mission for his own gain, but there was something worthwhile in it, when he began. What is Aemond doing, besides jerking around anyone willing to throw him a rope? ]
And you don’t have to forgive Alvida. Doesn’t mean you’re not a good guy.
No, I don't think he was. He was pretty clear.
Hey you don't know how to become a princess, do you?
Of course I want it. Who doesn't want it?
Settling down and having a nice big family is all I think about. It's all I want. I can't wait to be married so I can get to work.
Hey you don't know how to become a princess, do you?
Of course I want it. Who doesn't want it?
Settling down and having a nice big family is all I think about. It's all I want. I can't wait to be married so I can get to work.
Sanji wants a princess. More, Sanji needs a princess.
Those are the rules! I have dibs!!
I didn't hit my head. Who hit their head? I'm fine. Better than fine. I'm perfect.
( her aura is, notably, different. not so much the rich sunset of vibrant colors that koby is used to, but a dulled aura, almost entirely devoid of color. like everything nami used to have dialed up to ten is now at a respectable number — say, zero, for instance. )
Those are the rules! I have dibs!!
I didn't hit my head. Who hit their head? I'm fine. Better than fine. I'm perfect.
( her aura is, notably, different. not so much the rich sunset of vibrant colors that koby is used to, but a dulled aura, almost entirely devoid of color. like everything nami used to have dialed up to ten is now at a respectable number — say, zero, for instance. )
[ there's something to the calm that comes after the holiday party that's worth noting. the house settling after months of chaos, but waiting with teeth set on edge. koby might feel a disturbance one day in the early morning. a pulse of something intense - the gale force winds of a storm, a hurricane swallowing the sea, a foundation splitting - then nothing. a torrent of squall and destruction to nothing but absolute, pin drop silence with nothing but the hint of earthy green left in its wake.
it's a few days later when whatever door had been locked opens again, releases the pressure just a little to sit ajar. ]
If you need me, I'm staying with Lestat for a little while.
Armand and I
We've separated for the time being.
it's a few days later when whatever door had been locked opens again, releases the pressure just a little to sit ajar. ]
If you need me, I'm staying with Lestat for a little while.
Armand and I
We've separated for the time being.
I would.
[ as safe as anyone can be from the world of vampires nipping at his heels. but even now, louis doesn't care. feels the power and confidence roaring through his blood as he had then. acceptance. ]
I'll be alright. Safe. Moreso since I'll have you here fretting over me.
No world would stand against you and win.
[ as safe as anyone can be from the world of vampires nipping at his heels. but even now, louis doesn't care. feels the power and confidence roaring through his blood as he had then. acceptance. ]
I'll be alright. Safe. Moreso since I'll have you here fretting over me.
No world would stand against you and win.
Next to where he's bent over stocking the low shelves?
Right, obviously. I'll talk to Nami tonight about getting brighter lightbulbs in here. So you can ogle people better.
Hawk doesn't work here, he doesn't need the accommodation.
His eyes are perfect, anyway.
His eyes are perfect, anyway.
He came in to be a nuisance on purpose and try to distract me.
I got all my work done, regardless.
I got all my work done, regardless.
Yes, a nuisance. He doesn't understand why I want to do this at all.
...how much could you tell?
...how much could you tell?
A masculine provider thing? I mean, he's protective. But he's not the one providing in the first place.
He just needs a hobby that isn't sex.
Bring them over anyway. Work is a good distraction.
He just needs a hobby that isn't sex.
Bring them over anyway. Work is a good distraction.
He did renovate the chapel for me. I don't know if that's the same. But mixing drinks a couple nights a week isn't getting in the way of us having a home together.
She'll be perfect.
Could you feel what was going on the other night?
[ With the vibrating plug??? Humiliating. ]
She'll be perfect.
Could you feel what was going on the other night?
[ With the vibrating plug??? Humiliating. ]
It's beautiful, and not a single blood stain. You should see it.
I don't know if he's a bird guy. He was really bent out of shape about the whole chicken thing during the wolf games.
...sorry. It won't happen again. He insisted.
I don't know if he's a bird guy. He was really bent out of shape about the whole chicken thing during the wolf games.
...sorry. It won't happen again. He insisted.
You can come tomorrow morning! It's best when the sun shines through the windows.
Being nice isn't always his strong suit, you know that.
Oh, I'm not. Just...wouldn't want YOU to love it too much.
Being nice isn't always his strong suit, you know that.
Oh, I'm not. Just...wouldn't want YOU to love it too much.
You don't have to bring anything. A candle maybe, if you want to say a prayer with me. You can stay as long as you like.
He's been different since he died. He lets himself be happy now.
I don't mind if it's you. And you don't tell Nami.
He's been different since he died. He lets himself be happy now.
I don't mind if it's you. And you don't tell Nami.
You can pray for anyone. They don't have to be dead or missing. I pray for you all the time.
You wouldn't recognize me if you knew me back there. As much as I hated all the sneaking and secrets, I did it.
I think you'd know the answer to that even without any haki.
You wouldn't recognize me if you knew me back there. As much as I hated all the sneaking and secrets, I did it.
I think you'd know the answer to that even without any haki.
And I want it to stay that way. I pray for your happiness and safety.
I believe it. You’ve grown a lot just in the time we’ve been friends.
Checking in on me while I’m getting teased, or letting someone hold the remote?
I believe it. You’ve grown a lot just in the time we’ve been friends.
Checking in on me while I’m getting teased, or letting someone hold the remote?
You're welcome. 🙂
I think it has. I hope so.
Even with Quentin? He's pretty good at it.
I think it has. I hope so.
Even with Quentin? He's pretty good at it.
the person I was when I showed up here would not have survived most of this.
You know, if you don't like that stuff, it's okay. You don't have to.
But you could try with me, if you want.
You know, if you don't like that stuff, it's okay. You don't have to.
But you could try with me, if you want.
Oh, I didn't see it.
[ Why would he be looking at her butler photos? He was too busy flirting with Wally. ]
I've done a little on the giving end, though. I know what I'm doing.
[ Why would he be looking at her butler photos? He was too busy flirting with Wally. ]
I've done a little on the giving end, though. I know what I'm doing.
I know where the ropes go.
Unless there's a highly specific way you want me to tie them.
Unless there's a highly specific way you want me to tie them.
Does it turn you on more if it's heart shaped?
She did? [Actually surprised, though in retrospect maybe she shouldn't be.]
I don't know. The knowledge comes and it goes.
It was, it is, it has.
The guests hunger for things not meat nor bread. My brother prepares for a fight. Perhaps you should too?
I don't know. The knowledge comes and it goes.
It was, it is, it has.
The guests hunger for things not meat nor bread. My brother prepares for a fight. Perhaps you should too?
I'm glad to bring her some relief. It must have been difficult for her here. But I also hear she has made friends. I'm glad for her, and I thank you for looking after her as well.
[She has to think about it for a moment]
I've given them warning. I can't force them to prepare, but this time they're listening to me. It will make a difference. And sometime a difference is all that is needed. We'll survive this. [She's not sure if that quite answered the question though. Oops.]
I'm getting my embroidery in order. [There, see, she's prepared]
[She has to think about it for a moment]
I've given them warning. I can't force them to prepare, but this time they're listening to me. It will make a difference. And sometime a difference is all that is needed. We'll survive this. [She's not sure if that quite answered the question though. Oops.]
I'm getting my embroidery in order. [There, see, she's prepared]
[That's how it usually is, she thinks. Alicent could get people on her side with little effort, so its no surprise that she's made powerful allies here too.]
I do. My mind is always everywhere. The embroidery helps. My hands can do something, my mind can concentrate and not wander. The repetitive motion is soothing.
