that one time travel psl

[eyediot]

sad bad end s5 jon and tim on a monster road trip



[Algric had given the trio a fair warning of what was happening. Not the specific details of what he was coming from, but he was from a little further along Algric's timeline, and came through Hilltop Road. Never pleasant, but he's here now. IT took a few days of settling, readjusting, and putting some firm self-imposed boundaries on himself before Jon felt comfortable enough to see the others.

After a few minutes of surprise and staring, Jon ends up sitting alone with Tim for a few minutes; the others having some things to take care of themselves. He sits there, fiddling a bit with his fingers, trying not to be self conscious. He can't do anything about the myriad of different, newer scars, nor about his black sclera or so many other things about himself now.

But god... Tim. Alive and not shouting at him right this second. How novel.]

Tim... I.. [Where does he even start.]

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[eyediot]

We can afford it. It's fine.

[Jon and Jonah have their literal mattress money sitting there untouched.]

But simple is... Good. I like simple.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right. Good. Simple bands, then.

[ He laughs a little. ]

So ... Algric Sims or Jonah Diggly?

[eyediot]

Didn't you say at one point you didn't want to make Dorothy or Edmund suffer the last name, "Diggly"?

[It's all jokes here, all fondness.]

Not to sound too full of myself, but Algric Sims has a good ring to it.

[curriculum_fictae]

It's true. You've got me there.

[ Algric is relaxed too, just overwhelmingly happy. He's barely even cold at all like this. ]

You know, I think so too.

[eyediot]

[He moves to sit next to him again, but so, so close, one leg sprawled across his lap. His. That's his lap.]

I will admit, 'Diggly' is still the cutest name.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Sure is. You're gonna put a ring on it, Jonah. Also Algric makes an exasperated noise. ]

I was fifteen.

[eyediot]

And fifteen year old you came up with an adorable name.

[He snickers, not unlike Tim when Tim first read it.]

"Diggly".

[curriculum_fictae]

[ SIGH. ]

Well now you're just teasing your fiancé unnecessarily.

[eyediot]

Is it really teasing to say that it's cute?

[He leans in close, reaching to turn Algric's face to him.]

I would think I'm allowed to tell my fiance something he did is cute.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Gosh. Um. Well he's red again? Wow. ]

I - I suppose that is allowed. Yes.

[eyediot]

Thank you.

[He'll lean the next two inches and kiss him softly.]

...You really said yes.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric kisses him back with a smile. ]

Of course I did, Jon.

[eyediot]

Sorry, sorry. I just-- I had a moment that maybe this was a dream and at the moment you'd say 'no' or, or you were just kidding. You know. Normal levels of anxiety when displaced from an apocalyptic future.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric's expression softens. ]

Of course, Jon. I - I do need to keep that in mind. Sorry.

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[eyediot]

There's nothing to apologize for, Martin.

[He settles up against him easily now, still half sprawled across him. He'd feel a little guilty if he didn't also know Algric is perfectly capable of shoving him off when he's ready.]

Just... Sometimes I expect to.. To wake up in that house again. Like none of this happened, one long, elaborate ruse to. To, I don't know.

[eyediot]

But.

Every day I... Wake up here. With, with you. And Tim, sometimes. And... It's all right, fo-for the most part.

So you don't have to apologize.

[curriculum_fictae]

Some awful combination of Web and Spiral?

[ He tugs Jonah in closer, leaning his head down against his. ]

I understand. I - I wonder sometimes if I'll just wake up in the Lonely or something. But we're both here, Jon. We're not leaving.

[eyediot]

[Being pulled in like this, Jonah tilts his head to kiss what he can of Algric (his neck apparently) and settle in.]

No, we are not. I don't think Tim would let us by this point if we wanted to.

[curriculum_fictae]

Entirely true. And the universe can't argue with Tim.

[eyediot]

You know? I actually don't think it can.

[He's good. He's fine, he could live in this moment right here for the rest of his unnaturally long life and be perfectly happy, tangled up with Algric and breathing softly against his collarbone.]

Think I could get used to this.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric could too. He just ... leans in, contented, occasionally glancing outside at the snow. ]

Same. There's - there's not much better than this.

[eyediot]

No, there isn't. Getting to call you 'husband' will be. But that's... Future.

For now... [He reaches, leaning forward, to get what's left of that mug. He STILL has melted, but now smeared, drips of chocolate on him.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric laughs and passes it over. ]

For now, you just want my hot chocolate. I see.

[eyediot]

That I made.

[A beat.]

But yes. Even if it's mostly chilled now.

[curriculum_fictae]

I could make you a fresh cup?