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[ Here, have Johnny's worried face -- it's clear he's been trying for days. ]
Jack? Jack, are you there? It's probably the fifth message I'm leaving you, ha. So if you get any of those before this, I'm really not a psychopath.
[ He rubs his face. ] Tell me you're here.
Jack? Jack, are you there? It's probably the fifth message I'm leaving you, ha. So if you get any of those before this, I'm really not a psychopath.
[ He rubs his face. ] Tell me you're here.
Johnny.
[It comes out in a rush of breath. Jack stares at him, his eyes darting from one feature to the next, and sure enough they form the face that he knows and loves.]
I thought- [He swallows hard.] I thought you might not have returned.
[He sighs heavily, and then thinks to answer him properly.]
I'm here.
[It comes out in a rush of breath. Jack stares at him, his eyes darting from one feature to the next, and sure enough they form the face that he knows and loves.]
I thought- [He swallows hard.] I thought you might not have returned.
[He sighs heavily, and then thinks to answer him properly.]
I'm here.
[ That is definitely the face he knows and loves, and the relief is so obvious on his face. The worry and the fretting melts away and he brightens. He looks good; he doesn't look like some zombie or dinosaur took a chunk out of him.
Johnny didn't want to come back, but that's not something he wants to tell his lover. ]
Hey, you. I was worried you got eaten! Where's here?
Johnny didn't want to come back, but that's not something he wants to tell his lover. ]
Hey, you. I was worried you got eaten! Where's here?
[ Finally, they get some privacy. Gailleann and her accompanying castle had been found, and while the location isn't ideal -- it's right near the sea, for one, and in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere, a wintry desolate tundra that; while Johnny is entirely immune to, poses problems for the agriculture he'd once engaged in with the people of the spire.
That, and another thing. The trees he'd planted in Jack's honor are all withered and dead from the unforgiving cold; abundant proof of it in the patch that Johnny is currently glaring at from his vantage point by the window of their chambers.
(So is he sulking right now? Yes, he's definitely sulking right now.) ]
We can't have found ourselves in a sunny, tropical country? Noooo, it has to be either a giant creepy forest or a place cold enough to freeze Satan's butthairs off.
That, and another thing. The trees he'd planted in Jack's honor are all withered and dead from the unforgiving cold; abundant proof of it in the patch that Johnny is currently glaring at from his vantage point by the window of their chambers.
(So is he sulking right now? Yes, he's definitely sulking right now.) ]
We can't have found ourselves in a sunny, tropical country? Noooo, it has to be either a giant creepy forest or a place cold enough to freeze Satan's butthairs off.
[Most definitely sulking.
But Jack doesn't ridicule him for it. Johnny is genuinely upset, irritated by so many little things about this new landscape. The frozen trees was just the final straw, insult to injury.
He stands from where he was crouched beside the fireplace and comes to stand beside Johnny and look out the window for himself.]
Would Satan have a hairy ass? I always imagine him as smooth and toned, the better to tempt.
[Jack smiles gently at him. It's his job to pull him out of this, with an encouragement that's nothing like the relentless that he grew up with. Jack knows where that leads, he won't have it for his baron.]
You are where you're needed. Your gifts could make all the difference in the lives of the people here. Isn't that what you wanted to do?
But Jack doesn't ridicule him for it. Johnny is genuinely upset, irritated by so many little things about this new landscape. The frozen trees was just the final straw, insult to injury.
He stands from where he was crouched beside the fireplace and comes to stand beside Johnny and look out the window for himself.]
Would Satan have a hairy ass? I always imagine him as smooth and toned, the better to tempt.
[Jack smiles gently at him. It's his job to pull him out of this, with an encouragement that's nothing like the relentless that he grew up with. Jack knows where that leads, he won't have it for his baron.]
You are where you're needed. Your gifts could make all the difference in the lives of the people here. Isn't that what you wanted to do?
[ Johnny softens at that, the reminder of what he's set out to do before everything went to hell. He even couched that in a Jack Benjamin Special of a joke, and Johnny thinks about it, smiling despite himself. His Jack is gentle-natured in their most private moments, given to a sharp clarity that Johnny appreciates and needs.
When his lover comes near, Johnny makes sure that the temperature surrounding him is nice and toasty; he will never let him go without warmth. Despite the frustration and the annoyance, he moves to draw Jack into his arms, coming around behind him to rest his chin on his shoulder.
