hadriel_logs | You're a what?

Who: Flick and Jo Harvelle; separate thread for Flick and Pell.
Where: Spire 1, 201, Jo's apartment; the hara house for Flick and Pell
When: March 1 for Flick and Jo; March 8th for Flick/Pell
What: Flick explains what he, and the other Wraeththu, are; Flick and Pell have a heart to heart.
Warnings: Talk of violence, murder, death and rape.

After calling Jo up on the network(he'd put this off far too long) and asking for directions to her Spire, Flick left to meet her. After the disasterous meeting with Yukari, Flick wasn't going to suggest Jo come over to his anytime soon. Of course he probably shouldn't have been worried, Jo was already kind of friends with Pell, right? That just left Cal and Ulaume. Cal, who didn't like women,and Ulaume, who....well, was Ulaume. Really, he loved his chesnari, but politeness was sometimes not his forte.

Still he was surprised that Pell hadn't thought to mention that he wasn't human to her. He hoped he had told someone, what if he had gotten hurt and someone touched his wound? It would be disastrous. He understood being cautious but in this place, people needed to know. And now, Flick owed Jo an explanation.

Because there was nothing like asking a woman to knock you out, but making sure she didn't draw blood in order to ramp up her curiosity. Flick knocked on the door.

"Jo? Are you there, it's Flick."

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[ Pell comes home from the clinic radiating distress, as much as he tries to keep it locked down. He doesn't want to be without Cal, to not even know where he is... all he really knows is that he's coming home to an upset Flick, another thing he doesn't want. And he doesn't know what sort of upset he's walking into, or how angry Ulaume will be over it.

He can sense that they're both home, in their room, so he detours to his room first, taking off his bag and cloak before going back downstairs to start dinner, expecting that Flick won't want to. The other har will come to him when he's ready, most likely. ]

Ulaume had pretty much calmed Flick down. The hurt was still there, and always would be, but at least at the moment he wasn't bawling his eyes out. He hadn't needed to relive what Cal made him relive, although he understood why he had wanted to know. If the situation had been reversed, he'd want to know. Flick would have liked to think he'd have found a different way of getting the information though. Too many had already been hurt.

He felt Pell enter, and separated himself from Ulaume to go see him. He was almost afraid of what he would say.

"Pell."

"Flick." It's a tense greeting, Pell's eyes wary and careful as he can tell Flick's been crying recently. Probably just before he arrived home, even. He doesn't bother asking if the other har is alright, that's pointless and in a way less considerate than silence. He already knows the answer. Instead he says, "I'm sure he told you, but he's not coming back for awhile."

"I didn't mean for him to leave. I didn't ask him too."

Flick felt the need to explain, unsure of what he knew, of what Cal had told him. The more time went on here, the more he was having trouble equating the Cal who had killed Orien, who had lost his mind with Pell's 'death', with the Cal who was with him now, the sane one. The one Pell had fallen in love with. It was screwing him up.

Flick and his nervous energy, despite the red rimmed eyes and tear stained skin, picked up a rag and started dusting.

"I know, he said it was his idea. That he's worried if he didn't leave, you would. He won't tell me where he is, though -- he thought you might need me. So here I am." He pulls down a few cans and starts rummaging through their fresh vegetable selection, wanting to keep busy while they have this talk.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to go through it again. I can hear it from him eventually."

Flick shook his head, although he wasn't sure if Pell saw it. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to dredge up all those feelings again, but it bothered him that Cal knew things about him that Pell didn't. Cal of all hara.

"I'm not sure. I don't want to talk about it but, it doesn't feel right that he knows and you don't." He went over to Pell, where he was pulling things onto the counter and pressed his lips to a cheek, resting his head against the other.

"I don't want to feel like this again."

He goes still as Flick presses close, one hand coming up to cradle the other har's head.

"...I'm sorry."

For all of it -- that Flick had to live through the thing and then relive it for Cal. That he doesn't know, and one of them will have to tell him. That he died and caused the whole mess in the first place. He feels partially responsible, even though there's no way on the planet that it could be his fault or any of them could think it was. He still feels it.

"What can I do?"

Flick pressed himself against Pell, taking comfort in the other har's presence. His friend was warm and wonderful, and then he was crying again, new tears falling on Pell's clothes.

Then he has the answer, pressing his mouth to Pell's to share breath. He doesn't have to talk this way, opening most of his mind, although locks still remained around Lileem and bits of Mima. Not sure exactly what Cal had had a chance to tell Pell before everything went to hell, he shared. Flick sent Pell the missing scenes, how Cal had come to Saltrock, half dead, how they'd taken him in, crazed and lashing out at Orien. How he'd used Flick, rooning him in all the places he'd been with Pell, trying to erase painful memories. Until Flick had suggested the Nayati, and Cal got that gleam in his eyes. Shared how he'd woken up that night next to Seel, wandered into the bloody horror and then gone back to bed.

How he'd left Seel and headed out into the desert to find Itzama and the Dehara, and how he'd met Ulaume. He glossed over Mima, Pell probably only getting bits and pieces of his sister and more of Terez; how he'd called the Uigenna after they'd helped him. 3 days of hell. Flick glossed over the riverboat, ending with his argument with Seel in Forever, being escorted up the stairs by guards and locked in a room as Ulaume was escorted off the grounds.

"There." Flick said quietly. "Now you know more than Cal."

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