curriculum_fictae | [PSL] time travel, time travel

[ 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? ]

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curriculum_fictae

Y-yes. That's - who the Distortion is in my time. Michael is gone, probably.

[ He takes in a deep breath. ]

We were ... friends. Sort of. Mostly I didn't have anyone else. A-and when I was trapped in the Lonely, it was her door that showed up in it. She must have brought me here.

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eyediot

...I see.

[That... There had to be some other reason it brought Algric here. Some ultimate ulterior reason, it can't have just been out the goodness of what was left of a heart.

Once it's clear he's settled, Jon starts carefully pushing himself back up. Better to not dawdle on the floor.]

You trusted it enough to take a door, and just now to ask it questions. So I'll trust your judgement. I just... [His voice goes a little soft, watching Algric worried.] I didn't want to risk it potentially doing more damage to you...

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curriculum_fictae

[ Oh yes, Algric is sure of that as well. He looks down at his hands quietly. ]

I ... trust is a strong word. I was desperate, mostly.

[ He rubs at his face. ]

Probably - probably better to let you do it. If. If you still want to.

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eyediot

[He stops next to Algric, resting both hands on the chair in front of him to steady himself. But his eyes focus on Algric. (And strange that, when was Algric not just a blur without his own glasses? He sees him just fine.)]

I wouldn't have asked you to let me if I didn't want to try.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Sharp and clear, or at least as sharp and clear as Martin gets. He blinks up at Jon in return, actually able to focus with him that close. He doesn't have magical vision, after all. ]

Now?

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eyediot

[Jon locks eyes with him, squeezing his grip on the chair. He's so, so unsure. But if he doesn't do it now, he'll talk himself out of it later.]

If you're all right with it.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Algric can see that too; he's guilty of the same. So, instead, he steels himself, taking in a deep breath. ]

Let's - let's try it. Then. Please.

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eyediot

[Jon nods. And... He has no idea how to actually do this. Or how to start.

He steps closer to him, hesitating for just a moment before resting both hands on Algric's shoulders. Algric's still taller, Jon still has to look up at him, but it's fine. He swallows and... What even should he say? Compulsions are whatever he says? He has to word it carefully.]

I-i... Algric. [He clears his throat. Still keeps his focus on him, but. Just thinking about it.... He doesn't know the full context of the compulsion itself, he can only work off what little he knows.]

I wish you could forget what Elias makes you see. And that you should see yourself the way I see you.

[The words reach in, dig deep into where Elias' perfect, purely artistic way of fitting his words into Algric's brain, his whole way of thinking. And gently tug at its restraints. It's hard, doing it while not damaging Algric. Jon is visibly pained, but forcing his way through while trying to be delicate about it. Seconds stretch across deep canyons as he works until finally... It's free. And a new groundwork is laid. It's softer, and less finessed as Elias' handiwork, but it's solid. The knowledge and compulsion that Algric can not only see himself, but the way Jon sees him: as Algric himself, with a bit more softness. A little more brightness, a slightly more romantic look to Algric.

Jon is breathless when he feels like it's done. The feeling of the words are out of him and feel settled. He rests his temple against Algric's cheek taking deep, slow breaths.]

I think... I don't know for sure if it worked, but. I think I'm done.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Oh. Oh.

At some point during Jon peering into his head, Algric begins to cry. They're silent tears, not unhappy ones, just - a release of pressure? Some pain, sure, as Elias's compulsion is going to fight on the way out no matter what. But Jon's replacement compulsion is so soft, so gentle. It smooths away the burns that Elias's violation left, leaving something gentle and warm.

He lifts his hands to his face, covering his mouth. Eyes shining. He can see his reflection in Jon's eyes, snd it seems ... it seems ...

Well, he barely dares to look. As Jon leans down, he squeezes his eyes shut, tears still streaming down his face. ]

It - it feels different. It feels good.

[ With aching slowness, he cracks his eyes open again. Tilts his head towards Martin and ... stares at him. Automatically, he cringes - but there's no pain. No burning, just ... love? Affection, softness. His eyes go wide as he realises he's staring at Martin with nothing bad happening. ]

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eyediot

[As soon as it's over, Jon waits. He lets Algric take his time. But it looks and sounds like there's relief. And then no... horrible reaction to Algric looking at Martin.

That's good, right?

That's good.

There's relief on Jon's end as well, smiling up at him.]

Good. Good, it... It worked, then.

[One minute, he's staring up at Algric's relieved, unpained face. The next, his world's tilting and it goes dark.]

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secreteary

[watching all of this closely, there's a pang in Martin's chest that he can't identify; a clutching at his heart that he can't name. it doesn't quite feel like happiness for Algric, but it doesn't quite feel like jealousy for Jon's attention, either. he's glad, though, on a more surface level. truly. for both personal and shallow reasons.

relief spreads through the room like a welcome breeze, all tension from Helen's arrival and Jon's compulsion attempt completely dispersed. he sees the tears on Algric's face and Martin manages a small but genuine smile for him.

