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tcrminates‌:

joey just … sits there. slade’s not sure what he’s supposed to do, but … he doesn’t mind. this is the first time he’s seen his son in so, so long. he doesn’t look like the jos’ika he remembers, that boy was young, a child, and this one is … scared, clinging. slade’s hand tightens on the back of him as he thinks of what he must be remembering.

what slade couldn’t keep his own damn son from.

there should be something he should say. addie would say something. but this boy is barely his son, dar’manda - he has lost his heritage, thanks to adeline’s idiocy. breaking her mandalorian vows to give him to the jedi, and now -

slade doesn’t even know his own son.

something is on the tip of his tongue. he pulls jo’s face close. ‘ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad.’ it’s the adoption vow for a mando father, a promise to jo. ‘i am your father.’ a pause, as if jo would know the significance of it.

‘this is the kyr’nynir. we’re in the outer rim.’ a pause. ‘i’ll get you a pen and paper.’

Joseph hates how foreign Mandoa sounds to him now, as a young teen it isn’t a language he will get the privilege of speaking again, and that leaves him with an ache in his chest that he isn’t sure he will get over. But somehow, his father’s words and voice sooth that away, chases away the fear and anxiety that wells beside all the other emotions he has.

Looking up at Slade, at his father, listens to the words that just barely make any sense and melts a little bit into the hands.

Then he pulls away and Jo spends another few minutes looking around the room. Kyr’nynir. . . Carefully his legs swing off the edge of the bed and he stands, holding its edge to make sure he doesn’t fall or trip before finally taking a few steps, wondering to the wall and the nearest window. Joey’s green eyes spend sometime scanning the scenery outside, looking up and down before he turns to his father with that same confused look.

multiloquently‌:

[ fair enough . ] making light of trauma . not an uncommon sight around the den , what with how many of them have baggage behind them , though a refreshing change from grant’s denials , the spots in his memories that worry hart even to this day , even as grant is scowling at him and joey . [ come with me . ]

he doesn’t take joey into anyone’s rooms - they’re not invading anyone’s privacy , though he does point out who’s who as they pass - [ glider and the top . mirror master . weather wizard . rainbow raider . trickster - ] something goes boom in the room and hart ushers joey past as axel cracks the door , the little blond shouting an apology and then shutting his door again . “ you should keep it in the workshop , brat , ” hart chastises through the door , getting a fart noise in reply that he rolls his eyes at .

[ brothers , ] he offers to joey . [ the rogues all have what we call a gimmick , something we try to portray . and we make our own gear for it - usually nonlethal , because killing means serious jail time and cold - ] he pauses , laughing before he fingerspells - [ len . wants to keep his people out of that . he’s good . ]

there’s a fond look on his face as he pushes hair back from his face . [ they all are . which is probably why we get thought odd . they’re villains , sure , but they’re not evil . ] he switches back and forth between talking about the rogues like he is and isn’t one - pied piper is , at least right now , a vigilante .

Joey follows, eyes on Hartley as they make their way down the hall and decidedly not on his brother.

Being guided through leaves him with a familiar ache in his chest as they wonder past the rooms and he is informed of each person on the other side. It’s a family here, all found, oddly fitted and fashioned, but comfortable and loved. It’s after a moment it reminds him of his first visit to the Titan’s Tower when he was young, the same air of affection that got fostered from a sense of belonging.

But this air is. . Sounder, somehow more stable despite being home to a dozen or so people convicted of one crime or another. Joey even watches Axel with a soft laugh, a little wheeze of a noise that ends up into a small coughing fit before he waves it off.

‘ It’s nice here ’ Joseph pauses and looks around them, motioning his hand in a sweeping motion while he does so, ‘ your home is nice, H. ’

Again, he pauses, giving a slightly discontented look before talking once more.

‘ How do you sign your name? Is there a way you like it signed? I like. . ’ He makes the motion for art, but ending it with his pinkie motioning the last sign for J. ‘ I doubt my brother told you that I paint too. ’

deadravager‌:

grant watches his hand form the sign, feels it. he stares down at his hand, making the sign once or twice more, preoccupied. it’s not too hard, he supposes. it could be WORSE. E. this is exhausting. now he has about twenty-five more letters to learn, give or take the easy ones. joey looks exhausted with him. well, joey doesn’t have to be trying to get him to do this, but apparently it’s preferable to the notebook.

‘sure,’ grant shrugs. he sits up, stretching. ‘how do you take yours?’ they can go down to the kitchen and grab some, even if they have to wait for the coffeemaker to slowly make it. it strikes grant that while it used to feel like he knew everything about his little brother, now he feels more like a stranger than ever before.

