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puǝsuʍoΚ‡ ΚžΙ”ΙΙΎ ([personal profile] stations) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2023-05-14 11:11 pm

π‘Šβ„Žπ‘œ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 π‘Ž π‘“π‘’π‘π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘› 𝑂π‘₯π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘šπ‘Ž? ( closed )

Who: Jack Townsend & Others
When: May
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Nocwich
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Language, mental illness, probably pit-related trauma things.

π‘†π‘œ 𝑖𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’'𝑠 π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘
𝐼𝑑'𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘’, π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘’
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦ π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘˜ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦?
πΈπ‘ π‘π‘’π‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  π‘ π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼
π»π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘›'𝑑 π‘”π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘  π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’
𝐴𝑙𝑙 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›
π‘‡β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›, 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘β„Ž
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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-05-18 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He squints through all the gesticulating, then comes to some understanding as his expression softens slightly and he sets down his fork.

"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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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-05-27 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
The forgiveness was, at least partially, a hopeful attempt to sidestep any more conversation on this topic. But Jack being Jack continues to be endearingly oblivious to what should be obvious to most people. Kahlil gives him a half amused, half sympathetic look.

"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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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-05-28 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
And 'sock on the door' isn't a practice he's familiar with, though he can understand the meaning. He lets out a snort. Yes, he agrees that Lucifer would absolutely mess with a marker like that, and also that it's pretty awkward in general.

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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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-06-02 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It's both of them, their issues tossed back and forth like a boiling stone, and now that it comes back to Kyle he can't toss it back, feeling like if he does there's a door about the close behind Jack.

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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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-06-08 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Much doubt, friend.

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).