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Deal.
[he thinks he can make sure that only sarissa wears this thing, as only sarissa is supposed to, but better safe than sorry. words never before spoken by a joseph kavinsky! but then, he so rarely finds anything he is not confident he could replicate with his own brand of magic. he extricates a single pill and leaves it on the counter.] I got beer in the car if you need something to wash it down with.
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Any weird side effects? I'm not going to be peeing green, am I?
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If you can get yourself to go to sleep, you dream some colorful shit. You'll probably remember most of it. Side-effect is you feel a little shitty for awhile. Not too long. [he cocks his head a little, wiggling his coarse fingers in the air like he's conducting an orchestra of concepts.] You ever done MDMA? Or shrooms?
Fact is, you should do 'em both. First one takes the pissy scary edge off the second. Which is real important for neurotic li'l Jewish motherfuckers like you. [he shrugs his shoulders, stretches out his arm, his hand, to try and steal a cube of ice from the coffee. he needs something to suck on.] And then all neurons are go, baby.
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[He takes the pill and rolls it between his fingers, then. He's still deciding (he tells himself) and finally he places it on his tongue, takes a swig of coffee.
And he looks at Kavinsky. His eyes flash blue for a second, and then settle into a steady brown.]
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truth is stranger, etc., etc. here more than anywhere else.]
If you pass out, I'm probably gonna get bored, draw some dicks on your face, head out, [he says.] But yeah. Sure. Drive you to the park. It'll be fun. [and he'll enjoy the soundtrack in the back of his mind, of gansey screaming his preppy little coconut off.]
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He sort of floats up and over the counter. It seems like the easiest way to get to the door at the moment.]
Don't draw a dick on my face, man.
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billy kaplan flying? kavinsky is impressed. he raises the sunglasses on his forehead, eyebrows hooking up high, and he leans forward to assure himself that-- what. there are no wires? of course there are no wires.
shit. in comparison to that, kavinsky swinging his legs over is profoundly boring. but it gets the job done, depositing him on the floor on the other side with a squeak of rubber on the floor. he follows billy toward the door, extricating a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.] Hey, Billy babe, [he calls out.] You want one?
[kavinsky's voice seems further away than it was before. the world is getting brighter-- something that cannot be accounted for entirely by the sunlight outside the shop. subtle patterns are lapping up in the grain of the sidewalk, and for a moment, the trees seem to be full of pinwheels.
and then, somewhere in the stream of pedestrians ahead, a flash of blond.]
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Billy is shaking his head but he's already turning. Shit. Shit, this stuff is-
He stares up and around. It's like magic, it's like his magic, and he just breathes in and out and in and out until he spots the blonde. He forgets about Kavinsky.
Sorry, Kavinsky. Billy is moving.]
Wait.
[The question is if he's moving in real life. He thinks he might be suspended in molasses.]
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the next, teddy is looking down at him from the brick wall of the park. the green of his skin is almost the same green as the treetops behind him, chlorophyll overbright, contrast to his blond hair. his wings are folded loosely over his big shoulders, lax, the webbing slung down low to balance him on his perch. he isn't crouching like a gargoyle up there, he's sitting like a boy on a garden fence, his feet swinging down.
teddy looks surprised. and then teddy looks like he's missed him, disbelief and hope shocking through his face all at once.]
Billy? Billy?
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He doesn't even consider this is a hallucination, which talks about how desperate Billy is for this. He reaches for him, and then to cover his face.]
Are you real? When did you get here?
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You smell like 50s space shampoo, [he says first, because that's important. how billy smells is important. but as for the other thing,] I don't remember. [he straightens.] Monday? I think I'm real, but sometimes it's as hard for me to tell that kinda stuff as it is for you.
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[He also thinks that Teddy is real so this admission isn't you're not real but of course I'm high when you get here.
He presses his face in Teddy's shoulder though. It's easy. This is the easiest thing he's ever done. The swell of affection he feels is so completely intense - how did he ever think he was falling for anyone else? How could he ever think he loved anyone else?]
You have to be real, you have to be real, I can smell you.
lmk if teddy's "am i/is my love real tho" issues should be more repressed/unknown in billy's mind
he does this just hard and long enough (harhar) for the squeeze to be felt mid-squeeze. the next moment, teddy relaxes the circle of his embrace again. gives the back of billy's shoulder a rub with one big green hand.] Hey, it's okay. I mean it doesn't really bother me. [he doesn't understand. but of course, how would he understand?]
C'mon. You want to go in the park? Maybe it'll stay nice for five minutes before somebody caves in a wall.
this is good! I'll let you know if any shit changes also you're amazing jsyk
Wasn't Billy with someone? Should he be looking back right now? Wasn't there someone else who was right here?]
Yeah?
I mean, yes, let's go, here-
[He doesn't let go. If he lets go, Teddy will-
He doesn't think about the letter that's buried deep under his floorboards and he doesn't think about everything associated with Gansey and Nathaniel that he's tried in the past year, and he doesn't think about the deep depression he promised Teddy he wouldn't get into. He thinks about how the color of Teddy's skin is greener than it usually is.]
