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Wasting All These Nights (Trying to Keep You Off My Mind): Chapter 20

TW: discussions of sexual assault. Descriptions of sexual assault.

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“How did you know?” I asked. I wasn’t really surprised, and didn’t bother to hide it.

“I sensed and suspected during your instruction…” he explained, keeping his voice low, while keeping an attentive gaze over my shoulder for any prying eyes or ears. When he looked back at me his expression softened from caution to something almost grandfatherly. “But I can see it in your face clearly now.”

I nodded, a little shiver running down my spine with the recall — the emotions and thoughts coming back as if they happened moments ago.

“I have… memories now. Hers and mine. Mostly mine… and a name. My name.”

Tindomiel. 

It rang through my mind like the words of a childhood song I’d been struggling to remember for years. But I didn’t speak it aloud, some shapeless instinct in me holding it back.

“Ah…” He looked genuinely sad, and made no effort to mask it. “And you have not yet shared it with your companions?”

“Not yet.”

“You should,” he stated, gaze drifting toward where Legolas and Gimli had headed to see Haldir and his brothers off. “Though I would advise you choose your moment wisely… and privately.”

“I was planning on it…” I couldn’t quite restrain a somewhat dry smile up at him. “Though I don’t suppose you can tell me why you’re giving me this advice now that I have my name specifically?”

He smiled, the sadness not quite leaving despite the warmth of it.

“You should know by now, Eleanor, that it is the prerogative of a Wizard to be cryptic,” he murmured softly, reaching out to rest a weathered hand on my shoulder. “So I hope you won’t begrudge me one more piece of veiled advice: Tread carefully with the answers you pursue weilding that knowledge, especially now. Each answer you uncover will have far-reaching consequences, for you both. Many that you cannot yet see or understand yet.”

I hadn’t told Gandalf any details of what I’d experienced in the memories during the palantir attack, but somewhere in my guts, I was utterly certain he knew exactly what I’d seen. Who I’d seen. Every detail. And he understood in unfathomable detail all the consequences of what was to come, now that I had this one crucial piece of the puzzle resting in my hands at long last — whether I heeded his warnings or not." Amabilis Insania (Rávamë's Bane: Book 3) Chapter 3: A White Tree Burning

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Gi-hun pulled out the gun-lighter and held it in front of the man. Instantly, his arms shot up, eyes going wide. He looked to Gi-hun, almost as if to ask him what he wanted, or to please not shoot him. Gi-hun, feeling an odd sense of pity for the man, pulled the trigger. A flame flickered to life from the barrel of the gun. The businessman’s lips settled into a firm line, staring at Gi-hun. Silently asking him, “Did you seriously just do that?”

“I come from a very long line of Buddhists, so find another guy to preach to,” Gi-hun told the man, gesturing with the lighter to anywhere that wasn’t here before clicking it off and setting it in his lap.

The businessman lowered his arms. “I’m not here to preach to you about religion, Mr. Seong. I come here with a business opportunity for you… Of sorts, at least.”

His name from this stranger’s mouth sent ice through his veins. Gi-hun turned to look at the man beside him, eyes narrowed with justified suspicions. “How did you know my name?”

“I know many things about you, Seong Gi-hun.” The businessman smiled. “I know that you’re forty-seven years old. Your birthday is October 31st, 1974--A Scorpio with a Taurus moon sign, very fitting. You attended Daehan Technical High School and graduated in February 1993. You worked at Dragon Motors, Assembly Team One, until the company laid you off ten years ago. Then you opened a chicken shop, and then a small snack bar. Both failed. You now work as a chauffeur. You’ve been divorced for about three years, your daughter is ten years old as of today--congratulations to her, by the way--and you owe a collective sum of four hundred and ten million won to loan sharks and banks. Your mother is also currently suffering from Type 2 Diabetes and can’t afford any treatment, and your daughter and ex-wife are due to move to Los Angeles, California, by next year.”

Gi-hun stared at the man, anger born of fear at just how much of his life this stranger knew. “Who are you?” Gi-hun asked. Was this guy with Mal-chin and Sunshine Capital? Or was he tied to the mob? Gi-hun was pretty sure he didn’t owe anyone in the mob money, but now he wasn’t sure. “What business of yours is all that?”

“I am simply a Recruiter, Mr. Gi-hun.” The man explained to him with a gentle smile that didn’t quite suit his face. “It is my duty to know things about all potential clients of Origin Labs!”

