psychopath | IC contact post for somarium

[so around 3, maybe 4, this text comes on in from oswald (even though he should still be ignoring him, all things considered!!):]

I've thought about it for a while, but... no, this isn't your problem I suppose, though you should know: a young lady used a card today when she was with me. Unfortunately, it made her fall in love with me - if you see her outside our home, don't mind her too much.

[he's camped out in the library looking like a man who doesn't know what he's doing in life. alternatively he looks like he could use a really long nap, according to the lovely receptionist staring at him from across the room, but heyyy. what can you do?? he thought he'd at least tell jack, right?]

[jack had been busy sulking in his room, tbh. oswald had refused to pay attention to him since that match, and jack is not the kind of person who can stand being ignored for long without shutting himself away to cope with it.

so, when he reads oswald's text, his immediate thought is oh my god you were with someone else??? jack's heart falls through his stomach and kills the butterflies there, rip fluttershies, he curls up on the bed and buries his face in the nearest pillow.

RING RING PICK UP YOU TRAITOR]

[no... no, this isn't what he wanted, what is jack doing?? oswald looks around the library and decides it's fine to answer, which he does after the second ring. (his ringtone is chirping birds, hehe, cute.)

he's prepared. prepared as is in, he turned the volume down so that no one would heard jack yell if that's what awaits him.] --Jack? [he questions like, hello darling what did i do now?

other than the obvious, of course.]

So it isn't any of my business when someone else falls in love with you, is that right.

[jack isn't yelling, fortunately. unfortunately, jack isn't yelling, his tone is pretty much quiet and hurt and oh god he's going to put grape tomatoes in your underwear drawer, oswald, so help him-]

Edited (oops ) 2013-05-28 05:57 (UTC)

[he sighs though. he would follow oswald anyway...]

Fine. I won't kill her. What does she look like?

...your words, not mine. [he says as he sort of starts closing the hoard of books he accumulated, hhhm. he just said it wasn't jack's problem, he doesn't get how that's conditional to it not being his business.] It's your business because we're together, so I told you.

[but oswald's going to be the one taking care of it.

so,] She has short, dark hair and purple eyes - she's an honest girl. [persistent, too.] Cheerful and smart, too.

[the way he's saying it though... it comes out like there's something about her that irks the crap out of him (there is, always), even if he keeps it to himself. he doesn't dislike her, but he isn't going to love her like that either. ugh.]

[he's paranoid, okay. normal yandere behavior. but jack is temporarily mollified, anyway, he'd like it better if he was with oswald atm. he might whine about it later.]

...and how did she find out you live here? [there's a long pause.] I'm not threatened, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. What's her name? Where are you? What've you been doing? Are you still ignoring me? Oswaaaald.

[yyyyeah there it is, the whining. IT BEGINS.]

[sounds like those questions all go from her to him like jack has split priorities, he sees. oswald finishes closing a l l the books and stands up, ready to put them back where he found them.]

She hasn't yet... [he was calling to say it just in case she did lol he's surrounded by weirdos. he picks his books up and heads off towards the bookshelves aw yea.] Her name is Lenalee... and I'm about to leave the library. I was looking something up... Why?

[there's no need to whine, he sounds like a child. strange that he'll take it from jack, but not from anyone else.]

I miss you!

[he says, plaintively, rolling around on the sheets and really, really wanting to look this lenalee whelp up and probably teach her a lesson. or two. he did just say he wasn't going to kill her...

jack pouts magnificently at the dreamberry, too bad oswald can't see it.]

What'd you tell her?

I miss you, too. [simply, just because he does. that doesn't mean he's going to go see him right now, or as jack wants. he circles the isles quickly though, sticking books in as he goes along.

...? what did he tell her?]

...not much of anything, really. We spoke for a while and then I had to go. [he's not mentioning a lot though, no need to give jack he full story, instead opting for this. she's in love with him and he doesn't love her, they just met wow, but he didn't want to see her cry so he kept his tongue under wraps.

it's because of a card that she was like that, so he can't fault her. he might even see her again to indulge her for the time being; she's dependent on it and oswald doesn't like guilt.]

[oh, oh, oswald misses him too, jack pretty much waits for five minutes before realising that just because he says it doesn't mean oswald wants to see him right that instant.

aw.

jack tugs his blanket up and over his head.]

You're going to see her again, aren't you?

Possibly. If she wants to see me again, I'll go - until the card wears off, it's all I can do.

[kinda like how he indulges alice?'s little quirks here and there, he's going to do the same for her until she comes to her senses. it's not much different from jack's indulging, so he thinks little of it.

--isn't he supposed to be ignoring jack? he slides the last book in and wonders.]

...you don't want me to?