He watches his brother for some times, motioning the sign several times over to get the feel of it, which is. . . Reassuring at least, watching Grant try and make some attempt to accomidate his brother and how he communicates, even if he seems less then happy to learn.

Standing with a soft grunt, he rubs his knees as he does, following behind Grant to the kitchen. He doesn’t mind the way for the coffee, gives him time to wonder over to the fridge and pull out a carton of whole milk, placing it beside the machine while also looking for the sugar. When he doesn’t find it at first glance around the kitchen, Joey looks to Grant with a slight frown, grabbing for the note book and pen.

' 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳? '

His finger motions to the cabinet, asking to see if he can find it for him.

Addie: They might say different

Slade sitting by himself in a room Me loudly: THEY??

#JOSEPH WILSON I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE #titans #titans spoiler #spoiler #;; ooc - Airi audibles

Like for a starter! I think I missed a few last time.

#;; ooc - Airi audibles #;; starter call

Closed starter - Prime Earth @windowedeyes - Slade Wilson

Minds are tricky things, if you think too hard it’s a mess of crossed connections that create static and noise. Space out and it’s white, blank, nothing, no thoughts. . Nothing. Occasionally, if Joey gets lucky, he can do other things besides take in Slade’s cocktail of emotions and how they manifest here. Sometimes he might get to see a dream, occasionally he can watch the world through his father’s eyes, and if he is really lucky, he might get someone to talk to, which is rarely. When Slade dreams, Joey counts himself lucky. A whole world is given to him, something new to explore, something different to do, anything but what he had spent the last. . He doesn’t know how long he has been here. But it’s been long enough he has stopped trying to talk to Slade in his dreams. Sometimes he might, but the reaction is always the same, relief, excitement, remembrance, guilt, pain, after which he is shut out again.

Tonight Joseph is watching from the corner of the room of their old home, the one he remembers being left alone in so much as a child. It’s almost foreign, watching his father inhabit the home, watching him move about it. Joey doesn’t say anything while he does, it’s easier to be a ghost on the edges of his vision, watching him, then watching the reaction he gets when presenting himself again. So he watches, moves quietly through the house with Slade.

#;; Prime Earth - Alternate Storyline #;; Slade Wilson - WindowedEyes #;; IC

multiloquently‌:

[ better than he probably would have said about us to you , ] hartley assures him - sure , grant’s said some off things , but not quite so many as joey probably thinks . like with slade , grant has trouble talking seriously about joey , about growing up , about the world they shared , and he tends towards talking about the good instead of much else , even if there are some snide comments about joey here and there . as for him not mentioning the rogues much , well -

[ something about the gem cities makes them hard to even describe . i’m not shocked we didn’t come up . ] they really do seem like a whole other world sometimes , which hart supposes can be said for anywhere , but central and keystone see things that even hartley , born and raised there , has trouble comprehending sometimes beyond ‘ just a thing that happens sometimes . ’

[ we appreciate you taking the chance to come visit , though . hopefully we’re not too scary ? ]

‘ Slade Wilson raised me, H. ’

He signs it in a very matter of fact way, half a smirk on his face about Hartely thinking that Joey would be scared off by ‘ the Rogues also being scary. ’ He could care less, they aren’t anything compared to the father and mother he had in childhood, or the big brother he still had in adulthood.

Still he waves it off and motions around the room.

‘ Show me around? Tell me what you do here? The Rogues are considered Oddballs, I would like to know you guys better. ’

He hopes his smile looks charming, still trying his best to aggravate his brother stewing in the corner of the main room.

deadravager‌:

‘i’m doing it!’ grant insists. ‘it’s not my fault this makes no fucking sense!’ he hisses through his nose. ‘you’re going too fast .’ he can’t make out the differences when joey makes the signs, even if on paper it’s a little easier. grant’s fingers feel like they should hurt from all the moving around. why does joey expect him to master this all in an AFTERNOON?

he sighs. grant doesn’t want to do this anymore. he really doesn’t. but something forces him to keep on going, to keep squinting at joey’s hands and trying to make them work for himself. grant feels CLUMSY when he tries to do the signs, and that feeling of weakness makes him angry.

‘let’s take a break,’ grant decides. a compromise.

Joey takes a deep breath, hands on his face while he works through the annoyance of his brother simply not learning. Eventually his hands drop back into his lap, giving his brother a worn through look about how much this was bothering him as much as it was bothering Grant. But he wants the ease, the expression he doesn’t get to give when scrawling down in his note book as quickly as he can. Reaching over he takes Grant’s hands into his own, carefully moving his fingers to form and ‘ E ’ before raising his free hand to mimic it. He is gentle when he does it finger tips nudging his around till he can pull away and grab his note book. One of the pages is already filled out with the alphabet, which Joey uses to point a pen tip at the E already there. Pulling away, Joseph huffs out another soft noise, turning to a blank page so he can write out.

