[PSL] time travel, time travel
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[ Martin had always known that Lukas would kill him in the end. If not along the way, then surely at the end, once he'd gotten what he wanted out of Martin, whatever that turned out to be. When the Lonely rose up to swallow him, he'd accepted his impending death with ... what?
What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.
And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.
But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.
The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?
And where was Jon? ]
What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.
And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.
But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.
The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?
And where was Jon? ]
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Date: 2020-08-07 06:16 am (UTC)[The only thing keeping the tone from going angry is the fact he's so exhausted and just woke up. He takes a breath. Calms himself. Martin's here worrying over him, this isn't the time to get riled up.]
Please... don't do that.
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Date: 2020-08-07 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-07 06:20 am (UTC)[Yeah he's not letting you slide from this. He's not at work right now, he's ostensibly got answers to a lot of his mysteries. He's got nothing to distract him.]
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Date: 2020-08-07 06:24 am (UTC)maybe this is a downside to Jon paying more than his usual modicum of attention.]
Nothing. R-really. It just hasn't gone away, sssssso I guess it's just. Creeping up?
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Date: 2020-08-07 06:27 am (UTC)We should... Find out if there's a way to stop it.
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Date: 2020-08-07 06:30 am (UTC)[UGH]
..."Algric".
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Date: 2020-08-07 12:25 pm (UTC)[Yeah he's still groggy and dealing with the cycle rounds of morphine:] Is it really that bad a name? Thought it was cute.
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Date: 2020-08-07 12:42 pm (UTC)It's humiliating. I can't believe he'd bring that up. I was stupid and thirteen and it was just a...blatant self-insert. Over-powered and all, and--
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Date: 2020-08-07 12:43 pm (UTC)......Wait, "cute"?
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Date: 2020-08-07 12:55 pm (UTC)Hm? Yes, it's a cute name. Diggly. Hm. Anyway, I didn't look into anything about it. Just that he said to call him that to help the confusion of there being two of you.
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Date: 2020-08-07 02:04 pm (UTC)Thank heaven for little miracles, I suppose.
[shooting Jon a furtive look:]
You don't think it's...weird?
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Date: 2020-08-07 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-07 03:16 pm (UTC)his hands warm in response to this unhesitating acceptance of what Martin considers, for lack of a better term, a very cringe-y part of his adolescence.
and for it to come from Jon... well. feels pretty good, dunnit.
his fingertips tingle as color and feeling returns to them, but he almost doesn't know because of his nervous, pleased aura that he's putting out.]
Th...thank you. Was afraid, you know?
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Date: 2020-08-07 07:42 pm (UTC)[Don't mind him, Mr. Bullied For Reading A Lot As A Child and being a nuisance his whole life.]
Either way, there won't be confusion now between you both.
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Date: 2020-08-07 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-07 08:33 pm (UTC)[Jon watches him, still... Really carefully watching his hands and fingers. God, the Lonely got him too. He must have missed when that happened. When did that happen?]
Either way. It's... Good to see you, Martin. I'm glad you weren't there when all this happened.
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Date: 2020-08-08 12:44 am (UTC)[he laughs then, but it's an odd, crackling little thing.]
I-I mean. I wish I had been there to help, but I don't know how much good I would've done. Probably just slowed you down.
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Date: 2020-08-08 01:20 am (UTC)[The plan sort of exploded there anyway. Who knows.]
The whole plan went wrong.
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Date: 2020-08-08 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-08 01:44 am (UTC)[Sigh. He's already had a... Some kind of conversation with Algric. And he knows the feelings are true for the Martin in front of him. He... needs to be considerate. And not rush into this or be weird about it.]
The company is nice.
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Date: 2020-08-08 04:02 am (UTC)his arm aches because of this mental poison. so Martin just lowers his head, absorbing it and letting an awkward silence fall for just a moment too long.
he swallows painfully, and tries smiling for Jon.]
I'm. Ah, I'm sorry that I didn't bring anything. No food or anything... Tim called and I sort of...panicked? At the news?
[he grins nervously, loosely clenching his hands.]
Because h-he made it sound - not that it wasn't, I'm sure it was absolutely awful - he made it sound practically apocalyptic. Like I'd find you both in pieces. So... [his voice drops, embarrassed.] Yeah. Panicked.
[quick, change tack!]
But I can bring you anything you need! That you can't get here, obviously. I could bring you books from your flat, o-or I could cook something for you? I found some video essays on YouTube recently that you might like--
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Date: 2020-08-08 04:17 am (UTC)Whether it's the fact he's actually slept some, he's let himself not think about Elias, or he finally just had that mental breakthrough with Algric... there's something a little easier in Jon's eyes.
Or maybe it's that he doesn't have his glasses on so he's just looking at a blob right now. Who knows.
Still there's a tired, sleepy smile on his face.]
Martin-- Martin. It's all right, you don't have to do all that.
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Date: 2020-08-08 04:22 am (UTC)he...deflates a little, his smile faltering.]
I know. But I.. I-I want to.
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Date: 2020-08-08 04:26 am (UTC)[God, does he know.]
I... Do mean it, that I'm just. Happy you're here.
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Date: 2020-08-08 04:28 am (UTC)he just rubs his tingling left arm absently, still smiling. but it's every so slightly strained]
Of...of course I'm here. We're friends, right? So... Nowhere I'd rather be.
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