I can embroider something for you, if you'd like. On your clothes or a scarf or something.
I do. My mind is always everywhere. The embroidery helps. My hands can do something, my mind can concentrate and not wander. The repetitive motion is soothing.
I can embroider something for you, if you'd like. On your clothes or a scarf or something.
[She considers a moment]I would like more, yes. More colored threads, at least. Is that something we could spare?
I can do flowers and fish, if that's what you'd like. But my specialty is insects. I have many as pets, and I've been making a habitat for them in my room. I have mostly spiders right now, but a few crickets, and two dragonflies. The dragonflies are my favorites.
I can do flowers and fish, if that's what you'd like. But my specialty is insects. I have many as pets, and I've been making a habitat for them in my room. I have mostly spiders right now, but a few crickets, and two dragonflies. The dragonflies are my favorites.
I'd like that. I can repair things, since I will not fight.
At sea? Are you in a navy?
I've plans to go to the lake anyhow. I found out my mother enjoys swimming. I think it would be nice to try with her. [To try swimming, to try...in general, with Alicent]
At sea? Are you in a navy?
I've plans to go to the lake anyhow. I found out my mother enjoys swimming. I think it would be nice to try with her. [To try swimming, to try...in general, with Alicent]
I can take over mending clothes. I don't mind that.
[It's something to do with her hands, to keep her focus.]
Yes. There's still a sea, but I don't usually go sailing on it. Usually I fly. Has mother told you of our dragons?
[She tries to imagine Alicent as carefree, lighter. Laughing and smiling] It's hard to imagine my mother enjoying much of anything. I'll look forward to seeing the change in her.
[It's something to do with her hands, to keep her focus.]
Yes. There's still a sea, but I don't usually go sailing on it. Usually I fly. Has mother told you of our dragons?
[She tries to imagine Alicent as carefree, lighter. Laughing and smiling] It's hard to imagine my mother enjoying much of anything. I'll look forward to seeing the change in her.
I don't mind either way. The only ones from our world here are my family, and it can be a sore topic. You can call whichever you wish.
At first. It was frightening, but exhilarating. It's a special bond between rider and dragon. While my dragon would harm many, she would not harm me. I'm the only one who could tell her to stop and be listened to.
[And as for her mother--] My mother has had the world placed on her shoulders from a very young age. Expectations upon expectations, placed by others-- but also by herself. She clings to them. She could know peace, but no one can force her until she can accept that it must be her to bring it.
I have forgiven her for what she has done, what she is doing, and what she will do, already. The minutes tick ever closer to the hour of no return. Time works different here, though. Perhaps it is not too late after all.
At first. It was frightening, but exhilarating. It's a special bond between rider and dragon. While my dragon would harm many, she would not harm me. I'm the only one who could tell her to stop and be listened to.
[And as for her mother--] My mother has had the world placed on her shoulders from a very young age. Expectations upon expectations, placed by others-- but also by herself. She clings to them. She could know peace, but no one can force her until she can accept that it must be her to bring it.
I have forgiven her for what she has done, what she is doing, and what she will do, already. The minutes tick ever closer to the hour of no return. Time works different here, though. Perhaps it is not too late after all.
I know. Hawk looks like he's permanently glistening. He's out of hair product and it's getting all curly and fluffy. And his beard is coming in.
Don't judge me. You've seen him.
Your hoarding has been a lifesaver. I promise not to tease you about it ever again.
Your hoarding has been a lifesaver. I promise not to tease you about it ever again.
[ Skill issue Tim can ignore his urges when he wants to. He spent his life ignoring them, even when the time and place had been (relatively) safe to indulge them. If it were just about sex, he could wait until this mess blows over. But it's safer in Hawk's arms than anywhere, and that's what he needs more than anything. ]
I know. The more I think about it, the more I think you're right that this place feeds on our misery. It's like it picks our fears and baggage at random and tortures the whole house with them.
I know. The more I think about it, the more I think you're right that this place feeds on our misery. It's like it picks our fears and baggage at random and tortures the whole house with them.
Are you sure? I can meet you anywhere, I don't want you to put yourself in danger for this.
Well thank you, but I'm not some kind of rascal.
[ ...no comment. Sorry bestie. ]
Speaking of scruffy, how's Quentin?
[ ...no comment. Sorry bestie. ]
Speaking of scruffy, how's Quentin?
Why would I want to look like a pirate?
I won't keep you from him long. Promise.
I won't keep you from him long. Promise.
That's one opinion.
I'd like that. Everyone else is falling apart, and I've been on warming duty AND setting fire to the dead duty. I've been so busy I've barely seen him.
I'd like that. Everyone else is falling apart, and I've been on warming duty AND setting fire to the dead duty. I've been so busy I've barely seen him.
Maybe. Do all pirates have bright hair?
You have no idea. But thank you. That means a lot.
You got Hawk to agree? I thought he and Quentin were still mad at each other.
You have no idea. But thank you. That means a lot.
You got Hawk to agree? I thought he and Quentin were still mad at each other.
Right. Can I tell you a secret?
We make a good team. You can sense them coming, and I can light them up before they get too close. I'm not surprised at all that we compliment each other.
Oh. Good then. Let's sit them diagonally from each other, just in case.
We make a good team. You can sense them coming, and I can light them up before they get too close. I'm not surprised at all that we compliment each other.
Oh. Good then. Let's sit them diagonally from each other, just in case.
I think Zoro would be cute with normal hair.
I picked my morning training back up with someone else. But maybe. Every so often.
He's been pretty perfect lately. Except when he's jealous.
I picked my morning training back up with someone else. But maybe. Every so often.
He's been pretty perfect lately. Except when he's jealous.
The green is just a little...shocking.
Mostly. With some other things mixed in.
It depends. If he's taking it out on whoever he thinks he needs to be jealous of, I don't like it.
Mostly. With some other things mixed in.
It depends. If he's taking it out on whoever he thinks he needs to be jealous of, I don't like it.
Not anymore.
The punching worries me. You get too close to them. Someone got his fingers bitten off.
That sounds like I egg him on. I don't do THAT. But sometimes he sees someone flirt with me and gets this idea that he needs to reclaim me. And I like that.
The punching worries me. You get too close to them. Someone got his fingers bitten off.
That sounds like I egg him on. I don't do THAT. But sometimes he sees someone flirt with me and gets this idea that he needs to reclaim me. And I like that.
Where I'm from, everyone's hair is brown, black, or blonde. Sometimes kind of red-orange, but not bright like Nami's.
Still. You're really close. I don't want to do any more funeral rites.
Yeah. That, I like.
Still. You're really close. I don't want to do any more funeral rites.
Yeah. That, I like.
No. Maybe for Halloween.
Good. Because I wouldn't get through it without crying.
He did? Like what?
Good. Because I wouldn't get through it without crying.
He did? Like what?
I'm surprised this place hasn't found a way. I'd like to show you the nice things about home, too.
If it did, I would want to. It should be someone who loves you.
He did?
I don't know. Do you want to?
I already know he's gonna complain about Lent, so if he needs to blow off steam, I'd rather it be someone I trust.
If it did, I would want to. It should be someone who loves you.
He did?
I don't know. Do you want to?
I already know he's gonna complain about Lent, so if he needs to blow off steam, I'd rather it be someone I trust.
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Home videos weren't around yet in my time. Television screens in the home are still new, I couldn't afford one, myself.
Would they know what to do? Actually, you've never told me if you have any traditions like that back home.
He offered to teach you instead of do it to you?
It's the 40 day period before Easter where we give up unnecessary temptations and vices so we can focus on the things that matter. It's been a few years since I've done it properly.
Would they know what to do? Actually, you've never told me if you have any traditions like that back home.
