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From:

homosexuals

How's the chapel coming along? Spend any more time there and people might think you're taking over as the priest.

[it's out of the blue and there are more important things he'd like to ask, but it seems as nonchalant as any a reason to reach out.]

From:

break

This place throws too many fuckin parties.

[ hi. ]

From:

missed

[ the call comes extremely late into the night. the party still rages outside, but it's also taken a little bit of a turn. some of the screams aren't from music or dancing or gladiators, no.

after a long night of wrangling hawkins fuller (in the many ways that wrangling can mean in this situation), he's gotten the man secured in one of the hospital rooms the place has to offer. helped the nurses strip him out of his clothes, did a little work on the angry claw marks in his ribs to soothe them. when he calls, he's perched on the edge of the bed, his fingers in hawk's hair, mentally coaxing him into being calm as he rests. ]

Tim?

From:

missed

You find somewhere safe for the lock down? Don't think the fire will be outside, so we can shout across windows if things look bad.

From:

longitudinal

Are you surviving without my missing buttons at breakfast?

From:

unapparent

You have not seemed yourself, of late.

From:

homosexuals

Skipp-y.

[one word, and it’s already low and rough and mildly slurred. someone’s been drinking.]

What’re you doing?

I sure know what you were doing this morning. Makin’ my life miserable at the goddamn gym.

From:

homosexuals

Tim - that Danny kid.

Stay away from him.

From:

longitudinal

i’ll do my best to keep koby busy :)
enjoy the room as long as you like

if you need us you know to call

From:

unapparent

It has been something of an eventful week.

[ she’d like to start with the girlkissing but — ]

My son Aemond is here.

From:

kobes

Do you know anything about ducks? Or mermaids?

From:

provoke

[ just leaving a valentine's card (don't ask how he knows where you stay) with this note written on the back: ]

This whole thing is a jest at my expense. Do me the favour of accepting it without further question.

[ it is very ominously signed, ] Patches

Edited Date: 2024-09-30 08:02 pm (UTC)

From:

homosexuals

[the day after hawk sleeps (not well) in his own bed on his side of their shared suite, somewhere around lunchtime, he sends the following message. breakfast was skipped in lieu of trying to catch some more zzz's, with little success.]

Hi.

Sleep alright?

From:

kobes

Are you all right?

[He didn't know Embry. But he pays attention, he sees who speaks to who, and considering it was Hawk who'd made the announcement...]

From:

provoke

[ forgive the curtness, but immediately after this: ]

Keep my mother safe. Do not engage mine uncle.

From:

moondanced

Hell. Have I reached Tim Loughlin?

From:

unapparent

Are you and yours safe?

[ why should it stop at six? ]

From:

provoke

Tim, are you tired?

From:

provoke

[ tim said to ask, didn't he? ]

Come see me.

From:

vermax

Hello. Is this Tim Laughlin? ( he had a week to learn how to use technology before he died, he’s not sure he has the right person. )

From:

forzare

[ Thing is.

Most of the time, he's just a strange person. Talkative, brainy, awkward angles and long limbs and darting, dark eyes with no social skills. The only presence he has comes from his strangeness, his solitary nature, the darting way he weaves through crowds. Harry's been quiet for the first round, anyways. A question or two, here and there, but a quiet, simmering presence.

( He knows the killers supposedly have no control. Stopping them will be slow going. All he can do is preserve as many people as he can. And then: Tim, Matt. )

The simmering becomes a spark against kindle, and as Harry leans into Tim Laughlin's room — mindful not to invade ( tall man, red mask ) in case he's got an armed guard or hyper-protective friends — the expression on his face is anything but the usual awkward smirk. It's hard. Tight. Dark eyes, emptied out of anything but focus — and a mouth set in a grim line. One hand sits on his hip, looking more like a gunslinger ready to draw on an outlaw than the sweet nerd who's been holding Tim's hand. ]

— you gotta' keep me in the loop now, Tim.

From:

longitudinal

Is Hawk with you?

Are you alright?

From:

semicharmed

I'm sorry I couldn't get anything more definitive.

From:

unapparent

I am sorry I could not guide your hand to those who needed it most.

[ a request to shoulder some of the blame he must feel. they caught three wolves and yet it hardly seems a victory, with five more dead. ]

From:

homosexuals

[the bruise on tim's neck isn't fading yet per se, it's still an ugly reminder of everything that's happened. but there's a part of him that's relieved - feeling like they're hurtling towards some sort of conclusion. two out of three correct last round on his part means pretty solid intuition, even if louis' came as something of a small shock. but it's the same as alia - there's no real feeling of malice or disgust at it having happened. they weren't themselves. hawk trusts them. and as for the rest of the battles he'd picked? it was the principle of the thing - justifiable in the moment because it reflected poorly on tim and the evidence he stuck his neck out on the line for. if anything had happened to him, there wouldn't be anywhere safe enough for luffy or his damn crew in all of the estate.

but for now he's lying side by side, one arm around tim as his lover is curled up half asleep and dozing for the night. the doors are bolted, the dresser is shoved up against the main entrance for a racket in case someones does come for them. at this point he's not sure what he'd do if he came face-to-face with one of the wolves - nothing really surprises him anymore. especially considering his babysitting of an actual werewolf, the vampire feast, a talking fucking chicken, resurrection, the library...

hang on.

talking chicken.

his shoulder jostles tim off as he reaches over to shake him, up ramrod straight like he's been jolted by a lightning bolt.]

Tim, hey, honey - wake up. Wake up! I just thought of something - don't laugh.

Who the hell talked back to that chicken?