[of course he doesn't, there's klaxons going off in his head, nononono.gif, etc, you can't do this to him oswald, you can't see anyone else because she'll probably hang off your arm or be all cozy and jack is terrifyingly jealous and,

and. brusquely,]

Do what you want. [is this how oswald felt when jack was teasing vanessa...what an uncomfortable feeling. it makes him feel really bad, especially when oswald's ignoring him, but that one was his own fault so he supposes he has to suffer for it.] But please, Oswald, don't ignore me for much longer...I'm sorry.

[oh she's going to be cozy all right, but oswald will think about what to do with all of that later. right now he's more thinking on getting home to change - nessie got him wet again, his clothes smell like lakewater - so that he can be warm and dry oops. the books are taken care of and he's on the way out, being dry his next form of business.

and,] I will. [he planned on doing what he wanted to do no matter what jack said.

though wowww jack's apologizing, really. he stops mid-summon once he's outside, pauuusing.] ...what are you sorry for?

[just so he's sure that jack understands.]

[wow what is he a truant child!!

well okay in a way he is. he's well aware though that he probably needs oswald a lot more than oswald needs him so, well,] For not thinking about how you'd feel when I do stupid things.

[jack laughs weakly, evening out into a sigh, feeling very sorry, for what he did, and for himself. if this was what guilt always felt like he wanted no part of it ever, but he's learning it and he can't unlearn it and this sucks royally.]

[...well that's not really all there is to it, but it's close enough. for all of a couple of minutes there's nothing but the crackle of fire and then there's oswald's boots hitting the floor of his bedroom p hard. well, he's fine, raven's been called back.

...right, answering jack. he chalks up his voice somewhere under that next time, i walk,] ...don't do it again, then.

[he says quietly, slipping over to his dresser to start pulling dry clothes out, nevermind that it shouldn'tve been done in the first place.]

Mhmm. [he jolts when he hears oswald's boots, having listened to them for like the past week since oswald didn't want him in the same room, and he quickly sits up.]

Can I—

[see you now dies in his throat and he flumps back into his bed and cocoons himself in the blankets, ugh does he hate being ignored, he really does.]

I love you, okay? Don't stay out too late with that girl. [he says, instead, he'd like to say that it doesn't affect him but it does but whatever, oswald does really does what he wants. jack had no right to tell him otherwise.

damn he's going to devour a basket of oranges later :[ stress eating and all. and instead of ending the call right then and there like a sulky child he'll just throw his dreamberry right into the wall opposite his bed like an angrily sulky child, how about that.]

Edited (IM SO DONE WITH U HTML) 2013-05-28 13:43 (UTC)

...--?

[w...ow, can jack just not?? oswald gives him all of five minutes to breathe and scream into a pillow like an angrily sulky child or whatever the heck he does before he texts him again after having changed his pants, working on his shirt.]

I was going to say yes, but if you insist on acting like a child I'm going to assume you don't want to see me.

[says he of the ended conversation and I-can't-get-my-arm-through-this-sleeve-why, grabbing his shirt and finding the hole, there, done, he kinda wants to go waistcoatless so he decides to do just that, buttoning on up and looking for not wet boots. orz. he leaves his dreamberry on top of the dresser, not even worried.]

oswald ive pleaded to spend time with u for the past week
and u said no every time
what am i supposed to think?

[sent ten minutes after, jack has now decided to take a blanket and pillows hostage and stow himself away under his bed. he's sulking mightily, look at him go. thirty seconds after that:]

i dont even want u to go to her but i know u dont want to make her cry because ur like that so
i just

im jealous.

[gold star for that sad attempt at being socially graceful, jack.]

Edited (late night edits) 2013-05-28 15:24 (UTC)

[looks like a whole lot of excuses, but oswald has found his boots by then and gives this a once-over, a liiittle bit displeased still, but. nothing he can do.]

You're supposed to ask anyway. [like the bullheaded boy you are, he means.

but anyway,] What are you jealous of? I don't see it, Jack - I'm yours and I don't love her at all. I don't plan on playing around.

[he doesn't do stupid things like call outings with friends dates because he's an uptight guy who thinks that's wrong and reeks of cheater cheater pumpkin eater in the worst way possible. gross things he'll never do, the book tbh. his boots go on and he's up off the bed and heading out of his room, en route to jack's.]

Edited 2013-05-28 15:49 (UTC)

I know I shouldnt be jealous but I am, okay, oswald, I cant help it, every time we fight I get so scared that you'll get fed up.

[pumpkin eaters, etc. jack would probably throw up before he cheats on oswald, ok. relationships man, how do they work? he fumbles with the send button and takes a deep breath and wonders where on earth that charisma he had projected so effortlessly had gone.

jack squints at the light of the dreamberry under the blanket and curls up, feeling a little colder.]

can i still see you then?

[oswald doesn't answer through text. he goes straight to jack's room and opens the door, standing there for a moment. really??]

