[ yes all the memories were alive morgana, it's fine. ]
The wizards are good at being annoying. If you can get a lot of them firing off spells all at the same time, it'd give you time to move and knock them out with a good hit. You know where the pressure points are on a person, right?
[ there's another moment of mixing, and a flash of something on their arm under the glow before they present him with an espresso martini. tada. look how pretty. ]
... I know you're right. And you have to know how much I hate that.
I do. This isn't my first time dealing with people trying to kill me.
[ And he will just hide that he is considering killing them. Disarming takes a lot of more work than that, but... Killing will be a last resort at least.
His gaze lifts when the drink is presented and he'll accept it with a small smile. Hard to smile big during death hours. ]
Yeah, I know. That probably makes two of us. I mean not that I'm the one being killed right now, but... never mind.
[ they know what kind of person jacopo is. they've heard the memories of ghosts and everything, know the kinds of things he deals with. it wouldn't surprise them if he did kill just o get out of the situation. they're not even sure they'd blame him.
they also go about making a second martini for themselves. even if jacopo doesn't drink his, they will drink both. they'll need it to get through the stress of the night. ]
Now I know you're just messing with me. [ the tone's light, though the glow of their face does flicker a little bit, making it easier to see some faint outlines of their features. nothing distinguishable though. ]
Better that only one of us has to worry about that.
[ Though he doesn't like that Gabriel has had to worry about people coming after them. Maybe if he had time, he would ask more about it, but this is the moment in the afterlife where he doesn't have time. It's finite, just for now...
He takes the glass to admire it first, then gently swirl it with rotating motions. ]
Messing with you? What's wrong about wanting to seeing another face that isn't your killer's on the night you might die? It'd be the closest thing to not dying alone.
[ But ultimately that's what it's going to be. If he were to die tonight, then it would be him and his murderer. Whoever it is, they might be crazed, they might be desperate, and that will be the last he sees until waking up elsewhere.
Taking a sampling sip, he savors it for a moment before forming an opinion. ]
[ if jacopo had time, maybe gabriel would tell him more about the things he's avoided saying. the things they never thought would really make a difference because it's the past, and who cares? except they care, because they're still trying to improve from their past.
that's the thing they never really told him, the last time they talked. all they wanted to accomplish in the end was being a good person and maybe being happy. ]
I feel like seeing my face wouldn't... [ but then it registers what jacopo says and enough of the glow is gone he can see them frown in real time. ] Okay. Okay, when you put it that way, I get it.
[ and as they continue mixing the drink, it's a little easier now to see a few things. like looking at something underwater, or looking through a beam of light. there's a face. masculine, a strong jaw and a little bit of a five o'clock shadow not out of fashion but out of just not addressing it. there's the slope of a nose as their head turns, brown eyes fixated on what their hands are doing with a little more concentration than usual. it's a simple dark, long-sleeved shirt and their--his? his expression looks a little sad and a little stressed and a little angry all at once knowing that there is such a high chance that's actually going to happen.
this man is going to die alone, and he can't fucking do anything about it.
but there's a flicker of a smile anyway when the assessment of the drink comes through. ]
Thanks. I figured if I wanted caffeine in my drinks I should upgrade from vodka and Red Bull to something a little classier.
[ TOO BAD!!!! IT IS THREE!!!!!! AND HE IS JUST A HEAD!!!
But maybe if they had time, he would have listened to it all in this same bar or on a walk. They don't have time... Jacopo doesn't think of it as a last time at least, not with them knowing that the other part of heaven is within reach. There could be some obstacles before they reunite, but in the afterlife there's time.
Maybe next time, whenever that is. It might be soon, so there's nothing to be sad or stressed about he thinks. It's why he raises his eyebrows when he can make out Gabriel's outline. What is there to mourn? Death seems to not be the end.
Still, he's sympathetic even if it's muted and muffled. It's difficult to talk to someone knowing when they leave this confined space that they might die. ]
You know I wasn't pressuring you. [ It was just a bit of sad banter, which might be manipulative. Not his intention, but he got something out of it. ] You have a nice smile.
