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Cassel Sharpe. ([personal profile] patheticvillain) wrote2015-06-26 09:09 pm

fifty-five ➢ spam & voice

private } mickey

Hey. You busy?

private } beyond

Got something for you.

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[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]

[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]

[He never said he was good at this.]

[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-29 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You didn't.

[and beyond is just overwrought enough to offer another small piece of truth to cassel, not so much intended in the sense of sharing, but meant as a push to drive the boy away. he turns to cassel, unblinking eyes fringed with damp lashes.]

I set myself on fire.

[his expression is mostly impassive, but there's something of a dare there, too - how well do you like me now?]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-29 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[beyond turns back to staring out at the yard; cassel's reaction is not what he expected, and suddenly, he feels exposed, raw, ruined.]

... I don't know.

[because you offered. because i didn't know that would happen.]

I didn't think it would matter.
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-29 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I had medication.

[an iv drip, dulling his brain. but beyond doesn't refute cassel's statement outright - the sting of defeat was certainly painful.]

I've suffered worse.

[losing his mother, as a small child - that hurt more.

uncovering the truth at the House, before he left - that hurt more, too.]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-29 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
All of existence is suffering, Cassel. The Buddhists recognize this as the first of the Four Noble Truths.

[he takes a deep breath and turns back to face the boy, both hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. he recites:]

"Birth is suffering, aging is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering; union with what is displeasing is suffering; separation from what is pleasing is suffering; not to get what one wants is suffering."

[beyond doesn't so much distance himself from the things that cause him pain - he bottles everything up inside to simmer under a dispassionate exterior.]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-29 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not a Buddhist, but that doesn't mean I can't acknowledge truth when I see it.

[his eyes narrow at cassel's question.]

I wasn't used. I was lied to. [and used, but it's the former that beyond counts as the greater injury.]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-29 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Just because a thing is true doesn't make it right.

[beyond feels a flicker of anger shoot up his spine, spreading all the way through to his fingertips. cassel's line of questioning is beginning to veer too closely into confrontation, and beyond suddenly regrets ever being honest with the boy.]

I thought you weren't trying to manage me.
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-29 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't need to be managed, Cassel. I shouldn't even be here.

[the beyond doth protest too much. he pulls his hands out of his pockets, folds his arms across his chest, an unconscious gesture of defiance. he shifts his gaze from cassel to scan the horizon instead.]

Where is this place?
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-30 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[beyond's temper cools a bit, at that.]

Do you miss being here?
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-30 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[beyond wants to ask what happened, last time, but there's a more important question to ask first.]

Why would you want to go back to the people who hurt you?
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-30 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[beyond frowns, bringing his thumb to the front of his teeth, biting down on the rounded end.]

I'm afraid I can't understand that, Cassel.

[love only leads to loss and pain, in his experience. better to do without.]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-30 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[a dull ache forms in the center of beyond's chest, hearing those words: i feel less empty loving people than i do all by myself. he can't comprehend the sentiment because it is utterly foreign.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't wish he could.]


Could I try that again? [he nods, indicating cassel's cigarette. somehow, feeling as if he's on fire again seems preferable to beyond's current state.]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-30 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[beyond shuffles closer, accepts the cigarette from cassel, grasping it delicately between two fingers and thumb. he knows what to expect this time; the smell of flame and ash doesn't trigger the memories as he brings the slim paper cylinder to his lips and inhales. he still coughs, completely artless in this simple act, but this time he relishes the slow burn that makes its spreading way through his chest.

he hands the cigarette back to cassel and wordlessly sits in the chair next to him.]
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[personal profile] recinerate 2015-06-30 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
I think so.

[beyond nods, bringing his fingers up to the underside of his nose, slowly inhaling the ashen scent that lingers on his skin. he finds it somehow familiar, calming.]

Yes. Thank you, Cassel.

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