IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[ninefox]

"I'm the one who asked for this," Jedao reminds him, reaching for Quentin with the same arm he started with, which trembles slightly after all the exertion, and he doesn't manage to pull Quentin back down.

"Did you - like it, then?" he asks, feeling uncharacteristically shy.

[magician_king]

"A lot."

He admits, and reaches up to brush the hair off his face, then thumb a tear away, along his temple, before grabbing the water off the dresser and cracking the cap, holding it gently up for him to take a tiny sip.

"Is that weird? I know it was therapeutic, I feel weird how- greedy I felt."

[ninefox]

"It's not weird," Jedao says, as though he has any place to talk, and sips gratefully.

"Greedy how?"

[magician_king]

"I don't know if that's the right word. But like I could take everything you poured into me."

He says, and recaps the bottle, setting it aside, moving to reach for one of the little chocolates he found him.

[ninefox]

"And give me everything I needed," Jedao murmurs, before lying back and opening his mouth with a cheeky look. He isn't usually particularly fond of sweets, but he'll gladly take the opportunity to coax Quentin into hand feeding him.

[magician_king]

He smiles, and pops the candy into his mouth, then reaches to brush the tears off the other temple.

"You must be exhausted. Catch your breath."

[ninefox]

"Yes. But good exhausted."

He turns his head, presses a kiss to Quentin's wrist.

"I'm resting, love. I'm not going anywhere."

[magician_king]

"I'm happy too, but I do feel pretty- fretty."

He says, and keeps stroking, now shifting up to invite him into his lap, while he offers him water.

"Stay here and keep where I can see you."

[ninefox]

Jedao curls up willingly in Quentin's lap, turning to press his face against Quentin's neck for long moments, nuzzling and breathing in the smell of him before allowing himself to drink more.

"Yes, sir," Jedao says, teasing a little.

[magician_king]

He laughs, shakes his head, and dispels the magic working on speed and strength. It's his own grey eyes that blink back at him.

"That's right, sir. Don't forget it just yet."

[ninefox]

Jedao catches his face then, kisses him softly and sweetly, even if he has to slump back in Quentin's embrace moments later, panting just a little.

[magician_king]

He grins, and holds him a little tighter, still feeling wildly protective.

"That was intense."

[ninefox]

"It wasn't anything like I imagined," he admits. "But sort of perfect. It was so - direct, the feeling, I couldn't slide out from under it even for a moment."

[magician_king]

He reaches down, smoothing hands over Jedao's skin and cracking his toes for him.

"I had a backup plan."

[ninefox]

He giggles and tries to muffle it, calf jerking slightly against Quentin's hold, apparently ticklish.

"You asked about electricity," he remembers.

[magician_king]

"Next time, I'll zap you."

He promises, and reaches for the blankets, grabbing a corner and tweaking them to come up over Jedao's toes, for warmth.

"If you ever want to do it again."

[ninefox]

"Yes, please," he says promptly, although he hopes he won't need it this badly for a while.

"You'll stay with me? You said you'd - want to."

[magician_king]

"If you told me that for your emotional health you needed me to leave you alone right now I could probably wait outside the bedroom door, but I might have to press my ear against it."

He says, and strokes his hair back once more.

"What do you want more of? Chocolate, water?"

[ninefox]

"Just keep holding me," Jedao says, because that's all he wants, really, and he presses his face against Quentin's chest as he takes slow breathes.

"Did you - why did you pick that, for the end?"

[magician_king]

"Felt right."

He says, and squeezes the nape of his neck, eyes closing, cheek resting against the top of his head.

"Didn't know in advance."

[ninefox]

"It was," he says softly, quiet enough almost to be a whisper.

[magician_king]

"Yeah?"

He asks, and nuzzles the top of his head.

"It felt like it. Felt like the universe went just right."

suicidal ideation

[ninefox]

"You didn't quite ask, and I didn't tell you."

He stumbles through it now, because they didn't just brush up against it, they slid right through it, perfect as threading a needle. Jedao's defenses are all as far down as they go, and Quentin has a right to whatever Jedao can tell him, to more than pinpoint confirmation.

"You almost saw once, with my gun - it's not hurting myself really. But it's calming too, sometimes. Just to - hold it, put it against my jaw. To pretend I might. Only it doesn't work as well, since I've actually died here. But then you - and it felt - it felt like everything."

[magician_king]

He squeezes him, a tiny bit tighter, taking comfort in just having him safe in his arms, just for right now.

"So does your universe talk about depression? Or is it in the box with the other genuine fears and vulnerabilities?"

[ninefox]

"It's - I'm not sure? Sometimes we have different words for things." In the case of echo damage. Or no words, in the case of whatever Mikodez pretends not to have.