" 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦? "

tcrminates‌:

slade shakes his head as joseph shoves back. ‘you have to stay still. i’m trying to help you.’ joseph is still trying to - speak, to make noise, but his severed vocal cords mean that he physically can’t. slade doesn’t know what to tell him other than what he already did. ‘you won’t be able to talk.’ he would ask how he managed to survive, but joseph is incoherent already.

he can see how scared he is in his eyes. well, he’s far away from the temple, from the bodies there and from the people who took him away from slade. and now he’s crying. slade wants to know what the jedi were teaching him if it wasn’t to take a wound, to learn to live with it, but they always struck him as a little bit strange.

slade goes tense. he almost resists joseph pulling him in at first, but then he doesn’t when he realizes how harmless it is. joseph is getting tears all over his shirt, of course, but slade doesn’t find it in himself to care. ‘ad’ika -’ a pause, slade looking down at him awkwardly, bandages still wound around his hands. slowly, he puts a hand on joseph’s back, returning the gesture of affection.

it’s good to see him. that much is true.

“ - ir. ”

Joseph tries so hard to get the word out of his throat, tries his best to speak what little of his native tongue his knows or remembers. But ‘ Buir ’ doesn’t come out, instead a noise that sounds like a croak does, strangled and non-human. He gives up, for now, this won’t be the last time he tries to form some sort of words. For now he spends time there, curled up against his father’s chest while he recollects his thoughts on what had happened. He remembers the temple, the faces of his friends and teachers, he remembered it was time for food when they screaming had started. Troopers had forced their way in, demanding they surrender, and that those who didn’t would be killed. Joey remembers that even those who did, like himself, were still killed. His grip on Slade tightens, shaking ever so slightly while everything reels back. He remembers the dagger to his throat, the sound of blood rushing in his ears and panic, and then being tired. Then waking up here. Pushing back, Joseph looks around, looking at the room. _Where was here? What had happened? Who surprised? How long was he out?_

#tw #death #injury #gore

#add me and them!!#I'm too low in spoons for a lot lately so!!#;; ooc airi audibles

survivor-positivity

it’s not selfish to want happiness. you deserve joy

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tcrminates‌:

joseph wakes up, and there is relief. slade’s feet tap across the floor to see him - he’s been keeping an eye on the bandage, which has healed well, and the general state of him. his presence in the force is still very much there, which is a good sign, so long as slade is concerned.

he speaks to him in basic instead of mand’o, because he isn’t sure how much the boy remembers. he was taken terribly young. slade wonders if he’s even remembered. he knows that he had never forgotten joseph.

‘relax,’ slade says, voice coming closer, a hand on joseph’s shoulder pressing him down. ‘you were hurt.’ the blade had cauterized the wound, and the jedi that had done it hadn’t been paying attention, and it is sheer luck that joseph is where it is. slade could never be more aware of that. the boy is terrified because he cannot speak, that much is true.

‘the ‘saber severed your vocal cords. be grateful you’re alive.’ that should do it. slade’s hands deftly replace the bandages against joseph’s neck. it had taken a long time to get joseph to this point - stable, present, alive. slade had almost slashed the droid in half once or twice.

He is being forced down into the bed, something Joseph is not keen on doing, feeling trapped the moment the hands try to pin him there. With a shove, and the weakest forced push Slade had likely ever felt, Joey is trying to shove his father off with just enough time to gather himself into the sheets as some form of protection. He’s still panting, feels tears in his eyes that blur his vision while he tries to understand, because even with the gruff voice, he does not. “ Ah - !! ” Another attempt to speak ends up a coughing fit, Joseph holding his throat while he looks up at Slade with shaken and scared eyes, unsure, lost, still trying to pick apart everything and what had happened.

He can’t speak, he’s starting to wrap his head around that, and his throat burns like the worst sore throat he ever had as a child each time he does. Still, he ends up sobbing in his hands while he lets his father’s hands come back around his throat and change the bandage. Which is about then he realizes, that’s his father, the man he hasn’t seen for years, nearing a decade. And he’s here, tending to Joey like he never left.

