video. open to all lockets.

[cerebral]

I need help. [Charles looks more like how he'd been when he arrived in the Drabworld nearly two years ago - longer hair, a full beard, only this time he was dealing with piecing his mind together bit by bit rather than recuperating from years of substance abuse. While he talks, he continually looks off at something at the corner of his eye, blinks, before refocusing on the locket again.]

Not with getting anywhere, or anything like that. Look - I can't be the only one who was wounded during the battle. I was before then. I'd gone through something some weeks before, but... I don't know. I don't know if everything made it worse, or if it kept it from getting better. [He runs a hand through his hair out of nervous habit. Wherever he is, there's not a lot of people surrounding him and with good reason. There are times when his telepathy threatens to overwhelm him again and it's better to be away from large crowds right now.]

It's my head. My mind. [There's a deep sigh, before he pushes forward because fuck his career as a spy - ] You remember when you shared memories with one another? I can do that naturally. And because of everything - I can't sleep very well, not very well at all.

[There's more to it than that but doesn't want to get into the nitty gritty; he's sure people can infer. Mumbling - ] Where can any of us even go right now? [A moment later and he clears his throat.]

I would also...I'd like to know who's still here. Even if we haven't met in person before. Fuck, even if we hated each other. It's a wild new world and, God - [He smiles for the first time, bright and abrupt, in spite of everything that happened.] There was mention of a party? I need a party. A week's worth.

Comments

video

[cinnamoned]

[There's a frown as she bites her lip. Charles. Asking for help. Instinctively, she wants to ask where he is, if he's hurt. But that doesn't quite seem to be it.]

Help? I'm not sure what Hermione has taught me will help with something like that. Injuries, I might help with enough until someone else more skilled could get there. But this.....you will find someone, won't you?

[Snow, Charles is not a child and you are not his mother. But that still does not stop her fretting all the same. Worrying about her friend, even amid the relief of knowing he's still around at all in all of this. One more familiar face.]

I think we could do with a party, yes. After all this.

[cerebral]

I'm trying, at least. And you mentioned the one person who possibly could. We just spoke.

[It's okay Snow, everyone can use an adult sometimes even if they are one. He looks weary as he tries for a genuine smile - ] God, but I'm glad to see you're alright.

[cinnamoned]

Oh, good. She was just -- the first person I thought of. With some of what I know her magic can do. I'm still learning, and the runes, myself. But it is good to see you too. I think we're all wondering just who is still here after all that.

[It is good to know she still has at least one friend around. In the aftermath of all that with the Gem. And at least for now things seem quieter, less tense. They have some time now to recuperate and reorient themselves in this new time.]