Last year I trusted people easier. [koby says it quietly, expression darkening for a moment, thinking of who they'd been a year ago -- more impulsive, more ferocious, more righteous in their anger. by this point last year, koby had been in multiple public arguments, after all. but this year...
he settles in the chair, cross-legged, hands in his lap.]
Foxglove, I think. The person I suspect asked me about it weeks ago. [another pause, fiddling with a loose thread in his sleeve cuff, then --] I wrote down all my thoughts, my evidence. It's hidden under a floorboard on my side of the bed, back in our cabin.
[he doesn't say look there, if something happens, but -- it's implied.]
[ And last year Hawk wasn't acting like such an insane person - argument with Koby and Quentin aside. Alicent was around to talk sense into people. He didn't know the victims but he did know the killers. It was hell, and it revealed all the ugliest parts of him, but he was able to navigate it in a way that made sense to him. He was helpful.
This time...he's not so sure about anything. ]
I'll get it if something happens.
[ He doesn't bother arguing. Tim had left the burden of his letter on Koby when he died. It's only fair. ]
But nobody is more beloved around here than you. They'd be stupid to go for you.
[koby pauses, reaches out, waves tim close enough that he can hold onto one of his hands, fingers still bandaged from the oracle nonsense. he squeezes, tight, looking upwards.]
There's a lot of anger and -- hate and things around here. But there's more love, I think? I hope? [another little squeeze.] Anyway, I belove a lot of people. I belove you.
[ Holding Koby's hand in one hand, and a peanut butter sandwich in another: ]
Because he's fucking Danny.
[ Not just a betrayal of his trust, not just the broken promise to tell each other who they're seeing, but dangerous. He's painting a target in blood on their door, and it doesn't just invite trouble onto him, but Hawk and Jace as well. As far as Tim's concerned, that's the only explanation necessary. So rather than offer one, he bites into the sandwich. ]
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Date: 2025-10-12 12:22 am (UTC)he settles in the chair, cross-legged, hands in his lap.]
Foxglove, I think. The person I suspect asked me about it weeks ago. [another pause, fiddling with a loose thread in his sleeve cuff, then --] I wrote down all my thoughts, my evidence. It's hidden under a floorboard on my side of the bed, back in our cabin.
[he doesn't say look there, if something happens, but -- it's implied.]
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Date: 2025-10-12 01:52 am (UTC)This time...he's not so sure about anything. ]
I'll get it if something happens.
[ He doesn't bother arguing. Tim had left the burden of his letter on Koby when he died. It's only fair. ]
But nobody is more beloved around here than you. They'd be stupid to go for you.
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Date: 2025-10-12 05:04 am (UTC)There's a lot of anger and -- hate and things around here. But there's more love, I think? I hope? [another little squeeze.] Anyway, I belove a lot of people. I belove you.
Sit down and eat and tell me why I'm mad at Hawk.
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Date: 2025-10-12 05:20 am (UTC)Because he's fucking Danny.
[ Not just a betrayal of his trust, not just the broken promise to tell each other who they're seeing, but dangerous. He's painting a target in blood on their door, and it doesn't just invite trouble onto him, but Hawk and Jace as well. As far as Tim's concerned, that's the only explanation necessary. So rather than offer one, he bites into the sandwich. ]
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Date: 2025-10-12 06:36 am (UTC)[he doesn't mean for his voice to pitch as high as it does, but. it does. sorry to any dogs nearby who've just been deafened.]