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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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[curriculum_fictae]

[ He stares at that scar for a moment, swallowing thickly. Then gently settles his hands on Jonah's back. ]

Sure, Jon. You're fine where you are for now.

[ And he slowly starts massaging along the muscles in Jonah's back. He's not skilled, but he has large hands and plenty of weight to put behind them. ]

[eyediot]

[It's...Nice? It's nice. A few of the scars he tenses when Algric's hand brushes over them, but relaxes after a breath. After some time, he reaches for a pillow to rest his head on. Just... Listening.]

...Should.. I mean, we should tell Tim what happened... Shouldn't we?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ His hands are cool but soothing, diligently working out all the kinks in Jonah's back. It's deeply intimate and pleasant, which is what Algric was going for. ]

Mmm, I think so. Though I suspect he'll side with us.

[eyediot]

[Occasionally there's the pop sensation of a joint under Algric's hands, but nothing horrible. Just a horribly misaligned back that hasn't had any kind of chiropractic attention in years suddenly righting itself.]

Maybe? He didn't like Tobias, did he? As- As a person, I mean.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That's. Concerning, but. If Jonah doesn't seem stressed, then Algric will continue. He ought to get some sort of massage oil, maybe... ]

Yeah. Not at all, I think.

[eyediot]

Then he'll probably side with us.

[Now he wishes he'd told Tobias to leave the Archive staff alone. 'Stoker's too good for your lot', what a load. Tim's way above Fisher's level. Not even playing the same game.]

...You started getting hungry though. Right?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric's hands slow. ]

Yes. I - I didn't realise until ... ah. Until it was in front of me.

[eyediot]

[Jonah twitches his head to look back at him, all concern and sadness in his eyes.]

...We'll figure something out. I promise. Even if it's just dunking me in for a bit.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Now he stops completely. ]

W-what? I'm not going to - to dunk you in at all!

[eyediot]

[Quietly:] and I said I wouldn't feed off you at all.

[curriculum_fictae]

That's - that's different.

[ It's not different at all, is it. ]

[eyediot]

It isn't.

[Open mouth, win broken-mood-prizes.]

We both have to eat and... And if nothing else? Be each other's emergency rations.

[curriculum_fictae]

God. What an awful thought.

[ But he goes back to massaging, gently, and there's no argument. ]

[eyediot]

[When Algric starts again, Jonah relaxes and rests his head back down. Maybe he shouldn't talk anymore.

He does start humming quietly to himself though. Eyes closed and. Honestly if he actually sang it wouldn't be half bad.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Look, he likes you talking. It's just the topics. But that humming ... oh. It's so nice? Algric moves with his hands in time to the music, wishing he could add anything himself. ]

You have a lovely voice.

[eyediot]

Hm?

Oh, it's --

[Well. Algric and Martin did fall asleep to listening to him in the Archives way back when. Yeah, it's The Voice.mp3.]

Never really thought about it?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yep. Algric smiles as he finds a knot in Jonah's back to work on. ]

Just your voice, eh? I'd always wondered what you'd sound like if you sang.

[eyediot]

Probably not as good as whatever you're imagining.

[The knot though, Jonah tenses, fists gripping in the sheet for a moment before it eases as he gets used to the sudden tension.]

I think, um. There are some oils in the- The en suite. Cabinet, there.

[That might help ease that a little easier.]

[curriculum_fictae]

I-I mean, I think I'm being cautiously optimistic?

[ But he flusters a bit at the mention of oils. Right. Of course he'd Know, um. He gets up for a moment, then, to go and fetch them. ]

Do you have a favourite scent?

[eyediot]

I... I don't know?

[Things he never had to think about before: this. Hopefully Tim doesn't kill them for rifling through his things.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Mm, I'll just use the lavender then.

[ He returns with the small bottle in hand and applies a few drops to his hands. ]

[eyediot]

[Even as he pops the cap on that bottle, Jonah can smell it. It's nice... calming. But he sits up.]

Before you start again, come here?

[He gets himself sitting up properly, briefs and all just. Smiling at Algric.]

[curriculum_fictae]

O-oh. Um, okay. Sure.

[ He's not sure what's going on here? But he sits down next to Jonah for a moment. ]

[eyediot]

[Nothing bad! Nothing complicated or anything. He just leans up to kiss him gently. And then lays back down.]

Thank you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh, Jonah. Algric blushes instantly and smiles. ]

You won't even let me kiss you back?

[ That's fine. He'll just lean down and kiss your back. ]