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Room 408, Monday Morning
Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the formerly handsome starving artist descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of nothing in particular, attempting for all he was worth to fly under the radar of Clan Akkaba, and wielder of mysterious powers which he resented deeply and constantly battled to suppress, woke up this morning.

And before he did anything else, his hands flew to his face where, to his great dismay, he felt very little. He felt an emptiness under bandages, some vague pressure and warmth of the psionic flame that had destroyed his chest and lower jaw, and nothing more. No throat, no chin, no lips. And, as his fingers trailed upward from bandage to skin, he could feel the delicate spiderweb of burn-scars over flesh, just as they had been before the weekend.

If Jono could be ill, he might have been, just then.

As it stood, he gave his head a small shake, closing his eyes and fighting back the sudden, desperate need to scream. A psionic shout wouldn't be half as satisfying as the words he'd been speaking just yesterday, even if most of them made no sense. He turned slightly, just enough to pound his fist hard against the wall. It hurt, it was a stupid thing to do, but in that moment it had been all he could do, and almost satisfying. Still, nothing could be as satisfying as the feel of lips against lips, of holding people he cared for close to his chest and...

... And...

//Bloody hell, I slept with Jean... And Beka. And Elena.// A beat. //And Didi. Twice.//

Huh.

He allowed himself to dwell on that fact for a moment more, and then, with a psionic sigh and a shake of his head, he started to get himself ready for class. And if he wound his bandages up a little higher on his face than usual today, and walked with a bit of a self-conscious slouch as though he was trying to just curl away into himself and disappear... What of it?

[Jono kinda needed an aftermath post, and I won't be about in the morning to tack one up, so I stayed up until midnight my time to post this. Yes, I'm insane. Establishy, really, but open if people don't mind slowplay to a massive degree. I'm going to bed now.]

living_endless

2009-12-07 04:50 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi -- looking rather shorter, paler, and altogether less exotically beautiful than she had been the day before -- tapped lightly on Jono's door. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she hadn't drawn on her eye makeup.

She'd been a wee bit preoccupied while she got ready. Didi understood weird problems; she was fantastic at weird problems. This just ... wasn't your normal weird problem.

And she'd slept with him. Twice.

Did it count if it wasn't even really either of their bodies?

"Jono?" she asked the door. "It's ... me. Regular me."

furnaceface

2009-12-07 07:13 pm (UTC) (Link)

Her. Regular her, at his door, and here he was, wanting to just say to hell with today entirely and go back to bed and perhaps stay there for a month or so.

He could, at that. It wasn't as though he had to eat. Or breathe. Or much of anything, really.

Instead, he opened the door a little.

//Mrrn'n.//

Yes, it was apparently quite possible to mumble with your brain.

living_endless

2009-12-07 07:26 pm (UTC) (Link)

"You just mumbled with your brain," Didi informed him, looking a little worried. "Are you going to be okay?"

furnaceface

2009-12-07 09:19 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon's reply was... Well. It was a shrug. Which was a step down from mumbling, really, wasn't it?

He gave answering another shot.

//I suppose I've got to be, don't I?// He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then kind of leaned against the doorframe, which was quite interesting this morning, and so he was going to just look at that for a while. //I'm a rotten bloody plonker, Didi.//

living_endless

2009-12-08 12:50 am (UTC) (Link)

"You weren't in your right mind, Jono," Didi said with a tug on her hair. She stepped back to let him have the doorframe to himself. "I don't exactly feel fucking awesome about everything I did, either."

Then she realized what he might think she meant and added, "-- not that. That's -- different, but can we just not talk about it yet?"

She'd assumed she might well sleep with him someday, but not the way it had happened. For one, she wanted their real bodies to be involved.

furnaceface

2009-12-08 12:59 am (UTC) (Link)

Their real minds being involved would have been a plus, too.

Jono nodded a little, and now the doorframe was doing a miraculous job of holding him up, because heaven knows he wasn't quite in the mood to do so himself at the moment.