Reaching, Joey wipes a tear from his cheek, trying desperately to settle down the panic he is still fighting to take in his father. Finally they reach out, grabbing the other’s collar and pulling him close till he can bring him into a tight hug.

multiloquently‌:

of course hartley knows who the pretty blond is , and what he’s here for - grant hasn’t stopped stressing about his brother’s visit since they set the date , making a nuisance of himself in a house already well aware of his status as a nuisance . it might’ve been easier , hartley thinks , if things had been different : if grant’s trips back to his childhood home had ever gone well , if he hadn’t given up so easily on every attempt to teach him sign , if he could even begin to acknowledge the things that deathstroke had done to him and joseph … but that’s all too little too late and joey is here , now , and hart had been given express instructions not to flirt with grant’s little brother .

which is exactly why he’s doing it . he can hear grant’s pulse increase and his teeth grind , even as he sees realization in joseph’s eyes , and the smirk he’s put on , a mimicry of len’s cool , collected swagger , turns to a genuine grin as joseph scrambles to introduce himself .

[ don’t worry . we’re familiar with sign here . i’m hartley . ] he spells his name out for the other man , green eyes sparkling with mischief . [ it’s nice to meet you , joey . grant’s told us a lot about you . ] his sign for grant’s name is a g , followed by the sign for angry .

Joseph had already had a bright look in his eyes simply from the attention and mischief that he knew was going on, but it gets even more vivid when not only does this man sign to him, but has his own sign for his brother.

He grins, tucking the note book back into his pocket, happy it’s going unneeded and unused today.

‘ All good, I hope. Probably not, if I know him at all. ’

His hand extends to Hartley, letting him shake it before they come back up for more talking, now taking the chance to pester his older brother further. And get to know the other man a little bit more.

‘ He doesn’t tell me a thing about anyone here. I’m surprised he is even letting me visit, so private. ’

He finds himself comfortably leaned against the wall with his shoulder while they chat, perfectly content spending a few minutes away from his mostly God awful bother in the room, who is watching with piercing eyes. Lord only knows what he has done to deserve Hartley flirting with his kid brother, but Joey won’t complain.

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ. @ᴅᴇᴀᴅʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇʀ

' 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. '

Joey had been trying, and failing, to teach Grant even the most basic of the alphabet for the better part of the last two hours. Granted this had been the most progress made after a few months or so of trying, even if the progress being that Grant was even trying at all - !! But, Joseph looks frustrated when Grant still can’t tell the difference between A, E, or S.

He understands he supposes. . . It took him well into two years to truly master ASL, and even then he still has trouble occasionally. He had just hoped the Alphabet would have been easy.

That doesn’t stop him when he runs through A and E one more time, breathing out from his nose when he puts the note pad down that he had been using to write with for the sake of communication.

' 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵. '

#;; ic #;; main #;; Grant Wilson - Deadravager

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ. @ᴛᴄʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇꜱ

Joey spends a moment purely dazed when his eyes finally open up for the first time. He still feels cold, from his finger tips to his shoulders and back down to his toes, something that even with the layers of blankets he knows he has on cannot help. His green eyes look up, look around, tracking absolutely nothing, not the walls, not the voices around him, still so utterly unaware despite his consciousness coming to. Despite it, he does try to fight the fog, eyes drifting back and forth while his thought process clears. He finally picks up on something, a voice, old, gruff, familiar in a way that is as much a comfort as it is a fear. “ Nngh. . . ”

His first reaction is to call out, but the second is pure and unmitigated panic when nothing comes out but a strangled noise, that his throat feels so distinctly w r o n g when he tries. His eyes fly open, shooting out of bed just as his hands come to his throat, grasping at the bandages wrapped around it to try and find out what has happened. The pain hits him next, forcing him back down with a panicked wheeze while he searches the room, stopping only when they finally land on Slade.

#;; AU - In the stars - Star Wars #;; Closed #;; IC #;; slade wilson - tcrminates

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ. @ᴍᴜʟᴛɪʟᴏQᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ

Joey spends a brief moment wondering, does this guy know? Does this guy even had the slightest idea of who he is and why he is here? Because it certainly isn’t be to be flirted with.

He had come to see his brother, which was a rarity in and of itself. Joey isn’t fond of Grant, nor Grant of Joey. They had their spats and fights, a few brawls that led to several blood noses. But he’s still, despite everything, his brother. And because he is visiting his brother, he doesn’t expect to be stopped, at all, let alone by a man who is leaned against the wall and absolutely d r i p p i n g with charm.

And then he looks into the corner of the room, sees Grant, sees the look on his face, and understand exactly why he is being stopped.

From out of his pocket comes a note pad and pen.

' 𝘐'𝘮 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦? '

#;; ic #;; canon divergent #;; hartley rathaway

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