His gaze is thoughtful as he looks out at the barren white wasteland. There is much work for him to do, more to ensure that his people survive. To make sure Jack does, in this unforgiving landscape. ]
Yeah. [ He sighs, low and quiet. What would Reed do? What does it matter? He presses his nose against Jack's dark, short-cropped hair. ] How much food do we still have in storage? Is it enough to go around for awhile?
When his lover comes near, Johnny makes sure that the temperature surrounding him is nice and toasty; he will never let him go without warmth. Despite the frustration and the annoyance, he moves to draw Jack into his arms, coming around behind him to rest his chin on his shoulder.
His gaze is thoughtful as he looks out at the barren white wasteland. There is much work for him to do, more to ensure that his people survive. To make sure Jack does, in this unforgiving landscape. ]
Yeah. [ He sighs, low and quiet. What would Reed do? What does it matter? He presses his nose against Jack's dark, short-cropped hair. ] How much food do we still have in storage? Is it enough to go around for awhile?
[He's given him food for thought, which is all Johnny really needs. Jack leans back in his arms, his own thoughts turning to how to better their situation.]
We won't starve. But I need to find the hunters, start organizing them. [Jack's taking that upon himself. Johnny grills a mean steak, enjoys every bite, but he's not sure he could take it down while it was staring at him, not without feeling bad about it.] We're also not far from the coast. There's always fish in the water, no matter how icy it is.
[Jack turns in the other man's arms, turns to look at him and slide his arms around Johnny's waist.]
We won't just survive here. We'll prosper. Our future here will be good, Johnny. I swear it to you.
[Jack wants him to be happy and fulfilled, and he'll do everything in his power to see to it that he is.]
We won't starve. But I need to find the hunters, start organizing them. [Jack's taking that upon himself. Johnny grills a mean steak, enjoys every bite, but he's not sure he could take it down while it was staring at him, not without feeling bad about it.] We're also not far from the coast. There's always fish in the water, no matter how icy it is.
[Jack turns in the other man's arms, turns to look at him and slide his arms around Johnny's waist.]
We won't just survive here. We'll prosper. Our future here will be good, Johnny. I swear it to you.
[Jack wants him to be happy and fulfilled, and he'll do everything in his power to see to it that he is.]
[The coats are gorgeous. More importantly, they're warm. Jack smiles and brushes his fingers against them all before he gathers them up.
And distributes them to their most promising hunters.
The sentiment was lovely, pure-hearted. But this is how he's also grown. And he intends to bring down the creature for his own coat.]
And distributes them to their most promising hunters.
The sentiment was lovely, pure-hearted. But this is how he's also grown. And he intends to bring down the creature for his own coat.]
[ Johnny notices within a day -- that some of their men are wearing the distinct coats and not Jack.
Naturally, he's worried; does Jack not like it? One afternoon, he finds him by their balcony. ]
You don't like the coats? I saw some of the guys wearing them.
Naturally, he's worried; does Jack not like it? One afternoon, he finds him by their balcony. ]
You don't like the coats? I saw some of the guys wearing them.
[He thought that Johnny might notice, or at the very least notice that Jack wasn't wearing them. But he thinks he'll respect his reasons for it.]
They were beautiful. You were very considerate. [Jack turns from the balcony, hands behind his back.] But I can only wear one coat at a time, and I saw a greater need for them elsewhere.
[He tilts his head at him.]
I hope you don't mind.
They were beautiful. You were very considerate. [Jack turns from the balcony, hands behind his back.] But I can only wear one coat at a time, and I saw a greater need for them elsewhere.
[He tilts his head at him.]
I hope you don't mind.
[ the locket's accidentally on its side, getting roughed up. there's nothing there but a brief glimpse of a bushy red tail before the feed cuts out. ]
[He's panicked when Johnny first disappears, a sick dread that's a solid mass in his stomach. When he's reminded of the Hart hunt, of what happens to those who aren't as skilled, it lessens only a little.
When he sees the combination of bushy red tail and Johnny's locket, he at least has a plan for what to do next.
He gathers the best hunters, tells them to bring back every red squirrel that they come across. Alive and unharmed. He doesn't say it in so many words but the message is clear: he'll toss body parts into every frozen lake of Everwinter if they do otherwise.