//Ny't,// he agreed, falling back into that weird mental garble from before. It wasn't necessarily that his words were running together, by this point. It was possible that he just wasn't putting any more effort into projecting his voice than he was in standing up. //S' nuh th'best w'kend.//

living_endless

2009-12-08 01:13 am (UTC) (Link)

Actually, real minds would have been an essential. But anyhow...

"It kind of sucked," Didi agreed, then looked at her shoes. "It's hard to talk to you when you're like this."

She suspected she wasn't telling him anything he didn't know, and she exhaled. "We'll be okay, right?"


furnaceface

2009-12-08 01:22 am (UTC) (Link)

There was a sort of pang in Jono's chest at that. Only, it wasn't exactly a chest, and it was more like a weird, unsettling flicker under the bandages. He would have thrilled, if it had been a pang.

He nodded again. And then, realizing that she couldn't see him nod if she was looking downward, he straightened his shoulders, which was as close as he was going to get to a steadying breath, and he made himself make words.

//We'll be okay.//

living_endless

2009-12-08 01:42 am (UTC) (Link)

She reached up to try for a hesitant, half-broken hug.

Usually she cheered people up. It was her thing. If she couldn't chat or joke or bully someone into feeling better, she'd just smack them.

Somehow, today she lacked the energy. She was, in fact, wondering if she was Death any more than she was Deirdre the drug-smuggling murderous heiress; both seemed equally unlikely.

"If we aren't I'll come back and smack you over the head," she warned, though her heart wasn't in it.

furnaceface

2009-12-08 01:48 am (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon froze. For a moment that could have been a breath, or a heartbeat, he froze.

It was a very short moment. And then he was actually moving away from the door in order to return that hug, stooping over some so that it was more shoulder than chest, twisting a little so it was more rib than abs. He needed to feel it, right now. Even if it was the most bloody awkward hug in the world, damn it, he wanted to at least be able to feel it.

//I need a good wallop upside th'head,// he replied, quietly, //from time to time.//

living_endless

2009-12-08 02:16 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi twisted in return, trying to align as much of her flesh against him as she could. She needed to feel it, too, and even the slight warmth of the flames under his bandages was pleasant because it was his.

After lingering a moment, she reached up a hand and cuffed the back of his head -- not hard, just to make the point. "Did that help?"

furnaceface

2009-12-08 02:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Well, that cuff to the noggin was the first thing today that had actually successfully prompted him to make eye contact, so...

Jono blinked at her, as though trying to figure out where in the world that had come from. And then, a moment later, when his brain managed to catch up to current events and what they had been talking about, oh, a matter of seconds ago, he actually managed an expression that was more pleasant than otherwise.

//Yer know, I think it did?//

living_endless

2009-12-08 02:54 am (UTC) (Link)

"Then there was a reason for me to stop by after all," Didi smiled, and disentangled herself. "Find me when you're ready to talk, okay? Or -- ready to do something distracting with no talking involved."

furnaceface

2009-12-08 03:00 am (UTC) (Link)

//One or th'other, mm?// Jono gave a small nod, holding on to that not-unpleasant expression for dear life as he leaned against the doorframe again. Not so much for support, now, as it was simply because the doorframe was there, and so was he, and it seemed the thing to do at the time.

//I'll... do that, then. Once some of this has had an opportunity to... settle.//

living_endless

2009-12-08 03:05 am (UTC) (Link)

"I get that," Didi said with a vigorous nod. "Settling sounds ... about right, yeah? If it's not too crazy at the shop tomorrow I'll come see yu at work."

Edited at 2009-12-08 03:06 am (UTC)

furnaceface

2009-12-08 03:10 am (UTC) (Link)

//That'd be...//

Something! Something that involved words, and Jono suspected that it wasn't a bad thing, but his brain was still not functioning on all wavelengths yet.

//I'd like that.//