For Joe and Marvey.
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I've been waiting to meet Joe Gibken. It's a strangely evocative name. Any mention of him has begun to provoke memories that weren't quite there before; soft skin, silky hair, full lips. Tragedy. Parting. Soldiers, boots, coming towards us. I have no idea how much of this is real (though none of it in this current existence of mine) and how much is fancy brought on by the idea of his being my fated love in every lifetime but this one.
Marvelous wouldn't hear of my meeting him alone, so we've arranged for it to be the three of us. I need to see Joe.
I need to know all about him.
Marvelous wouldn't hear of my meeting him alone, so we've arranged for it to be the three of us. I need to see Joe.
I need to know all about him.
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Date: 2012-06-25 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 06:08 pm (UTC)"It's been explained to me who you are and what I meant to you. I was brought here to see that you're all right. You are, aren't you? Is there anything you need?"
I offer him my warmest smile. He's not being at all amiable; but being in Zangyack can do that to you. The boy must have a good heart. He's the love of every life of every other me.
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Date: 2012-06-25 06:15 pm (UTC)He might be a little younger than the sempai I knew, but his voice is the same, his demeanor except for that weird deference to a young Marvelous (what is that even about?) and he's worried about me?
Am I alright?
I laugh, a sick choked sound, and then I feel sick.
I'm not alright, no. Not at all.
"I need to sit down."
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Date: 2012-06-25 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-26 12:23 am (UTC)I duck my head between my knees and try to breathe, and I remember another time, trying to breathe, only then it was because of pain, terrible pain in my chest, and Sid was there, Sid was the only one who came for me.
A soldier's memory. A pirate's memory too.
"Why are you here?" I whine pathetically towards the ground. "What are you supposed to do?"
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Date: 2012-06-26 12:30 am (UTC)"We were advised that you were ... in need of help. So I'm here to do what I can for you. If you're struggling, I can support you. I am not the same incarnation of the person you knew, but I've been told how much he meant to you. Let me help you, Joe." I reach for one of his limp little hands.
I'll deal with Marvelous later.
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Date: 2012-06-26 01:08 am (UTC)I can't let anything happen to him, not again, not even if he's sleeping with Marvelous and he's just here to... to help me.
"Helping me is what gets you killed." I manage to grate out flatly. "Helping me is the last thing you want to do."
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Date: 2012-06-26 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-26 06:03 pm (UTC)Ran away from Zangyack. To be with a pirate. So this is what would have happened to Sid-sempai if I hadn't gotten in the way. I shake my head and back away, stumbling a bit but managing to stay upright.
"Yeah, well, that... That must have worked out for you, but this won't. Me, I won't. Okay? I'm dangerous."
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Date: 2012-06-26 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-26 06:33 pm (UTC)"Very well, Joe, but won't you accept my contact information? You may want it." I hold out a sheet of paper on which I've written my details. It's folded so as to conceal the letter I wrote to Joe, asking to meet him privately.
I won't hide from Marvelous where I'm going, but Joe and I need to speak together alone. The letter expresses some of the details of my meeting with Ryoutarou and the others; that I was summoned from time to support Joe and help him with anything he may need. I explain on the pages that I am eager to know him and to hear about our love.
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Date: 2012-06-26 06:36 pm (UTC)I glance at Marvelous again, then shrug and take the offered paper. "Fine."
How is my life so thoroughly screwed up?
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Date: 2012-06-26 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-26 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-26 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-26 09:37 pm (UTC)"Curry?" I ask, hope in my eyes.
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Date: 2012-06-26 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-26 11:02 pm (UTC)"Are you happy?" I glance at him, then pause, then decide to add to that question, since it was pretty vague and I want to be more specific. "Now that you got to see him?"
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Date: 2012-06-26 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-27 03:24 am (UTC)I also felt drawn to him. In a weird way. It has me curious.
"Sid..." I hesitate. Chewing my bottom lip for a moment. I'm so much better at deep conversation once I've gotten a few plates of food in my stomach.
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Date: 2012-06-27 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-28 01:47 am (UTC)I chew my lip a bit more, though I manage to stop before I make myself bleed. "It kinda felt like I've met him too."
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Date: 2012-06-28 07:14 am (UTC)Oh, that's an interesting thought, "perhaps you have. If you know me in this lifetime, you may have known me in another, and perhaps through me, Joe."
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Date: 2012-06-28 07:49 am (UTC)"Will you..." I groan, because asking this would mean I give him 'permission' to see Gibken again, and I just... I don't want to lose him.
"Nevermind," I shake my head firmly, then nod, then look at him with a smile. "It's not really important. Just please feed me."
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