He offered to teach you instead of do it to you?
It's the 40 day period before Easter where we give up unnecessary temptations and vices so we can focus on the things that matter. It's been a few years since I've done it properly.
There was film, but it's expensive. Big movie studios have it.
Oh. Well...we can't get to the sea, and we would have to put you in the ground for you to come back, so that's out of the question.
Do you want me to?
Anything that isn't furthering my relationship with God. Alcohol, sex, excessive consumption. I'll be fasting.
Oh. Well...we can't get to the sea, and we would have to put you in the ground for you to come back, so that's out of the question.
Do you want me to?
Anything that isn't furthering my relationship with God. Alcohol, sex, excessive consumption. I'll be fasting.
Pictures are easier. Hawk had a camera.
I'd say a prayer still.
I guess it depends. He does it to be possessive. I don't want him acting like that towards anyone else. But if it isn't like that, it's okay.
...kind of like meditation of training. But no waterfalls or bears. Where did you get that?
I'd say a prayer still.
I guess it depends. He does it to be possessive. I don't want him acting like that towards anyone else. But if it isn't like that, it's okay.
...kind of like meditation of training. But no waterfalls or bears. Where did you get that?
You know the phones do mostly the same thing, right?
None taken. But if you were looking for lessons, I wouldn't mind. I could help, if you want. Someone to demonstrate on.
It's not about fighting. It's about becoming more spiritually aware.
None taken. But if you were looking for lessons, I wouldn't mind. I could help, if you want. Someone to demonstrate on.
It's not about fighting. It's about becoming more spiritually aware.
I guess it would be. I could show you my sister. Or my church.
I'd be okay with it. Like I said, I trust you. And clearly I don't mind being your guinea pig. As long as it's just tying me up. No sex. At least until Easter.
I guess so. Try selling it to Hawk like that.
I'd be okay with it. Like I said, I trust you. And clearly I don't mind being your guinea pig. As long as it's just tying me up. No sex. At least until Easter.
I guess so. Try selling it to Hawk like that.
I'll ask the library.
It can be sexy. [ Everything Hawk does is sexy, unless Tim is mad at him, so jot that down. ] Just not actual sex.
Yeah, he was. He was a hero, with the medals and scars to prove it.
It can be sexy. [ Everything Hawk does is sexy, unless Tim is mad at him, so jot that down. ] Just not actual sex.
Yeah, he was. He was a hero, with the medals and scars to prove it.
Use your common sense, Koby. I can't have sex. I would rather if nobody did it around me, until Lent is over. Tying me up can be stimulating but it can't go further than that.
It's a date :)
It's a date :)
I'm struggling, I need a task to keep me busy. Do you have anything?
Good.
Sorry. If he flirts with me right now I might explode.
Sorry. If he flirts with me right now I might explode.
That's not a bad idea. You're a genius, actually.
No I won't.
But as long as it's just us, I'll be okay.
No offense.
But as long as it's just us, I'll be okay.
No offense.
Infinitely. Hawk's been supportive but he still...looks the way he does, all day, every day.
It's been a few years since I've done it properly, too. And never after a weekend of being up to my eyeballs in sex drugs.
It's been a few years since I've done it properly, too. And never after a weekend of being up to my eyeballs in sex drugs.
Yes. But if I hurt myself walking into a door, it'll kill the mood.
What are the usual ones? I don't know. The candy hearts. In hindsight, I should have known that if it said "fuck me" I would need somebody to do that, but I thought it was just the house having poor taste again. I wasn't thinking.
What are the usual ones? I don't know. The candy hearts. In hindsight, I should have known that if it said "fuck me" I would need somebody to do that, but I thought it was just the house having poor taste again. I wasn't thinking.
I'm not, don't worry.
Right. I try not to drink down there unless I'm with someone.
It was before Lent. But still. I was out of control, and messed things up with Harry.
Right. I try not to drink down there unless I'm with someone.
It was before Lent. But still. I was out of control, and messed things up with Harry.
Maybe we should go. Just to dance.
We agreed to take it slow, and then I got all wound up on sex candy and jumped him.
We agreed to take it slow, and then I got all wound up on sex candy and jumped him.
I can dance without drinking, probably.
He carried me over his shoulder to his room and made love to me.
He carried me over his shoulder to his room and made love to me.
Thanks.
It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been drugged. We were supposed to talk about it first.
It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been drugged. We were supposed to talk about it first.
For what, to tease him? I don't need to get too dressed up if I'm not looking to flirt with anyone.
Maybe ruined is a little dramatic. But it wasn't the plan. Even if it was good.
Maybe ruined is a little dramatic. But it wasn't the plan. Even if it was good.
I've put stuff in my hair before. But I don't like the way it feels, it's all crunchy.
Maybe I'm just worried because of the last time.
Maybe I'm just worried because of the last time.
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Do I need glitter?
Oh, he didn't make me do anything. I did want to. It just sped everything up.
Oh, he didn't make me do anything. I did want to. It just sped everything up.
It just seems a little more...feminine, than I'd prefer.
I am slowed down again. Because of Lent. It'll give me time to think.
I am slowed down again. Because of Lent. It'll give me time to think.
I'll let you play with hair products, but no color or glitter.
He knows what it is. He’s American, like me. From Illinois, where Lincoln was from before he was president.
Harry respects it. He's a perfect gentleman.
He knows what it is. He’s American, like me. From Illinois, where Lincoln was from before he was president.
Harry respects it. He's a perfect gentleman.
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No, he's from closer to this time. And yeah, it's good. We were...not really sure what we were doing for a while, but now we're good.
There's a new guy though, Harry Goodsir. He's from closer to the same time. But he's English, and before the war, so he might not know anything.
There's a new guy though, Harry Goodsir. He's from closer to the same time. But he's English, and before the war, so he might not know anything.
Not yet, I think. But you don't need my permission to talk to him.
He seems like a good guy. Another one for the church group.
He seems like a good guy. Another one for the church group.
Let me know if you learn anything interesting.
A coincidence, I'm sure. Or maybe you all secretly crave some stability.
A coincidence, I'm sure. Or maybe you all secretly crave some stability.
Well, don't be too obvious.
I guess I don't mind being the anchor.
I guess I don't mind being the anchor.
Your stockpile — does it still exist after the events of the previous month?
A little bird told me you were reliable.
[ Silco, please. ]
You know Jinx.
[ Silco, please. ]
You know Jinx.
[ It takes him a moment to type it out, unsure of the way their relationship has changed, but: ]
She's my daughter.
She's my daughter.
Likewise.
And thank you, but no. I'd merely wondered if it might be worthwhile to ensure we're ready in the event that we're once again forced to fend for ourselves.
And thank you, but no. I'd merely wondered if it might be worthwhile to ensure we're ready in the event that we're once again forced to fend for ourselves.
Battles are easier fought together than alone.
I assume the canned foods were taken from the pantry — is there a filtration system in place for the water supply?
I assume the canned foods were taken from the pantry — is there a filtration system in place for the water supply?
Have you noticed any rhyme or reason to party lines? Your crew, I can understand, and those of the same family name, but the intricacies of the rest elude me.
I see.
[ Then, simply: ]
I'll look into it.
I see.
[ Then, simply: ]
I'll look into it.
Yes, I've been made aware.
[ is that what you wanted to hear, koby ................ ]
If you don't mind sharing, it'd certainly be helpful. I suppose I don't have to tell you that the Network is a bit of a free-for-all.
[ Generously speaking. ]
Of course. It's the least I can do.
[ is that what you wanted to hear, koby ................ ]
If you don't mind sharing, it'd certainly be helpful. I suppose I don't have to tell you that the Network is a bit of a free-for-all.