After that, Jack crouches in front of Shadow, stroking her luxurious fur from head to tail with a smile.]
Find him. And don't eat him.
When he sees the combination of bushy red tail and Johnny's locket, he at least has a plan for what to do next.
He gathers the best hunters, tells them to bring back every red squirrel that they come across. Alive and unharmed. He doesn't say it in so many words but the message is clear: he'll toss body parts into every frozen lake of Everwinter if they do otherwise.
After that, Jack crouches in front of Shadow, stroking her luxurious fur from head to tail with a smile.]
Find him. And don't eat him.
Edited 2015-12-15 14:30 (UTC)
[ It takes a few days, but Johnny's finally been returned to Jack. Everything is much more vast when then you're half a foot tall, but he's missed him and the comforting familiarity of the Spire. Things have been strained between them for the past couple of weeks, but no matter what's happened, the truth is that his heart is still Jack's, and it's been a long day.
He scampers up onto the bed they share, but instead of staying on his side of it like he had for the past days, he climbs onto Jack's chest and curls up on it, blinking back at him. He misses him, very much. ]
He scampers up onto the bed they share, but instead of staying on his side of it like he had for the past days, he climbs onto Jack's chest and curls up on it, blinking back at him. He misses him, very much. ]
[There were days when Jack believed that Johnny had found a way home. It didn't make him feel angry, didn't even make him feel sad, not really. He felt numb, as if someone had removed the beating heart from his chest. He wondered if he'd made the wrong choice after all, if his dissatisfaction with Johnny's world was worth losing him after all.
But there was still a spire and people who depended on it, which left no time for mourning. Jack continued Johnny's work, using the fire rune that Merida taught him to keep the rooms warm. He keep the hunting parties on schedule, and poured over the greenhouse blueprints with the architects.
He barely slept, and ate only when Kyrianna forced him to take a meal.
But then he got Johnny's squirrely message, and he was returned a few days later, a tiny flaming rodent. Jack sent out a new call, to sorcerers and witches who might return Johnny to his true form. But most told him the same: it was the Hart's curse, but it was temporary. He would return soon, but still not soon enough for Jack's liking.
Jack smiles when Johnny crawls up onto his chest, and he places his book aside to stroke his head with a finger.]
You must be tired. Did Shadow give you a hard time today?
But there was still a spire and people who depended on it, which left no time for mourning. Jack continued Johnny's work, using the fire rune that Merida taught him to keep the rooms warm. He keep the hunting parties on schedule, and poured over the greenhouse blueprints with the architects.
He barely slept, and ate only when Kyrianna forced him to take a meal.
But then he got Johnny's squirrely message, and he was returned a few days later, a tiny flaming rodent. Jack sent out a new call, to sorcerers and witches who might return Johnny to his true form. But most told him the same: it was the Hart's curse, but it was temporary. He would return soon, but still not soon enough for Jack's liking.
Jack smiles when Johnny crawls up onto his chest, and he places his book aside to stroke his head with a finger.]
You must be tired. Did Shadow give you a hard time today?
[ Jack is thinner. He looks more tired, and from his vantage point on Jack's chest the sight of him makes his heart sink. There's everything awful about this gulf between them, and Johnny's never felt more heartache for him, the truth that sinks in: he has done the one thing he promised himself to never do, which is to never hurt Jack.
He makes a dissatisfied squirrelly sound, quietly distressed. It's not what Shadow did to him (she made him play tag pretty much the entire evening), but what he sees in Jack now, older than he looks, and unhappier. It's primitive, older than time, this instinct to protect one's mate, to keep them safe and happy.
He nuzzles into his finger, tail bristling as he squeaks unhappily at him. He can't talk, not like the others, but maybe he'd make his point clear by pooping on the map the next time he skips his meals. Rubbing against his fingers, he darts forward to press his nose lightly against Jack's chin. Once, twice.
There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to apologize for. ]
He makes a dissatisfied squirrelly sound, quietly distressed. It's not what Shadow did to him (she made him play tag pretty much the entire evening), but what he sees in Jack now, older than he looks, and unhappier. It's primitive, older than time, this instinct to protect one's mate, to keep them safe and happy.
He nuzzles into his finger, tail bristling as he squeaks unhappily at him. He can't talk, not like the others, but maybe he'd make his point clear by pooping on the map the next time he skips his meals. Rubbing against his fingers, he darts forward to press his nose lightly against Jack's chin. Once, twice.
