mordechai | 001. open post // quiet little burials.

Then know that you're not pushing him. You're just going over because he's already waiting for you to come around.

[You will note, now, that Alistair has opened the notebook to a page which was bookmarked with a plane ticket. Yes, a plane ticket. No words as he's scribbling something down, and tearing the page out. Then he's handing that piece of paper to you together with the plane ticket, then reaching into his pocket to fetch a set of car keys.

The look on his face is completely deadpan. He will now proceed to study you as you take a look at that ticket and realize that yes, it's got your name on it. The piece of paper has an address to a house somewhere on the Cooley Peninsula in Ireland.]

Car's parked at the airport already.

[Say what you want about Alistair Mordechai, but he always is, indeed, the man with a plan.]

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[ Part of him isn't surprised that there's a ticket with his name ready. If total efficiency had a name, he is willing to bet that it would read 'Alistair Mordechai'.

The other part of him is humbled... and also confused.

Because that is a plane ticket with his name on it. And if the Seer says that there is a car waiting for him at the airport when he touches down, there will be a car waiting for him when that plane touches down. ]

Why?

[ --are you doing this? And by this, helping him. ]

[The answer comes without hesitation, and it's spoken rather quietly.]

You're it for him, Josh. You've seen for yourself just a small fraction of the way he falls in love with people.

[Putting that notebook away, going back to his cigarette.]

Truth of the matter is, once that one's in love, every aspect of his being - heart, mind, all five senses - attunes itself to an impossible degree to the object of his affections. [Drag, exhale.] Take what you feel for him and multiply that by a thousand and then some. Now imagine what it must be like to have all of that for someone, and be told, over and over again, that you have to reign it in, be in control, and forget about doing anything about it.

[Need he say it? That's every person Hikaru's been with, and had to let go.]

[ It'll be clear that Josh never thought of it like that, never actually even thought that being at Hikaru's level meant that there was such a huge discrepancy between the two of them.

It's not even a terrible thing -- not in his eyes, at least.

It's just incredibly humbling. Just like everything so far in this conversation.

His fingers are tightening on that ticket now, eyes shutting as he bows his head, the vise around his heart easing a little bit more.

Some things, it doesn't matter if you see them for yourself. Some things, you need to be told because that's one of the few ways you realize it's real. It's not conceit; it's reassurance. And it's only ever needed when no amount of reminding oneself works anymore. ]

I just have... one stop to make. Before I go.

[ Glancing back up now and looking so terribly grateful. ]

Thank you for the talk, sir.

I've told you before, right? You know where to find me. I'm always just a phone call away.

[And now have the tiniest hint of a smile in your direction before Alistair's turning away, and heading back to his little roost on the wall.

You're on your own, kid. He's done his part.]

[ And with that, Josh is getting up and heading off--

--but not without a glance or two back at the Seer before he finally jogs off. ]

001. open post // quiet little burials.

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because josh needs to hear about blade king 101?

huhuhu

-w-

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