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tushanshu_logs2013-02-25 01:11 am
wintershepherd) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-02-25 01:11 am
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[Closed] Walk Away
Characters: Jack Frost, Oliver Queen / PART TWO: + Kyle Rayner / PART THREE: + Connor Hawke / PART FIVE: + Zatanna Zatara
Date: Following this showdown and Jack's horrible excuse. Exact length of time to be determined.
Location: One of Tu Vishan's abandoned villages (as outlined here) near the shell's edge, a few hours outside Keeliai and by the mountains.
Situation: Taking issue with Oliver's plan of action, Jack has brought him outside the city to see if he can't get his head on straight. Part Two & Three: After their return, there are still some things to answer for.
Warnings/Rating: Ollie's probably not happy, so associated warnings there.
Jack had been out to these areas several times since his arrival, so he flew straight and unerring across the barren landscape, stirring up heavy storm clouds in his wake, pregnant with snow that was only partially intentional, reacting to his emotions. When they finally touched down at the outskirts of a burned husk of a village, Jack dragged Oliver's unconscious form into the most complete building. It wasn't great, but it had four walls and most of a roof and that was good because Oliver was heavy and it didn't help that Jack couldn't stop replaying their conversation in his mind, over and over.
"What if someone starts coming after you the way you're going after these kedan?!"
"Then I kill them."
"Wrong answer."
So when the man awakes, he will find himself under a blanket but sans boots (and said footwear being nowhere to be seen) and Jack sitting in the windowsill, looking out at a thick curtain of falling snow and humming something of a song under his breath.
Date: Following this showdown and Jack's horrible excuse. Exact length of time to be determined.
Location: One of Tu Vishan's abandoned villages (as outlined here) near the shell's edge, a few hours outside Keeliai and by the mountains.
Situation: Taking issue with Oliver's plan of action, Jack has brought him outside the city to see if he can't get his head on straight. Part Two & Three: After their return, there are still some things to answer for.
Warnings/Rating: Ollie's probably not happy, so associated warnings there.
Jack had been out to these areas several times since his arrival, so he flew straight and unerring across the barren landscape, stirring up heavy storm clouds in his wake, pregnant with snow that was only partially intentional, reacting to his emotions. When they finally touched down at the outskirts of a burned husk of a village, Jack dragged Oliver's unconscious form into the most complete building. It wasn't great, but it had four walls and most of a roof and that was good because Oliver was heavy and it didn't help that Jack couldn't stop replaying their conversation in his mind, over and over.
"What if someone starts coming after you the way you're going after these kedan?!"
"Then I kill them."
"Wrong answer."
So when the man awakes, he will find himself under a blanket but sans boots (and said footwear being nowhere to be seen) and Jack sitting in the windowsill, looking out at a thick curtain of falling snow and humming something of a song under his breath.
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"But they seem hard to get to know, too many secrets. I would worry that I wouldn't get to know the real them... like making friends with someone who isn't really there..."
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Yet...sometimes, it was the closest people to you who felt the furthest away.
"The mystery's half the fun," she told him, and it wasn't a lie. It gave the illusion of sneaking around. Meeting at night. Rooftops. Treetops. At her bedroom window. Exciting stuff. "And you don't have to know somebody's real name to know what kind of person he is."
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He may or may not have heard her at that point; his voice was distant. Reflexive. Soon enough, she could tell that his breathing had shallowed and his eyes closed. He'd fallen asleep. In her lap.
Well, then.
She continued brushing through his hair for several more minutes, not wanting to wake him so soon. It wasn't until she was absolutely certain that he was out for the count that she gently guided his head onto an actual pillow. He weighed a lot less than she would've anticipated, but considering her own petite frame, it still took some effort on her part. Once that was taken care of, she slipped out of the room just long enough to grab a few extra supplies from her room. There was still that sweatshirt of his to be taken care of.
When he eventually awakens, she'll be gone. Back in her own room, resting off the loss of energy from healing him. But his beloved sweatshirt will be hanging off a chair. Dry and clean, all signs of blood removed.