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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 12:11 am
Chel meanwhile spent her ride kicking her legs and generally enjoying weightlessness. That was about as much as she could comprehend at the moment.
"Nahhh," she announced dutifully, tugging her hair out from underneath her head (success) and then afterwards trying to take her pants off (half a success, abandoned after undoing the buttons. Too tired, too much effort, too medicated).
Somewhere she vaguely registered he needed to turn off the lights and change him clothes. "You gonna strip for me Romeo?" Equal parts the person Chel used to be and the edge removed from her tone by dull blurs. "Man we shu'get a ********' stripper pole."
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 9:13 am
Jack rolled his eyes and briefly left her to get the water bottle. "Let's not." With a flick of the switch, the lights went out and the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling took over.
He wanted then as he plopped back down next to her to tell her about Finn's texts or about his inclination to go to the basement for an unknown reasons, but the way Chel was going on now, he wondered if she would take any of it as seriously as she needed to. As if they needed to take on any more seriousness.
"Owain says you're behind on their chats," he said instead, not from any prompting from the giant but because he knew the two enjoyed their conversations and that they were sorely due one. That and, well, he wouldn't mind the excuse to get some mental privacy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 10:55 am
Chel turned to cling to him on her side like she always did, but quickly learned that lying on her wound like that wasn't going to work. So instead she made a small, indignant noise and settled for her back.
"Tell Owain to suck a d**k," she announced, breaking into a soft laugh afterwards. "Naw I'm kiddin'. He can talk t'me whenever. I looove Owain." She made a face at her ceiling, something like blissful ignorance.
All of the normal signs of Jack witholding information were there (tight jaw, pensive eyes) and she looked at him suspiciously. "Whaaaat?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 11:02 am
"Just tell me when to go get a golem."
He scooted closer to compensate but kept his gaze up at the stars. "I can tell you later when you're not drugged," he said. "We've been through enough today anyway."
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 9:39 pm
She could at least take his hand. Not alone.
"Alright Mr. Mystery," she said with lidded eyes. Jack's eyes were on the ceiling, but hers were on him. Sometimes she could see the infinite complexities in the lines on his face, too old for his skin; sometimes it was just skin.
She hesitated for a moment and then said, "F'you have nightmares or stuff tell me, alright?" Because who better to combat them, who better to take a knife to his fears? She would, she would, if only she could. "And in return for my amazing girlfriendin'" (was that a word? It was now) "you gotta stay in bed 'til I wake up." She smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "Your punishment."
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 9:13 am
"I know," he replied without a hint of defiance. As if being told to stay could ever be a real punishment, whatever his morning routine was. As if nothing but brutal honesty was all he had to give anyway when he spoke at all.
< Is that all, hmm? >
"I'll tell you anything and everything, I promise, if you do the same." Secrets were exhausting, Jack was starting to learn.
After a moment, he said, "He's mad at me too. Really mad. Not even doing his usual diatribes at me."
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 10:09 am
"Good," she told him with a yawn, wiggling his hand a little as a means of affection. "Means he cares a lot."
She leaned over enough to kiss his shoulder. She realized she hadn't put her lips on him in a while; the sensation had grown exciting again. "You been through a lot today too. Worry about it later, iron man."
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 10:46 am
He rolled to his side since Chel couldn't and slipped his arm around her loosely, fitting his head in the space above her shoulder. "I think I like Batman and Beanstalk better," he commented, followed by a short kiss of his own. Her initiative made him wish they weren't so exhausted that they couldn't relieve some tension the usual way. This particular softness reminded him of his vulnerability, and he was loathe to continue acknowledging it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 11:23 am
She felt a little awkward laying on her back stiffly while Jack curled around her. It would have been more comfortable if she could have done the same. There was something to be said about Jack's growth; he'd gone from dejected acceptance to curling around her himself.
Just like that things were back to normal. Normal conversations, the normal way of sleeping. Damaged, broken, distrustful. Normal.
She made a noncommittal noise and closed her eyes, breathing in his existence slowly, one piece at a time. They would move on. They would prosper.
They had to, or all would cease. There was no single existence anymore, and Chel was slowly realizing she couldn't be a single unit now. It should have brought about romance and euphoria (two halves of a whole), but Chel couldn't help but feel like something had ended. Something complicated had taken its place.
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