sunflare | call me out / open post 2023

ANITA BLAKE

ABVH

❝ Sometimes you deal with the devil not because you want to, but because if you don't, someone else will. ❞

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH

Final Fantasy VII

❝ We need to make the most of the time we have — to live our lives the way we wanna live. ❞

BALTHIER

Final Fantasy XII

❝ With each passing day, the world finds new and exciting ways to kill a man. ❞

IGNIS SCIENTIA

Final Fantasy XV

❝ A king pushes onward always, accepting the consequences and never looking back. ❞

ARATAKI ITTO

Genshin Impact

❝ Sorry to break it to ya, but I'm a delinquent. That means it's my job to not have a real job! ❞

KAINÉ

NieR Gestalt/Replicant

❝ Now pull your head out of your goddamn ass and start fucking helping us! ❞

KANJI TATSUMI

Persona 4

❝ I still don't really get what bein' “strong” means, but I'm gonna start by not lying to myself. ❞

ANN TAKAMAKI

Persona 5

❝ Strength is more than just not getting fazed... it's the power to fight through adversity. ❞

JO HARVELLE

Supernatural

❝ You want to know why I wanna do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. ❞

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[Jasper focuses his eyes on the wooden planks of the cabin. He counts all the rings in the grain, diverting his attention one second later to the unlatching of the door. There is a nervous silence as he wrinkles his nose and looks away. Family were the last people who should have rescued him from that place.

Fingers clench the heft of the axe balanced in his hand and he swings it down - splitting firewood that he collects into a pile.

He pieces together what he might say. What can he say?

Unwilling to share his feelings he devotes himself to work. He acknowledges nothing about how he should be resting - his ribs still stinging - and chops another piece of wood. Dawn shines through the trees and he finds peace in nature.]

You're awake.

[Conversation has, admittedly, been at a minimum since Jasper had been brought back with them, but pleasantries have been exchanged here and there. For now, it's enough; the situation is not a simple one to resolve, but Jade is grateful that everyone involved has set their weapons aside for the time being. She hadn't wanted to raise one against him in the first place— it had been a necessity, but not something she had relished.

She was an early riser by nature these days, but Jasper had risen before even her, it would seem. She lets the door remain ajar as she heads down the short set of steps, dropping a hand to her hip and lifting her chin to look over the pile he's already assembled.]

Yes— I'm not one to waste the day. Neither are you, it seems.

[That hasn't changed, from what she remembers in her youth.]

Nonsense. I enjoy wasting time.

[His words are dismissive but he knows she understands what to look for. She always had been more observant than Hendrik. But his attention remains on the task at hand. More wood is collected and thrown into the pile. Perhaps he shall throw Hendrik in there. Not that he could ever lift the fool.]

You should head indoors. The day is young and remains cold.

[Is this concern? Is it frustration? Or does he seek to return to solitude? He stoops to collect a log and freezes. He inhales deeply, masking the pain bringing him to a standstill. Perhaps she understands not to say a word. Not that he holds his breath.]

The cold doesn't trouble me, and I'll not be able to complete my daily training indoors.

[She cannot say whether or not he was concerned for her or simply he wished to be left alone— her gut tells her it may be a bit of both but leaning closer to the latter, given the complexity of their current situation— and she is prepared to continue on her way and walk past him in order to go about her own business until she spots that momentary pause when he bends to collect a log. The intake of breath is sharp, a subtle show of pain, but she's not two steps past him before she stops and turns on her heel to look him over a bit more judiciously, eyes narrowed slightly.]

Should you be lifting at the moment, Jasper?

[There's a sharp, matter-of-fact sort of nature to her question, a no-nonsense attitude that she's developed after all those years on the road. She lets out a soft tsk, then points a finger to indicate that he ought to straighten up.]

Up and off with your tunic. Let me see.

[His lifetime of obeying orders - first from his mother, then his king and later his master - pushes him to make a concerted effort. He tosses the axe aside to gather fistfuls of linen.

Gigantic miscoloured patches of skin. Not pink or yellow ones. Purple welts so dark they almost look black. His pride demands he hide his wounds. But what right has he to cling to dignity after losing so utterly? It would have been better to disappear. What is there to look forward to now?

He hauls the tunic over his shoulders but pauses a few seconds; needing to hold his breath so he can pull it over his head.]

I need no lectures from you.

[Family. Country. He knows where his future lies. That is why he looks anywhere but at her.]</small

[She frowns as she looks him over— she’s no healer, but she knows how to dress wounds and aid healing injuries well enough with practical methods, even if she doesn’t possess Rab or Serena’s talents for magical mending. Though he seems unable or unwilling to look at her directly, she does not let it deter her, leaning forward with her hands on her hips to get a better look.]

I’m hardly intending to lecture you. It’s an examination.

[A rudimentary one, but that’s all it needs to be. She draws back up to her full height, frown pulling deeper.]

You’re healing well enough, but not quickly. Too much exertion will set you back. I have some salve inside that could help— those look painful.

[Pride or no, it’s ridiculous to suffer needlessly, in her opinion.]

[Jasper has nothing to say. His duties and responsibilities are enough of a diversion - and he bends down, hiding his discomfort as he reclaims the axe to continue his work.

Firewood is positioned and split. What is one moment of unease compared to twenty years of emptiness?

Besides, she was always brave, insistant and wilful to the point her boldness was arguably no virtue. Perhaps that is why she notices his condition. It would certainly be easier to believe in that than her compassion.]

Does that matter? What shall mend will mend.

[Whether that is their relationship, well...]

call me out / open post 2023

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