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[eyediot]

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[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah, this ghost won’t help with that. He just stares down at Martin’s warm, sleeping form. ]

Both of us together…

[ He reaches a hand out for Martin’s shoulder. ]

[eyediot]

Yes together.

[he doesn't realize at first before looking and - He doesn't know what will happen, but he knows it will be something bad. he carefully reaches for that hand, twining their fingers together instead.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah. Jonah’s husband shivers in his sleep, curling closer to Jonah.

The shade is happy enough to take Jonah’s hand though. ]

Can you - can you show me your home then? Is there tea…?

[eyediot]

[He watches Martin for a moment, then nods.]

Of course. I'll show you round, make you a nice caramel rooibos.

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh. Oh that sounds like heaven right now.

[ He solidifies just a little around the edges at the thought. ]

[eyediot]

[The solidifying warms Jonah a bit, smiling gently as he tugs Martin up.]

It's. It's a nice place. This whole little city.

[curriculum_fictae]

Y-yeah? What’s it called?

[ He stands, then, adding more solidity a bit at a time. Stepping away from his alternate helps there too. ]

[eyediot]

[Good. Jon will, carefully lead him downstairs, careful of the Admiral.]

Sidereal. There are others from all other sorts of worlds here. Quite nice.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Slowly but surely, his feet start to make sound as he descends the steps. His fingers grip Jonah’s more and more tightly. ]

It does sound lovely. Is it safe too?

[eyediot]

Yes. Almost entirely. The only problems here are the ones we bring in, and nothing terrible has been permanent.

[He huffs a laugh.]

The fountain in the city center heals. Literally.

[curriculum_fictae]

… Really? Just - what, like that? No catch?

[eyediot]

No catch at all. It healedy leg almost instantly.

[curriculum_fictae]

…

[ He looks down at his own wavering form. ]

Could it help me?

[eyediot]

... I'm not sure. When the Martin upstairs was brought here, he was afflicted with the Lonely as well. Everyone here sort of. Exorcised it from him, before I ever got here.

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh.

[ He fades a little, temporarily overwhelmed by jealousy. ]

I don’t there’d be anything left of me.

[eyediot]

Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not sure there'd be anything left of me.

[He squeezes his hand before letting go, patting the stool to sit.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin settles uncertainly, his ghostly hands nearly transparent against the table. ]

We’re both terribly messed up, aren’t we.

[eyediot]

[He sort of stops when he sets the bug on the counter, facing away from him. Breathe and...]

Yes. We are, a bit. But we're here now.

[curriculum_fictae]

Here. Here together…

[ He sounds so wistful. ]

[eyediot]

I'd that's what you'd like.

[He says it gently, pounding the hot water into the mug. He knows how Martin likes this, the cream and sugar.]

Only if you like it.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh yes. Martin takes the mug, holding it close to him. So warm that it nearly burns him - but he can feel the care here. As he breathes in the steam, his face comes back into focus again.

His hair is stark white, nearly translucent. His eyes a murky brown, while all of his freckles are smudged into nothingness. But it’s him. Jonah’s Martin.

He manages a small sip of his tea. ]

This is amazing.

[eyediot]

[He smiles gently watching him. Seeing those details come into focus.]

I thought I remembered you liked rooibos. Have as much as you like.

[For now, he'll settle for standing here, in the kitchen with his Martin.]

[curriculum_fictae]

You remembered…

[ It’s the care more than anything that’s doing it. More and more details come back into focus, then, until Martin himself is truly standing there in front of him. He sags a bit, unused to having a physical form. And he’s still utterly, miserably colourless - save for where a small amount is spreading from his chest out, showing the faintest of sky blue from the jumper he’s wearing.

Also, he starts to cry into his tea a little. ]

[eyediot]

Oh-

[God, he isn't good at tears. He moves to come next to Martin, hesitating before gently resting a hand on his shoulder (?) and hold it.]

I remembered a lot. Rooibos is your favorite, but you hate oolong. You're an excellent baker with a proficiency for scones. Delicious, by the way.

[Is it all right? Is Jonah doing this right?]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ It’s his shoulder; it feels like flesh, though it is terribly cold.

And given the flickering smile that seems right so far? ]

Rooibos is my favourite. Yes. A-and I would drink oolong if I had to, but …

[ A faint sniffle. ]

Y-you did have my scones at the breakfasts me and Tim and Sasha had, then.