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askthealone · 1 year

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Alone writing practice #4??: Photos

“Feeling reminiscent?”

Jason placed the framed photo he held in his hands back onto the wooden desk as he turned to face the man who had just entered the room.

The cave may have looked normal but it was full of many secrets and hidden rooms, one of which Daniel had just entered from and Jason knew led to a room full of data and analysis as well as a few more personal items.

“No, just surprised you still have this.”

Daniel scoffed as he moved to sit down on the modified chair (or throne, whatever suited Daniel’s ego), “I can keep family pictures if I want to.”

“Even when said family is either dead or has disowned you?”

Daniel didn’t respond, the human side of his face stayed passive and chose to focus its gaze at the paperwork on his desk whilst the more…unnatural side chose to fix Jason with a piercing stare, teeth curling into a snarl.

The silence stretched out for a few more moments before Daniel spoke once more, “So how is he, then?”

“You don’t truly care about that.”

“I do.”

“No, Daniel from 20 years ago cared, whatever you’ve become doesn’t care, you told me yourself.”

A small flicker of a grin, “You remember even the simplest of information, but you’re still wrong. I do care, just not in the way you think. I do not care for his wellbeing, nor his future. I care on his status purely to fulfil my goal.”

“There it is.” Sarcasm. Delightful.

“Oh don’t sound so shocked and answer my question.”

“He’s doing alright, isn’t bonding well. I’d suggest moving out of the country but…”

“I want him close.”

“Exactly.”

Daniel sat back in his chair, making the bones framed along the back of the chair creak ominously. He hummed before waving his hand dismissively, “As long as the boy continues to live, I don’t care about the trivial things.”

Jason was silent for a moment before muttering something.

“What was that? Don’t mutter around me, Vulrix, I’m getting old and you’re far too high and mighty to speak so lowly.”

“It was his birthday a week ago. He spent it alone.”

“Did you not spend it with him? Deary me, and here I thought you were the good friend out of the bunch.”

“I was there for a while but he spent it alone at your grave.”

“Ah, and is that meant to evoke some form of pity?”

“It should. In normal people, I guess.”

“And we are not normal, so your assumption is once more incorrect. Here, I’ll act more ‘normal’ for you.” The human side of Daniel’s face frowned and looked rather sympathetic, however the monstrous side curled into a sickening grin, eyes crinkling and glistening.

Jason sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Daniel settled, now lounging back in his chair with no regards for his work, “I will report back when something interesting happens, for now I’m just going to continue running my damn Casino.”

“Do what you must, just return with information or when I call. Dismissed.”

And Jason turned and walked out, the large wooden door closing heavily behind him.

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askthealone · 2 years

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Writing practice #1: Jason’s POV.

If Jason didn’t know better, he’d think Taka was mad. Well, okay, he was definitely mad, but there was more to it than that, there always was. He didn’t exactly have time to dwell on the workings of the younger man’s mind when said man was currently trying to kill him.

Jason had been on sentry duty, he was slightly offended that all it had taken was for his back to be turned (for roughly 5 seconds, may he add) for Taka to appear out of thin fucking air behind him. If he hadn’t spun out of the way, he was certain he’d be missing more than a horn and part of his lip right now. As it was, Jason considered himself pretty lucky seeing as Taka seemed to be sporting a lovely new scar that was still dribbling blood, he was most likely blind in that eye now, Jason reckoned, if Onyx was still alive (which he guessed wasn’t true from the current onslaught of the younger male in front of him) then Jason would’ve had some choice words to say to him.

Another dodge and Jason was getting pretty tired, if he was being honest. He didn’t think Taka would survive the meeting with Daniel but the damned guy wouldn’t listen to a thing he said. His jaw was aching from the surprisingly good punch from Taka and it had almost cost him a lovely artery (he was quite fond of keeping them intact, y’know?) but now he just felt like they were fighting themselves to a standstill. Taka didn’t have a hope of beating him, the many sparring sessions they had had as allies (it hurt to think of them as anything different) proved that, so Jason was feeling pretty confident that he could just knock Taka out and then they’d be able to continue on like nothing had happened and they weren’t now one member down. Taka’s eyes kept flicking up and Jason bit his tongue to keep himself from giving Taka tips on his form, to keep his eyes on the target, to remind him of their connection or something. Despite this, Jason still felt confident that he’d be able to win this, that if it came to it, he’d be able to wound Taka badly enough to stop him interfering.

Jason wasn’t very confident that he could dodge the huge mass of boulders Taka had managed to drop onto him, however.

Jason wasn’t very confident they were like brothers anymore either.

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askthealone · 2 years

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Writing practice #2: Post!Phase 2 Alone

It took a while for them to heal. Even if they had moved across half of the world, it didn’t prevent the many locks on the doors, the escape routes meticulously planned nor the covering of one’s face upon leaving the house. It didn’t prevent the flinches or the scowls or the disdain towards snakes or black cats with startlingly green eyes. It didn’t prevent the hushed conversations, the surveillance of every situation, the quiet taps signifying if one was safe or not.

Jason was the first to heal, understandably. He raised his children to not fear the world, but to instead be cautious. Never to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d shoo off the pesky black cats and remove the uninvited snakes and never said a word about the trembling of Taka’s hands. He’d be up at 3AM making coffees and choosing to talk about what would be expected of the next day rather than the horrors of the past.

Taka never fully healed. He still had those moments where he wanted to scream and cry and rip things to shreds. He still broke down sobbing after seeing snakes. He still broke every mirror he looked into for too long. Those moments were rare, though, and to Jason that was all that mattered, so it was all Taka focused on.

They were healing, slowly. They’d live the lives they never could, even if it was out of spite.

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