Kʏʟᴇ Rᴀʏɴᴇʀ {2814.4} (
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tushanshu_logs2013-07-11 12:35 am
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Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Catch-all log for July.
Location: All around.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: War horrors, child abuse, mention of torture, physical and psychological.
Notes: [Action] or prose are all good. Ping me if you'd like a specific setup/threadstarter.
Date: Catch-all log for July.
Location: All around.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: War horrors, child abuse, mention of torture, physical and psychological.
Notes: [Action] or prose are all good. Ping me if you'd like a specific setup/threadstarter.
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He reaches out, for Jim's hand, and squeezes it gently before he curls up on the bed. It's thank you and sorry at once.
'Stay here?'
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"Sure."
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'Don't tell John,' he says, before falling asleep.
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That reminds him about something, and he gets onto his knees and turns to look at Kyle briefly, and then at the ring he's wearing. He's not supposed to sleep with it on. So Jim, frowning, says his own name, and the code he'd chosen, and slides it off.
It's a heavy weight in his hand, and he curls his fingers around with it. So much power in such a small thing. But it can't put planets back together.
He rolls it between his thumb and index finger, and then he reaches out to put it on the nightstand.
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Guy sometimes stayed awake next to Kyle when he slept, watching over him, ready to wake him up when he saw the signs of uneasy dreams. Jim's presence hardly measures up in terms of closeness (his brother knew him on such an instinctive level Kyle highly doubted anyone could reach it) but the trust is enough.
When morning comes Kyle wakes quietly, taking a moment to look around, confused. He barely remembers coming here, let alone the conversation that followed, and his instincts almost scream that he's been kidnapped.
Then he spots Jim. 'Hey.' Rubbing his eyes, he looks again. Yes, it's him.
'Morning.' He's cheerful, having slept well.
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'How'd I land up here? I usually sleep in the living room.' Next to the paints, in case he got inspired to do something. He looks around for his ring and slides it on.
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"Do me a favour and drink like four more of these. You were pretty wasted."
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A pause, and he looks more worried. 'I didn't say or do anything to you, did I?'
He knows how vicious he can be, when he lacks restraint and forethought. Alcohol was a bad catalyst, but normally he didn't drunk that much, and when he did, the ring purged it so he could concentrate properly.
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"I'm pretty sure my ass is asleep from sitting on the floor all night, but that's not your fault."
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Either way, he just smiles. 'I'll make it up to you. Breakfast?'
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He throws himself down across the foot of the bed, drags the blanket up over his head. "Besides, tribbles probably ate everything."
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It's a thank you, of sorts, for sticking by him.
He's about to just give Jim some privacy, before he fiddles with his ring. 'Do you want me to give you dreamless sleep?'
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"Sure. How does it work?"
He stretches, moving his newly-healed leg to work out the residual soreness, and sits up. Eyeing the ring. Curious and a little wary, that he can't help.
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Climbing. Jim couldn't walk, not that easily, not with him on his back-- and Kyle's gaze drops to the leg. His expression changes from worried to horrified.
'Your leg,' he says hoarsely. 'Are you--'
Did someone hold you down? What happened?
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'May I?' Look at it, check it, to know you're really okay?
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He smiles at Jim, extremely relieved. 'You're good.'
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"Yeah, I know. She did a good job."
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'Anyway.' He brings up another screen, showing a generic scan of a human brain, with certain highlighted areas. 'This is how I can affect dreaming.' He means nightmares, that's really the only reason he'd even consider this solution, but it also helped when one needed rest.
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He grins back, cheekily, choosing not to remark on what's under the surface. Neither of them want another fight, especially since he's quite sure they don't really hate each other at all.
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"It's nothing you said or did. I'm just dealing with some stuff on my end. Okay?"
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'Ready?'
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