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hey, uh. it's Iggy.

I might have an idea about the itchiness going around?

Oh?

Junpei told me he got bit at the Duchess' party. Ianthe healed it up. He said it really, really itches there.

So. I dunno. Maybe see if anybody else got healed by Ianthe.

Did he say who or what bit him?

yeah he said Zlatka did it when they had sex. like a love bite, you know?

I do.

Thanks for letting me know. It's really useful, and I'll definitely follow up on the lead.

good luck. I really want them all to be ok.

[ Her tongue is a twisting agony of pain, that is not hers, but how is her heart to know the difference when it was cut open just as freshly? A solid awful beat that was Murphy's loss, seeping through everything as she wept and wept and could not stop and if there is a fitting punishment, perhaps it is this. ]

Murphy... is Murphy being taken care of?

As much as he'll allow.

Good... good. I -

[ She rubs her fingers at the back of the other hand, dragging over her knuckles to even herself out. ]

Is he .... does he need anything? Something special, a meal? Uhm. I could...

[ She's not welcome, she knows she's not, much as it beats at her senses to want to be near to him. ]

Patience, I think.
A reminder he's not as alone as he feels.

( it's a devastating blow to have to weather, and perhaps it's a good thing that danny is beyond his reach. the temptation to hurt him is immense. )

Would he... would he let me see him?

I think you should, regardless. We're over at the hostel for the moment, but I can bring him to you.

Would that be... be better? It is quiet here, of course, just myself and the sheep. I can make you both lunch?

The quiet would be nice.

( and he can act as a buffer, should things prove awkward. murphy needs gilia right now, whether or not he's ready to admit it. )

And the company.

[ She takes a breathe, nods - then remembers he cannot see it. ]

Do you think Murphy would like... a stew or - maybe a sweet pie better?

He'll be happy with whatever you make him, Gilia.

Alright... alright, I will see you then. Let me know, if he says yes...

i would like to leave the hostel

And go where?

home
i know you do not like to sleep outdoors
but it reminds me of home

I don't mind sleeping outdoors.

( he'd just needed four walls and a bed to deal with murphy post-danny's disappearance. )

I just need to drop Murphy off at Gilia's first.

you dont think he will want to come

I think he'll want to come, but he should probably see her. It'll help his grieving.

she hurt him
it hurts more because of what she did

I'm not saying she didn't.I'm just saying the connection will help ease some of the weight he's carrying.

And we won't stay long.

you should not decide for him
i am talking to him about it too
not just you
if he wants to come he is welcome
if he wants to go to gilia this is fine too

I wasn't just going to drop it on him.

( he has something resembling self-awareness. )

But she's at least partly to blame for this, she should help fix it.

she would be happy to
she wants the chance
but it is up to murphy

did you know that she wanted to fuck me

I'll ask him and see what he says.

No, should I have?

she made it sound obvious when she told me
and i am not good with people
so i wondered if i was the only one who did not know

I'm not surprised that she would.
You and Ianthe are quite similar.

not in ways that matter

And what ways are those?

she is clever
understands people
she and gilia have this in common

Your lack of interpersonal skills is due to a lack of experience, not ability.

i have been here a full year

It takes longer than a year to learn some skills.

Do you want to fuck Gilia?

i have not thought about her that way

And you told her that.

yes
and i told her why

Then I wouldn't worry about it.

i am not worrying

Figure of speech.

Do you have the cat?

no
he comes and goes as he pleases
i think he has been staying near the house

( like mother like son. )

When do you want to leave?

today
if murphy is also ok with it

He'll be okay with it.

that is for him to decide

I know, but he loves you. He won't want to be apart.

why are you saying this
i dont understand
you are not trying to speak for him
yet that is what you are doing
i will hear from him

You're overthinking.

no
i am just asking because i am confused
i told you i will talk with him
but you continue to speak for him
why
i just want to understand

I'm speculating, but I think I have a good sense of his feelings.

i am asking why you are speculating
you say i am overthinking but
to me there is no reason to discuss his feelings until i talk to him about it
you keep discussing them without him even though i have said i will talk to him
why

Because you doubted, before.

doubted what

The he loved you.

i see
i do not need comfort
this is not about whether he loves me
i have made assumptions about his feelings before
now i will simply ask him
you think i am worried but im not
i am just waiting to see what he says

All right.
Then I'll stop speculating.

