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 Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2024 11:18 pm
[From here!]
Once those auras were just outside the door, he had to accept the fact that the pair of agents were probably here for this room in particular. Feldspar sat up when the door opened, pushing himself up on his elbows and blinking lazily at the figures of Rakovanite and Weissite as they entered the office. Yyyyeah, he probably shouldn’t have considered it too unlikely an occurrence that Rakovanite would show up here. It was his space, after all. If he’d wanted someone to find him (and he didn’t know if that was what he wanted, but maybe…), it probably made sense that Feldspar’s feet brought him here… But Weissite? Weissite was unexpected. Feldspar didn’t actually know how often they hung out together, without him… More than he would’ve initially thought, apparently.
…Although, of course they would hang out together, especially if they were powered up. Weissite was one of Rakovanite’s Lieutenants, after all… And they’d been friends before that- it wasn’t like he was the glue that held them together, or anything.
It was probably more accurate to say that Feldspar was more in the way of them, than anything else.
Feldspar kept the weird and unnamable emotional turbulence off his face, and instead affected a nonchalant little smile. “Ah, sorry. I shoulda called or something, I guess, before I just sorta… came in here. Didn’t figure you’d mind, ‘specially if you weren’t here.” He shifted his posture, sitting fully up, hands braced on his knees to push himself to his feet. “But I can be off. ‘S not like I was doing much. Just…”
Well, he didn’t actually have any sort of explanation for what he was doing here. He wasn’t trying to escape Ellian or Earth (and even if he was, he probably wouldn’t admit as much out loud), and he hadn’t been doing any Negaverse-related work, so… So he was just drearily sitting here? Inexplicably?
Like a loser.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2024 11:22 pm
“I think you were correct,” Rakovanite murmured to Weissite as he stood at the closed door of his office. Someone was inside. He could feel the aura. It did not offend him in the slightest. He was happy to leave the room unlocked in case any of his team wanted privacy somewhere in Negaspace, and he hadn’t yet heard of Calaverite or Diesel requesting offices for themselves, despite having the ability to do so, so whoever wanted to use his was welcome.
Though he was relatively certain that the body behind the door right now was not anyone under his direct supervision.
’He’s not at home…’ Ellian had groused aggressively into the phone, lamenting how no one was around to hang out with him. ’And that’s not, like, super weird or anything, but Gideon didn’t tell me where he’d be or what he’d be up to. I don’t think it’s a work thing…’
And so just to be sure, just to be completely one hundred percent certain that nothing ill had befallen him, Nataniel had enlisted the support of his and Gideon’s closest mutual friend to see if they could figure out what the redhead had been up to that meritted being kept from Ellian. Tanwyn and Gideon did have a certain set of shared traumatic experiences that neither Nataniel or Ellian had a particularly strong grasp of, so Nataniel trusted Tanwyn’s intuition for this particular matter.
And it had apparently proved fruitful.
Rakovanite opened the door and saw pretty much exactly what he had expected to see. Feldspar was laying on his stomach, lounging on the small couch in his office, now peering up at him and Weissite. And it took only a few seconds for Feldspar to come to the conclusion that his presence was unwelcome. Rakovanite stepped inside quickly, leaving room for Weissite to do the same. They left the door open, so as to not give the impression that Feldspar was trapped in here with them against his will.
“No need,” he stated quickly. “We were looking for you. Weissite thought you might have come here, but I did not think it very likely. I was unaware you came to hang out in Negaspace very often? It is quiet, I suppose… No one would bother you.” Usually. He didn’t want to ask too many questions, didn’t want it to seem like he was prying or accusatory.
…But he also wasn’t very talented in being reassuring and supportive.
Rakovanite glanced expectantly to Weissite.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2024 11:27 pm
The Negaverse was a weird place, and the aesthetic was sure to scare most people away from just being there for no reason.
But Gideon was a weird kid who liked weird, dark things, and if he was in a certain mood, there weren’t a ton of places he’d go. Weissite figured it’d be a no-brainer to check out some quiet spots in the castle, and nowhere would be quieter than one of the only offices Feldspar could access. Right on the fricken money. He didn’t wait for Rakovanite to step in before Tanwyn was just behind him, and he didn’t need to see the look to go ahead.
