I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny had been having a restless sleep, mostly from the fact that it was nearing the full moon and he could never seem to get motivated during that time of the month. Part of him wanted to joke that he could complain about having monthlies just like a girl, while the other part of him wished that someone could end his existence right then and there and he wouldn't even mind. Seriously, he was pretty sure that dryheaving into the toilet hadn't won him any good outlooks for this time of the month. He was pretty sure that he lost a good few pounds every full moon because he couldn't seem to find it within himself to eat more than a few bites of anything at a time. It wasn't anything anyone could help with either, and he was just glad that he had finished growing before he had been bitten, otherwise he was sure he wouldn't have looked half as healthy as he did otherwise.
In any case, it had been a tapping at his window that had pulled him from a doze to blearily peer through the window at an owl tapping against the glass. He stumbled out of bed long enough to let the bird in, and it took him a moment to recognize Roxxi before taking the owl from her. Roxxi then decided to hoot and take a perch next to Gandalf as he read the letter, and Kenny frowned. Antony was writing him? His frown deepened as he realized that it was a request to come over, something about Jojo having a bad night, which Kenny, glaring outside at the half-obscured moon, could only empathize with. He quickly got dressed in something more than boxers and a tee and gave Roxxi a treat before she and Gandalf took off together through the window. Sighing, he leaned against the window for a moment before he made his own way outside, turning in place as soon as he got far enough outside and popping from existence.
He instantly appeared in the alleyway near the Tempests' home, feeling his nausea come back with a vengeance before shaking it off and walking to the building. He knew he looked like death warmed over, but there wasn't much he could do about that, really. Instead, he found himself making his way to their floor before leaning against the doorframe as he knocked. He could straighten up later, he just didn't really feel well enough to just yet.
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
thєrє's αn σ l d v σ í c є ín mч h є α d thαt's hσldíng mє в α c kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (wєll t є l l hєr thαt í míss σur l í t t l є t α l k s)xxxxxxxxxxxx sσσn ít wíll вє σ v є r αnd вuríєd w í t h σ u r p α s txxxxxxxxx (wє usєd tσ p l α ч σutsídє whєn wє wєrє ч σ u n gxxxxxx αnd full σf l í f є αnd full σf l σ v є )xxx
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spaceOf course, Jojo's hearing wasn't exactly the best when she was in the form of a butterfly. She would've questioned how she could hear at all, since real butterflies didn't have that ability, but then again, she used magic to turn herself into one in the first place. It was a supremely simple answer, and one she was more than happy to accept. It saved her a lot of headaches, and she already suffered a surplus of those. Still, she couldn't make out what was going on in the rest of the flat. She heard the front door open, and the faintest sound of voices, but couldn't discern who was speaking, and what they were talking about. One of the voices was obviously her father's, but-
spaceColorful wings fluttered when the bedroom door opened again, this time to reveal not only Ani, but Kenny as well. Had she been human, she would've jumped out of bed and run to him, but as it was, she settled for flying over to the Slytherin, landing squarely on his nose, and giving another excited flutter. She was, of course, always happy to see him-
space'Speak for yourself,' said the other, and Jojo's agitation mounted. She had been speaking for herself; she had no desire to speak for Persephone, because Persephone shouldn't speak at all. She'd considered changing to human form to greet her boyfriend (no doubt that'd been her dad's plan, hence why Kenny was here at all... how late was it, anyway?), but as soon as the unwanted voice had spoken up, she'd changed her mind. The butterfly proved that Persephone wasn't real. She'd stay like this for however long it took to shut her up and shove her back in the box. Jojo wished it would make her go away, but she knew that was unlikely to happen. She'd settle for maintaining control, and not having to listen to the whispers.
spaceShe flitted from Kenny's nose to her father's, landing for a moment as if to show appreciation for his having Kenny come over. It was a sweet gesture; she knew that Ani worried about her, and that this was supposed to be helping. And it would! ... As soon as Persephone went away. The Hufflepuff, having shown adequate affection to her dad, returned to Kenny, this time landing on his shoulder. She wasn't ready to change back yet, but she still wanted to be with him. She always wanted to be with him. It made Persephone uncomfortable, for one. But, more importantly, Kenny was Jojo's, and if he was here, she was Jojo.
spaceBesides... After everything he'd gone through to save her, she was pretty sure saying she was desperately in love with him was a drastic understatement. She'd been pretty enamored with him before. Now he (along with Jesse, Darcy, and Elliott, don't get her wrong) was her hero. Eventually he'd figure out that, if she hadn't been too much to bother with before, she certainly was now. But, until then, she was going to take full advantage of having him, whenever she could. If she could spend every second with him, she would. Knowing that was basically impossible, she'd settle for seeing him whenever she could.
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny had been led into the room when he saw Jojo, currently in butterfly form, flutter over to him and rest on his nose for a moment and flutter her wings in greeting. She then went over to her father and did the same before flitting to his shoulder and landing. Kenny just gave Antony a knowing look, realizing that this might take a while and thankful that he didn't have to work in the morning. Though, considering the time of month, he tended to take on less clients so that on the off-chance that he really wasn't up to working, he could call in and rescedule them for another day or come in briefly to get what he needed to do finished before retreating back home to just curl back under the covers. He was just glad that it wasn't a day or so later, since he was certain he'd have been unreachable for the evening.