Let me know when you're ready to leave.

ok

Hey, I need to pick your brain about something.

Pick away.

Mavis is saying she's not Kuruko any more, right? But she still only really knows a lot of things their way. Their traditions. I don't think she's really going to want to drop all of it, but, I don't know, I'm trying to think of ways to make it easier for her. Translate stuff.

I don't think you ever truly let your people go. ( no matter how undeserved your loyalty to them might be. )

But, alright, I get what you're saying.

Yeah, but it's different when you want to. Then there's a reason. Things you want to get rid of, even if you can't let the rest go.

[He'd know.]

But you did that challenge with her, right? That time she almost killed you. So I was thinking maybe you could tell me how that whole thing worked, and we can figure out if there's ways it can translate.

( a low, thoughtful hum. he remembers. )

We were at the castle that first time. Word had just broken about the meat being human. So, I dragged her onto a balcony and asked if she’d changed her mind about not being resurrected. When she said “no,” I told her I couldn’t accept that, so I challenged her to a duel; if I won, her life was mine, and if I lost, I wouldn’t speak to her again.

She set the terms, I picked the place. ( it wasn't something they could do close to town for obvious reasons. ) She had to find people to witness, because I didn't know anyone well enough to ask. To be honest, I was so over the whole thing at that point, I didn't really care who saw us. Just that it was settled.

[Okay, definitely some stuff there he's kind of glad he didn't know about sooner.]

So you challenged her without knowing that was a Kuruko thing?

I had a vague idea. She kept bringing it up every time we argued. I didn't fully grasp the implications; if I had, I probably would have agreed sooner. Saved us both a lot of trouble.

What do you mean, implications?

I thought she was trying to get rid of me, finally. To pretend like our whole thing meant nothing. Turns out, what she wanted was for me to prove she was worth fighting for — literally.

( killing and even dying for. )

She needed me to do it her way, so she could finally accept the truth.

So that's what the core of it is. But what if you'd fought as much as you could and still lost?

Losing wasn't ever an option: either I was going to win or she was going to kill me. Once she realized that, she yielded.

[He doesn't think that's entirely why Mavis yielded, considering what she'd said to him afterwards, but he isn't going to argue it.]

You said she set the terms. Is that because you were the one who made the challenge?

I think so. When she dueled John Gaius, it was the same format. Except this time, I was the referee and witness. For ours, we agreed on the weapons beforehand — no powers.

It needed to be a level playing field.

Yeah, kind of glad I wasn't around for that.

[Except it was Gaius' fault that he wasn't, so.]

She said anything else about them to you? Any other Kuruko rituals or anything?

No? She kicked his ass all over the Peaks. Bet you'd have gotten a kick out of that.

( another pause, thinking. )

I've got the impression she's overestimating her knowledge of their practices a little bit. ( they'd kicked her out when she was, what? eight or nine. )

The only other significant thing I can think of would be the cats, and I don't think even the Minstrel is going to be able to wrangle one of those.

So she could take his name, Ari.

[Complicated. More complicated than he really wants to think about, has just accepted it's important to Mavis and moved on. It helps that Gaius isn't here any more. Which hurts Mavis in turn. Complicated.]

None of them are left to fact-check her, so it doesn't matter. Whatever she thinks is how they did things is how they did things, now.

The challenge seems to be at the heart of what she considers Kuruko culture.

Ianthe's people apparently have a similar tradition. It might be worth asking her about how they do things, if you're interested. Or you could ask Mavis — she’d probably tell you.

Grounders had it, too. That's why I wasn't there.

[Why he was pissy about it.]

What it means is what's important. Some places, you can just pretend you were insulted about something and make a duel happen. Easy.

I don’t think it’s really about the insult itself in her case; it’s more about not wanting to be seen as weak. ( which, oddly enough, wasn’t that different from how his people saw romantic interest — except his people thought personal relationships were selfish, putting individual needs before the community. )

I didn’t just make her want; I’m an outsider who helped kill her people. On some level, she'll always hate me for that.

