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[triggerguard]

Want to help me with a project? [Because that's a perfectly normal way to start a conversation.

[kidgloved]

[He smiles a little.] Sure, what do you have in mind?

cw: underage sex, semi-public sex

[kidgloved]

continued from here...

[triggerguard]

Jesper watched him, watched every little move Wylan made. His gaze was a storm, eyes hooded and dark with want as Wylan rushes to get to his prize. It's the warmth of Wylan's hand and the soft brush of lips on him that first earns a sound--it's little more than a soft huff, barely a groan, but it's still there.

And it's quickly followed up with an impatient, "Wylan.."

For all his rushing, he certainly was taking his time now that clothes were out of the way.

voice » post-survivor island

[greedbowstome]

[Kaz waits for him to answer, Wylan barely able to get a greeting out of his mouth before Kaz is speaking.]

I want you to keep a close eye on Jesper. When I found him, he told me they gave him some sort of tattoo on his back. It might allow them to control him at some point.

The girl– oh, what's her name– Waverly. She told me about it. She has one of their marks, and it happened to her and several other people. I need to know anything out of the ordinary that you notice, immediately.

[Why is he telling Wylan this specifically? Well. He has a feeling he's the one Jesper just might be around the most for the next while.]

[kidgloved]

[Hello to you too Kaz, but he understands.]

I'll keep an eye on him. I'm pretty worried about him. He was saying that they used illusions in their torture that... well looked like us.

[No wonder Jesper doesn't want anyone to touch him.]

He told me about the tattoo. You don't really think they'd use it as a means of control, do you?

[But the moment he says it, he realizes that he isn't that surprised that they would considering the torture.]

Video;

[triggerguard]

[Jesper barely waits for the feed to go live before he's grinning ear to ear. It's a good look, a positive change from the energy he's had since coming off the island.]

Hey Wy. Want to hear something hilarious?

[kidgloved]

[This was a nice change. It was definitely more like Jesper. He smiles at him.]

Sure. What is it?

[Action] [Post Mares Event]

[triggerguard]

Following a hospital stay that gave him his share of nightmares, as well as a taste of what haunts and keeps other people up at night, Jesper should be grateful for a fairly normal night and the chance at some fairly normal sleep. Instead, he's wide awake and staring at the ceiling of his room. The truth is, he's not so sure he can do well being alone--he never really had been all that good at it. Even with a room in the Slat there had always been noise, odd hours, and the chance of falling bodily into bed with someone else. And here, in Hell, there was someone he really should be seeing about a number of things anyway.

Eventually, these swirling thoughts and inability to sleep make up Jesper's mind for him. It's not a far walk down the hall of the hotel to the room in question--and Hell's security really needs to be updated with how easy it is to finess the lock and coax the door into opening into the suite itself. He knows Wylan takes to sleep about half as well as any of them on a good day, so he doesn't bother with being particularly graceful as he slips into the room and crawls into bed with little more than a soft "It's me."

If anything, the biggest surprise wouldn't so much be his arrival, but in the way he curls close to the other boy in the wake of all they've seen since first beginning to head back to this damned hotel.

[kidgloved]

He's awake.

Sleep eludes him that he's staring at his ceiling trying to count the sheep, trying to not think of the vile nightmares that came to life in the asylum. He should have known that things wouldn't be so easy, but he had hoped for a little reprieve. Things were simply never going to settle down into some semblance of a break, and he was trying to learn to deal with that.

The quiet "it's me" puts him on guard at first, only relaxing when his mind catches up to his hearing and realizes that it's Jesper. Jesper who was crawling into bed with him and -- oh. Oh. Oh. This was a nice change of pace, he thinks as he shifts to allow the other boy room.

"Can't sleep either?" He asks softly, cautiously wrapping his arms around him to hold him close. It's so tentative it could barely be counted as touching, but he's still trying with Jesper initiating the contact.

Voice;

[triggerguard]

[Look, it only makes sense that Jes is all over that post Wylan made--and that he's paying particularly close attention to the conversation with Noah being had. He's having a bit of a concern.]

You in your room or somewhere else?

[kidgloved]

I'm in my room. Why, is something going on? Is everything okay?

text » @dirtyhands

[greedbowstome]

[during this.]

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You're a terrible liar.

voice; un: vaneck

[kidgloved]

Yes, I suppose I am.

And?

Voice » @dirtyhands

[greedbowstome]

[after this.]

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[All of this is so much. The bloody hotel is running rampant with living corpses. His second was becoming one. He needs to check in with Wylan, and he has a suggestion that he hopes he'll take him up on.]

Jesper's talked to you, yes?

[kidgloved]

[Yet another conversation he doesn't want to have, but here they are. It takes him a moment to respond, but when he does? He sounds pained.]