Nodding to Antony, he bit his lip, considering his options as he entered the room fully and the door closed behind him. He rubbed his face, still feeling really tired and ill, but trying not to let the second part show. He had a feeling that Jojo would blame herself for him being bit and well, that wasn't a good thing. It was bad enough his aintin felt that way, no matter how many times he told her he'd been the idiot that wandered into the forest. He glanced over to Jojo, getting a bemused expression on his face while he was mentally worrying. Last time, she had just popped right out of her animagus form to greet him. This time, she hadn't and he was at a bit of a loss as to how to convince her to come out of it."Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired. I think it's past midnight already, and while you're a very lovely butterfly Jojo, there's not much we can do together while you're in that form. However, if you're not using your bed, I think I'm going to go ahead and lie down for a bit."He leaned over and simply pulled off his boots and shrugged off the jacket he wore, putting the jacket with his boots and laying back, mindful of Jojo during it all. Maybe it'd do the trick, because he didn't really have the energy to do much at the moment if it came down to it.
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
thєrє's αn σ l d v σ í c є ín mч h є α d thαt's hσldíng mє в α c kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (wєll t є l l hєr thαt í míss σur l í t t l є t α l k s)xxxxxxxxxxxx sσσn ít wíll вє σ v є r αnd вuríєd w í t h σ u r p α s txxxxxxxxx (wє usєd tσ p l α ч σutsídє whєn wє wєrє ч σ u n gxxxxxx αnd full σf l í f є αnd full σf l σ v є )xxx
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spaceJojo was caught somewhat off-guard by her father's departure. What was he doing? He'd asked Kenny to come over, presumably to get her to change back, and now he was just... leaving them? Why? She would've thought he'd hover around to make sure that she was okay, not just... leave! It was weird. Still, it meant she was alone with Kenny, so it wasn't like she was going to complain, even if she'd had the vocal chords to do it.
spaceThe Hufflepuff didn't move as her boyfriend made his way over to her bed. Had she been human, she'd have looked at him rather quizzically as he spoke. His words implied he was fine with her staying as is, but the phrasing and his tone implied otherwise... and that, were she human, he would do something other than just lie down for a bit. Like what? She fluttered away from his shoulder as he removed his jacket, landing on the bedpost and waiting.
spaceWhen he seemed to be comfortable, she returned to him, landing this time in the middle of his chest. Her senses weren't quite normal when in this form, butterfly eyes not being the same as those of a human, but she thought he looked a bit... off. She knew he'd said he was tired, but there was something more going on here. Or, she thought there was... Then again, he'd shown up at her place late at night at a second's notice that he was needed, so how ill could he possibly be?
space'He pulled a completely stupid stunt to save me from Lysandar,' she reminded herself. 'He'd probably show up here at death's door if he thought I needed him.' The scoff from the other made her anger snap. 'He would!'
space'You're delusional.'
spaceJojo was the one to scoff then, because obviously she was delusional, she had an entire second personality taking up space in her brain. Persephone growled in response to that, but Jojo ignored it. This wasn't about Persephone (nothing was about Persephone, dammit), because Kenny was here even though he was obviously not feeling very good at all, and if he was going to be here for her, she at least owed him to actually be herself.
spaceUnfortunately, she wasn't really sure if she would actually be more herself if she were human.
spaceFinally, it occurred to her that, regardless of anything else, he needed to rest. It was unlikely that he'd actually manage to do so while he was worried about her. And she'd never had trouble maintaining control while he was around. Persephone didn't like Kenny, was actually terrified of him. She tended to retreat whenever he showed up. So, she finally relented, and shifted back to her human form, curling up against him on the bed.
spaceThe blonde's head laid on his shoulder, and she frowned at him."What's wrong with you?"she asked worriedly."And don't say you're just tired unless it's followed by 'I haven't slept in a week.' The circles under your eyes are so dark you look like you've got two black eyes."Her eyes drifted over him, looking for other signs of distress, which was ridiculous, considering that he wasn't presently moving. Short of visible bandaging or a cast, there wasn't much to see...
spaceExcept the ink adorning his arm. Her eyes went wide; that hadn't been there before! She sat up and climbed on top of him, reaching for the arm curiously."This is new,"she remarked, her frown deepening."Or, uh. New to me. How long've you had it?"As soon as she asked, she shook her head. Getting distracted. He was sick, or something. She shouldn't be distracting him with questions about his tattoo. She should be getting him to sleep. Laying herself down on top of him, her gaze remained fixed on the tattoo."Never mind, not important. Um. Do you need something?"
spaceAs she spoke, she couldn't help but notice, with no small amount of relief and smugness, that Persephone had gone silent. It really was too bad she couldn't be with Kenny all the time; if she were, maybe the other would actually go away for good. But, it wasn't fair to burden him with that. He'd already done so much.
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xxxdσn't l í s t є n tσ α w σ r d í sαч xxxxxxthє s c r є α m s αll s σ u n d thє s α m є xxxxxxxxxthσugh thє t r u t h mч v α r ч xxxxxxxxxxxxthís s h í p wíll cαrrч σur вσdíєs s α f є tσ s h σ r є
I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny was actually relieved that Jojo had changed back after he'd laid down, but the expression on her face was one of worry. When she asked, Kenny nearly froze, and then he reminded himself that there was no physical proof that he was a werewolf. Not unless she decided to take a closer look at his arm, which, he'd realized, he just revealed to her quite suddenly when he removed his jacket. Plus it was a tattoo. A very obvious tattoo. He knew Jojo hung around the shop because she liked tattoos, and he'd even given her one. The idea she'd overlook the new addition was laughable at best, downright ignorant at worst. However, he tried to think of a way to phrase his current condition without it being obvious. He didn't want to freak her out, and she'd had enough reasons to freak out to last a lifetime."I caught a bug that I haven't been able to shake off. Mostly it's been making it so I can't sleep well for the past few nights and I haven't been feeling up to doing much. I don't think it's catching, but it's pretty annoying."He of course avoided the topic of what he'd be facing in the next day or so, but he wasn't going to mention that. Instead he wrapped his arm loosely around Jojo and just looked her over, knowing there wasn't much he could say about it right now. Just wait until she's actually more like herself, he thought to himself, I can tell her then and it won't be that bad.
