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[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]

[He laughs, but it's that gentle, quiet laugh just between them.]

Martin, you've been incredibly patient with me. It's only fair I return that.

[curriculum_fictae]

W-well still. I appreciate you, okay.

[eyediot]

And I still love you.

[Unprovoked? Sure, but not unwarranted. He lets one leg curl around one of Algric's to keep him close.]

...There is one thing we haven't thought about.

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh? What is it?

[eyediot]

[His smile is nearly wicked.]

Send an invite to Tobias?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric blinks for a moment. ]

A - a wedding invitation?

[eyediot]

[Oh.

Grin gone, and in its place a bit of shame.]

I-- Yes, but. Hm.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ No, it's fine, just. Give him a moment. ]

Would be satisfying for him to realise that someone as pathetic as me is getting married while he's still alone and unsatisfied.

[eyediot]

[Ah.]

I think it would be, yes.

[curriculum_fictae]

Let's do it.

[eyediot]

A-all right. We will then.

[curriculum_fictae]

Good. Good.

[ He leans over to kiss Jonah. ]

[eyediot]

[Well, he won't say no to that. Though if he has any say here, it won't be a soft or short kiss.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Fine by Algric. He leans over Jonah gently, leaning him back against the bed. ]

[eyediot]

[He lets out a pleased noise in his throat, cupping Algric's cheeks to tug him down with him. It's the first time in ages he's felt.. Safe. Bundled up in soft blanekts and with Algric here, he's safe.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ And Algric is very safe, warm and soft as he curls in close to Jonah. He radiates a quiet joy, being wrapped around Jonah like this, with the snow continuing to fall outside. ]

[eyediot]

[It's good, like this. Breaking away just to get his breath, nosing at Algric's cheek and holding him close. Jonah's fingers just circle patterns into the back of his hair, his neck.]

You know I love you.

[curriculum_fictae]

I love you too, Jon. With - with all my heart.

[ He presses a kiss to Jon's temple. ]

[eyediot]

[Is there anything he needs or wants more than this? Algric over him, his arms looped around the bigger man's shoulders and just... Being close?]

I won't let anything happen to you. You're mine.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ A quiet laugh. ]

If - if anyone can promise that, it's probably you.

[eyediot]

[He notes to himself, no comment made about that little bit of possessiveness. All right then.]

The hard part is following through depending on what comes our way. But I can promise I'll do what I can.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ No problems with it whatsoever. If anything, he seems dimly excited. ]

Well, you could tell whatever avatars come our way that I'm yours. And then some variation of "fuck off."

[eyediot]

That -

[He laughs at that, face pressed into the crook of Algric's neck.]

Something like that probably, yes.

[What would they even think of an avatar of the Lonely and the Eye together like this?]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ See the parallels between Lukas and Bouchard, hopefully, and keep their distance. ]

Good. I'll be waiting to see that, then.

[eyediot]

[Hopefully without the decades of constant divorces for these two.]

I'll make sure it's a show for you. Theatrics and all.