Yes. Yes, he has.

Text

[triggerguard]

[Immediately after this disaster.]

If I'm dead tomorrow, know that I did so as I lived: with complete reckless abandon and far too much drink.

[kidgloved]

Jesper, what did you do?

Action; | CW: Mentions of death, blood, violence

[triggerguard]

Hell always brings people back when they die, or so Jesper had been led to believe in his time here. He knows that people come and go, but he has to believe that Wylan is a bit more of a permanent figure than that. He has to believe he'll come around like he himself had--that the last thing he'd remember of him here wouldn't be a dying scream and the wet sounds of blood behind a solid door.

Regardless, he hasn't seen him since. The fog was too thick, too littered with monsters and dangers. Too filled with chances to lose him again if he did manage to find him. So Jesper had focused on survival. And he had taken a few more risks to send some of the beasts on their way, a bit more reckless with shots and ammo, and a bit more forceful when he ripped spent bullets from corpses? Well, that was all payment for the debt they wracked up by handing him that loss. He wouldn't be telling Wylan any of that.

But the fog was dissipating now, and the horrors with it. He hasn't slept, refusing to rest even now that there was safety to do so. Instead, he was anxiously roaming the halls and lobby, wondering where Wylan might show his face. And that currently had him slinking up to their floor, heading to the other boy's room--maybe that would be a good place to wait.

[kidgloved]

Dying once in the fog was traumatizing. Waking up after his death still trapped in the fog was another thing altogether. He felt like a caged animal, terrified and scared when he couldn't find anyone he knew again, and navigating it alone only ended in disaster once more. He could barely look at himself in the mirror, lucky on on one hand to escape without a scar that bisects him, but not lucky enough for the marks around his throat. Tears well in the corners of his eyes at the memory of teeth and flesh and blood but he shakes his head, wiping his eyes.

He needed to be strong and not fall into despair, but boy was it difficult not to.

Wylan wasn't expecting to find Jesper at the door to his room when he opens it to leave, nearly leaping out of his skin at the sudden figure looming in the frame, heart racing from the memories of that night. His mind catches up to what his eyes are seeing, and he immediately sags with relief, bodily leaning against the door as he holds it open.

"Jesper." He says as if he's out of breath. "How long have you been there?"

As much as he wanted to hide away in his room forever and wallow, he didn't want Jesper to think he was ignoring him.

Action; Because *gasp* they are roommates

[triggerguard]

It's an odd thing, having Wylan in this space and not having to run down the hall to his suite, or send him a message over the phone, whenever he had something to say or ask him. Odd, but pleasant. In a domestic and sentimental way.

"Wy?" He calls out to the better part of their suite. They had taken up one of the rooms, the one with the ensuite, while they had the space to the two of them. Any newcomers would have to gripe about that later. First-come, First-served.

[kidgloved]

He still wasn't sure how they managed to get a space to themselves. He expected roommates, expected someone else to be in the space but luck would have it that they only shared the suite between themselves. Wylan sits at the table, sketchpad out as he continues his work on the bomb schematics that he started with Kaz in the coffee shop.

"Yeah?" He calls back, lifting his head from his work. "Everything okay?" He asks as he sets down his pencil.

Action; During Path to a Peaceful End event

[triggerguard]

[Following this encounter, Jesper comes into the suite, looking unnerved and a little shaken. Nothing had happened when those from the Order had touched him, but the feel of their hands on that tattoo--it was too much.

And yet they had let something slip. So he's here, because even the smallest bit of information was something to go on.]

I spoke to the Order members outside Hellburbia.

[Because that's the way to start this conversation.]

[kidgloved]

Alone?! [Kaz was going to kill him if he found out that Jesper went to speak to the Veiled Order alone. Wylan immediately walks over to greet him, concern in his expression as he takes the sides of his arms in his hands and looks him over.]

Are you okay? Is everything all right? [A pause.] What did they say?

Action | It's me again, the one that lives on this entry

[triggerguard]

[Between trying to get ahold of Noah and the mess that was anything and everything to do with Kaz, Wylan's heard his fair share of interesting things. When Jesper slips back into their shared bedroom, not long after rushing to grab some scraps of metal not moments before, he's quiet.

Quiet and Jesper do not usually coexist in the same space.

He doesn't say a word, though, simply slinks close to Wylan and drapes over him. A warm, but sullen, human blanket.]

[kidgloved]

Hey.

[He glances up from his sketch book, setting his pencil down as he sits with Jesper in silence. It's not a long stretch of silence, but it's enough that Wylan feels like he needs to fill the void. He sets aside his sketch book, and maneuvers enough to pull Jesper into his arms.]

Talk to me. What's going on?

[This had something to do with Kaz or Noah, or both.]

