[Jamie gives off a faint glow of his own. He moves carefully, though, because he can't see in the dark even if he can shine in it. He manages to get to the edge of Jon's cot and sits down without landing on the archivist.
He brushes his fingers over the gag, following a strap behind Jon's head to see if he can get it undone.]
All of this and you're afraid of spiders? Sounds like something I'd complain about.
[It's a belt with a small lock at the back. Jon shakes his head and tries to knock Jamie's hand away. He points toward the hallway, then puts his hands up like he's holding binoculars. There is a camera, and while the Guards might tolerate a clandestine visitor, he doubts they're going to appreciate him taking off his gag outside designated meal times.]
[Jamie rolls his eyes expansively and looks at Jon's face.]
You think that's going to work right now? Or that I'm really worried about being caught here? I know you probably think I'm not more than dandelion fluff, but I am not new to this, Archivist.
[Still, he sighs and sits back, arms crossed.]
Are you just going to type on your phone? Or do you just want me to get rid of the spiders and go?
[Jon's gaze flickers past Jamie to the camera. If it's not working, Jon's certainly not going to argue taking the damn gag off. He reaches up and tugs on the strap of his gag before bowing his head to Jamie. If the other man can deal with the lock, Jon will happily acquiesce to allowing the help. It means Jamie's probably going to have to put it back on, but needs must.]
[Jamie looks over the lock and wrinkles his nose. It's not complicated, the trouble is getting it open without hurting it. He reaches up to slide a pin out of his hair and works on unlocking it in the most mundane fashion. It takes a few seconds but he does manage to get it open with a soft click.]
We probably don't have long, [he says quietly as he undoes the strap of the gag.]
[Jon gives the gag a hard suck before it's removed so he doesn't drool down his chin. Jamie will be able to see it's a predictably phallic design as Jon wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist.]
You know, the only reason I haven't gone mad yet is because you aren't totally human yourself, [he says mildly as he examines the gag. Hm. He's a bit jealous of this piece of plastic. Jamie sets it aside on the cot and returns his attention to Jon.]
Our lives are all about balance, [he says as he sits on the cot. He's not sitting on the damn floor.] Our connection to the mundane world is what saves us, and we want - need - to feel accepted by it. And when we do things counter to that, it...
[Jamie tries to think, absently fidgeting with the ribbon on his pajama pants.]
We start to lose the ability to tell the difference. Coming out of the Hedge like that? That's not normal. Normal people don't do that. The normal world doesn't work that way.
I do love that you think you made me do anything, [he says with a dry look.] I don't know that it'd be a good idea to feed you in an enclosed space, but. I can deal with the spiders.
[Jamie looks at the corner in question. He can't see that far, but he trusts Jon that they're there.]
[Maybe he had been. Jon stares down at his hands and fidgets with them. God, he's exhausted. Getting rid of the spiders will solve a tiny piece of his problem with sleep, but it won't solve it. Still, he can be grateful.]
If you need me to do some sort of pledge before you get rid of them, I was being serious.
[He feels like he owes Jamie something at this point.]
Would you like to make it a formal, binding arrangement? Or will you just keep your word?
[Jamie lifts a brow. Maybe he should make sure he gets payment before he goes and performs such a service. He's curious that Jon so readily offered himself in the first place. Maybe he'll ask when Jon is his again.]
Contracts are how I do magic, but they're not the kind you're thinking of. Well, not exactly. The pledge I put us in before just made sure you'd be bound to me with consequences. I was angry with you.
[Jamie shrugs one shoulder.]
But, you've offered, and I'm accepting. It doesn't need to be more complicated than that, unless you're planning on trying to get out of it.
[You're not getting out of it, Jon. Jamie has it in writing.]
I'm happy to sit down with your calendar to work it out, [he says airily.] The contracts we use are ones the Gentry made with... I don't know. Facets of reality or something. Doesn't matter.
[Not right now, anyway. Jamie considers, looking off into the dark corner, then over at Jon.]
After I deal with the spiders, is there anything else I can help with? You look tired.
[Jon rolls his eyes at the mention of a calendar. He is interested in the contracts, but that's a question for when Jamie's not working on a clock. He can ask him over text later, maybe.]
Make the camera stop buzzing and the gag more comfortable?
[He sighs, then waves a hand vaguely.]
It's fine. It's only a week in here. Getting rid of the spiders will help. I can feel them watching me.
[He considers a moment, then slides something out of his pocket. It's nothing much, really. It looks like a smooth stone.]
Take this, [he says, holding it out to Jon.] It'll help you feel better.
[Probably. It's meant to, anyway. He made a few of these but he hasn't given any away yet. Jamie waits for Jon to take it, then gets up and wanders toward the corner in question. Banishing creepy crawlies isn't hard, especially if they're mundane.]
[Jon takes the proffered stone and begins examining it critically with the light from his phone's screen, trying to figure out what it is.
The spiders are entirely mundane things just trying to live their lives and keep the population of other bugs in the cellblock down. Jon does look up and over after a moment to watch Jamie, though, and make sure they don't try to overwhelm the changeling. He'd rather not watch someone else die by spider in his life.]
[The stone itself is warm from Jamie's body heat. There doesn't seem to be anything else special about it otherwise.
