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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 3:44 pm
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Jeremiah's lips twitched, though just slightly. "It wasn't the magic that changed me, Wil. That was a person with magic. I could have resisted, of course, I could have fought back, but then there would have been a chance you'd be speaking with someone who definitely is not me. Unless you're going to go the path of Nobility, I would never be concerned that magic is going to change you."
He let out a breath before sighing, shaking his head at Wil. Venting he could understand but it was in his nature to try and fix things. This was not, of course, something to fix. Venting.
"Burying your head can lead to worse results, Wil. Not always but there are the rare instances where things go haywire because you've pushed them aside. This magic we have, it doesn't always like to be ignored. It can make itself known." Then he was quiet of course, lips pressed together into a thin frown.
"An entire world is gone, people I loved and cared for ceased to be and replaced by people who are them but not quite. This is what waits for me, for Alg, for any of us who are Nobles and will meet the next cycle if we don't put an end to this." It wasn't an answer to his question but it was not one easy to answer.
"Happiness in all of this is not easy to come by," he finally said, "but I find it sometimes. Mostly it's ..." A sigh. "Hope. I live on hope. Hope and my husband." Perhaps that was telling about Jeremiah in a way, a reveal of a softer underbelly, but it was there all the same.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 10:42 am
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"So that was a lot of words for a 'No'," Wil blinked. He was hearing Jeremiah and he wasn't being difficult but he didn't absorb overly verbose speeches very well and Jeremiah had a tendency to give too much information at once.. at least for the blonde.
He wasn't looking for information. Just specific answers for specific questions.
"I haven't given up on staying happy just yet," He specified, "Because happiness and hope can go hand in hand you know, not just Hoping to Be Happy."
The young man gathered Bud up who had turned into a bit of a limp sleepy noodle after running around a while and warg practice. He held him like a baby and petted him.
"And Nasir's happy too. And that's what's important. You said if we got involved it would be bad, but then we got involved and now you are saying that's bad too," He looked back at Jeremiah and then simply shook his head.
"You're worrying about the world. Maybe that's why you aren't happy. I'm just worrying about me and Nasir," He seemed to stand slowly, always taller than he seemed to be when he stretched, until he sunk back into a hunch like the slinky he was. "Just do me a favor and watch out for him at that meeting..?" Wil, lacking the reassurance or real answers he wanted, seemed to be done with the serious discussion.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 10:23 pm
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"It's a complicated subject, so it tends to make me very wordy." Jeremiah looked at Wil a moment and then shook his head. "I could explain, as it's not hoping to be happy," it was, in fact, two different things, "but I'll spare you and break it down that: my happiness is Alg."
It was the easiest way to explain it.
Then he was giving Wil a perplexing stare because of 'if we got involved it would be bad and then they got involved and it was bad'. How was that-
Jeremiah did not want to explain it. Not in the slightest. Not to someone like Wil who was sleepy and while astute, did not necessarily understand all that well. He wanted happiness with Algie. He wanted to be able to go home and not worry that things would suddenly end, he wanted lazy weekends, he wanted to just exist with his husband.
Instead, he dealt with things like this and fought hard for the moments of happiness.
"If you want to continue to be happy, for Nasir to be happy, stay on the outskirts. Don't get drawn in." A breath escaped. "I'll keep an eye out for him at the meeting. If things go haywire, though I doubt they will, I will get him out immediately."
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 10:16 am
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"It wasn't our choice to get drawn in, at least I didn't choose being magic.." And he still thought it was a fluke considering. Though the evidence of him being here, of him being able to connect with Bud, were irrefutable.
Wil recognized the feeling that his happiness was tied with his husband's but Wil and Nasir's was more than that. They were pretty happy with life, not defined by each other but with eachother. There was happiness to go around. He was a little sorry the Chief didn't have that.
"So is the Professor happy?" Wil's brows lifted curiously, lips curling slightly but then he shook his head again as if it were an invasive question and that the other didn't need to answer.
"Forget it. Thanks though.." He then seemed to simply stop, look around, and fall into some sort of silence.
"So like.." He scratched his head sleepily and yawned, a tilted baseball cap with cat ears moving with the scratching on his head. It read JUICY in rhinestones but was backwards, "Can you help me get out of here?"
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