The Search For Six

nightmare-in-violet:

wrapped-in-shadows:

It was answered on the first ring.

“Hello?” Jack’s voice sounded nothing like he did when Violet met him; he sounded worried. Which only probably went to further feed her own concern.

“Mr. Maple? Hey, it’s Violet Morgan.” She did her best to keep her voice calm and friendly. “Listen, is Katelynn around? I’m kinda looking for her.”

“N-no she isn’t around. She said she’d be back at twelve b-but she never came back. I’ve been calling her–she’s not answering. Oh Jesus,” Jack sounded as worried as he felt, not one to try to hide his feelings like most guys would. “This is just like last night…!”

The Search For Six

nightmare-in-violet:

scorched-dragonfly:

[She wasn’t surprised katelynn hadn’t answered, it just confirmed what she had suspected. She shrugged.] It’s worth a shot.

“Then I’m on it.” She flipped her phone open, and dialed Jack Maple’s number. Come on, one blue guy please answer the phone today …

It was answered on the first ring.

“Hello?” Jack’s voice sounded nothing like he did when Violet met him; he sounded worried. Which only probably went to further feed her own concern.

Chit Chat with Dymond

dymond-in-the-rough:

wrapped-in-shadows:

T-t-thank y-you, Office D-dymond. That m-means a l-lot to me. [He pushes his paints and brush away entirely; the painting is done, for however quick and emotional it is.] I s-should let you go though. I-I’m sure y-you’ve got things to do, a-a-and I’ve got some work to fi-finish up…

Fair enough. [Gives a small shrug on her end of the line] Take care, okay? I’ll see ya around.

You t-too! Have a g-good day. [Smiles faintly before he hangs up and sets the phone down, before sighing and leaning back in his beanbag. Talking in front of a judge…? Ugh…]

Trapped

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“You’re not.” Jack said, turning to look down at her, expression one of confusion and hurt emotions. “Y-you could just tell me. But you ch-choose to let it happen. You c-could tell me b-but you’re not. I don’t-don’t know. You d-do what you want, K-Katelynn. I’m just your fi-fiance. Why s-should I know wh-where you g-go at night a-and why y-you stay out a-a-all night?” chest rising and falling as his face began to stain purple. “I-I’m sorry i-if I’m making you f-feel bad but I-I have to express my f-feelings too, c-can’t I?” he asks.

“I-I’ll just stay here a-a-and wait. It’s a-all I do.” he said before turning and walking out of the room, needing to just make something to drink. Something hot. Tea. Calming tea. He needed that.

She groaned, putting her hands up in her hair again, tangling up into it and unsure of what to do. She couldn’t stay here, she couldn’t keep hurting him this way and she needed to talk to Six anyway, to make him understand.

Getting up off the bed, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door but not without telling him as she opened it, “Of course you can express yourself with me Jack. You know this. You can tell me anything you want..! Thoughts, feelings; whatever you want! Just..let me just..ask Six if it’s okay..it’s his story..his past..I just..I don’t know..I’m going to go talk to him though. I’ll be back later.”

Walking out the door, she shut it, heading off to look for Six, nibbling on her bottom lip as she did.

He had just been about to answer her but she’d just walked right out the door. Jack stood there, hand reaching out after her before the stupid tears started in his eyes. His hands shook as he looked down at the floor, before grabbing the nearest plate and let it fall to the floor.

It broke, of course.

But he just stared down at it, tears still streaking down his face. Why did she need permission to talk to him? It wasn’t fair.

Sighing, he kneels, and begins to pick up the pieces.

Chit Chat with Dymond

dymond-in-the-rough:

wrapped-in-shadows:

[On top of that it would show what a drastic difference there was between him and the more famous blue skinned man running around causing trouble for the city. While he certainly looked a lot like him there was obvious differences in who they were. Important differences at that…] O-okay… I-I wi-will. I’ll t-t-think ab-about it…

[Relaxes a bit] All right. And you call me if anything comes up, okay? Even if you just want to chat [she adds, with a small smile]. You’re a good guy, Jack. [From what I’ve seen, anyway. Suspicion dies hard.] I just want you and Katelynn to be safe.

T-t-thank y-you, Office D-dymond. That m-means a l-lot to me. [He pushes his paints and brush away entirely; the painting is done, for however quick and emotional it is.] I s-should let you go though. I-I’m sure y-you’ve got things to do, a-a-and I’ve got some work to fi-finish up…

Chit Chat with Dymond

dymond-in-the-rough:

wrapped-in-shadows:

[His brush stops, and he stares at the colorful mess that this phone call’s brought on. It’s becoming darker, now, so he pulls his brush away from the canvas. Jack bites at his bottom lip nervously.] Um. I-I just d-d-don’t do w-w-well in f-f-front of… o-of… um… I… sh-she really w-w-would try an-anything I… [He sighs, shutting his eyes. He had to get a grip.]