[He sits with that for a minute, then:]

I ever tell you about Bellamy?

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( a moment's pause, thinking. the name is vaguely familiar but he can't attach anything specific to it. )

Not really, no.

When we first got dropped on the ground, he kind of made himself in charge. Talked the right kind of talk, acted the right kind of way, so we all listened to him. I listened to him.

But we were a bunch of criminal kids with no laws for the first time. We were assholes. I was the worst. So when they find the Chancellor's son dead, killed with my knife, it was easy math. Ark law is any crime gets you floated. No airlocks on the ground, though, so they string me up, and Bellamy's the one who kicks the box out from under me.

Only I hadn't killed Wells. This kid, Charlotte, had. Bellamy knew that, but he didn't want to kill a little girl, and he would've let me hang for it if she hadn't piped up that it was her. They cut me down, I want her head, Bellamy grabs her and runs into the woods, and me, I get a mob together and go after them.

She jumped off a cliff, in the end. She killed herself and they exiled me, left me there. The Grounders find me, torture all the information they can out of me, then make me sick and dump me back at the camp to spread it to everyone else. Bellamy wanted to kill me, but Clarke doesn't let him, and while they're sick, I kill the two guys who tied the rope they hanged me with. Tried to kill Bellamy, too. Strung him up. Kicked the stool out from under him. So he'd feel what I felt.

He got saved, same as I'd been. Definitely wanted to kill me as soon as he saw me, after that. But the thing was, the whole world was coming for us. Grounders wanted to kill us, Mount Weather wanted our blood, ALIE wanted to stick computer chips in our brains. And even with the rest of the Ark down on the ground, we were still the only ones who really gave a damn about us.

I saved his life a few times. He saved mine. I don't think there's anyone in the universe who knows me better than him.

( it’s a lot to take in, definitely more than he anticipated. he remains quiet, giving murphy the chance to speak his mind.

as murphy goes on, the pieces start to come together — the earlier guardedness and then the swift jump to assuming he'd be rejected. discarded. it was his pattern.

he exhales slowly, rubs at the bridge of his nose. ) I don't care if she's angry at me, as long as she's alive to be angry. ( this feels important to clarify, and not just because it now extends to murphy. )

But I don’t really enjoy hurting people, even if it’s necessary. And at the time, it was necessary. It wasn't just my life on the line.

When you were helping kill her people?

We were sent to negotiate the use of some old mines in the area, not to pick a fight. ( their arrival hadn't been exactly welcome, but that was business as usual. )

While there, I noticed some suspicious activity and brought it to my team lead's attention. Our policy is to assess and evaluate any potential threats or assets. And the power was too significant to ignore. ( murphy has some idea of what mavis is capable of, but he has no idea what she actually feels like; how it's like peering into the heart of a supernova. )

Unfortunately, the situation soured pretty quickly when we tried to investigate further. We were outnumbered, and they underestimated us.

( the real kicker, of course, was that the mines turned out to be totally useless. )

Yeah. Crap always goes sideways a lot quicker than people think.

[He'd said as much to Mavis. People were messy. Sometimes small things snowballed before you realised they'd even happened, whether anyone wanted it or not.

This wasn't the topic he'd really meant to touch, though.]

But you said she's always going to hate you on some level. I'm saying I think I might always hate Bellamy, on some level.

Oh.

( huh. )

You were comforting me. ( a touch of surprise, now. unsure of how to process this new information. does he admit to not feeling guilty about what he did? that, if anything, knowing what they’d done to mavis only makes him want to do it again — worse, even? )

[A huff, almost a laugh.]

I don't know if that's what I was doing.

[Comfort would be straight up reassurance, wouldn't it? Telling Aristaeus that of course Mavis didn't hate him. Or that she wouldn't forever.]

More like... It's part of it, I guess. Sometimes stuff happens with someone, and no one else is ever going to know it like you do. You and them.

( he hums, a soft, considering sound. )

He sounds like a good man, your friend.

[That definitely gets a laugh, fondly exasperated.]

Yeah. More good than's good for him, most of the time.