[ Generously speaking. ]
Of course. It's the least I can do.
[ There are a few things that Silco notes. The first, that the populace here must be living up to their apparent youth if the heavy hand the house exerts toward intercourse is enough to establish that depth of loyalty; the second, that daily notes require a level of rigor in line with the effort needed to single-handedly build a stockpile of a magnitude that would at least mostly sustain the house through a period of relative abandonment; and third, that he has Koby where he wants him. ]
Thank you, Koby. One good turn deserves another, or so I’m told.
Are your notes digitally transmissible or shall I collect them from you in person?
Thank you, Koby. One good turn deserves another, or so I’m told.
Are your notes digitally transmissible or shall I collect them from you in person?
I had wondered, but I'll save my other questions.
[ Mostly because they're to do with the level of surveillance they're under, per Koby's message, which seems a foolish topic to pursue over text. ]
Let me know where to meet you.
[ Mostly because they're to do with the level of surveillance they're under, per Koby's message, which seems a foolish topic to pursue over text. ]
Let me know where to meet you.
[ Fifty minutes later, Silco stalks into the library, taking a minute of his allotted extra time to take a lap around the space — still not completely tidied after the events of the previous month — before zeroing in on the duck (not really difficult to notice, though he supposes that's half the point), and the mop of pink hair. ]
You must be Koby.
[ Spoken neutrally, the tenor of his voice balanced toward politeness.
His eyes, one sky-blue, the other molten orange, fall to the bird. An odd choice of pet — certainly more well-kept than any of the creatures he'd ever seen in the undercity — but perhaps fitting enough for one meant to be kept amongst a band of pirates. ]
And who's your feathered friend?
You must be Koby.
[ Spoken neutrally, the tenor of his voice balanced toward politeness.
His eyes, one sky-blue, the other molten orange, fall to the bird. An odd choice of pet — certainly more well-kept than any of the creatures he'd ever seen in the undercity — but perhaps fitting enough for one meant to be kept amongst a band of pirates. ]
And who's your feathered friend?
[ If Silco notices the amount of effort Koby's exerting, he doesn't make any outward note of it; the boy's nod gets one in return, as well as a wave of one hand to invite Koby to sit again as he takes a seat of his own. He's certainly different from Nami – both of them strike Silco as earnest (as clever, more importantly), but in distinctly separate tenors. Nami has her restaurant, a focal point for those she considers her crew, while Koby has a stockpile meant for all, a brochure for any new arrivals, regardless of who they are or where they've come from. And that's leaving aside the way Koby had stood upon his approach, a habit Silco knows comes strict discipline.
Smoothly, as he settles into a chair: ] The pleasure's all mine.
[ It's an easy tit for tat, matching Koby's energy as opposed to fully exerting his own while he's still getting the lay of the land. And as for the duck — he lays his hand out on the desk, palm up, not exactly extended forward but available should the creature take an interest. ]
Did she arrive here with you?
[ A useless question, maybe, but the notes are right there, and it's not like this line of inquiry is going to change Koby's mind one way or another. ]
Smoothly, as he settles into a chair: ] The pleasure's all mine.
[ It's an easy tit for tat, matching Koby's energy as opposed to fully exerting his own while he's still getting the lay of the land. And as for the duck — he lays his hand out on the desk, palm up, not exactly extended forward but available should the creature take an interest. ]
Did she arrive here with you?
[ A useless question, maybe, but the notes are right there, and it's not like this line of inquiry is going to change Koby's mind one way or another. ]
[ By contrast, there's a brightness to Koby that Silco knows doesn't necessarily mean ease when it comes to being able to read him and his intentions, but at least gives any observant party a general sense as to which way the wind is blowing. He already knows that he's being watched, that an introduction is just as much information-gathering as anything else — hardly a surprise, considering the cache of notes he's here to see. The only thing left is to ensure that anything that ends up in there about him is what he wants recorded.
Lincoln's attention relinquished, Silco's fingers curl back into his palm, turning over into a loosely-closed fist on the surface of the table. ]
I'm told there's always something, [ he says, voice lilting wryly up. He's already experienced the will of the house, having been thrown into the hunt, but that's neither here nor there in terms of what he's willing to share. ] A pumpkin hunt, I gather, is on the more benign side of the scale.
[ For better or worse, he has looked over the network, and an entire month of autopsy reports is hardly encouraging, especially in comparison to the somewhat more mindless messages that populate it otherwise. ]
Your notes — do you have a contingency in place in the event you're unable to contribute to your daily log, or is the fact that they're a personal recollection more the point?
Lincoln's attention relinquished, Silco's fingers curl back into his palm, turning over into a loosely-closed fist on the surface of the table. ]
I'm told there's always something, [ he says, voice lilting wryly up. He's already experienced the will of the house, having been thrown into the hunt, but that's neither here nor there in terms of what he's willing to share. ] A pumpkin hunt, I gather, is on the more benign side of the scale.
[ For better or worse, he has looked over the network, and an entire month of autopsy reports is hardly encouraging, especially in comparison to the somewhat more mindless messages that populate it otherwise. ]
Your notes — do you have a contingency in place in the event you're unable to contribute to your daily log, or is the fact that they're a personal recollection more the point?
[ As Koby speaks, Silco's eyes fall to the stack of notes. They — along with the boy's answer — conveniently provide answers not just to what's been asked but beyond. More classified records; the suggestion that there are things worth hiding, whether from the house, nebulous entity that it is, or from anyone outside their little crew. The neatly collated notes, the carefully placed paperclips — it'd be too generous to say that Silco thinks of himself, but they're signs of a more analytical mind, of skills cultivated in place of purely physical strength. Granted, that's a surface-level take — there's always the chance that his notes will be utter gibberish, and all of Silco's speculation will be rendered moot.
Lightly, simply: ] Good.
[ Approval — another thread pulled through the loom. Easier to do when approval is so sought after. ]
Though let's hope it doesn't come to that.
[ He nods, then, at the pile by Koby's elbow, eyebrows rising slightly. ]
—And how classified are these?
Lightly, simply: ] Good.
[ Approval — another thread pulled through the loom. Easier to do when approval is so sought after. ]
Though let's hope it doesn't come to that.
[ He nods, then, at the pile by Koby's elbow, eyebrows rising slightly. ]
—And how classified are these?
[ As Koby reaches out with invisible fingers, what greets him is almost less an aura than it is a concentrated force — a jewel, what ought to be soft made solid and hard. The kind of blue that can be described as beautiful and cold at the same time, shot through with the sense of a wound scabbed over (or that never healed, like the orange eye set in scar tissue, unusually raw in comparison to the rest of him). It's an incursion that Silco can't sense, for better or worse — he sifts through the notes in front of him, none the wiser.
Still, the light tap of Koby's fingers is enough to get Silco to look up, his gaze — sharp, always sharp, no matter how he modulates the rest of his expression — meeting the young man's in an instant. ]
This is impressive work, Koby.
[ Another little sliver of praise, doled out in the only way Silco ever gives it — matter-of-fact, meant to be more significant for the fact that he never gives it idly. But it's as much an isolated thing as it is a treat, a sweet thing meant to cushion and soften the question he asks next, slow and light at the same time: ]
Who are you afraid might find this?
Still, the light tap of Koby's fingers is enough to get Silco to look up, his gaze — sharp, always sharp, no matter how he modulates the rest of his expression — meeting the young man's in an instant. ]
This is impressive work, Koby.
[ Another little sliver of praise, doled out in the only way Silco ever gives it — matter-of-fact, meant to be more significant for the fact that he never gives it idly. But it's as much an isolated thing as it is a treat, a sweet thing meant to cushion and soften the question he asks next, slow and light at the same time: ]
Who are you afraid might find this?
