[ he's not surprised, but that doesn't mean he's any happier about the answer. this is a far cry from drowning his sorrows in some filthy bar--he still half wants to walk back out again, but nick just puts the robe on and winds it tight. ]
[ exhausted is more like it, if he's honest. he tries to crack a smile, like it's a joke, but it doesn't work. in the end he just shrugs a little, gesturing out. ]
[ that seems as good a cue as any to leave the bathroom, though he doesn't really know what to do once he's out. nick stops in his tracks for a moment, glances around the room and then moves to sit at the end of the bed instead. he doesn't actually want tea, but it's a better option than anything else right now. ]
You should have something to eat. I'm just going to...
[ if there's an end to that sentence, it doesn't come. ]
[ that's supposed to be a joke too, but, well. poor timing, to say the least. but despite all the very intense feelings around not deserving any of the affection, it's too hard to make himself pull away. so nick doesn't, he just closes his eyes and pulls in a few very careful, controlled breaths. ]
[ which he has now, and nick does desperately need sleep, so ragnor whispers a spell— he doesn't usually cast out loud, but doing so makes for stronger magic. nick can feel the spell as magic threads the magic with his free hand, it feels almost like a lullaby. ]
[ it's nice, soothing in a way he's desperately craving right now, and nick knows pretty quickly that ragnor's spell is going to work.
he just leans in closer, tips his head into ragnor's shoulder, and as he's drifting off, he murmurs out one last comment under his breath. safe, because he won't need to answer any follow up questions for the time being. ]
[ nick doesn't generally sleep well, so it's unusual when he wakes up and it's morning. no stirrings in the middle of the night, no restless pacing when he gets frustrated. nick just--sleeps, through the night, and he wakes up wound up tight in ragnor's space. he actually smiles, a little sleepily, before he remembers the events of the night before.
sneaking out would be an asshole move but nick thinks about it anyway, sitting up slowly and swinging his legs off of the bed. he doesn't get up though, just waits for ragnor to give some indication that he's awake too. ]
[ he's not quite at the stage of pretending that nothing happened, but he's close as he works a faint smile onto his face, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. ]
[ he doesn't want to let nick slip the mask back on, then it'd be impossible to get it off and he'd really rather this not end with nick screaming at him. ]
[ of course he doesn't want to. he can't talk about a lot of it, there were very specific instructions with very specific threats tied to them. but he hesitates for a moment, and then another couple of moments too, before eventually lying back down anyway.
he doesn't know where to start, so he just settles back into ragnor's side, presses his cheek to his chest, and shrugs. ]
[ ragnor pulls him close. oliver yelled the whole thing at ragnor, and ragnor listened, so he knows how oliver sees the situation, he understands, but he also knows there's more to it. ]
[ it's an easy enough answer, only made complicated by the fact that nick made very clear promises about not talking, and nick is half-convinced that william could have bugged him somehow too at this point.
despite that he keeps going, a hushed murmur under his breath that's every bit as tired and defeated as he is, but it's still an answer. ]
Oli. Anyone who knew anything. Might as well have been everyone I care about.
[ that's more complicated. how long--since he first got tangled up with william? since nick knew what he was and slept with him anyway? since it got violent? he drags out his answer, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek as he tries to figure it out. what's best--what's safe to say, too. ]
I found out what he was really like when those lists went up.
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Aren't you tired of this yet?
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[ he raised a magnus bane, this is nothing. ]
Aren't you tired of it?
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[ exhausted is more like it, if he's honest. he tries to crack a smile, like it's a joke, but it doesn't work. in the end he just shrugs a little, gesturing out. ]
Did you do tea?
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[ hopefully, it'll help nick sleep. ]
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You should have something to eat. I'm just going to...
[ if there's an end to that sentence, it doesn't come. ]
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We could sleep.
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[ but he leans in, just enough that his shoulder rests against ragnor's, like it's some sort of compromise. ]
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I can help you sleep.
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[ that's supposed to be a joke too, but, well. poor timing, to say the least. but despite all the very intense feelings around not deserving any of the affection, it's too hard to make himself pull away. so nick doesn't, he just closes his eyes and pulls in a few very careful, controlled breaths. ]
Okay, yeah. Whatever works.
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[ which he has now, and nick does desperately need sleep, so ragnor whispers a spell— he doesn't usually cast out loud, but doing so makes for stronger magic. nick can feel the spell as magic threads the magic with his free hand, it feels almost like a lullaby. ]
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he just leans in closer, tips his head into ragnor's shoulder, and as he's drifting off, he murmurs out one last comment under his breath. safe, because he won't need to answer any follow up questions for the time being. ]
I'm sorry, I am.
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[ they can talk in the morning, over breakfast.
tonight ragnor just puts nick to bed, lying down next to him and pulling him close. ]
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sneaking out would be an asshole move but nick thinks about it anyway, sitting up slowly and swinging his legs off of the bed. he doesn't get up though, just waits for ragnor to give some indication that he's awake too. ]
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Morning.
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[ he's not quite at the stage of pretending that nothing happened, but he's close as he works a faint smile onto his face, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. ]
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[ he doesn't want to let nick slip the mask back on, then it'd be impossible to get it off and he'd really rather this not end with nick screaming at him. ]
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he doesn't know where to start, so he just settles back into ragnor's side, presses his cheek to his chest, and shrugs. ]
Ask me something.
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What did he threaten you with?
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despite that he keeps going, a hushed murmur under his breath that's every bit as tired and defeated as he is, but it's still an answer. ]
Oli. Anyone who knew anything. Might as well have been everyone I care about.
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[ this william could be more powerful than him. but powerful people don't go around throwing their dicks around, they don't usually need to say it.
sammael hadn't needed to threaten him, once he'd found him ragnor had known what his options were. ]
He wanted you quiet because it gave him an advantage. Because he knew he'd be fucked if it came out. It's not your fault.
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[ he just doesn't seem to care. ]
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[ that's a question ragnor's not sure he wants the answer to. how long has nick been successfully hiding this? ]
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I found out what he was really like when those lists went up.
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How long had he been lying to you?
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[ he'd been ready with the reason, william didn't even have to come up with it. ]
November, I guess. It was only a couple of times, before I found out.
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