[Man, this guy is really a mess.] Like I said, Jack, it’s your choice. We don’t know for sure she’ll try anything. I only thought you might want to be prepared, just in case. [Privately, she thinks his obvious nervousness would do a lot to help convince a judge that he needs the protection, but she’s not going to threaten the guy’s male ego by saying so]

[On top of that it would show what a drastic difference there was between him and the more famous blue skinned man running around causing trouble for the city. While he certainly looked a lot like him there was obvious differences in who they were. Important differences at that…] O-okay… I-I wi-will. I’ll t-t-think ab-about it…

Trapped

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He sat there a moment, before pulling his hands away from her, sighing as he did. Jack turned his head away, feeling conflicted. Feeling pained. Good on her an Six for having such a relationship to share such things, but to still refuse to tell him anything? What, did she think he couldn’t handle it? That he was weak?

Standing up slowly, Jack wiped at his nose with his wrist. “Are you thirsty?” he asked. “I can make you s-something if you are…”

Looking back up at him a moment, silently, watching his back toward her and feeling her own heart break at how he sounded.

“Jack..please understand..” She hated this how she pained another person, fourth or fifth one now, she lost count. Was she only bringing suffering to everyone?

She tucked her head in her knees, giving a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry..only making you suffer more..”

“You’re not.” Jack said, turning to look down at her, expression one of confusion and hurt emotions. “Y-you could just tell me. But you ch-choose to let it happen. You c-could tell me b-but you’re not. I don’t-don’t know. You d-do what you want, K-Katelynn. I’m just your fi-fiance. Why s-should I know wh-where you g-go at night a-and why y-you stay out a-a-all night?” chest rising and falling as his face began to stain purple. “I-I’m sorry i-if I’m making you f-feel bad but I-I have to express my f-feelings too, c-can’t I?” he asks.

“I-I’ll just stay here a-a-and wait. It’s a-all I do.” he said before turning and walking out of the room, needing to just make something to drink. Something hot. Tea. Calming tea. He needed that.

Chit Chat with Dymond

dymond-in-the-rough:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Would I h-have to appear before a court to do it? [He’s sounds fairly nervous when he asks that; since he has no idea how this sort of thing is meant to go. Jack continues with the reds and blacks, the swirling mess looking very interesting now.]

[Bites her lip for a moment, hearing how nervous he is] You’ll have to speak to a judge, yes. It won’t be a big, formal hearing, though. Once you fill out the forms, you meet with them, tell them what’s happened, and they decide. [Waits to see how he’ll take that]

[His brush stops, and he stares at the colorful mess that this phone call’s brought on. It’s becoming darker, now, so he pulls his brush away from the canvas. Jack bites at his bottom lip nervously.] Um. I-I just d-d-don’t do w-w-well in f-f-front of… o-of… um… I… sh-she really w-w-would try an-anything I… [He sighs, shutting his eyes. He had to get a grip.]

Trapped

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“Why? How were you h-helping him? Where did you go? Katelynn, Katelynn please.” he took a hand into one of his own, the other gently touching her face and lifting it so their eyes met. “W-we said we weren’t g-going to keep promises from one a-another any more… please, tell me..”

Sighing, her eyes lowered despite her face pointed toward him. He was right but at the same time it conflicted with keeping it a secret for Six. Would he hate her for sharing his private business? It was his own history after all.

“I’m not..keeping this from you Jack..” she whispered. “Please understand it’s just..It’s Six’s life..his past..how I can I share that without his permission? That would be like me telling people about your past..you wouldn’t like anyone knowing..you told me that in confidence..”

It tore her heart up a little though because she had promised to share everything with Jack. She just couldn’t share this.

“What I can say..is that I tried helping him..tried to bring closure to what happened to him..at least a little bit. He lost a friend..and I swear I talked to him..but Six didn’t believe me…I have to get him to believe me..”

He sat there a moment, before pulling his hands away from her, sighing as he did. Jack turned his head away, feeling conflicted. Feeling pained. Good on her an Six for having such a relationship to share such things, but to still refuse to tell him anything? What, did she think he couldn’t handle it? That he was weak?

Standing up slowly, Jack wiped at his nose with his wrist. “Are you thirsty?” he asked. “I can make you s-something if you are…”

Trapped

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“He looked mad.” Jack said quietly, watching her, refusing to answer his question and that hurt a lot. More than he would care to admit. “When he brought you here, h-he looked really mad.”

The memory of last night, how furious he had appeared when he rescued her broke through her memory, the palms on her forehead falling into her lap as she turned to stare at Jack.

“H-He did..?” she whispered, feeling a cold sensation in her heart. Her eyes fell away from Jack, staring down at her hands. “I..I was only trying to help him though..”

“Why? How were you h-helping him? Where did you go? Katelynn, Katelynn please.” he took a hand into one of his own, the other gently touching her face and lifting it so their eyes met. “W-we said we weren’t g-going to keep promises from one a-another any more… please, tell me..”