abraxaslogs | Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ? (closed)

[ Pretty - that gets a light snort out of him, a quirk of his lips. Maybe they are, or would be, if there wasn't the ominous reminder of what awaits them in the future, or the flash of a dog's jaws clamping onto his shoulder, a witch's curse seeking purchase in his blood...

Kahlil turns around, half-startled himself by Jack's sudden reaction, a giant raccoon just massacred his bed, so he can be forgiven for being slightly jumpier than usual. Both eyebrows raise in surprise. ]

Yes. That.

[ His eyes had gone fully black by the end, the gold more pronounced. He shakes his head, starts walking toward his bed - and almost gets splinters in his bare feet before changing course towards Jack's bed instead, where he sits down heavily. ]

I don't want to be... that.

[ A god. A demon. ]

( Jack follows after him a little more carefully this time, telegraphing his movements as he rounds the mattress to lower himself down beside Kyle, nearer to the headboard. Angled slightly, so that his right knee's folded on the blankets while his left foot plants on the floor for balance.

Kyle's confession is met with a slow nod, and a gentle, understanding furrow in his brow. )

I get it. I don't either.

( The concept of becoming some out of control nightmare thing half the time, that can only be handled by his friends? By Kyle? His memories of it are a little blurry, but he remembers too many close calls. He doesn't want that for either of them. )

But maybe there's- I don't know, maybe there's some benefit to knowing ahead of time, right? We've seen it, and we know what we don't want to be, so maybe we can make better decisions this time. Or- find ways to avoid it, to give away power.

[ They've been friends for so long now - maybe now the longest friendship in his life, and they've talked about this fear of his before, so even with the tension the subject causes him, he's able to relax quickly enough when Jack settles nearby. Kyle lets himself lie back to stare at the ceiling, rubbing the heel of his palm into one eye and wishing for something in his hands to shred instead. ]

Give away to who? [ His brow furrows. The Abraxans want their power, their connection to the Singularity. But that has always put them in danger too, and as far as they know, there's no safe way to transfer that power. ]

( He settles back against the headboard in a lazy slump, following Kyle's eye line up to the ceiling absently. At some point over the last couple of years, either in a sleepwalking fit or by spontaneous generation as he's sometimes wont to do, a handful of glow in the dark stars have taken up constellations over his bed. Nothing even remotely astronomically or astrologically accurate, but they're pretty, and they're something to look at. )

I don't know yet. ( He admits, scratching his fingernails through his hair — too long, he needs a haircut. ) Somebody or something that won't abuse it, or go crazy with it. Definitely not the government. I don't even think it should be other Summoned necessarily, either, even the ones we can trust.

[ The little plastic stars are nice to look up at, he thinks Jack should maybe put more of them across the ceiling. ]

I don't know if it works like that. [ The Rifter cannot just give his power away. They are their power. Is it the same with them? So many of the Summoned believe their arrival is random chance. Kyle isn't sure what to believe anymore. ]

I wish... I don't know. [ He's not sure where he's going with any of this. He takes a moment, then continues quietly: ] You know - I was starting to think I wanted to stay here too.

[ This place where he feels like he knows himself, and has people who know him. He felt like maybe, if he had a choice, he might make the selfish one. But now? ]

( To that, Jack can only shrug. He's heard of things, seen things — given power away himself, but he's also had conversations with Yennefer and Istredd. They have ways, where they're from, to take power from other mages. He didn't ask for the specifics, he heard it involved eels or something? But until it becomes an actually viable course of action, there's probably no point getting hung up on the logistics.

The latter part feels like the more important piece of this conversation right now.

This feels like a Moment. Not that he's historically been the best at identifying those, but he's gotten better the last few years, both in Abraxas and back home. This seems like a time when he's supposed to be supportive and comforting, and actually employ all this progress he's made at being less weird about being familiar with people he cares about.