[ For all that Silco has no mental defenses, no abilities that attune him to the timbre of the room or the people within it, he still senses the cloud, the shadow that it casts over their conversation. But he doesn't look away, doesn't flinch.
(It's painful, that Koby cares so much. His earnestness pierces through his expression like sunlight through a gap in the clouds. He'd been like that once, too, hadn't he?)
There's an honest answer, here — that all people are capable of hurting each other, regardless of connection or intention. That's not, he expects, the answer that Koby really wants to hear, so he lets it go, a glint of light against the hard edges of his mind. ]
Jinx has grown quite fond of you — all of you, [ he begins, each word measured. ] That's my only concern.
[ For better or worse, that's honest, too; clear in a way that a simpering of course it doesn't isn't. And the implication is obvious enough — anyone who holds her favor holds his, or at least the impression of it, and anyone who'd dare to hurt her will answer to him. Unusually honest, for him, but it's an equivalent exchange, in his eyes, as well as a measure of gaining the boy's trust. ]
And besides, we guests all share the same plight. Best not to turn ourselves against each other.
[ For now. ]
(It's painful, that Koby cares so much. His earnestness pierces through his expression like sunlight through a gap in the clouds. He'd been like that once, too, hadn't he?)
There's an honest answer, here — that all people are capable of hurting each other, regardless of connection or intention. That's not, he expects, the answer that Koby really wants to hear, so he lets it go, a glint of light against the hard edges of his mind. ]
Jinx has grown quite fond of you — all of you, [ he begins, each word measured. ] That's my only concern.
[ For better or worse, that's honest, too; clear in a way that a simpering of course it doesn't isn't. And the implication is obvious enough — anyone who holds her favor holds his, or at least the impression of it, and anyone who'd dare to hurt her will answer to him. Unusually honest, for him, but it's an equivalent exchange, in his eyes, as well as a measure of gaining the boy's trust. ]
And besides, we guests all share the same plight. Best not to turn ourselves against each other.
[ For now. ]
As am I.
[ No hard feelings, then, if push comes to shove, with an eye for an eye as an accepted ultimatum. Surprisingly cold terms, for a boy so pink, but better he learn how to properly navigate the world (to survive) now rather than later. That politeness — mister, sweet on his lips — won't mean too much, in the end.
He can't help that it makes him smile. ]
Thank you.
[ His gaze falls, finally, the thread breaking along with the heavy mood. The papers rustle slightly as his long fingers find their edges, nudging them all into alignment before he picks the entire pile off of the table, getting to his feet in the same motion. ]
I'll have these back to you on the morrow.
[ No hard feelings, then, if push comes to shove, with an eye for an eye as an accepted ultimatum. Surprisingly cold terms, for a boy so pink, but better he learn how to properly navigate the world (to survive) now rather than later. That politeness — mister, sweet on his lips — won't mean too much, in the end.
He can't help that it makes him smile. ]
Thank you.
[ His gaze falls, finally, the thread breaking along with the heavy mood. The papers rustle slightly as his long fingers find their edges, nudging them all into alignment before he picks the entire pile off of the table, getting to his feet in the same motion. ]
I'll have these back to you on the morrow.
[He does like the library.
It's quiet and smells of old paper and leather. Goodsir spends quite some time just wandering the stacks, looking at the available titles.
Eventually he spots Koby and walks over. He's dressed to his own standards: trousers, shirt, tie, waistcoat, frock coat. He's no longer fully bearded, sporting muttonchops instead. He looks absolutely out of place in modern settings, but he fits into the library pretty well.
His voice is soft, accented, and slightly nervous.]
Ah. Hello. I trust I'm not interrupting?
It's quiet and smells of old paper and leather. Goodsir spends quite some time just wandering the stacks, looking at the available titles.
Eventually he spots Koby and walks over. He's dressed to his own standards: trousers, shirt, tie, waistcoat, frock coat. He's no longer fully bearded, sporting muttonchops instead. He looks absolutely out of place in modern settings, but he fits into the library pretty well.
His voice is soft, accented, and slightly nervous.]
Ah. Hello. I trust I'm not interrupting?
I did, yes.
[Even if they weren't in a library, Goodsir's voice would still be quiet and gentle. He smiles shyly, like Koby might shoo him away.]
Provided you're still interested in giving it.
[Koby is young. And cute. And so clearly a nerd that Goodsir can relax a little.]
[Even if they weren't in a library, Goodsir's voice would still be quiet and gentle. He smiles shyly, like Koby might shoo him away.]
Provided you're still interested in giving it.
[Koby is young. And cute. And so clearly a nerd that Goodsir can relax a little.]
Thank you kindly.
[Goodsir walks beside Koby. It's nice, he thinks to have people to talk to. Places to go to, things to see. Conversation that isn't overshadowed by the presence of death.]
I must say that I've been looking forward to this. Everyone in the manor has been very welcoming, of course, but it is especially nice to know someone with whom I share some interests. The sea, animals, research... not everyone appreciates these things.
[He has a sweetly rambling way of talking, like he's used to filling silences.]
Oh, and I must also say that I do like the pink hair. I've never seen such a thing before, but it does suit you.
[Goodsir walks beside Koby. It's nice, he thinks to have people to talk to. Places to go to, things to see. Conversation that isn't overshadowed by the presence of death.]
I must say that I've been looking forward to this. Everyone in the manor has been very welcoming, of course, but it is especially nice to know someone with whom I share some interests. The sea, animals, research... not everyone appreciates these things.
[He has a sweetly rambling way of talking, like he's used to filling silences.]
Oh, and I must also say that I do like the pink hair. I've never seen such a thing before, but it does suit you.
I do believe that career seamen will always crave the ocean, even knowing the difficulties the life presents. There is a sort of... a sort of call to it. I don't think I could explain it to anyone who hasn't been on a ship, though. You're fortunate that your... partner? Can understand.
[Tim told him not to use 'malewife.,
Goodsir takes the brochure happily, looking it over even though he knows what's on it.] Thank you. You know... [And here he sounds a little shy:] You may call me Harry. If you'd like.
[It is his name, after all. Although he's used to simply being called by his last.]
The 'phone' is quite remarkable, yes, but paper is much easier to navigate. Goodness, this library is huge - you must have a head for maps if you can remember every bit of it.
[Goodsir shakes his head with an awkward little laugh.]
I've had a little time to recuperate. There are some lesions that remain but the vast majority have healed quite satisfactorily. Wounds can reopen in severe cases of scurvy, you know. It's quite the sight to see - awful, but fascinating.
[He realises he's about to ramble about the advanced scurvy and shuts up, looking chagrined.]
Ah. Sorry. But, uhm, yes. Those physical ailments that can be reversed have been. I thank you for your concern.
You often assist people new to the manor?
[Tim told him not to use 'malewife.,
Goodsir takes the brochure happily, looking it over even though he knows what's on it.] Thank you. You know... [And here he sounds a little shy:] You may call me Harry. If you'd like.
[It is his name, after all. Although he's used to simply being called by his last.]
The 'phone' is quite remarkable, yes, but paper is much easier to navigate. Goodness, this library is huge - you must have a head for maps if you can remember every bit of it.
[Goodsir shakes his head with an awkward little laugh.]
I've had a little time to recuperate. There are some lesions that remain but the vast majority have healed quite satisfactorily. Wounds can reopen in severe cases of scurvy, you know. It's quite the sight to see - awful, but fascinating.
[He realises he's about to ramble about the advanced scurvy and shuts up, looking chagrined.]
Ah. Sorry. But, uhm, yes. Those physical ailments that can be reversed have been. I thank you for your concern.
You often assist people new to the manor?