She seemed to be studying him closely, and he shifted a bit under her gaze. That's when she noticed the sleeve and Kenny winced. Thankfully she had climbed onto him a bit and he could possibly pass it off as a knee or something catching him or something. However, she did ask, and Kenny held his arm up a bit himself to examine it. He rarely saw it himself, especially considering he often wore long sleeves still to hide what happened to him, so the ink was relatively still new to him even if he'd had it for a year now."Got it around a year ago. I, um, I needed something to do with my hands, and ended up sketching it out and asking Gypsy if she could do it for me. I think she was mostly avoiding some of the sleazier clients we have when she did it too."Half-truths and lies that only tasted sour on his tongue. Hopefully Gypsy would understand about the claimed credit for the sketch, but he'd never take credit for the person who actually gave it to him. It'd be too obvious with the level of detail and how much it covered. Not to mention, it was his dominant hand. That would be a lot more difficult to explain how he managed to tattoo himself with his non-dominant hand. He wasn't nearly that skilled. After asking if he needed anything, he just shook his head."'M good. Just tired is all."
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
thєrє's αn σ l d v σ í c є ín mч h є α d thαt's hσldíng mє в α c kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (wєll t є l l hєr thαt í míss σur l í t t l є t α l k s)xxxxxxxxxxxx sσσn ít wíll вє σ v є r αnd вuríєd w í t h σ u r p α s txxxxxxxxx (wє usєd tσ p l α ч σutsídє whєn wє wєrє ч σ u n gxxxxxx αnd full σf l í f є αnd full σf l σ v є )xxx
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spaceJojo frowned as he described what was wrong with him, feeling guilty. He should be home in bed trying to rest if he was sick. Not here with her because she couldn't keep control of her own brain. But, then, it wasn't her fault her dad had thrown in the towel and called Kenny instead of trying to handle it himself. Really, this was Ani's fault, she thought. But, she wasn't very convincing, the guilty still twisting in her gut. 'But, he could go home now, if he wanted to,' she thought. 'I'm supposedly back to normal. Dad only checked on me because Persephone screamed... if Kenny goes home, I can go back to being a butterfly, and no one will know.'
spaceShe didn't really like that idea, though. Mostly because it involved Kenny leaving, and she didn't want him to. She bit her lip; he was in bed, though, right? He could rest here. Totally the same thing... And, he was taking care of her all the time, when he was able to! She should return the favor. Maybe do something to make putting up with her worth all the trouble. So... he should stay. Right?
spaceBesides, his arms felt nice. They always did. And he was warm. Warmer right now than usual, but he was sick... Wait."You're a bit feverish, though,"she said hesitantly."Or, I think you are. You feel warm. Doesn't having a fever mean it's contagious?"Why did she know that? She'd not taken healing in school, she didn't know anything about- Ugh. Persephone. Persephone knew that. Gross.
spaceNot wanting to give the other any credit for anything, she looked at Kenny, expression suddenly slightly desperate."Not that I'm saying you should go,"she said insistently."I mean, you could rest here. My bed's as good as yours, right? And it's not like it matters if I get sick. I don't have anything better to do."No job, no school, no social life... because she was bloody crazy. Mad as a hatter. Just like she'd always been terrified of being... Or, well. Not quite, she'd been worried about becoming the psychopathic, murdery kind of crazy. Persephone was horrible, but she'd never really hurt anyone. She had, but not of her own free will. She'd always had to be forced, because she didn't have the stomach to do it herself. Jojo liked to think that was because she, after all, wasn't real, Jojo was, and Jojo would never hurt someone.
spaceHis mention of how long ago he'd gotten the tattoo made her twitch. Why had he gotten it right when she'd gone missing? She guessed the whole 'needing something to do with his hands' meant he'd needed a distraction, but still... It seemed weird."It's really nice,"she said softly. She could tell Gypsy had done the ink, now that he'd said it. It looked like her work. Though she probably could've figured it out. Kenny wouldn't let Emmet ink him, and no way he could've done it himself.
spaceShe wasn't quite convinced when he said he was fine, but tired, namely because he'd already stated he was sick. Pouting, she laid her head on his chest, hand sliding across to his arm."Okay, try to sleep, then? And, um, if you need something, I'll get it. I'm not sick. Just crazy. So."
spaceHer finger started tracing the patterns of the tattoo, and almost immediately, she noticed the raised marks where the texture of his skin changed. Very suddenly, she grabbed his arm, adjusting herself so that she was looking at the scarring."Kenny, what happ-"
spaceWhen the realization struck, she paled. It wasn't like she didn't know what that sort of injury looked like. Again, it was Persephone's knowledge, not her own, that clicked into place. Her hand shook as her fingers lightly ran over the bite, mouth falling open. He'd been bitten. When? How?"... Tell me this wasn't Kiaran or one of his,"she said softly. She didn't want Kenny to be pack to those monsters. She didn't want them to have anything to do with him. Kiaran had been obsessed with finding the ones he'd bitten before Rui found him, bringing them to her. If Kenny was his, he'd find him... She didn't want that. Kenny had already dealt with enough bullshite simply by being with her, he didn't need to deal with that crazy arsehole trying to recruit him... and trying to kill him when he refused.
