nothing but goodness

“For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?” Jian "Jem" Carstairs, 17.

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[thinfernaldevicesquotes]

I like that stick of yours,” he said. “It’s a staff.” Jem swung out to knock another automaton sideways. “Made by the Iron Sisters, only for Silent Brothers.” “Anyone can sharpen a stick.” “It’s a staff,” Jem repeated, and saw Will’s quicksilver smile out of the corner of his eye. “Whatever you say, James,” said Will. “Whatever you say.

Heronstairs 20/29 (via thinfernaldevicesquotes)

[yinfenned]

happy munday. to celebrate, have a picture of me... AS JEM CARSTAIRS?

[koizaki-io]

To: Speeding Nipple

!!! ♥♥♥☆☆

wait tho

you still have to tell me the story first

Message sent

[yinfenned]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

a boy needs his secrets io. trust me, it's not something you want to know. YET.

you need to guess your prize. here's another hint: red sky at night.

[message sent]

[koizaki-io]

To: ジェム~

。：゜(；´∩｀；)゜：。

i don’t know whether i should ask to hear more or run away, jem

also if i remember both your very long name and story too do i get a prize

Message sent

[yinfenned]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

yes, you do. guess what that prize is?

hint: it's a dessert

[message sent]

[koizaki-io]

To: ジェム~

[first message is just an incoherent keysmash, probably from when he doubled over laughing.]

seen a lot of those, have you

Message sent

[yinfenned]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

maybe i have. you know my overly-long name, not my story, koizaki io.

[message sent]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

;)

[message sent]

[koizaki-io]

To: ジェム~

i see then. that’s better than nothing.

it’s good there’s no blood though☆

therefore i’m going to imagine you coughed up a jellyfish.

ﾐつ

look, it’s a jellyfish

Message sent

[yinfenned]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

that's not a jellyfish, that's a speeding nipple.

[message sent (regrettably)]

[koizaki-io]

To: ジェム~

amazing.

do your lungs feel any clearer…? are you in pain?

Message sent

[yinfenned]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

about the same as usual. nothing much more or much less.

[message sent]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

no blood today, at least! does that count for anything?

[message sent]

[koizaki-io]

To: ジェム~

that sounds kind of gross.

Message sent

To: ジェム~

wait, like, an actual one?

Message sent

[yinfenned]

To: Koi Carp

well it definitely seemed like it. very cold.

[message sent]

To: Koi Karp

upon further inspection it is not an ice-cube. false alarm.

[message sent]

[yinfenned]

To: Koi Carp (Io)

so i think i just coughed up a icecube?

[message sent]

[yinfenned]

Sleepily pouring over the files for Hanako's disappearance. Everything is painkillers and nothing hurts (yet).

[yinfenned]

remembering the accident [ jem&rena ]

It had been a month since his attack, now. Jem had adapted well to being in a wheelchair, but it'd likely be another month or so until he was able to walk properly again and his legs healed fully-- and the thought weighed on him quite heavily. He hadn't been back to school on a regular basis since the attack, but he'd finally won the argument to be allowed to come in whenever he felt up to it with his doctor; and, so, he found himself here, in his AP Literature + Language class.

Which he just happened to share with his assailant. 

His chest felt tight as he passed her desk in his chair-- not because of his binder, not because of his shitty lungs, but because he was frankly terrified, though he was trying his very best not to show it. If Will were here, he'd likely make a joke about how the girl could smell fear; then again, if Will were here, Rena probably wouldn't be alive today, viciously overprotective parabatai that he was.

As it was, he pulled his chair into place at his desk just in front of the girl, reached into his bag to pull out his writing utensils, and hoped beyond hope that she wouldn't notice him.

[yinfenned]

just a small-town jem sitting at his desk can't hear a thing no sir no ma'am i am just a jem

[yinfenned]

please don't leave naoto ilu 

[missfortuneddetective]

Investigating 1

[missfortuneddetective]

Interesting.  Or so say, it would be had Naoto not already hypothesized a scenario identical to that which Jem had just explained, along with several other different scenarios.  Naoto may or may not have been sticking her nose in other’s business and private lives in her spare time since the ordeal with gangs started up, in order to better understand and draw hints and facts out from each gang and work to find their members (at least the not-overly obvious ones).

“I appreciate your input for this case, Carstairs.”  Closing the notebook, the young detective had a lot on the mind and anyone slightly human would need some time to process it all. ”For now, the best of luck in your recovery.”  A seamless wave as she turned and exited out the door, and and she gone.

[thinfernaldevicesquotes]

It was times like that when he also became delirious. Will had held Jem down while he’d thrashed about and cried out in another language and his eyes had rolled back into his head, and every time it happened, Will thought that this was it, and Jem was really going to die this time. He sometimes then thought about what he would do afterward, but he couldn’t imagine it, any more than he could look back and remember his life before he had come to the Institute. Neither bore thinking about for very long. But then there were other times, like this, when he looked at Jem and saw no mark of illness on him, and wondered what it would be like in a world where Jem was not dying. And that did not bear thinking about either. It was a terrible black place in himself that the fear came from, a dark voice he could only silence with anger, risk, and pain.

Heronstairs 1/28 (via thinfernaldevicesquotes)

[koizaki-io]

Are you~?☆ [digging his stubborn little chin lightly into your shoulder to punctuate that, smiling up into your face. so much sass, jem. if his hair is bothering you, you can push at him, or push at it til it doesn’t.]

Welcome…~ [lilting a little. in a silly mood, seemingly. still holding you when you hug him, though, so he’s still half-supporting instinctively. doesn’t seem to want to scold today, so take responsibility so he doesn’t have to notice, jem. kissing both your cheeks impulsively.]

[looking around for pretty much the first time, expressing mild surprise.] Oh… [blinking a few times.] You don’t have to clean up— was I—? [shaking his head a little, quickly, as his thoughts get too tangled for his tongue.] Bah. It’s your birthday, so I came. [simply.] I have your present.

[yinfenned]

[it's not bothering him that much. he can feel your support on his shoulders, though-- it's helpful, he appreciates it.] Admittedly, it's not much messier than usual-- a present?

[shouldn't look so surprised, it might seem insulting to io that he'd be surprised about his gift, but it's less that it's io's gift and more that it's-- a GIFT, an actual gift. he wasn't expecting gifts, at all. going a little pink.] Io, you didn't have to... [shyly. oh, gosh, he's so happy.]