Of course, come here--

[sir hide under the bed, oswald slides his dreamberry into his pocket and waits for the man cocooned in pillows and a blanket to slip out from under there.]

You've nothing to fear... I'm not going to leave you.

[jack slowly pokes his head from underneath his bed, looking up at oswald upside-down.]

You can't leave me, all right, you can't unless you manage to die or something.

[he says, finally crawling out from under the bed, blanket-cape around his head and shoulders, taking barefoot steps towards oswald.] And even then.

[dying is as easy as it is back home here. which is to say, it's not at all, but it's certainly possible. oswald doesn't tell jack that because he doesn't want to upset him even more.

the things he'd endure to keep jack from worrying too much.]

...even then.

[he says back, leaning against the doorframe for a moment longer before righting himself and sighing, arms crossed and body language closed off.]

I won't leave you. [oswald gets out again, dropping his hands at his side and looking at jack like really, he looks like the most not scary bed monster in the world and oswald reaches out to bring him into his arms, blanket cape and all.]

[jack immediately throws his arms around oswald's shoulders, burying his face in oswald's shoulder like it's home. (it is.) he relaxes against oswald and everything feels right again, like the world is going to be okay.

the blanket falls down to the floor and jack nuzzles into him, quiet and faintly desperate and oswald, you have been missed. a lot.]

[oswald wraps his arms around him tight and secure and warm, face pressed against the side of jack's head. he wanted to keep the blanket up and around.jack, but that's fine-- he likes this, too, and kisses jack's head because he hasn't in a while.

eventually,] ...better? [fingers winding around jack's hair, keeping close.]

[ There you are, Jack. He's finally found you, and he's already not happy to see you, arms all crossed and lips coiled into a small frown. ]

[what is it a crime now to nap under trees???]

You know, you're going to get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.

As if I'll live long enough to see them.

[ What's with your older guys napping under trees, it's weird. ]

I know you're going to hear about it anyway, so I'm here to tell you that Oswald and I are going to the zoo this weekend.

[ Which means you're coming along, even if uninvited, probably. You see where he's going with this. ]

Naturally, brat, I'd probably still be in this twenty-four year old body seventy years from now.

[he was going to stick out his tongue but then leo lays that on him and jack really does have to smile. it's an oily kind of smile.]

What, like a date? He's too old for you!

[ Brat? A date?! He's just going to throw that book he's had tucked under his arm at your face right about now. ]

You're really disgusting, you know? Maybe you should just stay here.

[jack...jack didnt expect that, he didn't know leo could be so fast so yeah he's beaned right in the forehead.]

You really should work on your invitations, o small and angry one, [he manages to say, dazed, help his forehead is going to be sore for a while...] but that's very nice of you.

[ Picking up his novel with a huff then, to close and brush off its cover. ]

I'm not doing it to be nice, and you haven't any place to criticize my how I conduct my social dealings, okay? You're going to show up regardless of whether I'd like you to or not, so I might as well plan for it.

Well, it's not like I can impale you again or anything in a zoo, good heavens.

[jack rubs his forehead ruefully.] Who else is coming?

[ why do you always bring that up Jack.

s i g h . ]

[ Shakes his head. ]

It's nothing to do with that, I just don't like you. [ Said almost too kindly, of course. He smiles. ] I've extended invitation to those in the house, and a few others.

Ummm, Mister Jack! Do you have a moment! It's Lizzie.

Oh, good heavens, call me Jack-- can I help you with something?

O- Of course. Ummmm, it's just. I was wondering! If you were free tomorrow...

Oh- I suppose, yes.

[he hums a little.]

Does my big sister want a date?

[SCARLET FLUSH ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HER NECK, it's a good thing she's not recording her face. She sputters a bit, though.]

It's not that! I wanted to invite you over! My big brother's birthday is tomorrow and I'm going to make it the best party I possibly can, with cakes and streamers and fencing and good things! And since he's so solemn I thought that I should invite my friends, so that someone could come to see him. I thought it would be lovely to have you come, too.

[you should get used to this lizzie THIS IS THE JACK EXPERIENCE]

Oh, good heavens, I'll help with the preparations, then! Have you a motif? Colors? What sort of cake? You're such a thoughtful sister.

Well I wanted to rely heavily on green, for the nostalgia of his college days... Blues and yellows also, I think! And white. I already have many streamers and things like that stashed away in my bedroom... [Ehehe.] I thought it would be nice to have some orange gladiolus flowers for him, if I can go out and find them. I was hoping I might duel with him and then present him with his gift after our match. Mostly, though, the motif is very much love and celebration! It's going to sparkle!

The cake won't be baked until morning. I'm going to get up extra early. I need some maraschino cherries for it, though.

I can help with the flowers and the cherries and-

[he breathes in audibly,] Goodness! I'll be able to see you fight, that'd be incredible!

Oh, it'd only be a mock match.

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