A navigator! Terribly impressive. Yes, yes I'd rather like to meet him.
[He's trying very hard to get along with these men's partners, initially as a courtesy but also because he hopes to make friends of them too.
Goodsir takes the map with a boyish grin, delighted.] Oh, I thank you! Yes, I am most curious to learn what I've missed.
[It doesn't occur to him that anyone else might be remotely interested in the fate of the Franklin Expedition. He assumes that to most it's just a boring old mystery, if anything.
Goodsir looks at Koby with the barest hint of mischief in his eyes.]
Well, now it's you that sounds like a doctor. But you're right, of course. I'll not let my pride cause further injury.
[He follows, happy to be guided. And even though he's seen a little of it already, Goodsir still looks at the room as if it's the most fascinating place he's ever been in.]
Koby, you're a remarkably kind young man. The world would be a better place if more of us were like you.
[He's trying very hard to get along with these men's partners, initially as a courtesy but also because he hopes to make friends of them too.
Goodsir takes the map with a boyish grin, delighted.] Oh, I thank you! Yes, I am most curious to learn what I've missed.
[It doesn't occur to him that anyone else might be remotely interested in the fate of the Franklin Expedition. He assumes that to most it's just a boring old mystery, if anything.
Goodsir looks at Koby with the barest hint of mischief in his eyes.]
Well, now it's you that sounds like a doctor. But you're right, of course. I'll not let my pride cause further injury.
[He follows, happy to be guided. And even though he's seen a little of it already, Goodsir still looks at the room as if it's the most fascinating place he's ever been in.]
Koby, you're a remarkably kind young man. The world would be a better place if more of us were like you.
[It's sweet, Goodsir thinks, to see someone so enamoured. It occurs to him that he's seen more declarations of romantic love in his short time here than he has ever before in his life. Is it perhaps a trifle inappropriate? Certainly. But it's still heartwarming.]
Oh dear, bossy are you? Well, you'll have no backtalk from me. I'm rarely very cheeky.
[Goodsir doesn't consider the sentiment corny at all. No, he just looks at Koby with dark eyes and smiles in perfect understanding.]
Yes. Yes, I can see that. I would only ever caution you not to let your good heart prevent you from looking after yourself.
Oh dear, bossy are you? Well, you'll have no backtalk from me. I'm rarely very cheeky.
[Goodsir doesn't consider the sentiment corny at all. No, he just looks at Koby with dark eyes and smiles in perfect understanding.]
Yes. Yes, I can see that. I would only ever caution you not to let your good heart prevent you from looking after yourself.
[Goodsir is not familiar with any sort of psychic ability, so he's not sure what he's feeling - he interprets Koby's probing instead as a sense that Koby is trustworthy and easy to open up to. Goodsir's mind is very much the same as his demeanor: warm, gentle, curious. There is a deeper layer to him that is the cold of operating rooms, of research papers.
Goodsir smiles.]
That is a terribly familiar sentiment. I myself am, ah, not perceived as particularly capable in many ways. Seafaring men, as you know, tend toward the rugged.
So please know that I believe you to be every bit as strong as anyone else.
[He would hate to see this lovely young man treated rudely just because he's kind.]
Goodsir smiles.]
That is a terribly familiar sentiment. I myself am, ah, not perceived as particularly capable in many ways. Seafaring men, as you know, tend toward the rugged.
So please know that I believe you to be every bit as strong as anyone else.
[He would hate to see this lovely young man treated rudely just because he's kind.]
[Goodsir laughs softly.] Well. It certainly has its place. But I don't hold that it's the only way for a man to behave.
[Because he too values kindness and intelligence.]
Now, you must show me your very favourite part of this magnificent library. I believe seeing that will give me further insight into your character.
[Because he too values kindness and intelligence.]
Now, you must show me your very favourite part of this magnificent library. I believe seeing that will give me further insight into your character.
You needn't apologise. [Said gently, because Goodsir is also forever apologising unnecessarily.] You've not done a single thing wrong.
[He follows along, referring to the map periodically. At 'history' he smiles and lets his gaze wander slowly from title to title before looking to the chair Koby has pointed out.]
Oh, yes. Yes, that looks perfect.
[He looks to Koby again, still smiling.] I suspect I'd say the same about yours. I don't suppose there are any volumes on it available to read...?
[He steps closer to the books, letting his fingers trace a few spines. His smile fades into something more thoughtful.]
It's strange to think of yourself as history. But if this place is, as they say, 2007, then I have over one hundred and fifty years to catch up on. I daresay most of it will probably be for the good. I've spoken to Mr. Laughlin at some length about the social changes even from his time to now, and he seems much happier for them.
[His fingers linger on a volume - Sad, Mad and Bad: Women and the Mind Doctors from 1800 - before he shakes his head and lets his hand drop.]
Forgive me Koby, I'm being maudlin. Please, tell me what part of our history so fascinates you.
[He wants to know all of Koby's hyperfixations.]
[He follows along, referring to the map periodically. At 'history' he smiles and lets his gaze wander slowly from title to title before looking to the chair Koby has pointed out.]
Oh, yes. Yes, that looks perfect.
[He looks to Koby again, still smiling.] I suspect I'd say the same about yours. I don't suppose there are any volumes on it available to read...?
[He steps closer to the books, letting his fingers trace a few spines. His smile fades into something more thoughtful.]
It's strange to think of yourself as history. But if this place is, as they say, 2007, then I have over one hundred and fifty years to catch up on. I daresay most of it will probably be for the good. I've spoken to Mr. Laughlin at some length about the social changes even from his time to now, and he seems much happier for them.
[His fingers linger on a volume - Sad, Mad and Bad: Women and the Mind Doctors from 1800 - before he shakes his head and lets his hand drop.]
Forgive me Koby, I'm being maudlin. Please, tell me what part of our history so fascinates you.
[He wants to know all of Koby's hyperfixations.]
Ah, but you're not taking into account that part of the reason for this tour is so that I can listen to you ramble. [He offers Koby a conspiratorial look.] I do the exact same thing, you see. So let us promise not to apologise for our enthusiasm distracting us, shall we?
[There are so many books. So many, many years. For the briefest moment Goodsir feels despair and a sort of swooning horror at the enormity of time. But then his natural curiosity and lust for knowledge rises up, spurred further by the beautiful look on Koby's face as he speaks of seafaring.]
I am sorry that you are so far from home. But selfishly, I am also pleased as it means I've the occasion to meet you.
And it is selfish, you know. I don't think I ever truly understood what it would feel like to never be able to return home until... well. Until it was too late.
But we must make do.
[There are so many books. So many, many years. For the briefest moment Goodsir feels despair and a sort of swooning horror at the enormity of time. But then his natural curiosity and lust for knowledge rises up, spurred further by the beautiful look on Koby's face as he speaks of seafaring.]
I am sorry that you are so far from home. But selfishly, I am also pleased as it means I've the occasion to meet you.
And it is selfish, you know. I don't think I ever truly understood what it would feel like to never be able to return home until... well. Until it was too late.
But we must make do.
I don't mind at all. [Indeed, in Koby he thinks he's truly found a kindred spirit. Someone who understands the beauty found everywhere in the world, as well as someone who can examine its endless details.
Koby's sudden movement startles Goodsir, who is still blinking in surprise when the young man zooms back. He accepts the book and reads the title with a radiant smile.]
That sounds like an excellent plan.
[He opens the book and flips through, looking for the mammals. He finds what he's looking for and shows Koby - delphinapterus leucas, the beluga whale - and grins like a child.]
They are really sort of ridiculous looking, aren't they? But, here...
[More flipping. carcinus maenas: the European green crab.]