You should talk about them more. Your Nest — your people. They're as much a part of you as the rest of us.

( even danny. )

Maybe. Nothing in my life's ever exactly been sunshine and rainbows, you know? It's not really the kind of stuff people want to hear about.

I want to hear about it.

[It's still strange, hearing that. He isn't sure it ever won't be. Telling people about his past usually feels like a confession, a revelation of something terrible, a reason not to stay with him. It's hard to think of as people wanting to know because they want him.]

Well, you already got one dose of my screwed up today. I'll give you a break before the next load.

Well, I'm always here to listen. And if you have any other questions, let me know. I can't promise answers, but I'll do my best.

hey aristaeus
I think someone said
or i heard or maybe I hallucinated lol
I think you can heal people
like wounds

please tell me I'm right, I REALLY don't wanna call stephen

( well, this is unexpected. quentin must be desperate if he's reaching out to him of all people. desperate and maybe a little delirious?

he rubs at the place between his eyebrows. glances over at mavis, at murphy: ) Where are you right now?

home
I have a place near the gates, like a townhouse
I mean we
JK not we, lmao

I'm bandaged up and chilling no rush

[ At least his ruined hand is bandaged. The messy stab wound on his leg slowed bleeding so...good enough? ]

Well, I'm up so we might as well get this over with.

( as he extricates himself from the tangle of limbs and softly breathing bodies. if one stirs, he'll pause to set his palm against their forehead, quietening them. )

What happened?

lovers quarrel lol
he stabbed through my hand
I trust Tudor's work and everything but I will literally go insane if I can't work with this thing for weeks

All the way through?

( that's excessive and cowardly besides. )

Recovery time will depend on whether or not there's nerve damage. Optimistically, it shouldn't take longer than a few days to get it back to full function.

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yeah, skinny hand, big knife, angry guy, it happened pretty easy

a week
is that pre or post magic

It's not magic, I'm just speeding along your natural processes.

( to clarify. )

And you'll still be able to work, just hold off on any brain surgery for a week. Nerves are finicky and you don't want to risk the loss of any sensation.

Magda doesn't fuck with surgeries anyway lmao
I'll be careful with it, i will

i'm sorry about this, man, really
I just can't hear the lecture from anyone else I'd ask

No apology necessary. You're an adult, you know what you're doing.

( presumably. and as for the personal stuff, the messy relationship drama, he was just a bystander. he didn't need to get involved, and he wouldn't, unless he was asked to or left with no other option. )

Ari —

[ Not Master Aristaeus, not Aristaeus, just - Ari, and just her, quiet, and scared and doing her best to face what happens with whatever is left of her pride. ]

... I need you to make sure that Murphy, Ianthe and Sweeney are looked after. They will not be well. Can you do this for... for me?

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Absolutely.

( he's not in the habit of denying gilia, of course, even when it runs against his better judgment. now won't be any different, but — there's something in the way she asks, slipping right past his usual defenses and into that warm, familiar tone that gives him pause.

it feels heavy, like her words carry more than just a request; there’s an urgency underneath that he can’t ignore. )

What's happening, Gilia?

[ Calm she must keep calm as she runs the prayers in her mind, over and over, her mother's guidance ringing like a bell. We are thr flat surface that shows nothing of the ebbing current, we are the tides that come and go and never falter.

She must not falter now. ]

They have set up an arena. For those of us who will not partake of the poppet dolls.

We must fight to the death.

What?

( disbelief that verges on anger. it shouldn't shock him, the idea that they'd be pitted against each other like animals, but somehow it does. )

Do they know?

( unspoken: do they know and plan to do nothing? )

They do not.

[ She takes a slow breathe out.

She must grow up, and she must accept what being a Queen means. Even if it means her own end, her vanity, her fear, must come second. She will not let go of her morals, and for it, must face this reality head on. ]

If they did, they would stop it. It would compromise their position with the Duchess, and there is no hope, of we are all at odds. There is no reconciliation for the better, if we lose our heads.

( it's not a satisfying answer; then again, nothing she said would be enough — not for this. )

I'll do what I can. ( for gilia’s sake, if nothing else — especially if it brought her any kind of peace. )

Be brave, Gilia. ( he hates how much this sounds like goodbye. ) You’re not alone, even now — just remember that.

