( on the seventh day, he seeks solace in silence. an open space beneath starlight, a small fire made of tiny dried branches and bits of moss, and the slow roast of one of the little silvery minnow-like fish in the pond.
the last time gwen had been separated from them, little pieces of venom had remained with him. spiders tucked away inside pouches and pockets, shaken out of his hair at odd intervals. now, there is nothing. no sense of her at all, her network ID unregistered. it feels almost like an omen, and he aches with the loss. being alone is selfish of him, when he knows wei wuxian will need him — but itachi knows he would not be especially fit company for him tonight.
for a long time, it seems like the fire holds his attention entire. he sits seiza, hands on his thighs — unmoving, but less the way people refrain from motion and more the way water does, a sense of inimitable current beneath the almost impersonal pose. stars spin overhead, the smell of roasting fish saturates the air. gwen is gone, and this world may have seen the last of its seasons, but for tonight all is calm. it is enough. it can be nothing else but enough.
there is no telling how long he was aware of the presence of another — his self-recrimination would state not nearly as long as he should have been — but after a broad swath of heartbeats — )
[The call comes out of nowhere after days of silence following that miserable experience they'd shared. He would have come around to texting Jake again eventually, but it would have taken a few more weeks at least. He really had been terrified.
But some things matter a hell of a lot more than his own stupid fear. (and this isn't the conversation that should be held over text.)]
Jake. [His voice shakes with the single syllable.]
[Once they're all safe and sound at the normal station, Jake will-- at some point-- find a half-torn scrap of paper on his bed. There's no words on the page, just a collection of stick-men scribbled onto it, organized into a neat line.
Beneath the first page is a second sheet of paper folded into a small square. This time, however, the dancing figures are arranged into a grid with the key to the substitution cipher made clear.
Yujin is nowhere in sight. Seeing as this is torn from his personal journal, however, the page probably smells a little like him still. 😘]
( it is jake's message that concerns him. perhaps he is simply more attenuated to the dog's tendency to deflect than he is to others — but it does mean that shortly after sabriel's disastrous post that itachi goes searching for jake.
he is still anbu-trained, and has never exactly fallen out of tracking practice. little pawprints in dust, a few errant strands of short yellow fur here and there, and he has found where jake has made a small, doggy refuge for himself in an old box stuffed full of worn, moth-eaten blankets. itachi sits down beside the box, and murmurs softly: )
text | un: iris | on mushroom planet, after finn tortures iris i mean takes him out for a hike
your brother???
a certified MENACE
text | un: jtd | laughing alone in a tree
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🎀
action; (during ciraiwei)
the last time gwen had been separated from them, little pieces of venom had remained with him. spiders tucked away inside pouches and pockets, shaken out of his hair at odd intervals. now, there is nothing. no sense of her at all, her network ID unregistered. it feels almost like an omen, and he aches with the loss. being alone is selfish of him, when he knows wei wuxian will need him — but itachi knows he would not be especially fit company for him tonight.
for a long time, it seems like the fire holds his attention entire. he sits seiza, hands on his thighs — unmoving, but less the way people refrain from motion and more the way water does, a sense of inimitable current beneath the almost impersonal pose. stars spin overhead, the smell of roasting fish saturates the air. gwen is gone, and this world may have seen the last of its seasons, but for tonight all is calm. it is enough. it can be nothing else but enough.
there is no telling how long he was aware of the presence of another — his self-recrimination would state not nearly as long as he should have been — but after a broad swath of heartbeats — )
You may join me, if you're hungry.
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Audio | UN: Wei Wuxian
But some things matter a hell of a lot more than his own stupid fear. (and this isn't the conversation that should be held over text.)]
Jake. [His voice shakes with the single syllable.]
time to die
: )
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text; un: y.mikotoba
I am with Emerton
He's giving us the harvester codes
Will message again within next hour if all is well
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audio > text RIP YUJIN
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voice ↪ un: unohana
( have a sweet, melodious greeting. )
Do you have a moment to speak?
voice; un: jtd
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Beneath the first page is a second sheet of paper folded into a small square. This time, however, the dancing figures are arranged into a grid with the key to the substitution cipher made clear.
Yujin is nowhere in sight. Seeing as this is torn from his personal journal, however, the page probably smells a little like him still. 😘]
i love this so much thank u for waiting for me
↪ action;
he is still anbu-trained, and has never exactly fallen out of tracking practice. little pawprints in dust, a few errant strands of short yellow fur here and there, and he has found where jake has made a small, doggy refuge for himself in an old box stuffed full of worn, moth-eaten blankets. itachi sits down beside the box, and murmurs softly: )
Jake.
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my kink is making you wait 12 days for 4 sentences
rp edging...
my specialty
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Text; un: 苣屋
text;
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==> action
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text.....
Is there a tier for kissing that isn't on the mouth
oh buddy
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text > video
video;
video;
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