[ So he wonders... If death waits for him tonight, will he be thinking about the golden wheat fields of a home he doesn't remember and the beating rays from the sun in that clear blue sky? Will he be remembering Morgana, face healed and smile so bright? Would it be other smiles instead, maybe of some people here in Heaven.
So many are bright, kind, and as much as they draw him in, they also terrify him, but he knows death is cold. It's dark. Even when he waited for it with purpose before, it didn't change the nature of its embrace... And human weakness seeks warmth.
(The reality is Jacopo will not picture anyone before he dies. Lucas will be too swift, freeing him from any lasting pain and giving him too short of a moment. Instead, Jacopo will reflect on how he will die an awful man, one who has not suffered enough for all of his sins. His last company will be crippling guilt.)
Even though Gabriel hasn't even taken a sip of their own, Jacopo thinks he has stayed here long enough. He downs his whole drink, then gets off the stool, ready to meet the night of his decapitation. ]
[ yes. and he will be just as devastated that there are three and jacopo is a head!! god!!!! ]
And you called me needy. [ it's a joke that lands flat, even if the light, easygoing expression feels a little forced. reasonably, he knows that the people who die are thrown into a healing area and they're being taken care of.
but that doesn't change what will happen before then. it doesn't change the pain of someone being hunted, fighting for their life, and eventually being killed. it doesn't change being alone in the dark, not knowing if someone will figure out the truth. and maybe that's only a part of what bothers him.
still. as much as he would love to keep jacopo here and maybe just... do something stupid, like hide him somewhere until the morning, anything to try and stop this, realistically he knows he can't. not just because he's powerless, but because jacopo won't let him. he watches as he slides off the stool, his own martini barely touched as he turns to collect the dirty glass. ]
I'll think about it. Maybe next time we meet I will. [ ...he should try to stop him. but he knows better, even if there's some amount of guilt attached to watching him walk away. ] ... good luck.
[ "be careful" goes unsaid, as does "I'm sorry." they're just words, but he thinks the sentiments are expressed enough. ]
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The wizards are good at being annoying. If you can get a lot of them firing off spells all at the same time, it'd give you time to move and knock them out with a good hit. You know where the pressure points are on a person, right?
[ there's another moment of mixing, and a flash of something on their arm under the glow before they present him with an espresso martini. tada. look how pretty. ]
... I know you're right. And you have to know how much I hate that.
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[ And he will just hide that he is considering killing them. Disarming takes a lot of more work than that, but... Killing will be a last resort at least.
His gaze lifts when the drink is presented and he'll accept it with a small smile. Hard to smile big during death hours. ]
I wonder what kind of face you're making.
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[ they know what kind of person jacopo is. they've heard the memories of ghosts and everything, know the kinds of things he deals with. it wouldn't surprise them if he did kill just o get out of the situation. they're not even sure they'd blame him.
they also go about making a second martini for themselves. even if jacopo doesn't drink his, they will drink both. they'll need it to get through the stress of the night. ]
Now I know you're just messing with me. [ the tone's light, though the glow of their face does flicker a little bit, making it easier to see some faint outlines of their features. nothing distinguishable though. ]
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[ Though he doesn't like that Gabriel has had to worry about people coming after them. Maybe if he had time, he would ask more about it, but this is the moment in the afterlife where he doesn't have time. It's finite, just for now...
He takes the glass to admire it first, then gently swirl it with rotating motions. ]
Messing with you? What's wrong about wanting to seeing another face that isn't your killer's on the night you might die? It'd be the closest thing to not dying alone.
[ But ultimately that's what it's going to be. If he were to die tonight, then it would be him and his murderer. Whoever it is, they might be crazed, they might be desperate, and that will be the last he sees until waking up elsewhere.
Taking a sampling sip, he savors it for a moment before forming an opinion. ]
It's good.