These fellows were such a part of my childhood. I caught far too many of them, really. I think that they are why I really started to wonder about how such marvelous things were put together.
Koby's sudden movement startles Goodsir, who is still blinking in surprise when the young man zooms back. He accepts the book and reads the title with a radiant smile.]
That sounds like an excellent plan.
[He opens the book and flips through, looking for the mammals. He finds what he's looking for and shows Koby - delphinapterus leucas, the beluga whale - and grins like a child.]
They are really sort of ridiculous looking, aren't they? But, here...
[More flipping. carcinus maenas: the European green crab.]
These fellows were such a part of my childhood. I caught far too many of them, really. I think that they are why I really started to wonder about how such marvelous things were put together.
Oh, yes! Tim did mention. I will absolutely be by. Fresh food prepared by a chef? I'll be downright spoiled.
[He's careful not to joke about tinned rations, partly to avoid the awkwardness and partly not to spiral about it. It's a strange relationship to be have with food: to be so desperate for it and yet a little frightened.
His first day in the manor he'd eaten too much in spite of knowing better and been sick. But his stomach is slowly catching up to his appetite.]
Tim is a lovely man, isn't he? I've had little occasion to meet any Americans before. It's a charming sort of accent he's got.
As is yours, for that matter.
[He's careful not to joke about tinned rations, partly to avoid the awkwardness and partly not to spiral about it. It's a strange relationship to be have with food: to be so desperate for it and yet a little frightened.
His first day in the manor he'd eaten too much in spite of knowing better and been sick. But his stomach is slowly catching up to his appetite.]
Tim is a lovely man, isn't he? I've had little occasion to meet any Americans before. It's a charming sort of accent he's got.
As is yours, for that matter.
[Goodsir smiles.] Your tact is appreciated. Yes, if he wouldn't be offended by something with, ah, smaller portions? That would be lovely.
[Oblivious, his smile widens.] As am I. He's been an incredible resource of information, and a great comfort. And he's very... gallant? Yes. I admire that.
[A soft laugh.] Yes. But everyone does. Yours is more familiar sounding to me than some. The long vowels and all. But you've got the most lovely rising intonation!
[Oblivious, his smile widens.] As am I. He's been an incredible resource of information, and a great comfort. And he's very... gallant? Yes. I admire that.
[A soft laugh.] Yes. But everyone does. Yours is more familiar sounding to me than some. The long vowels and all. But you've got the most lovely rising intonation!
hi
( that's it, that's the text.
surprise? )
( that's it, that's the text.
surprise? )
( hao scrunches his nose at that, but ends up smiling a little to himself despite himself, because koby is cute and annoying with his dumb Proper Capitalization and Punctuation and all that shit. the dark, twisting mess of hao's aura is probably a little subdued, like someone slipped it a xanax. )
i am
hyunsu told me he told u
so
yeah
ta da
i am
hyunsu told me he told u
so
yeah
ta da
( "i missed you" is one of those things where it feels right to say that you missed the person, too, but — how could he?
death has given hao a serious motherfucking existential crisis. )
yea
( a lie. )
mostly
( less of a lie. )
dont rlly feel all the way like myself yet
death has given hao a serious motherfucking existential crisis. )
yea
( a lie. )
mostly
( less of a lie. )
dont rlly feel all the way like myself yet
weirder than usual?? lol
( haha. ha. so funny. he wants to die. )
theres no cute way 2 say that im like
sum freaky nasty vampire
not 2 b dramatic but its taking all my wilpower 2 not kms bc i fuckin h8 it
( haha. ha. so funny. he wants to die. )
theres no cute way 2 say that im like
sum freaky nasty vampire
not 2 b dramatic but its taking all my wilpower 2 not kms bc i fuckin h8 it
hyunsus been letting me ummm
drink from him
ugh
ew
i feel bad
sumtimes i feel like i cant stop nd im gunna drain him compleatly nd he says its fine but
idk!!!! 😖
he told me hes gunna go find my stone but hes done 2 much fkn nice stuff 4 me idk how 2 deal
drink from him
ugh
ew
i feel bad
sumtimes i feel like i cant stop nd im gunna drain him compleatly nd he says its fine but
idk!!!! 😖
he told me hes gunna go find my stone but hes done 2 much fkn nice stuff 4 me idk how 2 deal
i dont wanna drink from ne 1 else 😞 i dont even want ne 1 2 c me like this 😞😞😞😞😞
but i will take the blood bags evn if the thot if it is gonna make me hurl fr
he alredy did the worst thing i coud posibly ask him 2 do 4 me
i dont want him 2 suffer me more bc of me
but i will take the blood bags evn if the thot if it is gonna make me hurl fr
he alredy did the worst thing i coud posibly ask him 2 do 4 me
i dont want him 2 suffer me more bc of me
y is caring abt ppl so hard
i fkn hate it
( his pure anguish is surely palpable — or something like it, a swirling concoction of fear and love (?) and guilt and probably every stupid emotion in between churning in his belly, a pang of thirst at the mere suggestion of blood. which — is fucking annoying, considering he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of hyunsu's inner wrist just before he left his room, drinking until everything started to fade around the edges and get pleasantly blurry, starting to lose himself to the instinct of it all before abruptly pulling off, panting. he shouldn't fucking be thirsty again. )
ur the only other person who mayb cares abt me n wants 2 c me but u prob shoudnt
u kno how much i like 2 bite the way it is
i fkn hate it
( his pure anguish is surely palpable — or something like it, a swirling concoction of fear and love (?) and guilt and probably every stupid emotion in between churning in his belly, a pang of thirst at the mere suggestion of blood. which — is fucking annoying, considering he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of hyunsu's inner wrist just before he left his room, drinking until everything started to fade around the edges and get pleasantly blurry, starting to lose himself to the instinct of it all before abruptly pulling off, panting. he shouldn't fucking be thirsty again. )
ur the only other person who mayb cares abt me n wants 2 c me but u prob shoudnt
u kno how much i like 2 bite the way it is
( ........ in a fight, right koby??? )
u mean ur not scared of my big scary sharp vampire teeth?
( which Honestly don't look very different from his big scary sharp regular boy teeth. )
im nervous 🙃
( bro died one time and learned what fear is and now is experiencing Feelings all the time. )
u mean ur not scared of my big scary sharp vampire teeth?
( which Honestly don't look very different from his big scary sharp regular boy teeth. )
im nervous 🙃
( bro died one time and learned what fear is and now is experiencing Feelings all the time. )
( hhhhhhgggggghrvrhrhrggghhhh he hates this sO fucking much. maybe he should've just waited until he was back to normal to message koby ..........
but a part of him wonders how he reacted when hyunsu had told him what had happened, how he's thought about hao since then. maybe that's a little narcissistic. maybe he just has a feeling (or some kind of fucked yo hope?) that it was bad. )
ugh
fine
im in my room
but its actually not fine if i hurt u bc ill never forgiv myself ok??
so i want u 2 grab my bat when u come in just in case
itll b by the door
im fkn sereous
but a part of him wonders how he reacted when hyunsu had told him what had happened, how he's thought about hao since then. maybe that's a little narcissistic. maybe he just has a feeling (or some kind of fucked yo hope?) that it was bad. )
ugh
fine
im in my room
but its actually not fine if i hurt u bc ill never forgiv myself ok??
so i want u 2 grab my bat when u come in just in case
itll b by the door
im fkn sereous
[ there's a photo that comes in on its own with no caption at first (please ignore the beard), but then - ]
One of the house staff took this photo for me.
Do they take pictures of us often? I'd much rather it be you ogling me at every turn.
Though if you were here I would pale in comparison.
[ is this meant for glinda? yes this was meant for glinda. ]
One of the house staff took this photo for me.
