[PSL] time travel, time travel
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curriculum_fictae[ 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: 2020-08-09 11:32 pm (UTC)But. Jon reaches out to the blurry blob of Algric, one open hand for his to take his fingertips.]
I will.
But. You have to come home when it's done.
[The words just... Happen. The smallest trace of a thread, and for just a second, for a breath, Algric's outline is clear to him like this. Then... he blinks. And like that it's all bad vision blurred again.
Probably just the medications.]
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:38 pm (UTC)The compulsion slides in beautifully, curling around him like a band of light around his head. Jon can see Algric in full: pale save for his hand, which nearly seems to glow pink around where Jon has made contact. Limp roan curls. And ... an utterly fond expression, set off by a pink blush. God, he loves you so much.
He nods, slowly, as the vision fades. ]
To your flat? Is - is that home?
[ What a nice thought that is. ]
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:40 pm (UTC)He has no idea what he's done. He'll surely feel horrid for it if he ever realizes.]
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:42 pm (UTC)[ He seems dimly giddy at the thought. ]
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:44 pm (UTC)[He's not denying the thought.]
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:46 pm (UTC)W-well - well fine. I'll come home. To your flat. I promise.
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:48 pm (UTC)He sighs, and rests his head back, still watching Algric's direction.]
Good. ...Thank you.
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Date: 2020-08-09 11:48 pm (UTC)Of course, Jon.
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Date: 2020-08-10 12:04 am (UTC)That's... a nice feeling. He hasn't... felt that in a long time, someone squeezing his hand like that. His whole everything goes soft with it, looking for all the world like he's starting to drift again.]
Stay?
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Date: 2020-08-10 12:05 am (UTC)As long as you like.