There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to apologize for. ]
[Jack misses the sound of his voice, the ridiculous things he would say - even his singing. Knowing that he'll eventually hear it again is some comfort.
But when he does turn back into a human, that pooping thing had better stop, Jonathan.
He smiles when squirrel!Johnny bumps his nose against his chin, the most adorable kisses ever. Jack cups his hand around him, scooting him over so that he can feel the beat of his heart, which has been returned to him. He reaches over to take something from the nightstand: a peanut.]
I roasted some in the shell for you.
But when he does turn back into a human, that pooping thing had better stop, Jonathan.
He smiles when squirrel!Johnny bumps his nose against his chin, the most adorable kisses ever. Jack cups his hand around him, scooting him over so that he can feel the beat of his heart, which has been returned to him. He reaches over to take something from the nightstand: a peanut.]
I roasted some in the shell for you.
[ So, Johnny's decided to celebrate Jack's belated birthday today; everything's settled itself down and the madness is at a manageable level. He owes his lover an answer, a choice to be made -- despite the strain of the past few weeks, things had been exponentially clearer to him. The time he had spent has a squirrel had been oddly illuminating, too. You get a lot of time to ruminate when you nestle in your lover's underwear drawer, apparently.
So it's today that he chooses, the day of their anniversary to do both. In the few days that's led up to it, he's been away with Matilda, spending unaccounted hours in privacy during the evenings (after his meetings with his men, and working on the spire) with strict instructions not to disturb him.
In the morning, however, he makes no sign that he's planning it at all; everything goes as normal until the evening, when he has the kitchen make all of Jack's favorite dishes. But that's not the big surprise, you see; he even scatters blue rose petals over their bed after dinner, and sends Jack a text to come up to their room as soon as he can.
The room is pitch dark, and he fiddles with the ring on his finger, the second ring Jack had given him as he prepares himself to keep a sharp ear out for his lover's approaching footsteps. For all that Jack had done for him, for all that he'd sacrificed -- he deserves everything that Johnny can dream up. He pats the gift in his pocket, and adjusts the beret on his head (gotta go all the way, buddy). The eyeliner's made an appearance too.
So when he hears the footsteps? He starts to strum and sing, crooning soft and low as the candles in the room dance to life. Is he singing in french? Hell yes he's singing in french, and he means it. He means every word with all his heart. ]
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d’amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça me fait quelque chose
Il est entré dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie
Et dès que je l’aperçois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat
Des nuits d’amour à plus finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Les ennuis, les chagrins s’effacent
Heureux, heureux à en mourir
[ When he takes me in his arms
He speaks to me in a low voice,
I see life as if it were rose-tinted.
He whispers words to declare to me his love
Words of the everyday
And that does something to me.
He has entered into my heart
A piece of happiness
the cause of which I know full well.
It's him for me, me for him in life
He said that to me, swore to me "forever".
And as soon as I see him
So I feel in me
My heart which beats
May the nights on which we make love never end,
A great joy which takes its place
The trouble, the grief are removed
Content, content to die of it ]
So it's today that he chooses, the day of their anniversary to do both. In the few days that's led up to it, he's been away with Matilda, spending unaccounted hours in privacy during the evenings (after his meetings with his men, and working on the spire) with strict instructions not to disturb him.
In the morning, however, he makes no sign that he's planning it at all; everything goes as normal until the evening, when he has the kitchen make all of Jack's favorite dishes. But that's not the big surprise, you see; he even scatters blue rose petals over their bed after dinner, and sends Jack a text to come up to their room as soon as he can.
The room is pitch dark, and he fiddles with the ring on his finger, the second ring Jack had given him as he prepares himself to keep a sharp ear out for his lover's approaching footsteps. For all that Jack had done for him, for all that he'd sacrificed -- he deserves everything that Johnny can dream up. He pats the gift in his pocket, and adjusts the beret on his head (gotta go all the way, buddy). The eyeliner's made an appearance too.
So when he hears the footsteps? He starts to strum and sing, crooning soft and low as the candles in the room dance to life. Is he singing in french? Hell yes he's singing in french, and he means it. He means every word with all his heart. ]
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d’amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça me fait quelque chose
Il est entré dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie
Et dès que je l’aperçois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat
Des nuits d’amour à plus finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Les ennuis, les chagrins s’effacent
Heureux, heureux à en mourir
[ When he takes me in his arms
He speaks to me in a low voice,
I see life as if it were rose-tinted.