Do they take pictures of us often? I'd much rather it be you ogling me at every turn.
Though if you were here I would pale in comparison.
[ is this meant for glinda? yes this was meant for glinda. ]
Well I suppose I didn't mean to but I'm not upset that I did.
And the sentiment still stands.
[ a beat, because he's looking at the little user name. ]
Koby, isn't it?
You were very kind at breakfast when I arrived.
And the sentiment still stands.
[ a beat, because he's looking at the little user name. ]
Koby, isn't it?
You were very kind at breakfast when I arrived.
And what if I happen to like sweater vests? What do you say then?
So kindness compounded with a very flattering sweater vest - tell me again why I wouldn't want to send you a photo of me?
Perhaps I was hoping you'd send one back.
It would be the polite thing to do, after all.
So kindness compounded with a very flattering sweater vest - tell me again why I wouldn't want to send you a photo of me?
Perhaps I was hoping you'd send one back.
It would be the polite thing to do, after all.
You were wearing one, so you must like them.
Are you wearing one now?
How will I ever know if you don't send me a picture right now?
I will wither from the anticipation alone.
Are you wearing one now?
How will I ever know if you don't send me a picture right now?
I will wither from the anticipation alone.
Is that a way of asking to see me shirtless again? Or from another angle?
[ whoops, koby. there's something sent along akin to this. ]
You seem lonely there - where is that place?
This house has so many rooms, you must tell me all about this one.
[ whoops, koby. there's something sent along akin to this. ]
You seem lonely there - where is that place?
This house has so many rooms, you must tell me all about this one.
( danny's brain doesn't get much sunlight. that's an understatement, written in fat, bottom-heavy font so no misplaced passerby looks deeper, beyond daddy-barred doors. his oil-slick tarpit brain latches onto the golden glow of koby's aura like something mean and starved, black hole gravity lurching for the nearest star. well, of course he can't know what he's thinking, because if he did he'd know he's thinking about drowning them both, spitefully.
savannah, slow down. reset. spitefully, )
can you feel it when i think about fucking you, then?
savannah, slow down. reset. spitefully, )
can you feel it when i think about fucking you, then?
[ Sent along with a picture of a diagram: ]
From my perusal of the library, per our previous discussion. Not sustainable long-term for a population this large unless everyone pitches in (and I believe best combined with boiling, afterward), but better than nothing.
From my perusal of the library, per our previous discussion. Not sustainable long-term for a population this large unless everyone pitches in (and I believe best combined with boiling, afterward), but better than nothing.
Both have their disadvantages. Either way, beginning a store of purified water in addition to your stockpiles couldn't hurt.
And of course. I'm a man of my word.
And of course. I'm a man of my word.
Best kisser's pretty flattering, I'd say. Or most kissable - same thing, really.
[politely not mentioning the other one.]
You win anything good out of it?
[politely not mentioning the other one.]
You win anything good out of it?
I'm not following - most kissable lips? Makes it sound like everyone wants 'em.
Huh. There's always some kinda catch. You kissed anyone with it on yet?
Yeah, he got some journal that's driving him nuts. Pretty disorganized and falling apart, but I don't think he should toss it. And - a pillowcase? I guess we can always use another one in our rotation. It's not like it won't get used.
Huh. There's always some kinda catch. You kissed anyone with it on yet?
Yeah, he got some journal that's driving him nuts. Pretty disorganized and falling apart, but I don't think he should toss it. And - a pillowcase? I guess we can always use another one in our rotation. It's not like it won't get used.
I dunno, to eat food?
[king of innuendo missing very obvious moment.]
Maybe they'll be obsessed with you for 24 hours. Chase you down for kisses.
You know, so do I. And the rest of the time - well, he's got us. But huh, you're right. Guess I didn't think of that. They're gonna make me take it as a challenge that crying is supposed to be a bad thing during all that.
[king of innuendo missing very obvious moment.]
Maybe they'll be obsessed with you for 24 hours. Chase you down for kisses.
You know, so do I. And the rest of the time - well, he's got us. But huh, you're right. Guess I didn't think of that. They're gonna make me take it as a challenge that crying is supposed to be a bad thing during all that.
Most kissable lips...you mean the vertical kind then, right?
Or you could try someone you don't like in case it does end up being - risky. 50/50.
...You do? The good kind of crying?
I dunno if I should tell you this, but I had to buy a radio for his place back in DC the first time we did the deed properly. He's enthusiastic. Maybe you already knew that.
Or you could try someone you don't like in case it does end up being - risky. 50/50.
...You do? The good kind of crying?
I dunno if I should tell you this, but I had to buy a radio for his place back in DC the first time we did the deed properly. He's enthusiastic. Maybe you already knew that.
Whoa, okay, okay, down boy. Sorry.
That's an even better title to take home, I'd say. You should be proud. Or prove it again with Quentin.
You're preaching to the choir. I think Tim's the only one around here who wouldn't kiss someone they hated.
Well, they were wrong. You've come a long way since then, besides. How's the - you know, the feeling stuff going? Seems like you adjusted pretty quick, all things considered.
[haki. he means the haki.]
He seems to think I'm not so quiet either. But I don't buy it.
That's an even better title to take home, I'd say. You should be proud. Or prove it again with Quentin.
You're preaching to the choir. I think Tim's the only one around here who wouldn't kiss someone they hated.
Well, they were wrong. You've come a long way since then, besides. How's the - you know, the feeling stuff going? Seems like you adjusted pretty quick, all things considered.
[haki. he means the haki.]
He seems to think I'm not so quiet either. But I don't buy it.
Haven't had many complaints either.
Stamina? More or less?
Oh.
[fuck. so much for trying to play off being fine.]
You know how it's been. The zombies - the back and forth, the new priest everyone was making eyes at...I'm alright.
Tim's worried about me. Maybe he's already told you, I don't know. I saw something before he started Lent, and now he wants to try and fix it. But it might not be safe, so I told him to forget about it.
Can't imagine what a kaleidoscope it is around here. But I'm glad you're getting used to it. And that you've got Shanks.
Yeah, yeah. You'd take his side if he said my balls were blue.
Stamina? More or less?
Oh.
[fuck. so much for trying to play off being fine.]
You know how it's been. The zombies - the back and forth, the new priest everyone was making eyes at...I'm alright.
Tim's worried about me. Maybe he's already told you, I don't know. I saw something before he started Lent, and now he wants to try and fix it. But it might not be safe, so I told him to forget about it.
Can't imagine what a kaleidoscope it is around here. But I'm glad you're getting used to it. And that you've got Shanks.
Yeah, yeah. You'd take his side if he said my balls were blue.
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I wouldn't mind learning that part of it. I think Tim might kill me, though.
Look, I appreciate it - seriously. From you and Tim. But I'm not willing to risk anyone sticking their neck out for me over something that's...it's not that bad. I promise. And before you ask, if it gets worse...I'll think about it.
You're not keeping track of everyone's problems when they come back, are you? Though I guess not everyone is blabbing about it publicly.
What happened during the zombies - by the way? I heard a lot of folks lost their mojo. Until that green shit came around, anyway.
They're not. Just in case you thought this was my way of admitting something. But you can see my balls anyway. If you want.
Look, I appreciate it - seriously. From you and Tim. But I'm not willing to risk anyone sticking their neck out for me over something that's...it's not that bad. I promise. And before you ask, if it gets worse...I'll think about it.
You're not keeping track of everyone's problems when they come back, are you? Though I guess not everyone is blabbing about it publicly.
What happened during the zombies - by the way? I heard a lot of folks lost their mojo. Until that green shit came around, anyway.
They're not. Just in case you thought this was my way of admitting something. But you can see my balls anyway. If you want.
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