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๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐? ( closed )
Who: Jack Townsend & Others
When: May
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Nocwich
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Language, mental illness, probably pit-related trauma things.
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐
๐ผ๐ก'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐, ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐
๐โ๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ฆ?
๐ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ผ
๐ป๐๐ฃ๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข
๐ด๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐โ๐๐๐ข๐โ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐กโ
When: May
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Nocwich
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Language, mental illness, probably pit-related trauma things.
๐ผ๐ก'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐, ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐
๐โ๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ฆ?
๐ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ผ
๐ป๐๐ฃ๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข
๐ด๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐โ๐๐๐ข๐โ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐กโ
๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
The cuts, the scrapes, the bruises. The lost weight. Most of it has been put right by the time he wanders the halls toward Yennefer's designated classroom. It's only once her door's in sight that he thinks to feel guilty for not checking in with her before, not at least giving her some kind of heads-up that he wasn't going to be showing up at... literally any point in the last few weeks, which would have been as easy as thinking.
He's been a little preoccupied. Not by the healing, but rather by the castle's newest redhead.
Anyway, his guilt compels him to get her a last-minute gift โ and when you can do the kind of magic he does, last minute really does mean last minute. It's actually super fucking handy.
When he walks in, he's holding a very fancy-looking wine bottle that he contritely sets on the surface nearest her. Despite how absolutely pretentious it looks, though, it isn't... actually filled with fancy wine, but she won't know that until she actually tries it โ if she ever does.
He offers up a tiny little wave. )
Heyyyyy. Sorry for... not... existing, so much, but enough about me, how are you?
( To be read, of course, with the most awkward possible cadence. )
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so - honestly - she hasn't really noticed the fact he's missed his classes. in fact, it hadn't been something she'd realized herself until her conversation with said certain redhead. she'd meant to reach back out to him, if only because her curiosity (because it's much easier to call it that, and vague interest feels a bit harsh all things considered. surely she wouldn't call it worry, not anywhere that it could be heard.) was quite motivating.
she is, indeed, in her classroom when he comes to find her - sat up at her desk with a book laid out before her. she's been looking for a particular piece of information that she swears she recalls from one of the tomes she's taken from the library, but she hasn't been able to find it and she doesn't really want to go to istredd to ask.
but here he is - and it's enough to draw her attention away, her chin still in her palm as her eyes lift from the pages to the door. at his apology, her brow slowly starts to lift, her eyes moving from him to the bottle in his hands then back to him. the question, the awkwardly phrased how are you has yennefer sighing, pushing to sit up straight in her chair and closing the book in front of her. ]
How is your body handling the cure? [ because he looks...well, all but entirely back to normal, but that doesn't mean much where corrupted divine magics are concerned.
and yes, she's quite aware she has completely ignored his question ]
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Now, he just shrugs noncommittally. )
Probably about as well as my body handles anything, I guess.
( Begrudgingly, consistently bordering on unhealthy but refusing to ever actually die. Which is... good? Good enough?
In other words: )
I'm here. So.
( If he does by some miracle look any healthier, it has nothing to do with the cure and everything to do with the redhead that actually helps him get a livable quantity of sleep some nights. )
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[ which is....almost strange, coming from her. could almost be considered a compliment - in his ability to survive, in the fact he's up and walking. he would not have been one she would think would have survived the pit itself, and perhaps, maybe, his ability to survive is something she can recognize, and be mildly impressed with.
and then yennefer pauses, her eyes on him narrowing briefly. it looks almost as if a thought has occurred to her in real time, something she hadn't considered until he stood before her now. ]
And what about your abilities? They were limited while you were down there, as I've heard, but they've returned too?
[ and oh yes, she will get to sabine here briefly - she has quite a few questions where that girl is concerned - but first, this. ]
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Wow. That's kind of nice. Cool.
At her question, he nods easily. )
Yeah, I could pretty much only make coffee and fuzzy worms while I was down there. Oh- and Water Willies. But once we got out of the cave, it came back pretty quick.
( He tips his head in the direction of her Last Minute Not-Wine Gift. )
I made that on the way here, and- actually, I think they might have gotten stronger? I accidentally made Rita, and she hasn't disappeared in... weeks, so I guess she's just permanent.
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for now, though, she does listen to his explanation of what he could manage while he was down there, her brow furrowing in that confused sort of way of hers where she doesn't care enough to ask, and doesn't really want to know. fuzzy worms and water willies? she doesn't need to know what they are to know that sounds just about right for something jack would be able to do.
and the not-wine bottle is impressive enough, at least in the simple fact it hasn't disappeared. or even faded. she considers it for another moment before turning her attention back to the idea, and therefore her line of questions to get there. ] And this 'Rita'- did you meant to make her permanent? Or...permanent until proven otherwise?
[ a beat, and then yennefer realizes she doesn't really want to keep waiting, either, so she follows up with another question. ]
And if I told you to summon something specific, let's say...right now. Would you be able to?
๐๐ฆ๐๐
He's only just beginning to resurface into routine, into work, into life again when he steps by Kyle's bed one morning and realizes for the dozenth time that he hasn't actually seen the guy use it.
Wait. Oh, shit.
Did he move out?
Not only that, but the guy's been scarce in general. This might be comparable karma to that month Jack spent avoiding him after the box cutter disassociation incident. In hindsight, he realizes, kind of a dick move. Sucks being on the other end of it.