He whispers words to declare to me his love
Words of the everyday
And that does something to me.
He has entered into my heart
A piece of happiness
the cause of which I know full well.
It's him for me, me for him in life
He said that to me, swore to me "forever".
And as soon as I see him
So I feel in me
My heart which beats
May the nights on which we make love never end,
A great joy which takes its place
The trouble, the grief are removed
Content, content to die of it ]
[His birthday is weeks passed, not remembered on the exact day, not with the war for the heart of the gem raging all around them. It's been forgotten long ago, a novelty of this world. His birthday was always over-hyped in Shiloh.
He doesn't even suspect anything with the special dinner. Johnny's been known to do things like that before, and with such unpleasantness so recently behind them, it makes even more sense that he's trying a little harder to be romantic.
So Jack's not really surprised until he comes up to the room, to the roses and the candles. That damn ukulele. Still, he smiles sweetly at him, closing the bedroom door and leaning back against it until Johnny's finished.]
What is that around your eyes?
He doesn't even suspect anything with the special dinner. Johnny's been known to do things like that before, and with such unpleasantness so recently behind them, it makes even more sense that he's trying a little harder to be romantic.
So Jack's not really surprised until he comes up to the room, to the roses and the candles. That damn ukulele. Still, he smiles sweetly at him, closing the bedroom door and leaning back against it until Johnny's finished.]
What is that around your eyes?
[ There are so many things he needs to say to him, not least of all the fact that he knows Jack has been working much harder than usual around the spire; he earns the loyalty of their people too, this man who puts his heart and soul into their well-being.
He still owes Jack answers, but for now, now Johnny wants a proper reconciliation, the flushing out of the aftereffects of their fight. There are wounds that need to be healed, words that need to be said. Johnny grins when he's finished, batting his eyelashes at him shamelessly. ] Your favorite kind of eyeliner, of course. But seriously, you're not gonna ask how I learned french?
He still owes Jack answers, but for now, now Johnny wants a proper reconciliation, the flushing out of the aftereffects of their fight. There are wounds that need to be healed, words that need to be said. Johnny grins when he's finished, batting his eyelashes at him shamelessly. ] Your favorite kind of eyeliner, of course. But seriously, you're not gonna ask how I learned french?
[ Delivered to Jack's door is a small basket, enchanted with a series of runes - to keep it safe, protected and unharmed, to make sure no one but he can touch it and to make sure that it's almost unseen to anyone but him alone. The woven spine of the fabrics that make up the basket are finely dripped in her blood to make the runes complete and she imagines he might well be aware of that; she is no fool, after all, and neither is he.
The first gift left atop all of the others is a small piece of parchment with a single pawprint; Illus, the pup, has left Jack a little present, his own card, and Lauralae has scribed his name and a gentle seasons greetings to offer to their shared friend. She is uncertain if he will appreciate the sentiment, since she is the only one of them that can speak to the quickly growing pup, but she hopes that he might understand.
Next is a small necklace, much like the one she herself wears, but different in shape and size. A little bigger than the charcoal marker that proves her loyalty to Johnny, the one she gifts to Jack is tied with her blood, the scraped runes on the back of the black wolf's tooth are runes for protection, safety and strength that, when they touch his skin, will imbue him with all the charms she has placed. He needs not know that the tooth is one of her own, taken from when she is in her other form - some secrets are best kept to herself.
Finally comes a small painting, a delicate thing upon parchment, rolled up with a dark black bow to keep it together. The figure of the spire is obvious, rising high between two silhouettes - Jack and Johnny, together, standing tall with their pride and power before them, drawn in charcoal and decorated with hues of reds and golds, for power and wealth.
The only note is a simple letter; - L. ]
The first gift left atop all of the others is a small piece of parchment with a single pawprint; Illus, the pup, has left Jack a little present, his own card, and Lauralae has scribed his name and a gentle seasons greetings to offer to their shared friend. She is uncertain if he will appreciate the sentiment, since she is the only one of them that can speak to the quickly growing pup, but she hopes that he might understand.
