IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[credere]

"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."

[magician_king]

He walks him the rest of the way there, heart in his throat, and clears his throat when he gets to the panel.

"You can- program in whatever you'd like. Here."

Tapping it with the chip to wake the room up.

[credere]

"Thank you. Um."

He still doesn't know how to express 'this is all kind of fucked up and I really don't know how to reassure you that it's okay' except how Rey taught him, so he leans in for a quick but meaningful hug.

[magician_king]

Quentin gasps, and folds into his shoulder, hanging on tight for a heartbeat, relieved and warm and okay again, as long as Credence promises.

"Come find me. Whenever. I'll wait for you, okay?"

[credere]

"Okay," he mumbles, and draws back just a little. His eyes are red and a bit wetter, but his expression calmer. "Th-thank you."

[magician_king]

"You too."

He says, and backs off a few steps, then turns reluctantly to go, leaving him to the enclosure, going to go find a private corner to curl into.