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Quentin Coldwater ([personal profile] magician_king) wrote2020-01-12 01:19 pm

IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

You know what to do.
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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-05 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)

What - ?

[Well, he's too sad and confused to move.]

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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Needless to say, this doesn't get to be a silent drop - Credence scoops it up, stares for one uncomprehending moment, then opens the door.

"Quentin-?"

Goldstein is still cradled against his body with his other arm.
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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
And then it lands. He remembers that Quentin's warden gave him his Item, but he doesn't recall seeing what it was.

"I - n-no. This is yours. He gave it to you."

He holds it out, on an open palm.
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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't want it! I don't - "

He shakes his head.

"I don't want to b-be the first person who knows if you die. I'm sorry."

That's what it is, to him. Not a skeleton key, but the opportunity to know when he could have saved his friend from terrible pain and didn't.
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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 12:51 am (UTC)(link)

Credence swallows the lump in his throat.

"I - I don't think that's true."

He's still thinking about things he can't control. Nightmares. Floods. Veins and fur. He can't have what he wants. There's no escape from what he is. There never was. That's fine.

"Please take it back."

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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

No. Maybe. He has no idea what he wants, any more. Can't trust himself to even guess.

Freak.

He places the poker chip back into Quentin's hand.

"Thank you for offering. It's - very kind of you."
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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 01:04 am (UTC)(link)

"You did a lot. You - I would have done something - really bad. Really stupid, and selfish, and wrong. If you hadn't talked to me."

He means it. He's flagellating himself a bit harder than usual, but the gratitude is genuine.

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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 01:21 am (UTC)(link)

Credence hasn't even touched his wand since the flood. Then again, everything else has gone to hell, too. Sleeping, eating. He's been meticulous about making sure that Goldstein is cared for.

"I...maybe."

He feels like he's letting Quentin down. He's already proven himself to be irresponsible, selfish, stupid. He doesn't want to disappoint him even more.

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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-06 01:32 am (UTC)(link)

"I will. I promise."

When he stops feeling lost and sick and terrible. That'll happen soon. Probably.

"...could you just - let me in once? And - unless it's lessons, I. I won't ask again."

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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-07 12:25 am (UTC)(link)

Credence nods.

"Now. Please. I just - "

He just needs to give Goldstein one final, careful stroke before carefully depositing him onto his bed, and closing the door to keep him in. Safe, for now, from the idiot he decided to live with.

"I'm ready."

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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)

"W-what? No. Neither."

He doesn't feel like pointing out that he asked for them not to talk about those options again. As much as he wants them. As much as the memories are some of his favorite places to retreat to.

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[personal profile] credere 2018-02-07 01:00 am (UTC)(link)

"No, I'm sorry." Credence doesn't blush, he blanches, his face going grey and hollow. "I - I should've been clearer. I just...need some time."

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