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[ if jacopo had time, maybe gabriel would tell him more about the things he's avoided saying. the things they never thought would really make a difference because it's the past, and who cares? except they care, because they're still trying to improve from their past.
that's the thing they never really told him, the last time they talked. all they wanted to accomplish in the end was being a good person and maybe being happy. ]
I feel like seeing my face wouldn't... [ but then it registers what jacopo says and enough of the glow is gone he can see them frown in real time. ] Okay. Okay, when you put it that way, I get it.
[ and as they continue mixing the drink, it's a little easier now to see a few things. like looking at something underwater, or looking through a beam of light. there's a face. masculine, a strong jaw and a little bit of a five o'clock shadow not out of fashion but out of just not addressing it. there's the slope of a nose as their head turns, brown eyes fixated on what their hands are doing with a little more concentration than usual. it's a simple dark, long-sleeved shirt and their--his? his expression looks a little sad and a little stressed and a little angry all at once knowing that there is such a high chance that's actually going to happen.
this man is going to die alone, and he can't fucking do anything about it.
but there's a flicker of a smile anyway when the assessment of the drink comes through. ]
Thanks. I figured if I wanted caffeine in my drinks I should upgrade from vodka and Red Bull to something a little classier.
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[ TOO BAD!!!! IT IS THREE!!!!!! AND HE IS JUST A HEAD!!!
But maybe if they had time, he would have listened to it all in this same bar or on a walk. They don't have time... Jacopo doesn't think of it as a last time at least, not with them knowing that the other part of heaven is within reach. There could be some obstacles before they reunite, but in the afterlife there's time.
Maybe next time, whenever that is. It might be soon, so there's nothing to be sad or stressed about he thinks. It's why he raises his eyebrows when he can make out Gabriel's outline. What is there to mourn? Death seems to not be the end.
Still, he's sympathetic even if it's muted and muffled. It's difficult to talk to someone knowing when they leave this confined space that they might die. ]
You know I wasn't pressuring you. [ It was just a bit of sad banter, which might be manipulative. Not his intention, but he got something out of it. ] You have a nice smile.
[ So he wonders... If death waits for him tonight, will he be thinking about the golden wheat fields of a home he doesn't remember and the beating rays from the sun in that clear blue sky? Will he be remembering Morgana, face healed and smile so bright? Would it be other smiles instead, maybe of some people here in Heaven.
So many are bright, kind, and as much as they draw him in, they also terrify him, but he knows death is cold. It's dark. Even when he waited for it with purpose before, it didn't change the nature of its embrace... And human weakness seeks warmth.
(The reality is Jacopo will not picture anyone before he dies. Lucas will be too swift, freeing him from any lasting pain and giving him too short of a moment. Instead, Jacopo will reflect on how he will die an awful man, one who has not suffered enough for all of his sins. His last company will be crippling guilt.)
Even though Gabriel hasn't even taken a sip of their own, Jacopo thinks he has stayed here long enough. He downs his whole drink, then gets off the stool, ready to meet the night of his decapitation. ]
Consider shaving.
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And you called me needy. [ it's a joke that lands flat, even if the light, easygoing expression feels a little forced. reasonably, he knows that the people who die are thrown into a healing area and they're being taken care of.
but that doesn't change what will happen before then. it doesn't change the pain of someone being hunted, fighting for their life, and eventually being killed. it doesn't change being alone in the dark, not knowing if someone will figure out the truth. and maybe that's only a part of what bothers him.
still. as much as he would love to keep jacopo here and maybe just... do something stupid, like hide him somewhere until the morning, anything to try and stop this, realistically he knows he can't. not just because he's powerless, but because jacopo won't let him. he watches as he slides off the stool, his own martini barely touched as he turns to collect the dirty glass. ]
I'll think about it. Maybe next time we meet I will. [ ...he should try to stop him. but he knows better, even if there's some amount of guilt attached to watching him walk away. ] ... good luck.
[ "be careful" goes unsaid, as does "I'm sorry." they're just words, but he thinks the sentiments are expressed enough. ]