So, after a second spent hesitating, he reaches out and gently curls a hand around Kyle's wrist. This is what people do, right? It seems like what people do. Just a careful, gentle grip. It's supposed to be I understand and I'm here for you and stuff. God, Rosa is so much better at this part than he is. How does she do it? )

We still have a lot of time to figure something out, okay? We have- years, still. There's a lot of magic, and a lot of really, really intelligent Summoned here. I think there are ways you can still stay, without things spiraling out of control. They don't have to be like they were. We can be better than that.

[ He catches the movement before it lands, more than enough time to move his arm if he wanted to avoid the touch. It still catches him by surprise every so often, the casual, physical affection that comes more naturally for him in both directions now. Has so much of it now that he might just be starting to take it for granted. The people that he's closest to could loose their connection and vanish at any moment. But it's been rare for someone he's become close to in these two years to disappear, when so many others keep losing people. It's Parfir's blessing, he believes, and he doesn't want to waste any of this time.

He closes his eyes. He can't yet find comfort in Jack's words, but he can let the contact remind him that he doesn't need to dwell on these thoughts alone anymore. ]

I know. [ Softly. There are many futures, many paths. He knows better than most. But that experience feeds his fears too, and he turns to look at Jack again. ]

I like who I am. I don't want to forget that.

I like who you are, too.

( He says earnestly. Although, he supposes at the time he'd liked who Kyle had been later, even, in that other world. He hadn't liked himself very much, but he still liked his friend. But yeah, this version is the one Jack got to know, this version is the one he's grown to care about, and if this is the man Kyle wants to keep being, Jack wants that for him, too. )

For what it's worth... ( He starts slowly, reaching over to snag a book by the spine with his free hand and settling it on the quilt beside them. His thumbs drag across the edges of the cover, and then he taps it lightly. ) If you ever do forget, I've got— most of it in here. To remind you.

( He's been writing Kyle for years, now. Small interactions, big rescues. The way he talks, the way he acts, the way they met. His personality quirks, and the pieces of his backstory that he's shared with Jack. All of it is scrawled within the pages of several books and journals, all of it he's willing to hand over if Kyle ever needs to read a reminder of who he's been. )

[ He turns his head to look at Jack, a faint smile pulling at one corner of his lips. Kahlil has never been a permanent fixture in anyone's life. Maybe that's not even true here, where they can wake up to find anyone gone the next day, but Jack was his first friend, the first person to accept him. There was a time nearly two years ago when he'd convinced himself that it could mean something more - then Sabine arrived, and he eventually came to terms with the fact that anything he thought he might have felt would always pale in comparison to what she and Jack had, and would have again if she returned.

While she is gone Kahlil will continue to do this best to protect Jack in her stead, and be his friend.

He watches Jack with curiosity as he pulls the pull over to them, eyebrows slowly raising as he explains what's inside. A warm flush lightly colors his face. ]

This really has me? [ he asks, something both wry and surprised as he touches to cover. ] Not the cool version like - [ he pauses for a second, trying to pull from his ever growing list of Nayeshi references for a cool guy, like Jack has written him before in other stories ] - Antonio Banderas?

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( There's a slight, pregnant pause at Antonio Banderas. It's just... such a niche, unexpected reference, particularly coming from Kyle, who rarely ever makes them in the first place. He hasn't thought about Antonio Banderas in like a solid decade, and his lips part to protest — but then it occurs to him that Antonio Banderas played both Zorro and the dad in Spy Kids, so... You know what? Pretty accurate. )

Well- I mean, arguably, I happen to think the real version is also very Antonio Banderas, but... I get what you're saying.

( His recounting of the post-pit rescue tended to focus on the cooler action-heavy details, and less on Kyle's individual traits and qualities as a real human being. His journal is different, and so he nods. )

This really has you. Just normal, every-day, regular Kyle. The stuff you let me see, anyway.

[ He gives a wide grin, sitting upright now. ]

I think you see more than most people.

[ Jack has seen him in his cool moments, and his seriously uncool ones too. But he also means the way Jack pays attention to things maybe others might miss - even if it takes some time for him to process, and always seems to understand. Kahlil doesn't take the book right now, but - ]

Thank you, Jack.

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