He finally manages to catch up to the guy in the dining hall one day completely at random, by sheer chance. All thoughts of actually eating food himself are forgotten as he beelines it bigly-style to Kyle's table while he's mid-chew, dropping down abruptly into the seat across from him.
"Dude! Where have you been?!"
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"Borrel, working." Making deliveries. The same job he's had for months now, though the frequency has only just increased slightly in the last week.
It does not occur to him that Jack is referencing events from over a month ago concerning his sudden departure from their shared space. He's been sparse, but not entirely avoidant. During the gala in Hayle he'd stuck close (lurked) to Jack and Sabine.
But he hasn't sought Jack out on his own, not since Nocwich when they were in the hospital.
He's done very well for himself in not thinking of that.
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But he's been working on it, kind of. Once upon a time, he probably would have just shrugged, accepted that the friendship was drifting away and would inevitably ghost, and continued on in oppressive solitude pretending like he wasn't lonely.
Now, he gesticulates in a way that is both emphatic and incomprehensible.
"No- not- not, like, today. I mean in general. You like... left, or moved out, or something. And, before you say anything, yes, I am aware that it's embarrassing that it took me like a month to realize this, yes, I should be ashamed of who I am as a person, but we're both aware that I'm basically walking brain damage so let's ignore that part for a second."
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"Jack, it's fine. I appreciate the apology but, you went through something horrific. And then you had your... Sabine show up almost right after, while you were still recovering."
His brow furrows, and he shakes his head.
"You've had a lot going on."
If Jack had brought this up earlier, like two or three weeks ago, he might've caught the hint of something bitter hiding between Kahlil's response. Now though, he's had time to reconcile the change, to bury deep whatever it was he felt - or thought he felt when he found Jack on the mountain after all those weeks of searching.
It's probably for the best that he took this long to realize and approach him, he thinks.
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"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, thank you, that's cool and everything, but I-" How to phrase this? How can he eloquently articulate what he's trying to convey here?
After about three seconds of trying to formulate words, he ultimately just blurts out a rather unhelpful, "Why?"
Clarify, Jack.
"I mean, why'd you leave? Do you not like rooming with girls, or did I do something wrong? Because if I did, you'll have to tell me, there's an approximately zero percent chance I'll figure it out on my own."
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"I think that... after being parted for such a long time, two lovers would prefer to have a room to themselves, instead of having to bunk with a man who's a stranger to one of them."
He looks thoughtfully for a moment, then waves his hand, deciding this is probably still too vague for Jack.
"It's called being a third wheel. You both deserved some privacy, and I didn't want to accidentally walk in when you might be in bed together."
Is this still too vague? He raises an eyebrow.
"Having sex."
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And then comes having sex, and the understanding visibly dawns.
"Oh, oh shit. No, we wouldn't-" Skrrt, very quickly backpedaling, "I mean, we would. But we wouldn't... do that when you're... Maybe we could do the sock on the door- no, no, that's gross. I don't wanna do that. Satan would probably use it to fuck with me, and also it's just weird."
He exhales slowly, a brand new layer of guilt settling in alongside something else he can't quite name. Disappointment, maybe? Sadness?
"I get it, I guess. It's just... kind of a bummer."
He liked rooming with Kyle. He doesn't have a lot of friends, and he'd gotten used to sharing a place with Jerry back home. It was suprisingly just as easy to do here, with the teleporting ninja. He's gonna miss it.
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Bummer. He's always delighted in Nayeshi words, slang or otherwise, and this one he pockets with over-easy eggs and belly button.
He picks all these little pieces of the conversation, so not to focus on the whole - it is a bummer. But also not really. Jack deserves to be happy with the person he loves. And secretly, shamefully, he should be grateful that he didn't do anything in that time when Jack was first returned.
"Is it?" he teases, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. But his features soften again after a moment and he picks at his plate. "I'll miss Rita."
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Stop freaking out about it and just be normal.
"She'll come visit. Especially if you have food." He answers dimly, scratching at the back of his neck. "So... I guess I'll leave you to it, then. Sorry again for- all that."
It was good while it lasted. Remember that time he rained down gas station hooch all over them, or the time he almost slit Kyle's throat with a box cutter? Good times.
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As stubborn and hurt as he (tried not to) feel for weeks, he doesn't want that to happen.
"Did you even have dinner yet?" he asks after a quick pause, nodding at the banquet table.
"Sit. Come out of your love hole, for a second."
Yes, even now he's going to double down on teasing. Giving him a little shit. His smile is warm, though.
He was sent to Thorne for a reason. Part of that reason will always be Jack.
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"I don't have a love hole."
Stubborn idiots trying not to feel a little hurt โ apparently that's the theme of the day.
He hesitates, on the cusp of saying no thanks, I'm not hungry, but the concept of it only makes the splinter dig in deeper. He waffles, and then relents.
"Alright, I'll- get something. I'll be right back."
Maybe sitting at the same table while he picks at pudding he doesn't actually want is somehow the solution to whatever's happening here.
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Kyle is also distracted from actually eating his meal now, continuing to move around some kind of mashed root vegetable around with his fork, gently raking lines across it. He traces a criss-cross pattern.
"Do you both remember the same things from home?"
It's a problem here, sometimes. Not that he's experienced it himself (not here, anyway).