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outerfringe) wrote2022-08-25 03:40 am
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[One day David simply stops appearing by the fire with the rest of them, and Jeff does his very best to be relieved for him. There are only two real possible reasons for that, right? Either he'd actually died for real, or he'd managed to find a way back home- and either way, it meant that he was out of this place. Jeff tries to be happy for him, and for the most part, he is.
He doesn't think about David at all the first day after he wakes up on the cold floor of the Ormond resort, back stiff and jacket crusted with frost. Instead he's too busy finding his way back to town, organizing arrangements to make it home. His apartment key no longer works, he recognizes none of his neighbors, but his bank account was still somehow in alright standing.
Jeff finds a new place. He does not find a new dog.
He feels weird about creating a Facebook account just to check for David, but he does it anyway. When that comes up fruitless, he thinks a lot about the conversations the two of them had while tucked close together in the dark. Wonders if David would even want to be found by someone like him, to be faced with a reminder of the time they'd spent doing everything they could to simply survive.
Jeff tries to paint but can't seem to pull himself out of severe blacks and reds. Tries to catch up on the music he'd missed from the bands he'd loved but it fails to soothe him the way it had before. He considers a therapist, and then decides that he'd be locked away the second he was candid enough for someone to actually help him.
So he packs some things, books a flight. Finds himself at his fifth seedy pub in three days without much hope - except this time when he says he's looking for David King, the big guy by the bar makes a point of sizing him up. Jeff sets his shoulders, frowns and promises that he's an old friend, but it doesn't seem to affect much the scowl on the guy's face. He says something (that Jeff completely misses, he can barely understand a goddamn thing when people here are drunk and loud), but seems to indicate for him to wait.
Which he does. He parks on a stool with a drink, assumes his most unapproachable aura, and waits. He doesn't know who he's expecting to appear, but it's not David.
There's not a chance it would actually be that simple.]
He doesn't think about David at all the first day after he wakes up on the cold floor of the Ormond resort, back stiff and jacket crusted with frost. Instead he's too busy finding his way back to town, organizing arrangements to make it home. His apartment key no longer works, he recognizes none of his neighbors, but his bank account was still somehow in alright standing.
Jeff finds a new place. He does not find a new dog.
He feels weird about creating a Facebook account just to check for David, but he does it anyway. When that comes up fruitless, he thinks a lot about the conversations the two of them had while tucked close together in the dark. Wonders if David would even want to be found by someone like him, to be faced with a reminder of the time they'd spent doing everything they could to simply survive.
Jeff tries to paint but can't seem to pull himself out of severe blacks and reds. Tries to catch up on the music he'd missed from the bands he'd loved but it fails to soothe him the way it had before. He considers a therapist, and then decides that he'd be locked away the second he was candid enough for someone to actually help him.
So he packs some things, books a flight. Finds himself at his fifth seedy pub in three days without much hope - except this time when he says he's looking for David King, the big guy by the bar makes a point of sizing him up. Jeff sets his shoulders, frowns and promises that he's an old friend, but it doesn't seem to affect much the scowl on the guy's face. He says something (that Jeff completely misses, he can barely understand a goddamn thing when people here are drunk and loud), but seems to indicate for him to wait.
Which he does. He parks on a stool with a drink, assumes his most unapproachable aura, and waits. He doesn't know who he's expecting to appear, but it's not David.
There's not a chance it would actually be that simple.]
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[ the whole fucking year after was just picking up the scraps of his life while trying to figure out what to do with his memories of the fog. people asked where he'd been and he told them not to worry about it, and even the rare subset who cared tried not to push because they could see the way he'd changed. harrowed was the word rik liked to use. but he went back to his old work, back to his old flat, and the more dead social media accounts he found with familiar names, the better he got at wearing a costume of his old self. ]
[ so, needless to say, when he gets a call that there's "some beardy american" looking for him, jeff is literally the last person he expects when he comes in and greets the bartender with a broad "who's the poor sod lookin' to scrap then?" ]
[ it stops him in his tracks when they point him in jeff's direction and david sees his face. christ, he missed that face. over a year and david still thinks about him more than anyone else. his eyes start to sting and he takes a deep breath before he walks on over and forces a grin onto his face. ]
They told me it was an American looking for me.