“Here,” he said, holding out a six-pack of bottled beer to Feldspar. “Figured it’d be nice to sit with you a bit, talk if you wanted to. Don’t have to if you don’t want to, just thought…” A shrug. “We’re here. If that’s what you want. And we’ll go if you don’t.”
He gestured to the space next to Feldspar. “Can we sit?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2024 11:38 pm
It was just… this season.
Feldspar loved fall. He loved Halloween. He loved scary movies. He loved egregiously bloody clown decorations. He loved haunted houses and murder mysteries, and he felt beyond fortunate to have a partner who could get excited about damn-near anything. Ellian was great fun; Gideon wouldn’t deny that, and they went out pretty often to enjoy all the spooky seasonal things Destiny City had to offer. He wouldn’t have it any other way. He wouldn’t!
But there was that undercurrent of uncomfortable that came with his favorite seasonal activities. Anytime he watched a flick of a psychopath breaking into someone’s house and slaughtering them, there were a few moments of… of something. When a Harley-Quinn girl chased him through a haunted house with a chainsaw, he felt… peculiar. It wasn’t just the rapid-fire beating of his heart, nor the quick, shallow breaths from adrenaline. Not just the artificial fear from a manufactured scenario. It was different. Not worse, not better.
He’d watched his parents be murdered in his own home. He’d been assaulted irreparably.
It was normal for people to feel afraid in the haunted house or watching a scary movie. But Feldspar felt certain that his fear hit different with an experience to fuel it. And there was probably something a little bit wrong with him, because he didn’t dislike that weird ‘other’ feeling that was a little deeper than just fear, a little hit of something deeply personal.
Things were fine (too fine). He was subject to no genuine strife but his body was afraid- aFrAidAfRaIDaFRaId.
It made him…
sad
scared
lonely
Tired.
Restless. Like the dregs of adrenaline were still constantly simmering in his veins. Do something, do something, do something. But everything was fine. He didn’t want it to not be fine. He didn’t want to make stupid, rash, dangerous decisions. He didn’t need to ‘do something;’ he just… didn’t know what he needed.
But he didn’t hate that Rakovanite and Weissite had come to find him, even if he hadn’t been certain that he’d wanted someone around. He hadn’t been certain of just about anything. He hadn’t quite made it to his feet when Weissite and Rakovanite stopped him. They’d been looking for him, case of beer in hand. “Eh. Who am I to stop you?” It came out more blase than he’d intended, so to make sure he didn’t sound too indifferent, he added in a soft, wavering tone, “Please stay.”
Asking them as much was probably alright (maybe, hopefully- he didn’t want them to feel somehow responsible or in charge of his weird feelings- Feldspar was a grown adult who could manage himself). He accepted a bottle from Weissite’s case, and tried a good-humored, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink beer,” he snorted at Rakovanite.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2024 11:18 am
He didn’t completely understand. Or understand even a little, if Rakovanite was being perfectly honest. If he had his way, he would press, curious to have an explanation from Feldspar’s own lips about what he was thinking, feeling, doing…
But Weissite had said they wouldn’t ask questions. They were simply to be here for whatever Feldspar needed them to be here for, and Rakovanite had already decided he would follow the lead of someone better at this than he was.
At Feldspar’s quiet insistence that they stay, Rakovanite settled in on one side of him.
The three of them sitting together on his tiny office couch would be a little of a squeeze, but they were comfortable enough with each other that it did not bother him even an ounce. Even with all of them there, it was surely more relaxing than trying to sleep on it- and Rakovanite would know. He’d stayed overnight in his office for nearly a week when his fiance was frustrated at him…
He hummed out a soft sound of acknowledgement, slipping his fingers around a bottle of his own and inspecting the label. Feldspar was absolutely not wrong. American beer had literally no value to it. It wasn’t alcoholic enough to get him tipsy, didn’t have any flavor worth indulging in, just calories with no other benefit whatsoever. And this brand that Tanwyn had brought with him was certainly… a choice. Probably just the kind he’d had on hand at home. Nataniel had nothing against drinking. But not this. Usually.
Rakovanite slid a beer from the case and used the edge of the little table in front of the couch to pop the top off. “My least favorite variant of empty calories, but for you,” he inclined the bottle in Feldspar’s direction. “I will endure.”
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