so many wars we fought, so many things we're not

[tobeclosetohim]

Who: Jo Harvelle & You
Where: Cadens, Libertas, Nocwich, Hunting, Horizon
When: November
What: Event-Follow-ups & Nov Things
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, war, death, destruction; will add as needed






But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We're marchin' on
We're marchin' on
We're marchin' on

~*~

Comments

[familysucks]

Everything.

Michael makes a sound that's not quite a laugh, but there's humor in it. Avoidant is a fitting trait for close comrades of his supposed true vessel, the man who'd fought and kicked and refused him from the moment he'd heard of him. It's a criticism of Dean, but not one of Jo. Michael is doing the same thing at the moment, after all: ignoring his brother's presence in Abraxas, ignoring the truth of his own death, and ignoring a thousand other events from back home that should have him doing something more meaningful than playing personal shopper.

It's fine. There are no critics in his own mind. There is no one but himself now, and he's avoiding that thought as best he can, too.

"A familiar sentiment," he says.

He sets down the bottle in his hand and picks up another, this one cloudy and purple. A cure for headaches, reads the label. For all that he does not normally care for help, and for all that he's trying to keep busy, there's only so long he can stare at labels before the thought that he used to have subordinates to do this kind of thing sets in.

"My patron has requested something to help her sleep at night."

Nevermind that he could probably fix that with a press of his fingers to her forehead. The Solvunn locals are a superstitious lot, and that fact holds all the stronger the older they are.