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worthallthis ([personal profile] worthallthis) wrote2019-08-30 01:37 pm
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IC Inbox: In the Night

[There is no message for the voice inbox. Just a beep.]
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-03-24 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I always cheat in solitaire.

[Quentin says with a small smile, shrugging as he pushes three peanuts in to the pile to join Soldat's one and he discards two of the cards in his hand.]

I know, I know. I'm only cheating myself, but... I really hate to lose, you know? And really, who's going to tell me not to.
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-03-26 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eyeing the small pile of peanuts, Quentin pushes another one in and looks back down at his cards. Nothing. And it would be so easy to just--]

It still makes me feel guilty, isn't that weird? Even here and I mean, if I can't cheat in Solitaire after I'm dead, then...
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-03-29 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Clearly, you haven't really met me yet. [Because really, feeling guilty about something, anything, was practically the baseline of Quentin's whole existence.]

Sure thing.

[And he places his shitty cards face-up on the pew between them and flips the wild. A pair of three's, but that's it.]
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-01 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He makes some kind of startled laugh and Quentin looks up, quirking his eyebrows.]

No, no I am not-- [and he deals them both another set of cards with a small smile.] I mean, I get why you might think that? But I am not really anything. I think my dad was protestant? We never really went to church. Did you?
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-04 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
One of my friends? From back home. He's Jewish. And- [Quentin barely glances at the cards before putting them back down.]- I think most of them have the whole kneeling thing?

My dad didn't... after my mom left, and it was just the two of us, there were other things to do than go to church. [Garden work when a therapist suggested that Quentin needed more structure and fresh air. Projects with paint and chopping up wood when someone suggested that that might help Quentin and his broken brain.]

And? What are you? Like your mom, your dad or your friend?
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-05 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[After everything, after Fillory and the Beast and Plover turning out to be even worse than the Beast. After life and death and quests and castles placed on the flip-side of world that saved his life when he was younger... this is still a lot.

The cards are on the pew and Quentin just grabs two at random and takes two new ones.]


Programmed to what? Who?
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-06 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I see that raise, and I raise you, uh... four?

[He tilts his head and just... frowns.]

They what? Did that on purpose? What the-- that's fucked up. I mean, not you. [Quentin holds out a hand, fingers twitching] Not you, but them? And what they did? Is that... how you died?
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-10 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Quentin turns his cards over- three of the same. All eights.]

Jesus, that's-- so fucked up. I mean, I know there are spells that would do the same thing and- and it's not like there are that many forbidden spells. But just... sometimes I don't get people.

[So, it's disjointed, Quentin's voice low as he bites his lip and looks up at Soldat only in short glimpses from underneath his bangs. But it's heartfelt. What-]

Dicks.
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-13 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Order through pain and Quentin can still remember dean Fogg's speech when he was enrolled in to Brakebills. Magic comes from pain, and the underlying theory that what sets them apart- what makes them special is how deep the pain goes and how willing they are to channel that pain in to magic.

It's bullshit.

Quentin's magic had never been better than it was when he'd been happy. Truly happy.]


What a load of dicks.

[Quentin pushes the pile of peanuts to Soldat and starts shuffling the cards again. He holds the deck out-]

Are you... okay? With that?
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-22 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Looking at the cards he's been dealt, Quentin puts them in order and pushes two peanuts in to the middle of the pew.]

I didn't think you did, you just don't seem like someone who would do that to someone. But also... dicks.

[There's not much else to say to that - mind-control? Yikes. And in to doing things that fucking awful? The Margolem had been bad enough, and that had only been Margo's image and some of her magic. Not her whole self. Jesus.]

I'm sorry? That that happened to you?
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-28 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It's really not.

[Okay. But then again, growing up means figuring out how much of the crap happening was so not okay on any level and sure, nothing in Quentin's life was ever as bad as being mind-controlled in to killing people. But that was probably only because Alice as a Niffin never seemed to want to kill people. Just magical being and most days, Quentin tries to just not think about how many she killed while using his body.

Or what else she might have done while wearing his skin like a cheap suit.

He trades one card, and places the new hand face up on the pew.

Three of a kind. All nines.]


Nothing like dying to put everything in to perspective?
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-05-03 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Right, yeah. So, that tracks.

[As he picks up the new cards, discarding three before he pushes a handful of peanuts in to the middle.]

It-- uh, yeah? Yes, maybe. At least until I woke up on the ferry and found out that I wasn't done with saving the world after all. And I really, really wanted to not do that anymore.