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Julian Bennet ([personal profile] docmartens) wrote2025-03-08 04:47 pm

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[personal profile] wicka 2025-05-19 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poor Felix, being in the middle of all that. But they're working on things, so. Progress. Hopefully. (Can he delete all those messages he sent to Iggy now?)

Dom shrugs in response, gives Julian a smile that should also amount to an it's fine, wondering if it's normal to be more awkward about this than the hypotheticals of getting this necklace off of him. ]


How'd you end up handling it, by the way? With the sigil. People got weird around you too?
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[personal profile] wicka 2025-05-20 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, finally. I locked myself in my room for a while. Had to sneak into the kitchen because I was starving. And then my teeth got all fang-y and I had claws—

[ Looking down at his hands, he stops and remembers 1. who he's talking to 2. what's in his pocket, still, and readjusts his posture. ]

I wasn't transforming or anything, though. Not in a way where I lose control or whatever.
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[personal profile] wicka 2025-05-21 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dom's a couple of steps behind, arms crossed to disguise his apprehension, looking over at what the lake reflects, past the surface to what it hides. Some days it's clearer than others, but he doesn't think he senses any non-animals lurking underneath today. Not like this house publishes obituaries, he doesn't think. ]

It's, uhm. It's what I wished for. To be able to do that, sort of. I think the sigil went crazy so it finally started to happen. Couldn't make it go away on my own, though. And I have no idea how to do it again.
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[personal profile] wicka 2025-05-28 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ He parts his lips, ready for an 'I don't know', with some guilt and the truth that he never actually figured it out. He needed a stranger's help to turn his fangs and claws back to normal, and he hasn't been able to repeat the process. Does he want to, or is the knowledge that the possibility is there enough?

Alright, watch.

Dom's words never leave his thoughts. He stands back instead, watches Jules ready his arm and follows the motion with his eyes to see where the ring ends up. ]
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[personal profile] wicka 2025-06-02 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something's happening in the silence, Dom staring off and shifting like he's overcompensating, trying to hide something. An emotion, perhaps, or a whole cocktail of them. It's been a fucked up time. This has been such a fucked up place. It's going right back to that when this necklace comes alive, but for now — Dom feels the relief that things might be okay for a while and isn't sure what to do with that. Let alone when it's thanks to Julian. ]

… Yeah, [ He clears his throat. ] We're good. Thanks, Jules. It... it means a lot.
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[personal profile] wicka 2025-06-04 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ The clap on his back is one thing, and then the next one has him staring, dark eyes caught with a blank uncertainty that eventually becomes a question: do I deserve to mean anything?

Jules could be saying that just to win him over. This whole thing might as well have been a play to rope Dom back into the group so they have their third witch to try again, or try something new. Just like Theo could be an impostor trying to steal Dom away from his loved ones, wearing his boyfriend's face as the lure. Everything and everyone could be awful — and Dom does give into that mentality too often — but now he walks the path where something good gets to feel real. In no small part because he hears it in Jules' heart.

Dom shifts, uses both arms to close the link that Jules wouldn't. A hug that lasts a few wordless seconds before he pulls away with a deep breath, hand on his shoulder. ]


You too.
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[personal profile] wicka 2025-06-05 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something breaks, but it's good — Dom's smile reaches his eyes, looking off at the lake and where he remembers the ring hitting the water. His hand slips away to adjust the stupid necklace again, once more grateful that it wasn't one of the silver ones, though he'll be even more grateful once he gets rid of the fucking thing. ]

Yeah, man. Sounds good to me.