Strange alien worlds; bullet holes, treachery, bandits and blackmail; 4 am mornings running to meet the sunrise; canvas tents sunken into inches of snow. Asher may still have a hell of a lack of a brain to mouth filter, but the worst he has done, through all of this, was merely that. He's insisted time and time again on their friendship, and all of this, by now, is nearly more than the couple of months he'd been through with Cassie and Jacqui both. (It only isn't because he can remember watching the very heavens unfurl, stained crimson, into hell itself-- can remember the burning sky rolling back into itself, can still feel the weight of a god of thunder leaning on his shoulder and limping to his near-death to save the Earth.)
That's enough to have gained Kung Jin's trust entirely, isn't it?
Hopefully it'll be enough to have gained Asher's unconditional acceptance, too. Even if he knows it will, there's still that doubt that hangs in the pit of his gut over it. Achingly, uh, heterosexual texts like these don't exactly send the clearest message of how progressive Asher is or isn't.]
I'm in my room, Asher. I'd rather tell you in person.
[He may as well own up to speaking his own truth completely.
Jin hangs up, tosses his magitek to the edge of his bed, and lies back on the mattress, running a hand over his face.]
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Strange alien worlds; bullet holes, treachery, bandits and blackmail; 4 am mornings running to meet the sunrise; canvas tents sunken into inches of snow. Asher may still have a hell of a lack of a brain to mouth filter, but the worst he has done, through all of this, was merely that. He's insisted time and time again on their friendship, and all of this, by now, is nearly more than the couple of months he'd been through with Cassie and Jacqui both. (It only isn't because he can remember watching the very heavens unfurl, stained crimson, into hell itself-- can remember the burning sky rolling back into itself, can still feel the weight of a god of thunder leaning on his shoulder and limping to his near-death to save the Earth.)
That's enough to have gained Kung Jin's trust entirely, isn't it?
Hopefully it'll be enough to have gained Asher's unconditional acceptance, too. Even if he knows it will, there's still that doubt that hangs in the pit of his gut over it. Achingly, uh, heterosexual texts like these don't exactly send the clearest message of how progressive Asher is or isn't.]
I'm in my room, Asher. I'd rather tell you in person.
[He may as well own up to speaking his own truth completely.
Jin hangs up, tosses his magitek to the edge of his bed, and lies back on the mattress, running a hand over his face.]