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny chuckled a bit, feeling a wry smile cross his face as he heard Jojo mention he felt feverish. Not like he'd really noticed, save for being a bit chilly in the room. He'd gotten used to it, he figured. Crimson eyes trailed over to her as she asked if it meant that he was contagious."As far as I know, no, but I'd rather not kiss you and pass it on if that's what you're thinking. Cuddling's good though. We can do that instead of kissing."He could feel himself wanting to drift off, and the only thing that stopped that was the fact that he'd actually missed this. Just lying with Jojo and relaxing, even if this time it wasn't because of their previous actions. His eyes were already sliding closed, and he took a deep breath, enjoying the scent and the feeling of closeness that was just her. Even the fact that she was tracing her fingers along his arm was soothing...
Until she seized his arm. His eyes flew open at that moment, and he stared, hoping she didn't catch on to what the scar meant. She'd lived with werewolves, and they hadn't managed to erase her memories for fear of the damage that would cause to her mentally. However, his mouth worked as he tried to figure out something to say, because he didn't want her to worry about him. Not when she worried him far more than he worried himself. That was dashed as soon as he heard the name of the werewolf leader in charge of the group with Lysander."No, he didn't bite me."He swallowed, refusing to look at her because he knew what he'd see. Horror, disgust, it was hard not to see that with what happened. She had probably seen what werewolves do when they didn't have wolfsbane."He doesn't smell like my pack, well, most of them. He probably bit the others though."
He hadn't told Dori, since he didn't want his friend to freak out about it. That was the last thing Dori needed. He was married with a kid. Morven either. Neither of them needed to know. It was bad enough that he knew. He hadn't brought it up to Jason either, not knowing what the older man would do. Would Jason try and kill him, or kick Dori or Morven out of the pack for what their alpha was doing? He rolled onto his side, his eyes finding hers again."I, um, I could leave if you want me to. I know you probably don't want a reminder of what happened, and um..."
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
thєrє's αn σ l d v σ í c є ín mч h є α d thαt's hσldíng mє в α c kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (wєll t є l l hєr thαt í míss σur l í t t l є t α l k s)xxxxxxxxxxxx sσσn ít wíll вє σ v є r αnd вuríєd w í t h σ u r p α s txxxxxxxxx (wє usєd tσ p l α ч σutsídє whєn wє wєrє ч σ u n gxxxxxx αnd full σf l í f є αnd full σf l σ v є )xxx
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spaceJojo shouldn't have let it bother her. He was trying to look out for her and not get her sick. But hearing her boyfriend say he'd rather not kiss her was pretty upsetting, regardless of the circumstances. Especially since there was a definite lack of anything beyond that since he'd rescued her. At first she'd been too much of a mess to even worry about it, but now that she was doing better, it bothered her that he never even seemed to try for it. She knew it was ridiculous but... she'd been missing for a year. A year in which she had no clue what had happened to him, what his life had been like, what he'd done. She'd had the thought more than once, and it made her sick. She was terrified of the answer, so she hadn't asked him, even on the chance he told her no, because what if he didn't? It wasn't like she could blame him. She could've been dead. And after the alley... She was lucky he'd even tried to rescue her at all after that.
spaceSofly, she pointed out,"You could get me sick doing that, too,"as if saying this would make him kiss her, rather than the opposite. In truth, he was more likely to admit she was right, and leave. It was true, though; if he was contagious, breathing his air and cuddling up to him was just as likely to get her sick as kissing him would be. Or, well, maybe not just as likely. But the difference in the chances were probably slim enough that it didn't justify him not doing it. Unless he didn't want to. Not that she'd want to kiss her, if she were him. He'd gotten pulled out of bed in the middle of the night, while sick, because she was crazy and her dad was worried about her. What if none of this was really about how he felt about her? What if he just felt obligated or something? She'd gotten abducted when she was supposed to be meeting him. Maybe he just thought he owed it to her to save her, and now he thought it'd be shitty to dump her while she was so ******** up.
spaceAll that took a backseat, though, when she realized what the scarring on his arm was. His reassurance that it hadn't been Kiaran's pack that'd bitten him relaxed her somewhat, though concern was still evident in her eyes. The mention of others made her frown."You... You've met ones that smelled like him? In your..."She couldn't even say the word. Kenny was a werewolf. Her throat felt thick. Oh, oh God. This, on top of everything else, and he hadn't even... he hadn't even told her!
space'He lied to you,' the other said suddenly, an obvious hint of smugness in her voice. 'He hid it from you.'
space'... No, he didn't lie-'
space'Lies of omission are still lies. If you're so important to him, why wouldn't he tell you?' The smugness was even more evident now. Kenny had handed Persephone ammunition, and she was determined to use it.
spaceShe tried to force the other out, to focus on Kenny. He was talking again, saying something about... about leaving?! No, no, he couldn't leave! If he left... Persephone was lingering, brave enough to speak up in the face of the crack in Jojo's confidence. If he left, she'd take over."W-why would it remind me of..."She trailed off. A year ago. He'd gotten the tattoo a year ago. Had he gotten it to cover the bite? Because it did seem to've been designed specifically so that the colored-in areas would hide the scars... And if it'd happened after the tattoo, the tattoo would have needed touching up, and even Gypsy wasn't that good...
