[It is several beats before a response arrives. Something is off about these messages, though the Fool is still just a touch too sleep-addled to parse together why. That does nothing to prevent the dull ache in his heart that tightens each time he reads those words.]
USER ID: afoolsgold (the Fool)
I wish you wouldn't say such things about yourself.
[hesitation, before he sends the message,]
USER ID: USERNAME (SURNAME, NAME)
You are a source of many things for me, but not trouble. I create plenty of that on my own.
[Devin does not respond to either of these messages immediately. Being moderately addled by alcohol hasn't removed his gut instinct to be unkind to himself; if anything, it's only made it more obvious. His unaddressed Feelings about the Fool aren't helping un-muddle anything.]
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
the demonic ex-girlfriend was definitely my trouble. at least she didn't think you were a chewtoy
[and he regrets sending the message almost immediately, but is grateful regardless that the depth of his shock cannot be so clearly communicated via text message. because like holy shit devin. holy shit.]
[The Fool's reply serves to remind Devin that he hasn't actually told him about this previously, even though he has a vague recollection that he meant to. Means to? It's all a bit fuzzy.]
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
about a decade ago, unfortunately yes
then she tried to kill me, so we parted on bad terms
[It would be easiest to suppose that Devin is at home, but wherever 'home' is, the Fool does not know it. That doest not prevent him from slipping from his bed and searching for his clothes.]
USER ID: afoolsgold (the Fool)
If you won't have my company now, at least tell me how I might be of some use to you. I can't imagine even imagine what this has been like for you.
[The Pale Woman had put him through hell on the Glacier Plains of Aslevjal, but they had always been enemies.]
[Some minutes go by before Devin replies after staring at the yimo for a while and then glancing around his apartment with the clear effort of someone fighting off the haze of drunkenness. An unfocused alarm bell is going off in his head.]
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
at my apartment. it's a mess
[There are at least two bottles of whiskey empty and he's working on a third. He's also a mess.]
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
i don't think i'm in a fit state for company
i don't have a good answer. i'm rusty with people, but it's nice of you to ask
In that case I shall not look for you right now. But please treat yourself gently, Devin, and don't impose isolation on yourself as though it is something that you deserve. It is not.
[Guess who walked in, saw Devin with the empty whiskey bottles and the yimo in his hand, and gently cut him off like a friendly bartender who's about to call their customer a cab.
X can predict exactly who got drunk texted too, because as much as Devin likes to pretend he can't feel anything, X knows. In deference to privacy, though, he doesn't read back up to see what was said -- just sends a message from Devin's yimo.]
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
X here. Whatever he said, I'm sure he doesn't mean it.
[Unless he does. But that's a whole other conversation.]
I'm taking care of him now, and I'll make sure he talks to you tomorrow.
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afoolsgold) wrote2018-01-16 10:28 am
text;
USER ID: afoolsgold (the Fool)
[hesitation, before he sends the message,]
USER ID: USERNAME (SURNAME, NAME)
text;
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
text;
[and he regrets sending the message almost immediately, but is grateful regardless that the depth of his shock cannot be so clearly communicated via text message. because like holy shit devin. holy shit.]
text;
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
text;
[It would be easiest to suppose that Devin is at home, but wherever 'home' is, the Fool does not know it. That doest not prevent him from slipping from his bed and searching for his clothes.]
USER ID: afoolsgold (the Fool)
[The Pale Woman had put him through hell on the Glacier Plains of Aslevjal, but they had always been enemies.]
text;
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
[There are at least two bottles of whiskey empty and he's working on a third. He's also a mess.]
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
text;
text;
X can predict exactly who got drunk texted too, because as much as Devin likes to pretend he can't feel anything, X knows. In deference to privacy, though, he doesn't read back up to see what was said -- just sends a message from Devin's yimo.]
USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)
[Unless he does. But that's a whole other conversation.]
text;