[ he's doing his best to tone his accent back down for jeff's benefit, but it's been a long time since he had to do that either. it doesn't come naturally anymore. ]
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But now David's there, and there's a sudden ringing in Jeff's ears so loud he wonders if he's been hit over the head with another bottle.
He stares at David, stunned and mute, before he finally manages:]
I'm still from Canada.
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Yeah, yeah I know. That's--
[ he swallows, staying focused on this poor attempt at humour to keep himself afloat. there's too many questions otherwise, too many things he'd buried deep that he can feel already gripping at his ankles to pull him under. ]
I thought it was funny.
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[There are people looking at them. Watching, if lazily, like they're hoping to see the two of them get antagonistic. Jeff tries to talk again and suddenly, desperately wishes he'd prepared at all what he wanted to say.]
I'm glad. That you're alright. [His tongue feels like sandpaper. David might have looked away, but Jeff can't stop staring.] We couldn't be sure.
[But that's as much as he'll say while they're in public, might be too much already. He wonders if this was a mistake.]
-you got time for a drink? In town for a couple more days if there's better timing.
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[ he starts and stops just as abruptly, so deeply unsure of himself. eyes on him are nothing new, but right now david feels exposed, deeply and painfully aware of himself. ]
I've got time.
[ david smiles, and turns to go order a pair of ales, dismissing the bartender's questions before they're even out of his mouth. all he has space on his mind for is trying to figure out what to say to jeff, desperately trying to cobble words together in his head to tell jeff how much he missed him. anything except acting like this was all fine and normal, the way he was hardwired to. ]
[ there's a table that's free. or it is after david fixes the occupants with a harsh "clear off" and they take their drinks and hastily scurry away — benefits of a venue where he's a known element, he supposes — and he gestures for jeff to join him once he's set the drinks down. it's just slightly harder for nosey bastards to listen in this way. ]
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Jeff joins him, taking the ale with a grateful mumble, and uses inspecting it to hide the sudden burn in his eyes. Fuck, alright. That wouldn't do. How many hours had they spent curled into each other? How many times had Jeff allowed himself to be vulnerable and come out fine?
He swallows a mouthful of the ale, and then a second.]
Didn't know how to ask. If you'd wanna be found. So... hey.
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I looked for you. I looked for all of you.
[ that comes out suddenly too, before david's even aware of the words forming in his mind they're out of his mouth like an apology. he knows rationally he hasn't done anything wrong, but he still feels guilty. maybe he should've listened more to élodie, then he could've found a way to get jeff out of there-- to get them all out of there. ]
[ he looks down at his glass, taps his fingers on the side of it with a frown. and then when he looks back at jeff it's with half a tired smile. ]
Fuckin' insane finding Yun-Jin's Instagram after that.
[ photos of her and the trickster. smiling, posing at events. that was weird to scroll through knowing where they both were now. ]
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Jake left right after you. Then Claudette. Ash and Cheryl a little while before me. No one really knew...
[Had they just given up? Was the Entity losing its hold on them for some unseen reason? Jeff shakes his head, figures David can probably piece it together.
He takes a breath, tries to look amused.]
I found a yearbook with most of Legion in it. Fucking weird, man.
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causing insane discourse on redditfloating about now? ][ that was too much. this is almost too much and for the most part it's... good? yeah. no more killer talk or thoughts, just whatever's going on here. ]
... I can't believe you actually went around askin' for me.
