it's too late to say you're sorry [closed]

[championbittersweet]

Who: Jonathan Reid and Haein
When: After his meeting with Fayura
Where: In the library
What: Sorting paperwork
Warnings: Probably talk about vampire stuff, will add more if anything comes up


Feeling healthier than he has in weeks, perhaps even longer, Jonathan finds a new interest in the goings on at the Queen's residence, and a new desire to prove his gratitude to her for her assistance. So when he hears that Loren still needs help with the influx of complaints, he quickly accepts and heads to the library with a new box of letters, Loren having said since there were two of them now, they could handle more.

Even the idea of company seemed pleasant now, and Jonathan had a faint smile on his lips when he located the area set aside for the work... until he saw who was there. Immediately his movements were slower and more careful as he set the box down and drew out a chair opposite Haein.

"It seems we're expected to work together for a time."

Comments

[unwieldy]

It's... true. Haein is afraid of Jonathan. He thought he'd be able to get rid of the monster by pushing him away with harsh words, but that doesn't seem to be working at all if their continuous encounters have been any indication.

Still, learning how to use a gun? Potentially taking a life? Haein harbors a lot of hatred in his heart for so many things and people, and he's wished them ill and more on several occasions, but killing is...

"I don't know," he admits, his eyes dropping back to the pistol in his hands. "You're springing a lot on me."

[championbittersweet]

It interests him that Haein hasn't handed the weapon back or set it aside yet either. While Jonathan understands the reluctance to take up a weapon, the lack of rejection speaks volumes in its own way too.

"This world, and any other, will spring worse on you without warning," he says quietly. "My offer will remain as long as you need it. But if you are truly afraid of me or others and truly wish to learn how to fight and stop my kind... few would be able to teach you better."

[unwieldy]

The answering silence draws out for a beat longer than necessary. Haein doesn't need to be told about how the world works. It's already fucked him every which way, and he knows it'll continue to happen unless he does something about it. He just hadn't expected that something to involve a gun.

He can't come to a decision. Not right now.

"I'll consider it," he says, voice hesitant. Haein places the gun down on the desk before sliding it toward Jonathan. It's going to haunt him. He's going to spend too much time thinking about this offer now.