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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits on the bed crossed-legged and writes.

Last night with Bartleby, he did . . . something. In my head. Moved something away or sheilded it or covered it or something. So I was still sick and sore, but I wasn't begging for horse anymore. That's a step up.

He's a real, actual angel and that must be why when I'm with him I feel like someone worth saving so damn good.

Nothing about this place makes any sense if you look at it in parts, but if you look at it all together, it's really quite wonderful. It's a bit like the island, really: a hodgepodge of people with their own histories, coming together out of necessity.

I just don't want to disappoint anyone this time.

Got to play for hours and no one complained of the singing. I blame the Muse entirely.

He puts the notebook aside and curls up on the bed.

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[bloodyrockgod]

"Mm, buxom," murmurs Charlie.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby grins, and ruffles his hair. "Trevor jumped. 'What!!!' he said. 'Oswald, what did you say?' And he turned around and advanced on Oswald, and Oswald cowered a little, and there was a second when Oswald suddenly remembered that, despite everything, Trevor was still the eleventh most powerful wizard in the world."

[OOC: still want to play this out, despite... happenings?]

[bloodyrockgod]

"So he is a grumpy wizard."


[ooc: yeah, I still want to play this out--he does refer to it in the other thread. Do you know how the story ends :D?]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Not really, man, but he'd been pushed to his limits by Oswald. Anyway, Oswad cowered, and Trevor calmed down, and said, 'Why are you only teling me now?' Oswald shrugged a froggy shrug, and said 'Go and get changed!'"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie decided not to point out that frogs have no shoulders and it's difficult to shrug without them, and continues listening, smiling with his eyes closed.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Trevor no longer looked like the eleventh most powerful sorceror in the word, and instead looked like a Trevor. So Oswald had no compunction about telling him what to wear. 'The blue robe,' he said. 'And brush your hair, and clean your teeth, and put an earring on.' (Trevor had a pierced ear - a relic from the only time he had ever been drunk.)

"While Trevor was in his room changing, the first batch of guests arrived, and Oswald was busy with greeting them. So he didn't at first notice when Trevor came back down. Until a gasp spread through the guests, and he turned to see a tall, stunningly handsome wizard in blue descending the stairs, blushing furiously."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie opens his eyes long enough to give Bartleby a skeptical look, then closes them again without comment.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby notices the look. "It's a fairy tale," he says, grinning. "You must have run across the ugly duckling concept before."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I wasn't thinkg 'ugly duckling' so much as 'inter-species loving', but tell me the rest of the story anyway. I cheerfully admit to having a dirty mind."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you guessed the ending. Dammit." Bartleby snickers.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie laughs and lifts his head from Bartleby's leg. "You're not serious? Hell of a fairy tale, that."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Well, something along those lines, anyway. But now you spoiled it." Bartleby's pout is unconvincing.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I'm sorry," Charlie says dramatically, draping his arms over Bartleby's neck--and then just as quickly pulls away. "Well. I've had my glass of water and my bedtime story. Guess it's time I try to sleep."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"You think you can?" Bartleby looks pleased.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I want to try." Charlie moves under the covers. "Though it's likely I'll kick you some more and possibly wake you with my nightmares. In which case you may push me out."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby snorts. "It's all cool, man. It's a big bed." He slips down under the covers as well, curling on his side.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie lies on his side, back to Bartleby. After a few minutes he says quietly, "Thanks, mate."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"It's no problem," Bartleby says. "It's... helped me. To help you. My mind's a steadier place."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Despite getting into the chaos of mine? Hm." He turns onto his back and leaves his hand loose at his side--an invitation, not a demand.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby either doesn't pick up on or ignores the invitation. "It's not right now, but for a while? My mind beat yours hands down." He grins a little.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yeah, that trying-to-wipe-out-existence thing." He waits a few second more then pulls his hand back.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. And the whole insane thing."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie doesn't know what to do or say--but he does hold out his arm in a more obvious invitation. "Come keep me warm."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby scoots over, settling himself easily. "This makes it more likely that you'll kick me, I take it?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Suck it up, angel," Charlie answers comfortably and starts stroking Bartleby's hair. "Shove me over if it gets too much."