Thank you.

[ She takes slow breathes, trying to keep calm. Hold onto that surety. ]

I... I just want to do my family proud. Do... did they ever teach you... how to face death?

No.

( he looks down at his hands, swallows. feels the weight of this moment pressing heavily on his chest. feels the despair slowly kindle into anger, into fury. but he keeps his voice level, calm. he must be calm now. )

But I can’t imagine you’d do anything but make us proud, Gilia.

( and while they might not be the family she was born into, they're the family that's here. the ones that matter. )

[How long, and how much, has she craved to hear those words. To know that she has done well, that she has made glad the people around her?

She takes a second to swallow down not tears of hurt or fear. But happiness, something washed clean after so many years. In and out, one after the other to get her voice back to even. ]

Ari - I have always - I just want to keep my family safe, and know - know that I have no shamed you. I do, that is, I am always -

[ She swallows. All the words are too much, and all their meanings confused on her tongue.

So she settles on the thing that matters most. ]

- I love you - and to be... to be your family, gives me courage most of all.

I love you too, Gilia.

( simple and matter-of-fact, like it’s just another undeniable truth of the world — the sky is blue and the grass is green and gilia st. loe is loved; she has always and will always be loved by him. )

And I'll be waiting for you when it's done.

They are taking me now.

[ There is nothing else to say, as she holds that thought tightly in her chest. ]

In this life, and the next, Aristaeus.

I'll see you soon, Gilia.

( in the aftermath of jim's maze: unusual quiet and danny scratching at the barrier of aristaeus' mind, politely knocking to be let in. )

ari

( jumbled, like there's interference. it comes through clearly a second or two later: )

aristaeus, i need a favor.

( it's the tentativeness that surprises him. people usually aren’t that considerate, and danny johnson? it’s odd to feel him so careful — enough to spark some curiosity. )

What can I do for you, Daniel?

i got nicked under the ribs in jim's maze a day or so back.

( was it a day? it might have been longer. danny isn't sure how long he was in there. it felt like a space similar to the void, that line between reality and unreality. )

i know it ain't right of me to come asking for you to fix me up and taking advantage of your generosity, but i'd really appreciate it if you could help me out just this once.

( he's already built up a stack of favors for ianthe, and she's not a woman danny wants to be indebted to, as much as he likes her. he's not stupid. )

Sounds like quite the story.

( he's already up, twisting to consider the cabin's framework before deciding he can delay the work for an hour or so. )

Where are you now? ( not the maze, surely. not that it would change his answer, but it would add time to the endeavor ㅡ time he'd rather not waste. )

the woods, probably about half a mile or more due east of ( my daddies' cabin are the words he thinks, but he catches them before they can make their way to aristaeus, though some of it slips through, butchered and mangled, a little slip of tv static spelling out my daddies, my daddies, my daddies. ) my cabin. jem's cabin. i think. i don't know, fuck. i took a break 'cause walking was getting annoying.

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I'll find you. ( simple, matter-of-fact. he knows the area well enough that picking up a trail shouldn't be an issue. )

So, about that story?

( there's got to be a few people that'd like this shot at danny johnson, of course, not including the rubeans, but it seems like it'd take a feat of extraordinary luck to get close enough to land a meaningful blow. john gaius knew how to pick his company. )

( that's all the confirmation danny needs to fully slump down where he'd been standing, propped elbow-first against a tree. he settles at the base, between two gnarled roots undulating from the dirt like twin worms. )

it was cesare.

( as for the answer of how, )

before you say anything, i let him do it.

I'd hope so — otherwise, that’d be pretty embarrassing for you.

( he doesn't need to watch the man with a knife to know that he'd probably milked that moment for all it was worth. )

Did you get what you wanted out of it?

i didn't want anything out of it, just caught him following me like a little mouse over some bullshit i told him a few weeks ago.

( the most unsubtle man in existence: cesare borgia. )

it was a decent opportunity for him to get all his big feelings out.

Generous of you.

Think he'll just let it go like that?

probably not, but that ain't really my concern.

