[ He'd gotten several wrong IDs before this but by god is he willing to try until he gets it right. She was gone before he could really do anything, but he feels like he has to do something.
It's what everyone else would do. And...
'-and then I saw Garnet cry.'
He hadn't been in that mass of bodies, but the music was powerful enough to reach him. She'd been hurt. You only cried and screamed that way when it hurt. ]
Um...I hope this is the right one...
Are you - um, are you injured? I saw you throw up. On stage. And there was a lot of blood. I think?
[ Not really a problem for him, though. He's seen enough blood that while he'll never like it, it doesn't traumatise him he comes pre-traumatised ]
I mean...I can't really do any healing magic, but..I can use bandages! So, um...I just wanted to know. How you are, and everything...
do you remember that weird night when I had a slumber party even tho I never would under any circumstances if I was in control and you and Inanna came and there was truth or dare
[ You are a very hard person to shop for, Seph. But Kyle did his best. There's a cute bag with brightly colored tissue paper, and inside are a few colors of nail polish that remind him of her.
He hopes Persephone likes one or more?? 1, 2, and 3. ]
[ You would think that her own fucking manager would be able to find her when needed on off-hours.
But alas, he's still kind of a dumb-arsed mortal and has opinions about encroaching on the personal space of youngsters besides.
In the car-park at one of her concert venues in Maurtia Falls, she might sense a small shrine to her. It's mostly just a rotted tree stump decorated with candles and Alexander McQueen ads torn from magazines for effect, but it is what it is.
In a husked-out part of the stump she will find tribute in the form of a badly-wrapped gift box, unaccompanied by any note or card. Within the box is an appropriately-themed pendant on the end of a sparkling chain. If she were to look closely at the back, she might find a modestly-sized ward of protection engraved by hand.
[ There is a new offering at her weird little makeshift shrine - this time, a package of artisan chocolates with pomegranate seeds infused, sitting in a hand-weaved basket, along with a note. A hideously-scrawled one, but still.
Wasn't actually sure when your birthday was so I'm going with Equinox for the hell of it.
One of the pieces of chocolate has a ghost pepper in it instead of pomegranate. Good luck. ]
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[ Keeping track of days is hard when you're in a(nother) addled stupor in an attempt to dull things like trauma, and all the vulnerable, easily-exploitable emotions that sprout thereof.
But it's probably been about a week at least since the nightmare realm unraveled. Since he was on the run from the Soviets, and her. Since the bloody Darkness enveloped them in a pocket of the dream world where she could kill him again and again to her heart's content. Since John woke up - how, he's already figured out. It's the thing he's running from and trying to numb. The exact moment he was offed for good and freed of the slumber was the exact moment he vocalized that he Gave A Shit. Which was also why he took an absurd number of psychedelics and dove back in to get her out.
She'd awoken and in their usual idiom, neither of them had furthur discussed what had happened, and he gave her the space appropriate for a young woman nursing brand new mental scarring.
He's well into a bottle of something that would be more appropriate for medical sterilization when he picks up his phone, fumbling with the keyboard. What he means to write is reassurance, perhaps a reflection of what they've been through. He's overconfident, thinking he can articulate that which they've spent half a year burying. What comes out is... not what he aims for. ]
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