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Jean "it's good soup" Kirstein ([personal profile] neighsaying) wrote2023-12-08 12:11 am

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INBOX (UN: OMNIDIRECTIONAL) text / audio / video / action This is Jean. Leave a message, and I'll reach back out when I'm available. [ Previously was thunderspear ] code credit
laserhawk: (Heart Ship)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-07 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ huh. ]

I think I've heard of it. Long ago.

I guess you can wear it then. If you want.
laserhawk: (Terminal Overdrive)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-07 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ he flushes. ]

Maybe it can tucked away somewhere.
laserhawk: (ProtoVision)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-07 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ the flush darkens. ]

It's not a . . . bad idea.
laserhawk: (Plasma)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-07 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ he hums into the kiss, pleased. ]

I'm sold.
laserhawk: (Introversion)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-07 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ dolph hums. ]

I never used them. It was easier just to jump off buildings.

[ which would probably kill anyone else, but hey. he is a super soldier. still. jean brings up something that had been percolating in dolph's mind. ]

I was thinking of getting a place in Lumindea anyway.
laserhawk: (The Final Stretch)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-08 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ dolph hesitates. not out of apprehension or uncertainty. after talking to eren, he feels he finally has an idea. no, not an idea.

an understanding. ]


For our house.

[ a beat. and then he shakes his head slowly. ]

For my house.

[ the ownership around that word fizzles like a lit firecracker on his tongue. will jean understand? he's not sure. he just has to keep going. ]

Eren and you — Everyone has their own definition of home. Of what it means. And I realized that . . . I want to find my own definition. I don't want it to be Eren's or yours. It has a place for both of you. For all the people I love.

But I want it to be mine.

[ he lets that settle before replying, ducking his head. ]

I mean. I still want the things we planned. The sunflowers. The bar. All of it. I just — [ he trails off. ] — I want to try this.
Edited 2025-02-08 12:51 (UTC)
laserhawk: (Vector Prime)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-09 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ even though jean has always understood, has always been graceful, has always taken his time with dolph even when it was painful, this moment of acceptance hits him straight in the chest and his breathing stops short. his eye even stings, overcome.

because saying mine and not being shot down . . . when has that ever been true?

his shoulders shake momentarily as dolph bows his head at the weight of it. no, the freedom of it that has stolen his senses. he brings jean's hands up and presses a kiss to his knuckles before pressing them close to his heart. there's more he wants to say but his throat's all choked up. so he can only manage. ]


I'll find it. But you are — You are all my love.
laserhawk: (Power Driver)

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-09 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ a promise. to be loved. he's loved. somehow, somehow, despite it all, he's found it. the love he wanted for so long. that he was denied so brutally that it felt like a myth. a joke. and he was the punchline, every time.

he's shied away from promises. even though he's gotten better, he's never truly asked for them. he doesn't want to use them as bonds or platitudes. after all, who is more cognizant of choice than dolph laserhawk?

he shakes his head for a moment before tucking it against jean, slipping his arms around him. ]


No.

[ not bones. as romantic as it is. as meaningful as it can be. all he can think is alex, a hole in his chest, that last lingering smile and — no. ]

I rather that . . . even if you forget everything else about me, that you remember the love.
laserhawk: (Intruder)

wrap?

[personal profile] laserhawk 2025-02-09 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ dolph shudders against him, his arms wrapped tight. his voice still sounds hoarse and cracked along the seams. he has so much now. he can carry so much in his arms. he never thought he could ever have this much in his life before. ]

Yeah. We'll find it out together.