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secreteary

[but then Jon starts falling like a ton of bricks.

cool.

it feels like it's happening in slow motion, just enough that Martin can act on the impulse to run and dive, reaching his arms out as far as they'll stretch and hoping desperately that he'll keep Jon from hitting the floor--]

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curriculum_fictae

Jon!

[ Algric realises what's happening a moment after Martin does, and he dives at nearly the same angle, just coming from the opposite direction. Between the two of them they keep him from hitting the floor too hard --

And bonks his head into Martin's on the way down. ]

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secreteary

[a strangled sort of noise comes out of Martin when he collides with Algric that's hard enough to daze him for a moment.

the two of them succeeded in catching Jon, his head only centimeters from the floor and lolling backwards, since Martin is supporting Jon's upper back.

Martin shakes the fog of the impact and sputters:]

Algric, a-are you alright? [???????!!!?!?!]

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curriculum_fictae

[ Algric will get his head, then, after he stifles a curse at hitting his own head. ]

F-fine, I'm - I'm fine, I -

[ Since Jon is safe, he manages to look at Martin again. And once again, he's surprised by swell of warmth that rises up like a blush in his face. ]

He fixed me.

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secreteary

[as this is the first time they've properly looked at each other, the surreal nature of Algric being in their lives really penetrates Martin's mind in a way it hadn't before.

it's bizarre beyond words. but...by now, Martin has accepted Algric's presence, for better or worse, so he's able to wrap his head around it far more easily than if he'd been able to look at Algric since the beginning.]

Then- That's brilliant.

[Martin smiles.]

I'm. That's wonderful for you. [a small chuckle.] It's nice to properly meet you? Bit awkward way to do it, though.

[he sighs, then starts carefully lifting Jon.]

But we can worry about that later. Let's get him on the air mattress.

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kayakking

[Tim, for his part, remains as quiet as he had. If anything, the lined tension he'd held through them figuring out what to do had settled into a softer wonder. For a little while, just a little while, he can put aside the questions of what it means to Jon to be able to do that. To Algric for having it done to him, even with consent.

No, it's very clear, watching Algric and Martin that whatever happened was unilaterally good... and...

He's relieved? The most he'd been since Jon started easing up at work. He's absolutely, completely relieved. Quietly as to not disturb the moment, he pushes himself up, gets the liner out of the bin and tied up. And delicately settles into one of the chairs. He leans on his good elbow, just... watching these two finally meet with a softer expression than he'd managed since-

Before Prentiss, really.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ He ... really is meeting himself, isn't he? He hadn't thought about it like that, and yet. He stares at Martin with a wonder he hadn't had before, a sense of physicality that comes from actually seeing someone vs. just hearing their voice. It helps that they're close enough that his lack of glasses don't get in the way, and ...

The thought that this could be nice is - new? Surprising. Algric has never liked himself on any level, and low key hating his past self had just been ... part of that.

The thought that he doesn't have to hate himself is alien. And relieving. ]

It's - it's nice to meet you too. Properly.

[ He manages a smile that mirrors Martin's own. Real, if hesitant.

A glance over at Tim to make sure he's still all right through this - and he is, goodness, maybe even happy for them? Yes, that looks like happiness on their behalf - before he moves ahead of Martin, consolidating the pillows and drawing back the blankets so Martin can set Jon down in the middle of them. ]

Right, ah. I hope he's all right. It - it can't have been easy. I could feel how much damage Elias had done.

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kayakking

[When their eyes meet, Tim flashes him a small smile. He lets them finish settling Jon into bed. (Good god, he hasn't even begun to untangle what he feels about Jon in this? Worry? It is definitely worry.)

Speaking of... He focuses on Algric.]

And.. how are you feeling? I mean- Not to detract from the good part. But nothing else, you know- weird?

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curriculum_fictae

I feel ...

[ How does he feel? Better, for sure, but there's some mental soreness there. He sort of winces as he tries to feel around his own head. ]

I - I feel a bit as though I've just had a nasty blister lanced. It hurts, but it. It's so much better.

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secreteary

Well...you're certainly welcome to stay as long as you need to, if it was...too draining, or anything.

[and commence the cleaning up of the forgotten breakfast. (sorry Jon.) Martin looks over at the passed out figure on the air mattress.]

You probably want to stay with Jon, anyway.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Poor Jon. Algric looks a bit lovesick for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall. ]

I - I yes. I do. But - if he wants to stay here, I'd like that. Last night was ... good.

[ He seems distinctly less blurry and cold. ]

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kayakking

[Tim gives that some thought. It's not just Algric that looks better... Martin as well. Tim's arms, back and calves still sting a little from the scene he originally walked in on. The two of them were now nothing like the monstrous blur and chill Martin and Algric manifested before.

It's just a matter of if Jon can actually sleep with anyone else in the room, if last night is any judge. But then... given his work and sleep hygiene in general, where and with whom may not be a question.]

That... might not be a bad idea. At least for a little while. Two pairs of eyes on him, for one.

[Which really, is an easier pitch to any Martin than something to THEIR benefit.]

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secreteary

Or three.

[it's not fair that it's taken this long for Martin to consider Tim's ailments beyond the need immediately after Helen's departure.]

Not to be rude, but you look terrible. If you needed some eyes on you, too, then you're staying as well.