space"When... When did... Was it..."Why was she even asking? The blonde paled considerably, going silent for a long moment. Then, barely loud enough to be heard, she whispered,"This is my fault, isn't it."For once, she didn't ask a question. Of course it was her fault. He must've been looking for her or something, and gotten attacked. Why else would he be wandering around werewolf-populated areas on a full moon? He wasn't stupid. He'd never do something like that... unless he wasn't thinking. Unless he was more worried about her than about himself. Woodenly, her hand brushed against the scarring again, eyes fixated on it. She could feel him looking at her."... You... you can leave. If you want. I... I shouldn't..."
spaceOh, God, she was awful. Why was he even hear? Why had he even kept looking? She wasn't that damn special. She wasn't special at all, aside from things that weren't exactly the good sort of special. He'd gotten himself bit by a damn werewolf, nearly died saving her, killed her grandfather, and she was too ******** up to realize what a burden she was... Well. That wasn't entirely true. She knew exactly how much of a burden she was. She just hadn't cared. She'd felt guilty, sure, but not guilty enough to leave him alone. She kept telling him how much she needed him, pressing that obligation on him..."I'll tell dad not to bother you anymore. I... I won't..."What? She didn't even know what she wouldn't do. Be so crazy? Hah. She'd just have to get better at hiding it. Not let her dad see. Figure out a way to manage herself that didn't require Kenny. It wasn't fair to do that to him. He'd done enough. More than enough. What was wrong with her, asking him for even more? Pouting because she thought he might've been with someone else, because he didn't want her anymore. Of course he didn't, he was a bloody werewolf because of her. And a murderer. Why was he even here? He should've cut his losses ages ago.
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny winced. This was partially why he hadn't said anything. He could almost imagine what Jojo was thinking about Dori or Morven. They weren't their alpha. He didn't think they could be like him. Morven maybe, if she wasn't probably still pissed off about the guy that bit her and decided to hate the world. Dori, he could never imagine Dori ever being like Kiaran. Never in a million years."They're not like him. Not like how Jesse described Kiaran. They're... Well, one's more like me, but the other, she's definitely not like him. I don't think so anyway."He swallowed thickly, wondering how badly he must have ******** this all up. One stupid mistake, and he couldn't deny that he'd been terrified of telling anyone. Part of him was still terrified, especially since he didn't know how Jojo felt about werewolves. Now he had a sinking feeling that he'd done something irreparable and there was no fixing it.
He winced again when she asked why it would remind her of anything, or well, she began to, but she trailed off and he wished he could have worded that better, especially when her next words were about it being her fault. Crimson eyes widened at that and he shook his head, denying it just as quickly as she said it."No, it wasn't your fault! You had nothing to do with me being an idiot that night. I should have been more aware of what I was walking into. That's on me, not you. It was an accident."He'd had to tell his family it wasn't their fault either. His aintin had blamed herself for so long, and he was certain she still did. His da never noticed, and he knew that Ciaran blamed himself for that too. He sat up, worrying his lips between his teeth and wishing there was a better way to explain it all, but there wasn't. That was why he wanted to tell her when she wasn't so messed up because of her grandfather."If you want someone to blame, blame your grandfather. Or blame me because I was a stupid idiot panicking. This isn't your fault."
He looked over sharply when she said that he could leave if he wanted. He hadn't seen her for a year, and part of him wanted to protest that he'd probably gone though his own personal hell. For her. He glared at his arm, not wanting to direct it at her, because damn it, it wasn't her fault! He could name probably a dozen people whose fault it actually was, and it wasn't hers. He looked at her again when she said she'd ask her dad not to bother him again, and he just wanted to throw something."I want to be here. I really do. I just... How did all of this get so ******** up?"It was an honest question, but one with a very complicated answer. He was sure that Jojo couldn't answer it, and he didn't want to think about the events that led to him being here, in this position, right now. Again he wished he could just go back in time and meet up with her on time instead of being late. Then none of this would be happening, and Jojo wouldn't be ******** up, and Kenny wouldn't be so damn terrified of himself.
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
thєrє's αn σ l d v σ í c є ín mч h є α d thαt's hσldíng mє в α c kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (wєll t є l l hєr thαt í míss σur l í t t l є t α l k s)xxxxxxxxxxxx sσσn ít wíll вє σ v є r αnd вuríєd w í t h σ u r p α s txxxxxxxxx (wє usєd tσ p l α ч σutsídє whєn wє wєrє ч σ u n gxxxxxx αnd full σf l í f є αnd full σf l σ v є )xxx
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spaceJojo was relieved that, whatever pack Kenny had fallen into, they weren't like Kiaran. Then again, she didn't think anyone could be like Kiaran was. And saying that they weren't that bad honestly didn't mean much, considering he was a whole new level of ********. She chewed her lip worriedly."Are... I... Are they... okay?"She was skeptical; 'good' werewolves generally didn't make more werewolves, after all. Just because whoever bit her boyfriend wasn't a ruddy sociopath didn't mean they were a good person. She didn't know what it was about being a werewolf, but it was like it totally rewrote your brain. What if Kenny only thought his pack wasn't bad because they were his pack and he couldn't see clearly?"How... Why did... The one that did it, why?"Nosy, she knew. But... but that was the important question, wasn't it? Because if she knew why... she'd know how bad they were. She wanted Kenny to be safe, he could've gotten himself killed this past year looking for her, and she'd thought that now that she was home, now that Lysandar was dead, that he'd be safe. But if he was trapped in a pack with a bunch of monsters-!
