—MENTAL LINK.

[iuno]

DESPAIR you can't save everything	STUBBORN i just have to think it's all for something
BITTER no one has ever been happy forever	GUILT but all of this was my fault!

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

Comments

[iuno]

( Richard, Richie. ) [ a sort of mental shrug. he's used to people whose names he got from a file, the cold demeanour of a professional. ] ( I'd call him Gecko but I've tried that with families and it's more trouble than it's worth. )

[ it's strange, trying to get a grasp on a person through the impressions that the connection gives you. very much not the way a detective should be approaching something. the this is, Juno knows he's a black hole, he's always known that about himself. but that sort of void is destructive; he's a grave dug into the earth, the weight of a tar pit pressing down. always a brand of emptiness that's made in violence. and November, tracing out the shape of him with the tentative touch of the symbiote, is just... blank. smooth as glass. the space between burning stars that isn't really black.

he doesn't know what to do with that, even though he's dealt with people who are made like voids before. Miasma was a suffocating vacuum; Nureyev is silk and velvet. November is similar and not at once, and Juno has always preferred something that he can run up against, the kind of surface he could find purchase on.

deciding that he's prodded with the symbiote too much, he reels back, like he's strangling it with its own leash. snaps himself back into place. ]

( Do whatever you want. I'd go powder my nose to make a good first impression, if I'd had the time to take anything with me when I got grabbed. Since I don't, there's nothing for you to interrupt. Come find me or don't. )