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]

[Jonah rests his chin on Algric, smiling up at him.]

For now.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric just tugs him in closer with a smile. ]

You know this means I need to get revenge.

[eyediot]

OH, do you? And what does revenge look like?

[curriculum_fictae]

Not sure just yet. I'll have to figure that out first.

[eyediot]

Let me know when you do.

[For now, he's quite pleased to be using Algric as his pillow.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ And Algric just ... curls in that much closer. Watching the snow fall. ]

If - if you'd told me a year ago I'd be here, like this, with you, I'd have laughed in your face.

[eyediot]

[He smiles at that, pulling him in nuzzling at his curls.]

If you'd told me a year ago, I probably wouldn't have reacted.

[Get it. He was dead a year ago.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Ow, Jon. He does, but he doesn't like it. ]

Really ...

[eyediot]

It's the truth.

[He squeezes his sides again.]

I-i know what you meant.

[curriculum_fictae]

... I know what you meant too. But I hate thinking about it. Worst - worst time of my life.

[eyediot]

I'm-- I'm sorry.

[He wasn't trying to make light of it, but.]

Better times ahead of us?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh, yes. Very much so. I can't remember ever being this happy.

[eyediot]

[Jon smiles a little more at that, reaching for his hand to hold.]

I'll try my best to live up to this then.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric takes it gladly. ]

Just - just stay with me, really.

[eyediot]

[He kisses his knuckles, aiming for that ring finger.]

You don't have to ask for that even.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ God. Well Algric is bright red now, thanks. ]

Yes - yes I do. You don't - you don't realise. How alone I've been my whole life. A-and now I'm engaged.

[eyediot]

You are. And I'm not leaving.

So you'll have to think of something different you want.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric ducks his head for a moment, really thinking about that. ]

Any - any physical intimacy you're comfortable with, really? I liked ... ah, I liked cuddling a lot.

[eyediot]

...I did too, Martin.

[He leans up, kissing him softly.]

And. Really, I'm fine with a lot.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That doesn't make him any less red, that's for sure. ]

R-right, you said. That. Ah, you didn't mind. Using your hands.

[eyediot]

..Mm. No, I don't.

[He sits back a bit, still on his lap but up straight now and looks down at his hand.]

It's just... been a while? A long time.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That gets a flicker of curiosity. ]

Really? So you don't - er, at all...?

[eyediot]

[That does get a bit of something - shame? embarrassment? - from Jonah and he casts his eyes downward.]

It, um. The last few years with the Institute and all going on... [Deep breath, got to sound more confident than he feels.] Libido's a fickle thing these days.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric's tone is only curious. If there's any shame, it's directed inwards. ]

Sure, no, that seems. Normal. We all had impressively terrible lives for a while there. I mean, I didn't really date after Prentiss, so.

[eyediot]

We did. Think we all just... Took a break from everything at that point.

[If he were honest, he'd admit he's had a morning or two here to himself, in the shower where no one could hear him, but. He's not quite that honest.]

All the same.