spaceHis insistence that it wasn't her fault fell on deaf ears; of course it was her fault. He wouldn't have been in the situation to be an idiot in the first place if she hadn't gotten herself abducted. She'd known someone was watching her, and had she prepared? All those years of having him coach her, going to dueling club, trying so hard in DADA, and when it came down to it, she was just as useless as she'd always been. She could've stopped Lysandar, and she hadn't even tried."If you hadn't been looking for me, you wouldn't have been bit,"she said quietly."My grandfather didn't make me ignore the feeling that I was being watched. He didn't make me freeze like an idiot when he grabbed me... And... And he didn't make me like you, or want to talk to you, or go out with you. You didn't have to be involved in this at all. I involved you. I knew... I knew my life was like this, and I let you be a part of it. You did something stupid because you cared about me. That's not your fault. It's mine."
spaceShe barely fought the urge to scoff when he said he wanted to be there. Why? Why the hell would he choose this? His question regarding how it got so ******** up made her want to curl in a ball and disappear."That's just what my life is like,"she said, voice thick with tears."It was ******** up from the beginning. Yours... yours didn't have to be, though. But... but I let it be. Because I wanted you. And... I thought, I thought you were the good thing. Everything else was awful, but it couldn't all be awful, right? And I didn't think about... about how I was making it awful for you, too. I... I'm so sorry."She slid away from him then, and glanced at the window. She could open the window, turn into a butterfly, and fly away. And then he could leave, and he wouldn't have to deal with any of this. But she didn't, because she couldn't. She wanted him to argue with her and tell her she was wrong. She knew she wasn't, she knew all of it was true, but he'd lie to her about it, wouldn't he?
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny hesitated when Jojo asked if they were okay. He didn't want Jojo to hate them, but he didn't know how to persuade her of that without telling her about who they were. He swallowed and decided it couldn't be any worse than what she felt about Kiaran already."Dori's... Well, he's.. You know him. I can't think of anything suggesting he's a bad guy. And Morven's mostly bitchy, but she's not really that bad either. I um, I don't think you remember Miles, but that's because he graduated years before you did. He's usually trying to crack jokes. And um, Professor Hill's grumpy. Very grumpy. But he's an okay guy, I guess."When she asked how and why he was bitten, he curled into himself. He didn't want to remember that night, mostly because he still felt sick over what happened. But she had asked, and he had to answer, right?"Professor Hill had his potion stolen from him. By a wood nymph. Dori's still pissed off at him for that, since I guess Miles said he could have ordered her to give it back, but he didn't want to make her do something. I wandered into the wrong part of the forest and..."
He glared at nothing, definitely not trying to direct his annoyance at her. It was difficult, and he wasn't sure if he was succeeding or not. However, the fact that she was blaming herself for being terrified of her grandfather was ridiculous. He'd heard about situations that made you freeze. Hell, his brother was living proof that it didn't take much for someone to freeze and panic because they were terrified. Granted, Rhys was getting better with that, but still, that didn't change the fact that fear didn't help in bad situations."No, maybe he didn't make you ignore the fact that you were being watched, but I was late. I was so damn late that I couldn't stop it from happening. And don't even tell me that you froze like an idiot. That'd be like me blaming Rhys for every time I watched him end up a blubbering mess every time he entered a social situation with people that he didn't know. That's reasonable, he ******** tortured you for days. And I could have walked away at any moment, hell, I could have not gone looking for you like you stated I did, but I did. That's not going to change what happened. None of that was your fault. Just, don't. Please."
He snorted when she said his life wouldn't have ended up ******** up if it hadn't been for her. Yeah right, no, he already had a ******** up life before then. It just hadn't been so ******** up that he couldn't do anything. He'd made his fair share of bad choices over the years. Hers was just one more example of something that happened in his life."You're assuming my life wasn't ******** up from the beginning. I'm adopted, you know that. I'm also a damn klepto that can't stop stealing things. Trust me, I tried, and tied myself up in so many goddamn knots that I ran away from home. That's not including the father that just vanished from my family's life and the fact that I didn't even try to fix that. I just ran. My mistakes are my own, and don't you even ******** give me the line that you were a mistake. You're not. You never have been, at least to me. So don't even. Being with you is honestly some of the happiest moments in my life, even when I can't figure out the right things to say."The fact that she had slid away from him hurt. He didn't know what to do with that, to be honest. Not when he was obviously worked up. He knew he was mad, hell, he was mad because they were in this situation and there was no easy fix. He wished there was, and he'd probably be called a fool for clinging to something that they'd shared, but he didn't want to just leave. It didn't help that his nausea was choosing that very moment to rear its ugly head again and he just wanted to run to the nearest loo to vomit.
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
Cara MiaKitty
Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 10:47 pm
I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny Kenny shifted nervously from one foot to another, wondering what Jojo was going to think of his idea. He'd basically been spending more nights at Jojo's flat than at the Edgeworth estate since Jojo's rescue, and he had already talked to his aunt about taking residence above her shop until he could actually get a better-paying job doing what he had studied for back in school. The only hiccup in that plan was the fact that he hadn't asked Jojo yet about moving in. He wasn't concerned about Jojo wanting to move in, since she might actually love to, instead it was Persephone he had to probably convince. And wasn't that a ******** up idea? Mentally he cursed Lysandar, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Lysandar was already long dead, his end brought about by Kenny's hands, and that was the sticky part. Persephone had loved the b*****d, Jojo had not. Or well, she had, once upon a time. That time had long passed with he had tortured his granddaughter, and Kenny doubted that Jojo would ever return any sort of affections for the deceased.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, glad that the full moon had come and gone and he was no longer too sick to move much. He'd still visited Jojo during the week of the full moon, but at least it hadn't had the same tense atmosphere as the first time. That had not been a fun night, and the two had to work through quite a bit to actually get to this point. Jojo had a wild phase where she'd decided to drink, party, and try her damndest to prove that she was her and not Persephone. Kenny had dealt with it as best he could, but even he recognized that she still had her ups and downs. Thankfully those were starting to become less and less, which made the idea of moving in together even possible. At least he wasn't afraid that Persephone would murder him in his sleep at least. He would not want to be either Jojo or Persephone if that came to pass, if for no other reason than he was certain that Steffi and Jer might actually try to murder them if it ever happened.
