Magnus is really worried and the fire messages aren’t [redacted] so that doesn’t help. Come on Ragnor, just get us something about John if you can, or Alec is going to do something [redacted].
So apparently it's been 3 months. Powers that be sent me a notice we're ending in 6 days. I'm cool with renewing if you want to. Just let me know.
[ This is probably the third, fourth, maybe fifth draft because he didn't want to sound needy and he didn't want to sound pushy and after he hits send he notices it says we're ending and he hates how that sounds while reminding himself there technically isn't a we because Nick doesn't want one, and so yeah whatever. He'll be over here pretending like he's not checking his phone every ten seconds. ]
nick's already on the edge of some really bad decisions when the notice comes through, and he'd planned on ignoring it much like he's ignoring a lot of things. a week ago, nick wouldn't even have hesitated in scribbling his name down again. now, even the thought of it makes him feel like he's choking. )
um i mean its not a big deal either way right i'll get back to you?
Edited (the bracket was taunting me) 2021-05-21 19:45 (UTC)
[ Michael waits until the yelling stops before he shows himself. He'd come down at the start of it, as soon as he heard raised voices. Then he saw who it was, and made himself scarce until it was over.
Then, just after Ragnor leaves, he comes in to hang in the doorway and look at Nick. ]
( there's no satisfaction in watching ragnor walk out of the house. for a moment he just stands there uselessly, still thrumming with the kind of energy that needs an outlet. even though michael doesn't approach particularly sneakily, nick still jumps when he speaks.
there's maybe a few seconds where nick looks visibly, deeply upset, and then his face twists irritably and he stalks back to the sink. )
[ Replying to his message had been impossible. Michael gives it a few days. He keeps trying to send messages, and it keeps not working.
Eventually, he just goes to the Theatre, showing up just before he knows Nick's going to finish work. He goes to the area where the animals are kept, and leans in the doorway, effectively blocking the way out. ]
You know, you can break up with him. That's your call. It's a stupid call, but it's your call.
[ He takes off his hat. ]
Can't break up with me, though. I know better. See, you can't kid a kidder, Nick, I know this play too well.
( nick looks....fine. a little tired, a lot quiet, but mostly fine. there's a lot of ways to effectively sober a person up, because apparently drunk at work is just about the only line he won't cross, but he's packing up and vaguely outlining the plan to change that when michael shows up.
nick maybe could have predicted this, but honestly he didn't actually expect anyone to bother. not that it makes him any more receptive to the conversation. his expression quickly shutters into a tight frown, and he glances around for another exit that he knows isn't there.
sure would be a nice time to be able to portal. )
We weren't dating, it wasn't a break up.
( he's said that so many times that it's almost starting to feel like the truth. )
[ Nate had called him to help brew a potion. He'd said it was something new, something explosive. In fairness, that's actually true. It's just that it didn't need to be brewed today. What he needed, really, was alone time with Nick. So while the flax seed is stewing, he moves over beside him. ]
So, d'you want to talk about it?
Because, no offence mate, you're so deep in Coldplay that another minute and you'll be Radiohead. And I just don't want to see that happen to someone I care about.
( the funny thing is, nick really thinks he's doing a good job of hiding it. he shows up more or less on time, and his productivity has always been such a gamble that he doubts anyone notices nick spending more time staring at walls, or his hands, or his device, rather than doing the work he's supposed to be focused on. he showers the smell of booze and sweat and poor decisions off and chugs healing potions to handle the actual intoxication, and pats himself on the back for a job well done.
apparently not. )
Some people like Radiohead.
( nick doesn't get out on the spot well, honestly. he's an average liar, but only really when he has the time to come up with something. Nate catches him off guard — probably on purpose — and nick drums his fingers against the bench for a few moments before shrugging, suddenly very interested in this potion. )
I don't know. It's been a rough week. Couple of weeks.
[ Okay, so, Reggie's been giving this a lot of thought -- it isn't as easy as it sounds to just invent your own drugs (although significantly easier to just think them up rather than also have to make them) -- and he thinks he's finally come up with a solid supply menu, something that will help him and his product stand out amongst all the other dealers and drug venues.
He takes his time typing it all up, working out the descriptions carefully. ]
Ok so I thought abt it, and here's what I've come up with so far
1. I'm thinkin something like heart stickers, u know kinda like lsd? Obviously it's trippy and like it makes ppl feel there feelings stronger, like love or hate or w/e. And maybe also can make em love/hate something they usually feel differently abt, like yknow to get ppl to branch out more if they want to? 2. Ok u know those long ass unicorn lollipops? Well something like that. Sweet/sour and it makes ppl chill out like a pot brownie 3. glittery gold powder KINDA like coke but not totally, basically it brings you UP in every sense of the word. Makes u feel horny and just really really good 4. boozy licorice wheels w/ a sweet or sour center, sweet is kinda trippy and makes you all happy and adventurous too, sour's more like a calm effect that can enhance ur senses + makes u feel more connected to ppl
And 20 grams of each to start I think Plus anything else you might wanna throw in, I'm pretty open minded How's $200 sound?
( More details/info is here under the "drug menu;" happy to make any adjustments ( adding things in / taking them out, etc. ) based on what Nick would / wouldn't include if necessary! )
ok actually funny story i've been working on a bunch of stuff that kind of crosses over w some of these ideas anyway, so we're not starting from the ground up as long as people like know what theyre taking and what its going to do b4 u sell it to them this all sounds like a lot of fun 👍 i have this one that makes everything feel everything real sensitive as well if ur goin all out on the horny drugs, u can probably find a target audience for that
um, yeah? $200 is good? testing everything is gonna take a minute tho 🙏 i'm just one person yknow yknow
( obviously nick is awake, he hasn't slept normally since he was a kid, but he still waits to reply. almost an hour, hovering the app on screen without actually opening the message, because he doesn't want the read receipt to pop up. )
So if I'm going to throw you that party, I'm thinking doing it more as an invite thing than throwing open the doors.
I would rather it be people you enjoy than worrying about randomness and jerks we don't like.
[ Or somehow the chance of someone Kyle might want to destroy. There's not many but there's might be a couple. And one he isn't sure is in the city anymore or not. ]
[ The Letter appears on Nick's bed, it is in a proper envelope, and it even has a wax seal with an RF monogram on it.
It's in very elegant cursive. ]
Dearest Nick,
Some warlocks believe immortality to be a curse, divine punishment for our parentage (you may have noticed we are a melodramatic lot) I do not subscribe to that belief in general, and I divorce myself from it especially when I am granted the privilege of meeting someone like you. I do apologize for embarrassing you, I know this is not quite the brand of praise that you 'kink' but this type of letter allows for it, so you will have to deal. You are a rare soul, a contagious energy, a light, if you will. I find it quite impossible to not be drawn to it.
I don't yet know what shape our relationship will take. But you should know I will be in your life for as long as you'll have me.
Now before I close this off, I would be remiss not to include at least some of what you were expecting, so, here goes:
It has been but a week since I last saw you, and yet I find myself yearning for your company. There is an image in my head of you on Magnus' lap, your back arched, eyes closed; had I any artistic skill, I would sketch it; you were a vision, worthy of Michelangelo. I do so look forward to seeing you like that once more, perhaps this time with me as the sole cause.
hi you don't know me i don't think? but i was given your contact info about being someone who either has or can make something for people who typically can't get drunk? is this correct?
Hope I have the right person. My name's Dick, and I was in attendance at the Scratch party. I was lead to believe that you might be able to help someone with specialized liquors.
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