Deliveries

[triggerguard]

[In the days leading up to Valentines, Wylan's going to find a collection of cute litte Valentine's cards left for him. While the text may prove difficult, he isn't fool enough to write extended messages. On the day in question, though, there will be a small bouquet of hell flowers and a carefully presented selection of supplies--things that could be stripped for whatever Wylan needs for smaller projects.]

action;

[kidgloved]

[The flowers were a nice touch. After all that they've been through, maybe this one holiday wasn't so bad! (Not that he knows what horrors await them if they drink wine with company from Hellburbia or what potentially waits for them in the club.) He gathers all the cards and tucks them away in the bedside table, wanting to keep them for as long as Hell allows. Once he's done this he slides off the bed and makes his way into the common room with the flowers.]

For a holiday we're not familiar with, you really went all out. [Wylan remarks as he grabs a tall glass to put the flowers in.] What made you decide to participate?

[He smiles softly as he puts the flowers in the make-shift vase and fills it with water.]

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I love them.

group call;

[kidgloved]

Hey. Sorry to call everyone on short notice. Caleb gave me some news and I needed to share it.

[He sounds serious about it too.]

[triggerguard]

[Jesper feels like he should make a joke, wants to joke. Feels it bubbling up in his chest and tripping over the tip of his tongue. But Wylan's tone kills it, stifles it and shoves it back into it's box.]

What kind of news?

Action; Sometime on May 9th

[triggerguard]

One month. One month, several hours, and some odd minutes. That's how long Jesper had been gone. How long he had--Best not to think of that. But the fact remained that it had been one long, agonizing month since he had last laid his hand on the door to their suite, had last thought of coming back to this place that had been made a temporary home. Had last seen anyone that could be called a kind face.

There was some anxiety as he turned the knob and slipped into the suite he shared with Wylan. Some terrible, sinking fear that he'd come back to an empty room. An empty bed. A broken heart. That somehow, in the time he was gone, Wylan had shed all these terrible influences lain at his feet, found redemption, and went home.

If anyone could manage it out of their lot, it had to be Wylan.

There is little comfort in the fact that the smell of gunpowder, coffee, and something a little chemical (and definitely flammable) hung in the air. Odd, how smells could bring a twinge of longing for home. "Wylan...?"

Saints above and below, let there be an answer.

[kidgloved]

It's been a month. He's spent weeks worrying about his friends. Caleb was missing. Kaz was forced into treatment in the hospital, and Jesper? He worried that he might never see him again. A pang of guilt is always in his chest as he has that thought because of this place-- this Hell he would never wish on anyone.

But he's not sure how he could survive alone.

The slight creak of the door opening has him springing to his feet, tossing aside his sketchbook and scrambling to the common room. He stops just before the threshold, standing in the doorway as he stares in wide-eyed shock. Tears well at the corners of his eyes, before he moves quickly to cross the room to Jesper. Jesper who is alive, and here, and not dead. Jesper who he was terrified of losing, even if it meant that he was safe and sound.

"You're still here!" He exclaims as he stops just shy of his boyfriend, staring up at him with a pained expression. "You're still here." He says sadly, despite the smile on his face as he slowly reaches up to cup his cheek.

A pause. He swallows down his worries before he quietly, barely whispers, "Where have you been?"

Because he wasn't in the hospital, or at least he couldn't find him at Mercy.

Voice;

[gravity_fissure]

[Essek wasn't certain that Caleb had reached out to Wylan; things had been...difficult and complicated as of late with the demon's punishments and their Lucien situation. But he was happy to take this on in the wizard's stead. Wylan had a tendency to make him smile, after all.]

Good evening. [The accent curled softly around his words, his voice hushed softly as if afraid he would rouse someone from sleep.] I have a question that I was hoping you could answer.

[kidgloved]

Essek! [He's delighted to hear from him. He lowers his voice, realizing that he might want to keep it quiet just based on Essek's tone.]

Of course. I can do my best to answer it. [He says gently, though he's not entirely certain how he could help.]

audio; un: gebrennen

[dirtywizardman]

[Caleb normally uses video with both Molly and Wylan, knowing reading isn't a good method of communication, but he's feeling a little rattled and it's late, and he doesn't feel like visually composing himself. So, audio only.]

Wylan, have you had any strange dreams recently? Something about the nature of this place, or some of the older demons?

[He avoids the customary you can respond to this message because of course he can.]

[kidgloved]

[He's grateful that Caleb understands that he can't always use the accessibility features on the phone. The message has him concerned, and he nods at first before he realizes that this isn't a video.]

Yes, actually. Lucifer and I think Asmodeus was in it. It was... troubling.

[Troubling wasn't the worst of it. It was concerning as it was worrying. What did it all mean?]

Did you...?