Knocking on the door, he waited quietly for the door to be answered. He didn't know if Antony was home, but he knew Jojo was at least. Besides, even if Antony wasn't, the older man had made it a point to tell Kenny that he was more than welcome to visit any time. Kenny wasn't sure if he should feel honoured by that or nervous, since he was pretty sure that her father was pretty aware that he and Jojo had slept together before. Jer had shaken his head at Kenny's nervousness once when Kenny had mentioned it and had proceeded to tell him that if anything, the older man probably felt like he was indebted to Kenny for everything. Kenny didn't think he deserved it, but Jer had proceeded to roll his eyes and tell him that Kenny was too much of a self-sacrificing idiot that didn't realize how much of a good person he actually was. Kenny didn't know where Jer was getting his ideas from for that assumption, since he was pretty sure he was instead a selfish b*****d instead. Either way, he had to take Jer's word on it since he couldn't see where Jer was coming from. He was probably seeing Kenny as his baby brother that could do no wrong, after all.
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
thєrє's αn σ l d v σ í c є ín mч h є α d thαt's hσldíng mє в α c kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (wєll t є l l hєr thαt í míss σur l í t t l є t α l k s)xxxxxxxxxxxx sσσn ít wíll вє σ v є r αnd вuríєd w í t h σ u r p α s txxxxxxxxx (wє usєd tσ p l α ч σutsídє whєn wє wєrє ч σ u n gxxxxxx αnd full σf l í f є αnd full σf l σ v є )xxx
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spacePersephone sat on the couch, trying to ignore the incessant nagging she could hear in the back of her head. Jojo wouldn't shut up about wanting her body back, about how ridiculous this was, about how she'd thought they had a 'deal'. Which, they did have a deal. The deal was, Persephone wouldn't run around in their body causing problems that Jojo would have to clean up. And she wasn't running around right now. She was at home, on the couch. Watching the telly. And it wasn't her fault that Jojo hadn't wanted to get up this morning, after all. If the Huffelpuff wanted to drive, she shouldn't try to sleep in when Persephone wanted to get up.
spaceShe sighed as she flipped the channel, already having grown irritated with the one she was on. Daytime television, she'd discovered, sucked. Talk shows where people went on and on about news that didn't affect her in the slightest. Game shows where people couldn't answer questions even she knew the answer to, and she wasn't even a bloody muggle. Reruns of sitcoms she'd somehow seen already, either as Jojo, or because when she was in control, she had little better to do than watch them. And Circe, if she had to sit through even five more minutes of some family on a talk show going on about their drama, she'd hunt them down and silence them for the rest of their miserable lives. These people didn't know family drama. Their problems were like a gnat buzzing around your head. Meanwhile hers were more like being eaten alive by an acromantula.
spaceThe thought drew a pleased sort of hum from Jojo, which she ignored. Yes, alright. Lysandar was insane, Kenny and the others had saved them, she'd heard it, she'd accepted it, she was trying to bloody move on. Except Jojo kept insisting that 'moving on' would mean going away, and even if Persephone wanted to do that, she didn't bloody know how. How was a person just supposed to evaporate their own consciousness? She didn't think it could be done. Honestly, at this point, she was so much a part of Jojo that she didn't even think she'd vanish if the memories were removed, a fact that made the other's satisfied hum turn into an angry growl. Which Persephone again ignored.
spaceThe knock at the door shut Jojo up for a second, aside from the general feeling of 'who could that be' that was bouncing back and forth between the two consciousnesses. Persephone stood, glancing out the peephole to see Kenny. She frowned, while Jojo hissed for her to go away. Because Kenny was here, which obviously meant that Persephone had to make herself scarce, right? Because that was totally fair. It was totally fine that Jojo expected Persephone to have no human contact whatsoever. Well, unless you counted Jojo. But that was ridiculous.
spacePersephone continued to ignore Jojo's demands, which were increasingly loud and annoying, and instead answered the door, giving Kenny a small, wary smile. Jojo refusing to let her speak to him was one thing, but not being honest with him was another. Besides, she could only cause problems if he was confused, right? And... And she was stuck here, with the both of them, so why shouldn't she get to talk to him?"Jojo's having a nap,"she lied. Well, she'd meant to be honest about the fact that she was Persephone, not why. She doubted he'd take too kindly to knowing that she was actively repressing his girlfriend. Kenny was nice, but as far as she knew, he wasn't any different from anyone else as far as she was concerned. They all thought she was an intruder, and didn't have any sympathy for her as far as she could tell. Her father tried, but she could still sense his discomfort. His distaste. None of them would care that she needed company other than the insufferable nag that she coexisted with. She had to find some sort of balance. Trying to connect while keeping them at arm's length. None of them liked her, but they at least tried to be nice... Most of the time. Which was more than she could say for her headmate.
