[ 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.
[ ragnor's furious, but it's not at nick. it's at the situation, and this william, and the fact that 'it's city shit' is a ready excuse for any wanker. ]
[ he modifies the sentence carefully, like it makes a difference, and settles his hand on ragnor's stomach, which actually does. ]
I don't regret it. I don't feel bad. Mostly I just feel- [ slimy. ashamed. riddled with guilt over the ever complex web of lies he's been building in all this time. ] ...tired.
Nate knows a little. He's probably connected a few dots.
[ and there's a whole different level of guilt there, over asking nate to keep his secrets, over asking him to make charms for and against people without their knowledge, over everything. ]
[ nick decided a long time ago that the contract situation took precedence over everything - himself included, strangers included, selfish as it might be. nick cares more about the safety of his very real friend than potential, hypothetical victims. ]
It's like, a month. Six weeks. Once it's done, I'm done.
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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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[ ragnor's furious, but it's not at nick. it's at the situation, and this william, and the fact that 'it's city shit' is a ready excuse for any wanker. ]
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[ nick shrugs carefully, decidedly not looking at ragnor and instead just...listening in at his chest. ]
I'm fine.
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[ he just pulls nick closer. ]
Don't lie to me. We've had enough of that.
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[ he modifies the sentence carefully, like it makes a difference, and settles his hand on ragnor's stomach, which actually does. ]
I don't regret it. I don't feel bad. Mostly I just feel- [ slimy. ashamed. riddled with guilt over the ever complex web of lies he's been building in all this time. ] ...tired.
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Who knows? I know Oliver and Pierce do. Does Nate?
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[ and there's a whole different level of guilt there, over asking nate to keep his secrets, over asking him to make charms for and against people without their knowledge, over everything. ]
I asked him not to tell anyone.
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[ nick's his priority right now, but he can't help thinking there might be others. people who don't have the support network nick has. ]
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[ nick sucks in a careful exhale, one that shudders at the end. but he's determined not to fall apart again. ]
But Oliver's still contracted to him.
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[ ragnor's remarkably calm. he hates the situation and he wants to kill the man, but he's very accepting on his role in this.
it's a familiar situation, a group of kids making a huge mess and him having a very limited ability to help. ]
And if he knows his play is falling apart he might get desperate.
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[ nick decided a long time ago that the contract situation took precedence over everything - himself included, strangers included, selfish as it might be. nick cares more about the safety of his very real friend than potential, hypothetical victims. ]
It's like, a month. Six weeks. Once it's done, I'm done.
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Nick, I need you to know I understand the situation, and I understand why you're doing what you're doing.
But you don't set yourself on fire to keep your loved ones warm.
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