IT'S 1 AM, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR NOAH IS?

[halfcocked]

[nope! in fact you probably haven't seen him all day. THAT'S unusual, but not cause for concern.

if, though, you happen to be out far from camp late tonight, and if you were to pick up on and follow the sounds of miserable moaning, you might stumble upon him curled up next to the barrier, propped up weakly on one elbow and shivering, hand pressed to his mouth like he might have just gotten sick . . . all day. or tried to, at the very least.

he is not very responsive.]




(( OPEN TO ANYONE IT CONCERNS, fallout from Jasdero disappearing. if you want it to concern you then go ahead and be concerned :|d open forever! ))

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[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[muffled] I thought you couldn't sing.

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[ignoring that] Do you want water?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I guess so. [leans]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[leaning over to get the water left by Castor, without moving away as much as possible]

Here. Drink slowly.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[sits up and settles against Hakuren's side, heavily, drinking kind of slowly but not really that slowly]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[keeping an eye on him, rubbing his back a little :|]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[looks ill for a moment when he finishes, but it passes.]

Nnngh . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[well, there's not much point in asking how you feel, so just takes the cup back and sets it aside]

Do you want to try getting some sleep?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[looking at his hands, quiet] Uh--can I use your shower?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

Of course. Take your time.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[gets unsteadily to his feet and heads into the bathroom he probably keeps towels and a toothbrush in there by now anyway

and returns after a long time, clean and brushed and in a towel, looking less sick and nasty but very tired and worn out]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[has been getting the bed ready, with the covers turned back and everything, with a bedroll on the ground made up; looks up when Devit enters]

... sleep will do you some good, I think.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[blinks at the bedroll tiredly] Yeah . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[guiding Devit back to the bed, then, and pushing him to get him to sit down, at least] Go ahead, then. Bishop Castor has promised no one will bother you while you're here.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[sits down, and tugs on Hakuren's arm, trying to get him to sit down too] It's embarrassing, shit--

. . . What'll I do now?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[sits beside him] You'll get by, somehow. It'll be hard, but--you've done it once, you can do it again.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[leans on] Goddammit--this sucks! This isn't fair! Things were really good! Everything I want is here! I don't wanna go home! I just want him to come back!

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[wraps a careful arm around his shoulders :x] He still might. People come to this place on a fairly regular basis--you never know ...

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[presses against him heavily :(] He has to! He'll find me, right?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[rubbing his arm a little |<] I'm sure he will. He's you, after all.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[sniffles, but is mostly relaxed, tired] Sort of . . . he's him and I'm me . . . but we're both we . . .

. . . You're gonna stay in the bed, right?

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

... Do you want me to?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[embarrassed] . . . Yeah . . . I promise I'm not gonna turn you into a kitten . . . I just don't sleep good by myself. Jasdero . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[quiet, still rubbing his arm]

... All right.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[looks up at him, embarrassed and grateful |<] Uh--can I borrow some pants? I'll give 'em back this time . . .