Given that the spiders are just trying to live their best lives, Jamie doesn't destroy them. But he does make sure they're gone. He gets up with a quiet sigh and wanders back to the cot. He sits down next to Jon again and leans against him.]
If you start getting worried or scared or whatever, just hang onto that and think of something nice. Or me. Whichever is easier.
[Jon frowns at the stone, rubbing it curiously until Jamie touches him. That gets him to look up, to properly regard the changeling again. When he does, he feels a blush rising to his cheeks.]
You've got rid of the spiders. I owe you, Jamie. I've been told to expect another anklet after I get out for at least a week. Probably best not to do it then, but I'll be available to sort out the payment.
[Jon can't quite bring himself to admit that he wants to be had. He'd enjoyed that room and swing in Jamie's cottage, being ordered about to an extent...]
[Jamie feels like he should point out the fact that Jon helped Wolf, and that means far more than getting rid of some wispy little spiders. And it means Jamie is probably more in Jon's debt than not. But. He liked feeling like Jon was his for a little while.
And, really, the excuse to tease Jon more is fun.]
Alright. Some time after your anklet comes off. Another seven days?
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He brushes his fingers over the gag, following a strap behind Jon's head to see if he can get it undone.]
All of this and you're afraid of spiders? Sounds like something I'd complain about.
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You think that's going to work right now? Or that I'm really worried about being caught here? I know you probably think I'm not more than dandelion fluff, but I am not new to this, Archivist.
[Still, he sighs and sits back, arms crossed.]
Are you just going to type on your phone? Or do you just want me to get rid of the spiders and go?
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We probably don't have long, [he says quietly as he undoes the strap of the gag.]
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Better something than nothing.
[He keeps his own voice low.]
How are you dodging the cameras?
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I just am.
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You haven't...? Why would that- what?
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[Jamie tries to think, absently fidgeting with the ribbon on his pajama pants.]
We start to lose the ability to tell the difference. Coming out of the Hedge like that? That's not normal. Normal people don't do that. The normal world doesn't work that way.
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[Jon grimaces.]
I shouldn't have made you come. I'm sorry, I just. I'm hungry, and the spiders... I don't like spiders.
[He gestures vaguely to one corner of the cell.]
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[Jamie looks at the corner in question. He can't see that far, but he trusts Jon that they're there.]
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[Maybe he had been. Jon stares down at his hands and fidgets with them. God, he's exhausted. Getting rid of the spiders will solve a tiny piece of his problem with sleep, but it won't solve it. Still, he can be grateful.]
If you need me to do some sort of pledge before you get rid of them, I was being serious.
[He feels like he owes Jamie something at this point.]
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[Jamie lifts a brow. Maybe he should make sure he gets payment before he goes and performs such a service. He's curious that Jon so readily offered himself in the first place. Maybe he'll ask when Jon is his again.]
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[That's the main draw for an actual contract here. He'd just sort of assumed it was needed.]
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[Jamie shrugs one shoulder.]
But, you've offered, and I'm accepting. It doesn't need to be more complicated than that, unless you're planning on trying to get out of it.
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I'm not. Just... don't pick an inconvenient time for the repayment.
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I'm happy to sit down with your calendar to work it out, [he says airily.] The contracts we use are ones the Gentry made with... I don't know. Facets of reality or something. Doesn't matter.
[Not right now, anyway. Jamie considers, looking off into the dark corner, then over at Jon.]
After I deal with the spiders, is there anything else I can help with? You look tired.
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Make the camera stop buzzing and the gag more comfortable?
[He sighs, then waves a hand vaguely.]
It's fine. It's only a week in here. Getting rid of the spiders will help. I can feel them watching me.
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Take this, [he says, holding it out to Jon.] It'll help you feel better.
[Probably. It's meant to, anyway. He made a few of these but he hasn't given any away yet. Jamie waits for Jon to take it, then gets up and wanders toward the corner in question. Banishing creepy crawlies isn't hard, especially if they're mundane.]
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The spiders are entirely mundane things just trying to live their lives and keep the population of other bugs in the cellblock down. Jon does look up and over after a moment to watch Jamie, though, and make sure they don't try to overwhelm the changeling. He'd rather not watch someone else die by spider in his life.]
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Given that the spiders are just trying to live their best lives, Jamie doesn't destroy them. But he does make sure they're gone. He gets up with a quiet sigh and wanders back to the cot. He sits down next to Jon again and leans against him.]
If you start getting worried or scared or whatever, just hang onto that and think of something nice. Or me. Whichever is easier.
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[Is it some sort of psychic stone? Seeing as Jamie hasn't been overrun with eight-legged fiends, Jon turns his attention back to the stone.]
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[Jamie brushes his fingers along Jon's arm, looking at the stone while Jon tries to puzzle it out.]
Don't take your offer back. I'd very much like to have you again, even if it's only for a little while.
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You've got rid of the spiders. I owe you, Jamie. I've been told to expect another anklet after I get out for at least a week. Probably best not to do it then, but I'll be available to sort out the payment.
[Jon can't quite bring himself to admit that he wants to be had. He'd enjoyed that room and swing in Jamie's cottage, being ordered about to an extent...]
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And, really, the excuse to tease Jon more is fun.]
Alright. Some time after your anklet comes off. Another seven days?
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