Don't let go, okay? Jesus, I know it's a Titanic reference, please do not remind me.
ahhhh im glad u think so \ **/
but he doesn't let go. of course he doesn't let go. he guides billy into the open gateway. the sun is spilling halos over the treetop canopy. birds are singing, conceptually, but all billy can really hear is teddy's voice. cheerful, comforting. his arm is as warm as sunshine.] You know what would be awesome, is if we ended up in a world where Jack got on the piano lid too. I mean. It's an infinite multiverse, right?
There has to be one world where Jack gets on the piano lid too. Maybe I should offer sponsorship to a studio to make it happen. It's not like we're in school. [never mind how he knew that.
somewhere in the world, kavinsky is a little disappointed billy isn't making out with strangers and chasing cars around. or maybe he is. hard to know, when you aren't the relatively sober, chain-smoking babysitter.]
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And flickers again.
And he if he's still close enough, there is Teddy, there is Billy's hallucination, the color of it slightly blue because of Billy's magic but in full three dimensional spectacle.]
Dude, you can suggest it but no one is painting you like a french girl-
[And Billy is laughing, and his magic flickers again.]
T-
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[somewhere in the world, kavinsky says, this is really gay. then he takes out his cellphone and takes a picture, because— that's amazing, as well as gay. possibly listing toward the fabulous end of gay, if gay it must be.]
Yo. Are you about to tear reality a new asshole? Wormhole?
[but even then, it's harder for billy to focus on kavinsky than his fond apparition.
teddy's arm tightens very slightly around billy's waist. unlike the more problematic reality alterations of yore, he isn't about to dissolve into a knobbly dissolving clay monster mom and try to eat everybody's brains.] Dude, [he stage-whispers, playfully despite his protective impulse,] You have weird friends.
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[He looks up at Teddy and gives him an equally playful look. And then he looks back at K.]
That's Kavinsky. He...is special.
[And Billy shakes his head, and points to Teddy. See? See??? This is his boyfriend, K, his boyfriend will make sure that the funny warping of reality around Billy that's happening because of the drugs stays a hallucination. It's okay! (Don't leave him he'll die).]
Reality'll be fine, don't worry!
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I'm green, [teddy answers, a little drolly. but he knows how to deal with pricks, generally. de-escalate. and honestly, even if they escalate, what are they going to do to him? he, of all people.] Reality better be fine. [he pinches billy's hip.] I kinda live here, you know.
[hahahaha. ha ha. ha.]
I didn't think you were into that, [kavinsky tells billy.] I mean Gansey is like a fucking third his shoulders.
[teddy blinks mildly, tucking his wings back. he doesn't revert, but he's thinking about it a little, maybe like, very slightly self-conscious about his size pointed out as such.] Who?
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Hey, zip it-
[The magic snaps through the air, and Billy slaps a hand over his mouth, and Billy dismantles the spell almost right away, but he turns to Teddy.]
Gansey's just a guy who works at the shop.
[There's a pause, and he waves his hand.]
Kavinsky, this is my boyfriend.
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gansey has kind of big shoulders, actually.
after a moment, philosophically, kavinsky offers a skinny hand. teddy takes it without hesitation. he is a nice guy. (also like gansey.) (not that kavinsky is making such assumptions necessarily— halucino-teddy also has bat wings, and his thoughts are stereotyped enough that he necessarily thinks there are infernal connotations.)]
Is that a mononym? [teddy asks, grinning.] Cher, Madonna. Kavinsky.
Man fuck you. I'm not that kinda queer. [kavinsky wrinkles his nose. doesn't notice, or doesn't care when teddy's smile vanishes and his hand tightens a little around billy.] It's Joseph Kavinsky. How long you fucks been together, anyway?
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[Billy giggles. He's starting to get into this euphoria, high as hell, and pleased about it. He presses his head against Teddy's shoulder and by some magic, it's like the hallucination has mass.]
Joey K.
[He looks over, pleased.]
Four years. Four years and...another...two here. Six years? Four years back home.
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he reaches over to poke teddy, only to find the big green boy grasping his wrist. holding it just long enough to warn him, politely, then letting him go.] So, you. [kavinsky juts his chin at teddy.] Giggletits. [nods at billy.]
And the big fucking timey-wimey dimensional warp shit that happened the other month, totally fucked me and a dozen other ImPorts in town. Any connection?
[teddy blinks. his non-kavinsky arm is definitely a billy arm right now, automatically shifting to accommodate billy's silly face. he shrugs the other boy up higher, tries to get the little mage to turn his eyes up so he can look at him.] Hey, [he says.] Is your weird friend just messing with me, or is this something I should know about?
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And possibly a little bit nervous. Shit. Shit shit shit.]
Uh, so, last month? I cast a spell? And it's fine like it got dismantled but-
[He holds his hands out to Teddy.]
Look, it's okay, it was a bad idea, that's all.
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[he looks at kavinsky.] Can you give us a minute?
[kavinsky is in the middle of mouthing 'gay' at some unseen audience, so he raises his hands, slowly, a sarcastic surrender. he essays backward a few steps, glances around. parks are so boring, unless you have like, a ton of shrooms and beer and ecstasy and something to burn, but he gave at least two of those four things away today.
he's still eavesdropping, to the best of his ability, when the hulkling turns back toward his beau.] Billy, [his face is serious, his voice low, his hair bright in the sunshine.] Come on. I know you're not gonna tell me everything, and there's no point saying you can tell me anything. But you can tell me about this.
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