“And… what exactly are you “recruiting” me for?”

“A sleep study.”

Gi-hun blinked. “A… sleep study?”

“Yes, a sleep study.” The Recruiter nodded. He opened his briefcase, and sitting on top was a crisp, freshly printed pamphlet. On the front, stylized like the old atompunk cartoons Gi-hun used to watch as a kid, were happy, smiling, sleeping men and women tucked into some odd, futuristic-looking bed… tube… thing. ‘Origin Labs! Wake Up to a Better Future’ is printed in obnoxiously pink and black font over a simple green background. But Gi-hun’s eyes are drawn almost immediately to the stacks of money tucked neatly into the briefcase.

“If you agree to participate, you and a group of randomly selected individuals will be given your own bed to sleep in for a randomly determined amount of time. You will be monitored by a group of scientists who will take and monitor your vitals before, during, and after your rest.”

“And you’re asking me to participate in this study… because?” Gi-hun asks the Recruiter, though his eyes do not leave the stack of money.

“Because you have something we want, and we have something you want.” The Recruiter explains. “Origin Labs is looking for… specific candidates. Those who haven’t had a true moment’s rest in a long time. Those who could benefit from a long, rejuvenating sleep. And, in return, you will be compensated handsomely.”

[lord-of-snails]

Snippet from W.S. 4:

"Simon had a sense of humor, certainly. It was just very deadpan and dark. If it wasn’t grim, it was so terribly goofy it fell flat every time. She had told him once, when he finally became comfortable enough to joke around with some of his classmates, that his sense of humor was like that of a dad, which was an interesting feat at the ripe age of nineteen. But she still teased him and begged him to tell his bad jokes and join in on fun conversations because it had taken nearly until his sophomore year of college was ending to even open up that far. Most people around him found him to be somewhat of an enigma his whole life. When he was a child, he was smaller and louder than most kids his age, but the older he got, the quieter and more watchful he became. Once he reached adulthood, most people tended to give him a wide berth because he could be considered intimidating. He’d taken up working out as a hobby that helped him think, and he liked thinking a lot. Therefore he could lift a lot. But despite his wide frame and thick ropes of muscle, he was soft-spoken by nature, kind and curious and honest.

He’d been called naive more times than he appreciated, but he supposed it had to be true. If not "brooding" or "blunt" or "jackass", the next most used words to describe Simon were "innocent" and "childish". He guessed that was what happened when you grew up on a metronome bouncing back and forth between being a sinner burdened by the weight of mortal desires, and a child too young to possibly understand how the world worked, even if you were already fifteen years old. As he tapped his cigarette out, he chuckled slightly. The world hadn’t changed much, despite being on the other side of the country from what was. It was starting to hurt less, at least. Simon hadn’t spoken to his parents in years, and he didn’t know of any other family to talk to, so as time wore on, the therapy sessions had become a “family gathering” of sorts, to him. Each Friday he could sit down and eat cookies and sip coffee while he listened to his familiar group talk about their annoyances of the week- whether it was on the topic of their loss or not. More than once he had to politely refuse an offer to date an elderly woman’s granddaughter here and there, too. It was flattering, in its own way."

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Stan: gee idk if this space salamander has heard of hospitals, I should check

The axolotl, patron saint of several thousand hospitals for physical and mental health throughout the multiverse: yeah I’ve heard of them :3

[ghxst-bird]

“Uh,” Yuji says eloquently, caught off guard by the mere fact that anybody’s mother would be calling. He didn’t even know parents did that in a school like this! But… maybe it’s actually normal? Fushiguro only really had Gojo-sensei, and Kugisaki wasn’t on speaking terms with her family, and Yuji-… well, Yuji didn’t have anyone to call him either.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” The woman says, sounding genuinely stressed, “Is this a bad time? I can call again later. It’s just- Suguru hasn’t been calling back recently and his father and I are worried sick. He’s a sensitive boy, you see? And-”

“No! No,” Yuji cuts in quickly, giving himself a mental shake, “Sorry, maybe he got side tracked? There’s a lot of-” Curses. Exorcisms. The soul crushing ordeal of being known.

“Homework…” He finishes lamely.

“…Oh, yes. I understand.” The voice says after a moment, sounding so crestfallen that Yuji feels like begging on his knees for forgiveness, “All the same… Will you let him know his mama would like to hear his voice if you get the chance?”

— sneak peek of 27 Bones chpt. 9: Like Our Treehouse In The Sun