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a e n e i a . ([personal profile] aeneia) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch2015-12-18 01:01 pm

& open gen post iii.

OPEN POST ( III. )
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[personal profile] vindictam 2016-01-10 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ it takes a moment, it seems like, for the words to even register. Even longer again to gain a response, not until there is the bark of a harsh woman's voice in his ears that prompts him, more than anything else to work through the haze of being spoken and trying to remember who said way. Eyes flick to her briefly, watching her slouched against the kitchen bench. The slow flick as he wets his lips on cracks that have dried and bled and dried and healed. The split where the skin now seems to pull apart at the edges. A ripped seam, his skin is more stitches than it is organ.

Frowns at her, tells her, to his mind, he doesn't take orders from her, not anymore and she turns her stiff shoulders and proud tilt of soldier's grace to the man in front of her and says, well then, he should at least say something to the person that asked, instead of standing there looking like an idiot.

So he swallows, shakes his head, both in response and to shoo away the dark shapes that sit at the edge of the bed. The laughter of the woman behind him telling him to hurry up. Considers the responses, the old ones that aren't... aren't appropriate. the girl made woman you wished to court, the man that taught you to laugh at violence.

No, not that one. Here, here, he has to be here.
] No one. It was always yours as much as mine, take what you wish.

[ He never belonged very much to himself, and in this contract, less so. So these things are Jasper's as much as his because there had always been so very little he held back from then. Pathetic, probably, he'd do anything he was asked, and they only ever asked the worst of him. ]
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[personal profile] brokentoaster 2016-01-13 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silence lingers for too long in the place a simple answer should have filled. Jasper watches as the man turns, twitches almost. Tilts his head as if listening, licks his lips, darts a glance elsewhere. It's uncomfortable and Jasper knows he's staring, but at least he's still being attentive when Corvo does finally speak up. However, it's... not a response he can make much sense of.

It all looks so lived in, but the housing assignments said only two in fourteen... so he takes the standard issue pack off his shoulders and moves to set it on the bunk with the extra uniform folded at the end. ]


Guess I'll leave this here for now and move it if the owner comes back.

[ It's placed carefully, to not wrinkle the perfectly smooth sheets much. Despite the unwelcoming and awkward confusion, this is still his assigned living space, and so he tries to make himself more comfortable, (difficult as that is under that darting dark gaze). Unzips his storm jacket, hangs it by the hood off the bunk post. Pulls off his gloves, not minding the reddish burn scars that coat the skin of his right hand like he used to. Twists a simple silver band on his ring finger as he circles the small living area. ]

My familiar was hopin' she could poke in here from time to time, but she's way too big. You'll have to meet her in the hangar sometime.

[ There would be no worries of Jasper being separated from the other half of his soul for too long this time, no unintended or ill magical side effects. She had been dragged out of her world with him, not to be held in an unnamed place. But this Jasper has never worried about that. He's more worried about simpler matters- ]

Kitchen's real small... how do you cook anythin' in here?

Edited 2016-01-14 03:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vindictam 2016-02-29 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sees - so often too much. He sees there, and he sees here. Then and now. He never found the revelling in it that Granny Rags had had, where she turned smiling into the embrace. He had not asked for such, but it had crept up on him regardless. He did not feel her open joy, maybe if he did not fight so hard, it would not be as it is now.

There's a lot to say as he looks at Jasper-that-was ( a boy with eyes nothing like his ), stand by Jasper-that-is, whilst Jasper-that-will-be ( a boy with eyes too much like his ) dances between them somewhere. He frowns at him, then deeper, jerking his head as if to tell the ghosts of past and future that they weren't welcome in the present. Swallows to find the wet in his mouth for the words.
]

She is always welcome. She grew quickly, did she?

[ Another moment, to shake his head. Why was he asking such simple questions, thinks Jasper already knew. ] I do not cook, you do very often. I tried to... keep it clear for you.

[ Because it is small, but it is sparse. He keeps it clean. Everything is put in place. Everything is tucked away exactly where Jasper had left it. Not touched for days, except once a month, they would be washed. Corvo ate when he needed to now, when the ghosts that hung about reminded him. Poked and prodded him into place. All soft tugs on his forelock when he had to drink to heal his wounds was Terra's kind words in his ear, less soft tugs when Tess told him his face was getting thin again. She insisted always that he was wasting good food, acting like he did. She was best on those days, she never gave him much mercy. Not even in memory. ]
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[personal profile] brokentoaster 2016-03-02 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ He stops his circling by the small sink, planting his feet far enough away from his bunkmate so that he can examine him from a safe distance. The darting and twitching continues, as do the eerily knowing comments, when he opens his mouth between nervous movements. ]

Yeah, she... she did.

[ A narrower glance back down at the polished kitchen sink, at everything so neatly in it's place. It's almost as if he had organized the small space himself. He places his good hand, the one with the ring, on the spotless counter top, and looks back up at Corvo. When he speaks again it's more guarded, his shoulders straight and tense. ]

I do cook often, but not here. Back home yeah, for my husband. They put that in my file or somethin'?

[ He hasn't looked at his own yet. Either they're more needlessly detailed than he originally thought, or something else is going on. And Jasper is slow on the uptake as ever, that much hasn't changed. ]

Or are you some kinda seer?