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Edwin Courcey ([personal profile] cradlingalight) wrote2024-01-03 05:12 pm
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what it says on the tin, I'll pretty this up eventually...
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[personal profile] salamanca 2024-01-11 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Lalo is actively ashamed. It's one of the only things capable of causing him shame; he's pretty impervious to embarrassment in most situations. But this... this is different.

Which means that, in most situations, Edwin's stillness and timidity would net him nothing more than an eyeroll and a small snort... and the dissipation of Lalo's interest. He has little reason to go out of his way to harass Edwin, right now, and timid people don't often sustain his interest for long anyway. Lalo isn't really the type of evil that gets off on bothering random strangers, anyway.

But he's disgusted with himself. This place keeps putting urges in him that he doesn't want to follow. He keeps thinking about his Tio. Taking his feelings of shame and self-loathing out on Edwin feels like a good enough way to vent his feelings as any.

"Yeah? You sure about that? Hm?" There's ice in Lalo's tone, and in his veins. He steps towards Edwin, poking him in the chest.

The venom is directed as much towards himself as Edwin, but it might not look like that from the outside. Perhaps it seems like he's just being petty. He certainly can be at times.
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[personal profile] salamanca 2024-01-29 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Lalo snorts and shakes his head. Maybe, there's the just the faintest roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, okay."

He's not sure if he believes that or not. There's definitely a slight undercurrent of mockery in his voice, like he thinks Edwin might be still lying. But he can tell when a conversation is going nowhere. He surveys Edwin, before turning back to the sink. He's clearly lost interest, or at least it seems that way right now. But then a word appears again. On Lalo's mirror.

It's there long enough for Edwin to see it, although whether or not he will understand its significance will depend on if he speaks Spanish. If he does, he'll recognize it as a Mexican slur for a gay or effeminate man. Lalo, seemingly calm, slams his fist into the mirror in a sudden rage.

Glass shatters. Lalo's blood drips all over the sink. He closes his eyes and shakes his fist, wincing and exhaling. Fuck.
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[personal profile] keita 2024-01-06 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
A wristwatch.

[ The way Keita pronounces the word, all sharp edges, makes it fairly clear what he thinks of that. He doesn’t care for any of this, in fact—not the watch, not the circumstances of their arrival, not the fact that his head feels like mud. It makes it much more difficult to keep his wits about him.

With a sigh, Keita sits up as well and draws his robe as tightly closed as he can manage before cinching the belt around his waist. ]


I’ve yet to get up and explore, but I don’t believe our clothes are anywhere to be found either. [ He rubs at his forehead, then sighs and turns a somewhat wry smile in Edwin’s direction. ] I believe we have a challenge ahead of us, Mr. Courcey.
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[personal profile] keita 2024-01-10 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
...Ah. So you didn't.

[ How foolish—it normally takes Keita longer than this to slip up. He'll blame it on the headache, and on the ridiculousness of their current position, and... well, on himself, for not being cautious enough. ]

I apologize, it ordinarily... There's usually a bit more lead-up into it than this. [ He rubs at his temple again, this time out of frustration with himself moreso than due to a headache. ] It's that you—well, you intended to tell me your name. Just after I told you mine—which, incidentally, is Mori.

[ That's what happens, when so many futures are muddled up as memories in the back of your mind. ]

I have a bad habit of that, you see. Responding to the thing you meant to say instead of the thing you said.
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[personal profile] keita 2024-01-11 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fair enough, honestly. It's a difficult thing for many to believe; Keita is plenty used to skepticism. ]

I am... what I suppose many would call clairvoyant. I can see any number of possible futures that might arise from the decisions that one may or may not make. Not only you, but anyone around me.

[ Edwin just happens to be the closest to Keita right now, which means his futures are the easiest for Keita to remember.

The first time Keita told anyone about this gift, he had been standing at the foot of an enormous, uprooted pear tree; the second time he had been at the top of the stairs, teetering on the precipice of being pushed. Being semi-nude and in bed with a stranger still manages to be his least favorite of the scenarios. ]


I imagine you'll have a difficult time believing it right now, but I assure you I am just as unwilling a guest in this place as yourself.
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[personal profile] keita 2024-01-16 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Understandably.

[ Resigned, Keita crosses his legs as if to make room for Edwin to pass through, never mind that he's going around the bed and not across it. Maybe it's just that the room is small enough that it feels like moving his legs is helping.

As he watches Edwin look through the basket on the shelf, Keita runs his mind across several possible futures, ones that might prove to Edwin that he is who he says he is. Eventually what he settles on is, ]


Your watch has a clothing voucher stored on it, and if you visit— [ He pauses, brow furrowing briefly as he focuses. ] A clothing store in the marketplace, two down on the left. There will be something there to suit you. Trousers and shirtsleeves and—two waistcoats, but one of them will remind you a bit too much of your... brother, I believe.

[ It's harder to think through these things here than it had been, at home. Never did Keita think he would wish for the relative ease of tracing a future through the air. ]

That is, unless the loud man with red hair decides to make a ruckus at the entryway to the Nest instead of in the lobby.

[ There. Take what you will of that, Edwin. ]
keita: (calm | 001)

[personal profile] keita 2024-01-22 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Then they'll close the entryway briefly to deal with him, and you'll be distracted by something else before it reopens. [ Keita sighs. ] That's a rather unlikely future, I admit.

[ To close off the entire entryway of the Nest would take quite a ruckus indeed, considering its size and relative importance to the resort. But for the sake of proving the point, Keita felt it prudent to provide all possible outcomes of that particular branch. ]