[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
I do that a lot, you know. Make things difficult.

[Now he's pressing a hand against an invisible wall between them.]

I miss you more.

/sob invisi-wall

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Glen places his hand on the same spot on the other side of the glass. He loves seeing that mischief come back in Jack's eyes.]

I did not expect to be taken home, and I certainly did not expect to remember everything.

[Only between us Jack but-]

[He steps closer and leans his forehead against the wall.]

There is nothing for me here. My time has neared its end.

I'm going to return to you, no matter the cost.

so sad hnnnn ;___;

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
You remember—?

[Jack pales and presses his forehead against the same spot, frantic and terrified. What he knows of Glen's madness had only been through one of the Jacks in the mansion, but to know that he'll go through it willingly just to get back to him...

He nearly breaks down into tears, happy ones.]


We'll destroy each other, all right? Save a piece of yourself for me, love.

riiight

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid all that will be left are pieces.

[ooc: This is killing me. So much is going on in the dr! Can I just come off of hiatus already? /sob]

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe if we use your pieces and mine, we can make something beautiful?

[He suggests, wryly, fingers curling.]

[ooc: WHOOP WHOOP everyone's being awesome! But you, young lady! RL > RP always okay!]

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He has to crack a smile at that, however brief.]

I love you, Jack.


[ooc: but but but but but RP is so much more fun.]

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
I love you too, Glen.

[He says, wholeheartedly, trying and miserably failing to smile brightly for the both of them.]

[ooc: /points at your papers to grade e___e]

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Then leave your lips for only me.

[He can't stay angry, but it has taken a blow to his pride. The question of loyalty will come up another time; the issue has not died.]

[ooc: What. How can you see them? Where are you hiding!? /looks around, frightful]

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks down again.]

It won't happen again.

[ooc: I am under your bed right now...]

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Dearest Jack . . .

[He wants to touch him, and puts another hand up, but of course, it's blocked by the invisi-wall.]

You know, then, what will become of anyone who touches you with such affection?

[ooc: /checks . . . LIAR! O.o]

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
...yes.

[He bites his lip. Well then.]

[ooc: Nope, I moved to your closet :}]

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[It may be a different Glen, but he has his own means to bind Jack to him.]

I will return to you, Jack.

Wait for me . . . just a little longer . . .

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
I'll wait forever, I think, now that I realise nobody could ever compare to you.
Edited 2011-03-07 04:03 (UTC)

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
You knew that all along, Jack.

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Why can't you stop being right for just one moment, really.

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
I will see you again.

[He kisses the glass where Jack's forehead is touching and begins to fade away.]

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He sees Glen, every night, when he dreams, but it would be infinitely better if he could have the real thing again.]

Promise me that. Promise me—

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
I promise.

[-but his words are only whispers as his figure fades away.]


[ooc: /wibble . . . Can I at least bring Glen back early? You said you might be gone forever by May. /sob . . . Yes I'm asking you permission.]

[identity profile] surfacage.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack bangs hard on the glass, yelling Glen's name, and then he slides down it and starts to sob.]

[ooc: ALL THE HUGS Might, yes ;; I'll be taking a hiatus first, mid-May, but if my sched doesn't work out, then.... aaahh you don't have to ask permission! Jack would love that, omg.]

[identity profile] casse-sablier.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Okay, I'll bring back Glen in a week, because that's spring break~ They can lick each other's wounds. Auuu~]