[ he says it with a small laugh, leaning back in his chair, but there's a bit of concern in there too. it's not like david hangs around with the most reputable of people. ]
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[But the extremely casual way he says this fails to share the fact that he's not been back very long at all, how much he's been struggling since the moment he woke up. Jeff had always felt like an outsider, but now he feels like a ghost in this world.
He takes a long pull of his drink, mirroring David's from earlier, and shakes his head when the glass drops back to the tabletop. It's actually stupid that after everything they've been through, this still manages to make his throat clog uncomfortably.
Jeff doesn't know how to say that he was expecting to lay a memory to rest- not to actually find him.
He suddenly looks like he's ready to stand.]
Sorry, man. Butting in out of my depth.
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[ it comes out panicked, rushed, david sitting up straight and reaching to grab jeff's arm the second it looks like he might be getting up. doesn't quite make contact, his brain butts in that if he touches jeff and he's solid then this is real. everything he went through is real in a way he can't just put in a box and push aside. jeff is real, and if he leaves then david's really just gone and let another good man slip through his fingers. ]
[ he doesn't know if he can handle that, not yet, but he knows he can't handle just letting him just get up walk away. ]
[ and honestly the idea kind of pisses him off. what he wants to do is tell jeff how much he missed him, but anger's easier than it ever has been for david and once there's that first spark of it, it's impossible not to follow it. he leans toward the other man, elbow on the table. ]
You're just gonna leave? After everything-- After getting on a fucking plane and asking around half the city? "Well David's alive, guess I'll fuck off then" like you're just having a peep in on someone's pet?
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Today the anger helps. A little, at least - David wouldn't be angry about him leaving if he wanted him gone, and so he doesn't push the issue. Just settles back in his seat, one hand up, palm out apologetically.]
Alright, no, yeah.
[There's an implicit apology there when Jeff tries to meet his eyes.]
Just got worried I was - overstepping. I didn't think I'd actually be able to find you. Glad I did, just-
[A breath.]
I didn't prepare. It's been a long time.
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Year and a half, thereabouts. I found, uh... Some unsolved mystery bullshit about Ormond, found your name in the liner notes for a few bands-- that gave me headaches, by the way.
[ that part he says with a small breath of a laugh, but when he looks at jeff it's with an expression that's just kind of sad. ]
After a while of nothing I gave up. Maybe it was just some kinda fucked up dream and I spent those years in some sicko's basement or some shit, I dunno.
[ he figures he doesn't need to tell jeff the natural conclusion there; that david halfway convinced himself he never existed in the first place. ]
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[The passage of time is still an extremely strange concept. His old job wasn't there, but he'd been able to stretch out what savings he had. He's picked up little jobs freelancing, tapped a few old connections who'd wondered where he'd gone. The only answer he had known how to give was "off the grid."
He rubs at his face, tries this again.]
Can't believe I crossed an ocean to find you and you immediately start shitting on my friends' bands. Wow. I really am leaving.
[He really isn't.]
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[ that's easier, especially in public. david smirks and gestures to jeff's empty glass on the table. ]
Bought you a drink first.
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[Jeff ducks his head with a laugh.]
Think your friends are wondering who the hell I am.
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[ that's his opinion. he doesn't even like these guys anyway. he'd rather spend his time talking to jeff than navigating that whole situation. ]
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[He's trying so hard to be casual and dismissive, joking. Jovial. These are just two guys catching up after a long time apart.]
You want a refill?
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[ he smiles, and it's kinda awkward but they both are right now. david doesn't really know what to do about that. ]
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Get shitfaced and go for a walk?
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Sounds better than whatever this is.
[ it's uncomfortable is what it is. it's driving him insane. ]
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Y'all do shots in Manchester?
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'Course.
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why am i so fond of them
because they're a ridiculous pair of awkward gay fools
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unrelated but pls tell me this dumb convo is funny to you too https://i.imgur.com/zuQhcdZ.png
LOL that's great. even if lore retconned their meeting for some reason
me & my minor gripes about the way they've retconned legion things: an essay
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