Next is a small necklace, much like the one she herself wears, but different in shape and size. A little bigger than the charcoal marker that proves her loyalty to Johnny, the one she gifts to Jack is tied with her blood, the scraped runes on the back of the black wolf's tooth are runes for protection, safety and strength that, when they touch his skin, will imbue him with all the charms she has placed. He needs not know that the tooth is one of her own, taken from when she is in her other form - some secrets are best kept to herself.
Finally comes a small painting, a delicate thing upon parchment, rolled up with a dark black bow to keep it together. The figure of the spire is obvious, rising high between two silhouettes - Jack and Johnny, together, standing tall with their pride and power before them, drawn in charcoal and decorated with hues of reds and golds, for power and wealth.
The only note is a simple letter; - L. ]
[ It's their anniversary in addition to Christmas, and while Johnny's giddily delighted by Jack's gifts, he has a pile of his own for his beloved.
First of all: 5 extravagant woollen coats made by master craftsmen -- from the fur of the animals that Jack had hunted down. 5 matching pairs of elegant, fur-lined gloves charmed to constantly stay dry.
Second: a fiery blue rose spinning slowly in a small glass dome, above a rune that Johnny's obviously commissioned. At the base, it says: to the great love of my life. it will never wither.
Third: An ornate but highly functional bow made of the finest wood, and a large quiver of arrows. There is one special arrow out of the lot -- one charmed to never miss its target; a gift Johnny had earned in one of his missions.
Fourth: A set of seven hunting knives, from small to large, sharp and lethal, wrapped in a leather pouch that is easy to carry. A polishing and sharpening kit is included in it as well.
Fifth: Two crates of the juiciest oranges and kiwis, fresh and specially flown over. He knows how much Jack loves it, and he wants nothing more than to give it to him.
Sixth: A hunting eagle suited for winter on its perch -- specially sourced and still young, wearing a royal blue ribbon around its neck. Docile and well-trained, and patiently eyeing Shadow.
Seventh: A GIANT PAINTING dedicated to Jack. a card that simply says -- bedroom, 6pm.
First of all: 5 extravagant woollen coats made by master craftsmen -- from the fur of the animals that Jack had hunted down. 5 matching pairs of elegant, fur-lined gloves charmed to constantly stay dry.
Second: a fiery blue rose spinning slowly in a small glass dome, above a rune that Johnny's obviously commissioned. At the base, it says: to the great love of my life. it will never wither.
Third: An ornate but highly functional bow made of the finest wood, and a large quiver of arrows. There is one special arrow out of the lot -- one charmed to never miss its target; a gift Johnny had earned in one of his missions.
Fourth: A set of seven hunting knives, from small to large, sharp and lethal, wrapped in a leather pouch that is easy to carry. A polishing and sharpening kit is included in it as well.
Fifth: Two crates of the juiciest oranges and kiwis, fresh and specially flown over. He knows how much Jack loves it, and he wants nothing more than to give it to him.
Sixth: A hunting eagle suited for winter on its perch -- specially sourced and still young, wearing a royal blue ribbon around its neck. Docile and well-trained, and patiently eyeing Shadow.
Seventh: A GIANT PAINTING dedicated to Jack. a card that simply says -- bedroom, 6pm.
Edited 2015-12-21 04:41 (UTC)
[Things haven't been easy for them lately. But today, today is a good day. Gifts were given and received, and Johnny gave him many fine things that catered to his newest drive and accomplishments - hunting.
But it's that last gift...
Jack fixes a plate of those sliced fruits, sucking on an orange quarter as he admires the painting hanging above their fireplace. 6pm. He's there at 5:30.]
But it's that last gift...
Jack fixes a plate of those sliced fruits, sucking on an orange quarter as he admires the painting hanging above their fireplace. 6pm. He's there at 5:30.]
[ They're on the road to mending, this much is certain; but it doesn't mean he loves him any less. Jack's there half an hour early, and Johnny's just coming out the bathroom, cheeks flushed, freshly washed a towel knotted at his waist. The calendar? That's in his bathroom; no two guesses what just happened in there before that long bath.
Clearly, he hadn't expected him in here so early, and he jumps, startled. ] Babe? What are you doing in here? And why is that hanging over our fireplace?
Clearly, he hadn't expected him in here so early, and he jumps, startled. ] Babe? What are you doing in here? And why is that hanging over our fireplace?
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