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[narcolepsy]

[ the video flickers online on before two wide red eyes fill most of the screen. ]

Oh! My apologies...

[ the camera pans back so a face is visible instead, showing a faint strawberry blonde wearing a fancy, high collared white shirt with a fluffy cravat. he looks a little pale, brows set into a vague frown, and with his bottom lip caught between his front teeth in thought. it looks reddish and like he's been nibbling on it for a while without thinking about it, and here and there there's a flash of small but sharp fangs. ]

Hello, my name is Baein. I was wondering if anyone knows whether people close to you would also get stuck in the time loop and come with you, or if you've found you always arrive alone? If it's possible to meet people you know here?

[ there's a distinct noise of his stomach grumbling and baein curls his arm around it, eyes widening even more before he looks up at the camera again before he takes a breath and straightens as if nothing happened. ]

Anyway, I'm looking for two people like that. They're of faery court and werewolf clan.

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[narcolepsy]

[ baein is intimately familiar with coming to in the middle of a bloodied room with bloody hands and the bloody bodies of the people he holds most dear. he'd thought he lost them then, for a few terrifying minutes that felt longer than eternity before they'd woken up, come back to life and been fine, albeit a little weak.

it's mostly a blur and baein remembers collapsing on jasper to cry.

when lennon approaches, the vampire wants to hold his breath if only to not feel the scent of the other so close to him, but it's a futile attempt. it's a little overwhelming, but he manages to sit still. stock still, even, as lennon speaks. and of course lennon is right. baein knows this, but the thought doesn't get less terrifying for it. he leans his head back to stare at the ceiling. ]

Yes, I'm thirsty. I haven't— not really, since just after I turned.

[ he looks back down at lennon then, feeling like the other's words come from a place of introspection, and baein isn't sure how to offer anything in return, if he should at all. or if he's even capable to. it seems to be something lennon already knows, too. ]

[privatechat]

[ Lennon knows that there must be so much that he doesn't understand or know but his focus is rather singular and when he's determined he can be a bit relentless. ]

Then stop being stupid and drink. You won't kill me.

[ He doesn't actually know that for a fact but he chooses to believe it, to believe that anyone Daeshim cares about wouldn't be able to kill someone. ]

[narcolepsy]

[ there's an intelligible noise from somewhere far back in baein's throat and he shakes his head, and ducks it to avoid lennon's look. ]

You don't know what you're offering. You don't have an obligation to. You— no.

[privatechat]

I’m not stupid. I know what I’m offering. So… please. For Daeshim.

[narcolepsy]

[ baein whips his head up to stare at lennon, wide-eyed. ]

That's... not fair.

[privatechat]

It is. So… for Daeshim, okay?

[narcolepsy]

I...

[ technically, eating would be beneficial, considering baein has been sustaining on a diet of anxiety and air the past week. well, not the air, it's not like he needs to breathe. ]

You might get hurt— I don't want that.

[privatechat]

Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.

[ Lennon says dismissively. He smiles, leaning in a little closer to get a good look at Baein, to make him look at him. ]

I’m not afraid of you. So you shouldn’t be either.

[narcolepsy]

[ baein closes his eyes and breathes out on air that doesn't exists before he looks up again. his irises have taken on a clearer, more vivid red, and his voice is a little strained. ]

Please don't underestimate it. I will worry.

[privatechat]

Okay.

[ Lennon doesn’t flinch even when he looks in the others eyes and they send a bit of a chill through him. ]

I’m not backing down, though.

[narcolepsy]

I don't... want to. It's not safe.

[ he's not ready to do this. maybe he figured it'd be easier with a stranger, but lennon doesn't feel like one. he looks too much like jasper. he's close with daeshim.

and baein... baein doesn't know how to deal with himself like this. ]

[privatechat]

[ Lennon exhales and he doesn’t exactly move away but he doesn’t press forward anymore. ]

Life’s not safe.

[narcolepsy]

[ baein looks up then and tries to push away the cold rising in his chest. the one that usually chases any lingering warmth from any other source. ]

I'm not alive. You are, and I'd like for you to stay alive.

[privatechat]

Then, you won't let me die.

[ Lennon says simply and he stays seated on the table but he does lean back a little, watching the other carefully, his brow furrowed. ]

You're going to have to risk it with someone. I kind of doubt you just wither and disappear if you don't drink.

[narcolepsy]

Please don't give me that much credit. ... I almost... I almost killed Jasper and Daeshim after I turned.

[privatechat]

But you didn't. And this is now, here, and that was then.

[ Lennon say simply. He furrows his brow still and then licks his lips. ]

I'm pretty sure they have really good magic medicine here so. Even if I got real bad off I think the chances of me actually dying are pretty low -- if you can even die here...

[narcolepsy]

Then was a week ago.

[ but his resolve is crumbling, and his insides are aching from the strain. and then he frowns looking up. ]

How do you know you can't die? You don't.

[privatechat]

Then was still a week ago. Now is now. Now is here and now you've already almost done the worst thing and it didn't happen.

[ Lennon says simply, fingers rubbing along the grain beneath him. ]

And there's magic and time loops and all sorts of things. I've never ever heard anyone ever talking about death or dying happening to refugees.

[narcolepsy]

[ baein looks down then. ]

Not here. Not... alone.

[privatechat]

[ Lennon licks his lips and well, it sounds like he's agreeing to it. That's good. ]

Then where. Who?

[narcolepsy]

I don't know. I don't know anyone here. But you. Someone you trust.

[privatechat]

I only trust Daeshim.

[ And sort of Jasper. ]

[narcolepsy]

[ baein swallows hard at that. it means telling daeshim. ]

All right.

[ his voice is a little quiet as he replies. ]

[privatechat]

It'll be okay.

[ Lennon says, studying the other because... he kind of gets it. ]

[narcolepsy]

Now?

[ he still can't go anywhere, the sun not quite gone enough for him to go out. ]