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I know we got it good, but they got it made, And their grass is getting greener each day, I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down, Before anybody's knowing our name
Kenny shifted as the door opened, and a smile erupted on his face as he spied Jojo behind the door. Up until he noticed her wary smile and Jojo(?) saying something about taking a nap. It took a moment for him to realize that Jojo - no, Persephone - was referring to the fact that Jojo was currently unavailable. Well, this was awkward. The dark-haired man looked over Persephone a bit, not noticing any strain that might have been on her features or anything suggesting Jojo was having a bad day. Which relieved Kenny, but made the talk he was going to have a bit more nerve-wracking. How was he going to ask Jojo if she wanted to move- no, he had wanted to have Persephone's input too, since she would be a package deal in this case. Rubbing the back of his head, he ducked his head a bit before looking at Persephone again."Well, um, this makes things a bit easier, I think. I came over to talk to the both of you, actually, so, um, mind if I come in?"
He hoped that this wasn't going to be something hard to do, persuading Persephone about the idea of living with him. Again, he was reminded of the fact that Jojo would probably have no problem with it, but Persephone, he was totally clueless about. She could be totally against the idea, especially since it could insinuate that it was yet another attempt to make her disappear. Kenny didn't know how to approach that topic. Considering the last time he had tried to get her to come with him, actually both times, it had ended in disaster. Unconsciously he felt his hands rub against his jeans in an attempt to wipe them clean. The blood was no longer there, hadn't been for a while, but he still didn't like that he had taken her grandfather's life. There were still times he wished that Elliott or Darcy had been able to subdue him, or Kenny had managed to. Taking his life still left some pretty nasty reminders that he wasn't as nice as he tried to be.
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
thєrє's αn σ l d v σ í c є ín mч h є α d thαt's hσldíng mє в α c kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (wєll t є l l hєr thαt í míss σur l í t t l є t α l k s)xxxxxxxxxxxx sσσn ít wíll вє σ v є r αnd вuríєd w í t h σ u r p α s txxxxxxxxx (wє usєd tσ p l α ч σutsídє whєn wє wєrє ч σ u n gxxxxxx αnd full σf l í f є αnd full σf l σ v є )xxx
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spaceIt took a moment for his words to sink in, namely because Persephone couldn't quite fathom that he'd actually said what she thought she'd heard. What made things easier? Jojo being asleep? The blonde eyed him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, stepping aside so he could enter the flat."Hard to talk to both of us when she's not available,"she pointed out, ignoring the screeching in her head. 'He said both of us,' Persephone hissed. 'Which means me, too, not just you. Aren't you even a little curious why the hell he wants to talk to both of us?' Jojo shut up then, if only for a moment, considering the other's words.
space'You did something!' she accused, and Persephone had to fight not to roll her eyes and let on that Jojo wasn't as unavailable as she'd made it sound. 'You must have! He wants to talk to both of us because you ******** something up and-'
space'If I'd done something he'd want to talk to just me, don't you think?' Persephone replied icily, again silencing her headmate. It wasn't like Kenny expected Jojo to police her, after all. Or, she didn't think he did. She'd never caught him tattling on her to Jojo about anything. Of course, he didn't normally have to, considering that Jojo was always there when she ******** up. But there were a few rare instances where Jojo's consciousness had been legitimately subdued, and Persephone had been given completely free reign. Instances like that morning, when Persephone had enjoyed a full two hours of full control and silence before Jojo had finally woken up to realize her body wasn't lying in bed like she'd thought...
spaceHaving a split personality was odd. Though, both of them were quite aware that their situation wasn't within the typical definition of a split personality. They were just at a loss for how else to describe it. When you told people you were two people in one body, they tended to fill in that blank themselves. All the pair were doing was cutting out the middle man, so to speak.
spaceRegardless, Kenny usually did well enough at treating them like individuals, even if he was obviously uncomfortable with it. Persephone appreciated the effort. She might not be wanted, but at least he didn't demand she bugger off and let him spend time with his actual girlfriend. Generally, she thought that he was the kindest to her, even if he was only doing it for the sake of keeping the peace. Their father tried, but there were moments when Persephone would do something that reminded him of Lysandar, and he'd go cold... She suppressed a sigh. It'd be nice, she thought, if there was a way, barring the use of horrible, dark, unimaginably awful magic, to split their consciousness and give her a body of her own. Except, if they'd been able to do that, they'd probably have done so immediately, and as much as Persephone disliked Jojo, she had to admit, she greatly preferred Jojo's life over her own. Including Kenny, who was much better to spend time with than the nutters her grandfather had kept company with.
spaceA small amount of guilt curled in her stomach; he was being courteous enough to loop her into whatever the conversation was. He was being kind to her. No one else really was... Debating for a long moment, she huffed."I... I can, um. Wake her up, so to speak,"she said, tone clipped. She didn't want to relinquish control, but she had a feeling she was only being included out of necessity and practicality. This was probably a Kenny and Jojo conversation, and had she not been the one in charge when he'd come to the door, she wouldn't have been thought of. 'It is what it is,' she muttered to herself. The extra. The unwanted consolation prize for saving Jojo's life. The blonde grit her teeth. Part of her wished he'd tell her it was fine, that he'd like to talk to her, only her, first, but it wasn't like that would ever happen. And 'waking Jojo up' would mean acknowledging her and giving her control, because while Persephone was perfectly happy to share, Jojo was not. The second she was the one driving, she shoved Persephone out entirely. Unfair. 'But, it's her body,' Persephone thought bitterly.
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