( if it keeps him off murphy's back, besides, it's for a good cause. )

i suspect he'll find something else to distract him sooner versus later.

( he doesn't go so far as to say "maybe he'll do us all a favor and get eaten by a yeti", since cesare borgia wouldn't do anyone a good turn even if his life depended on it. )

Here's hoping. God knows he's got a talent for making an ass of himself in public.

( it's the kind of thing that'd be a lot more amusing if it didn't directly impact the people he cared about. he spends a moment idly imagining finding cesare and breaking all his fingers; it's a pleasant thought, but danny's a big boy and can handle himself. )

He and Gilia aren't together anymore, at least.

yeah, i saw that coming.

( he's just surprised it took so long. gilia was always more woman than he could handle: too much chewed off at once and you'll choke. he choked. )

don't mention this to murphy.

Jem, too?

i'm still healing a stab wound from jem. i don't need her having an excuse to give me another.

Quite the family you have, Daniel.

( amused rather than judgemental. he likes jem, likes her ferocity. )

i had that one coming, to be fair.

( well, he also had the stab from cesare coming, probably. )

Won't argue with that.

( murphy had been a mess for a while. he can only imagine how jem had taken it. )

I can see you. ( which mean he'll pick up his pace, jogging toward where danny is resting, and drop into an easy crouch. )

All right, let's see what we're working with.

My Lord... Aristaeus... I...

[ This is all torn up in her head. Memory of a memory of a memory. ]

Where is... where is Lady Mavis? I cannot seem to find her and she's the last.... last person I remember... I...

( oh fuck. )

She's missing. ( and if there's a thickness to the words, as if they were difficult to speak, you're imagining it gilia. ) It happened right around the time the bugs hit.

...Aristaeus?

[ a low growl from a stranger, tinged with reluctance. khoriya had almost disregarded the name written on the label of the package in favor of wolfing (ha) the contents down without a second thought, hungry as he is.

but something about the name pings a distant thread of memory. mavis had spoken to him of her consort before, when she had offered him her aid. back during the dregs of summer, after khoriya had made himself into an abomination.

...

so he'll do this 'aristaeus' the bare courtesy of inquiring. for her sake. ]

You like games. Do you ever play poker?

Never tried, but give me a few hands, and I'll figure it out.

Have you seen any decks of cards around or do we have to learn a new craft?

Sure. Some are even safe for polite company. How many do you think we'll need?

Might as well keep it nice and relaxed. Just one will do us. If you know anyone else who might be interested polite company isn't necessarily a requirement.

Did she fucking marry you too without telling me?

I don't follow.

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Did you, at any time, marry Gilia? If so, she didn't tell me. Just like she didn't tell me she married Murphy.

No. We didn't have that kind of relationship.

I didn't think so even with her fondness for you, but apparently my own wife was hiding things from me. And I can't even ask her why.

I'd tell you that she probably didn't mean it, but I have no business making guesses about marriage.

She told me when she fucked up messing with Murphy and Danny's souls, accidentally including herself, but she didn't once mention that counted as marriage. I didn't say shit to her about Cesare, didn't try to get in the way of their marriage. And yet this with Murphy. I like Murphy. Liked.

I got the impression that she was pretty embarrassed by what happened.

( honestly, he'd followed about a third of what she'd said at the time. maybe she'd mentioned marriage? fuck, what a mess. )

Not that it makes things any easier. But honestly, I usually don’t think much of people, but Gilia always seemed like the type who’d apologize to a rock if she tripped over it. Malicious intent just wasn’t her thing.

Sweeney knew she was waiting for an answer from Murphy. That's what he said when I asked him if he knew. But apparently I'm fucking special.

You don't need this. Ignore me.

But you need it, so you might as well get it out.

No, I need to go cry, get drunk, then force myself sober again so I can make my twelve o'clock.

Well, I can help with one of those things.

I hope you have something other than whiskey.

I’ve got something that could probably double as paint thinner. If you make it through a glass without going blind, I'll be impressed.

I am a lyctor. Your booze will have to work for that.

There's one way to find out.

Is Murphy there? I'm not going near him.

I was thinking I'd come to you.

Even better.

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