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 Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 5:26 pm
Thorne set out from Coalsmoke early in the morning, his heart jack-rabbiting in his chest, his breath shallow in his throat. He was on the edge of something, burning bright with wild, dangerous energy.
There was a conversation he needed to have.
A place he needed to go.
He did not think about what he was leaving behind. Where he was going.
A simple text was sent to Alg.
Come find me on the other side.
If he understands, Thorne would be pleased. If not - well.
He was starting to learn to live with his own mind.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:45 am
Alg couldn't exactly beam up, when beckoned but he he did eventually end up in the permanent rain of other ashdown. Before he'd passed over he'd texted Thorne that he was on his way, but there was no way in his wanderings, to know exactly where the younger man would be. So he walked a circuit between his own home and the bookshop. If Thorne was looking to find him, it was best he looked in familiar surroundings.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 3:51 pm
Thorne was sitting on a bench half way between the bookstore and the residence of Alg and Jeremiah in Other Ashdown. He was not particularly wet, twirling an umbrella above his head and dressed in all black.
His breath fogged the air in front of him.
"Hello," he said, as Alg walked in front of him, and said, "Do you mind having a seat? I'd like to ask you something."
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 6:48 pm
Alg spotted Thorne, moving to wave but the young man wasn't looking at him immediately. The professor didn't carry an umbrella, instead there was a near see-through barrier over his head and the rain hit it, running out and away from him. It looked very much like an umbrella and sounded like one with the rain drumming lightly against it, but it clearly was some force of his mind keeping the rain at bay. "You should have a barrier," He smiled a bit, pointing over his head, "You won't need to carry one of those.." Thorne was looking a bit serious so Alg's slight smile seemed to sink away and he complied, unbuttoning his tweed jacket and tugging very properly at his trousers as he sat himself besides the other. "Ask away."
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:05 pm
"Oh, hm," Thorne said, considering it. He smiled at Alg. "I suppose that's true, but someone I know on this side wanted to be old-fashioned, so I brought her one. But then her decision was that she preferred the feel of rain anyways. So here I am."
He crossed one leg over the other, twirled the umbrella again, and made a soft noise in the back of his throat.
"I can help you," he said, "to become powerful. It's not an offer that I'm making because I want to, but rather because I think you're strong enough to go through with it."
He looks up at the rain, tilting the umbrella back so thick droplets splatter down the side of his cheek.
"My question is whether or not you would risk it all to do so. For him. For all of them."
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:22 pm
Alg didn't think there was anything at all wrong with being old fashioned. Thorne's offer, vague as it was, made goosebumps rise on his neck and something reluctant and anxious gnaw at his gut. Sunny had once asked him if he would do anything to know the truth. He'd told her anything was a bit broad a term, and no. No he wouldn't. Thorne had asked a much more effective question, would he risk for him? The answer was a thousand times yes, even through the anxiety and discomfort, the reluctance and the need and clinging for safe. Once upon a time he and Jeremiah had been more daring, more wild, fighters and he was fairly sure that bit of himself had gotten on a plane with Jeremiah when he'd left all those years ago. Now that Alg had him back- perhaps he'd become reacquainted with his fight as well. "Yes."
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:45 pm
Thorne exhaled softly and looked over at Alg. There was a sharp, inhuman way with which he moved now, as though something more lupine had overtaken his body. He was still Thorne, still very much the same - but. Inverted and strange. Immortal, almost.
"Very well," he said, his voice low and rolling, the powerful voice of a lord or a king. "What shall I tell the people that matter to you, if anything at all?"
He stood up, the umbrella still catching most of the thick droplets, the shadows falling over his face. His eyes were bright beneath them, hungry and wild.
"Or shall we keep this a secret?" He asked. "One between us?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 8:01 pm
Thorne was suddenly looming over him and he felt very suddenly like he was enveloped in the shadow of the other. His eyes widened at the voice, then his brow furrowed deeply. "No secrets from Jeremiah," He was really all that mattered in the end.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 9:43 pm
"Jeremiah," Thorne echoed. His eyes lidded, and the umbrella fell backwards, the droplets from above streaking his face. He hummed, a lullaby-soft note. "If that is your wish. And the rest?"
He gestured.
Somewhere, a voice answered.
"Is it time? He is an unusual flavor, but I imagine he will do..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 5:38 am
"He's my husband," Alg blinked, mouth set in a hard line, his mother's mouth. One of the few traits he inherited from her. It was natural displeased sort of expression that surprised with the smiles it was capable of, like you were being given a gift to see it. "He'll take care of the rest." Alg looked for the voice, blinking away from being focused on Thorne.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 1:51 pm
Thorne only nods, eyes lidded, the rain dripping down the side of his face. He is eternal, here. A strange creature, no longer human, the tattoos shifting and shining in the half-light. He sighs and shakes out the umbrella, raising it above his head again and turning on his heel to walk away.
"As you wish it," he says. "To work, then."
"Yes, my lord," The voice replies, guttural.
It indulges Algie in a second longer of contemplation.
And then the world turns black, like stars fading out one by one.
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