Billy Kaplan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
noassgardian) wrote2025-03-21 08:49 pm
noassgardian) wrote2025-03-21 08:49 pm
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Inbox [Eudio]
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I know you're not going to answer, but... sorry. Let me know if you stop being angry at me and want to be friends, I guess. Until then, I'll leave you alone, okay?
[You don't know how many times he thumbed over the delete button... or the reply button really.
Or how tempting it is to just not answer right now, since Teddy doesn't expect otherwise.
Still, it's hard to ignore him entirely when Teddy's been his fiance and his best friend both for so long. You don't just stop caring that easily. So--]
Just going to need some time, Teddy.
Or how tempting it is to just not answer right now, since Teddy doesn't expect otherwise.
Still, it's hard to ignore him entirely when Teddy's been his fiance and his best friend both for so long. You don't just stop caring that easily. So--]
Just going to need some time, Teddy.
You, me, dinner and stories soon. Yes? Don thy horned helmet, young Kaplan, for soon thou shalt feel the almighty fizzle of mythology come to life! But wait! What mystic finery is this? 'Lo! That Loki looks so super slick in his new Galaga t-shirt!
Are you free?
Are you free?
Wow, you are such a dork, Loki.
[He may or may not be laughing though.]
I am, yeah. Come by anytime. I'm looking forward to it.
[he pauses.]
Do I need to pick up anything for dinner? Seems fair if you're cooking.
[He may or may not be laughing though.]
I am, yeah. Come by anytime. I'm looking forward to it.
[he pauses.]
Do I need to pick up anything for dinner? Seems fair if you're cooking.
[It took three tries though...]
Hey, good job. You've mastered frozen pizzas! What's next?
Hey, good job. You've mastered frozen pizzas! What's next?
You're so demanding.
I hope you don't expect a horse and carriage.
I hope you don't expect a horse and carriage.
[Well, that's--
Actually a really nice surprise.]
I'm not sure yet. I mean, I... really have no idea how to handle it yet, I guess. Does Erik know?
Actually a really nice surprise.]
I'm not sure yet. I mean, I... really have no idea how to handle it yet, I guess. Does Erik know?
[She'd been gone five days, they said. Something like that, some small number that didn't quite add up to the eight months she actually experienced. But now that she's back in Eudio, her memories of here returned as though they'd happened just those five days ago, resulting in a weird timestream of flashbacks in her mind.
She remembers Loki and Billy and Daimon and a large mess that no one had asked for but everyone had gotten mixed up in anyway because that's just how it was. For gods. For reality warpers. For demons. For the mortal who wishes everything and nothing was normal in her life.
It takes her a week to finally cough up the courage to contact anyone who isn't her best friend or her roommates. Though call is translated more to text, since her courage isn't quite that high right now.]
So I think you were in on the fact that I kind of went MIA for a while there. I'm back. Good thing too, since it probably wouldn't have been cool having my face plastered on milk cartons.
She remembers Loki and Billy and Daimon and a large mess that no one had asked for but everyone had gotten mixed up in anyway because that's just how it was. For gods. For reality warpers. For demons. For the mortal who wishes everything and nothing was normal in her life.
It takes her a week to finally cough up the courage to contact anyone who isn't her best friend or her roommates. Though call is translated more to text, since her courage isn't quite that high right now.]
So I think you were in on the fact that I kind of went MIA for a while there. I'm back. Good thing too, since it probably wouldn't have been cool having my face plastered on milk cartons.
[The text might have been slightly surprising, if only because he'd figured Verity had to still be adapting to life in Eudio again after her trip home, but... it wasn't unpleasant at all. Five days or not, it was nice to see her back around.
And better for Loki too, he'd wager. Less a risk of him going stabby or staying holed up or feeling guilty for not going home, himself.]
Loki mentioned you turned up. You kinda gave people a scare there.
[You know, hearing a friend of yours has disappeared and not getting a definitive answer from the reps wasn't the best way to start a missing person search...]
How have you been?
And better for Loki too, he'd wager. Less a risk of him going stabby or staying holed up or feeling guilty for not going home, himself.]
Loki mentioned you turned up. You kinda gave people a scare there.
[You know, hearing a friend of yours has disappeared and not getting a definitive answer from the reps wasn't the best way to start a missing person search...]
How have you been?
[ His old apartment is now too big, too empty and garish and morose without Verity sharing Loki's home. She practically lived in the fancy flat half the time to account for the space, but now there are memories in place of his BFF herself and Loki stands up one evening, hands on hips, to glare at everything accusingly, conscious of his antsy bad mood. So he switches it up, right then and there. He moves to the northern district of the city and sets up in a smaller place, selling off the other for a tidy price online. What he ends up with is a little nicer than what he had in Manhattan but nothing even half so lavish as what he leaves behind from his initial stay in Eudio.
That's okay. Change is good. He breathes easier.
After spending an entire evening getting everything straightened out, he texts the only other two people who come around and might want to know why he's pulled a vanishing act: Owen and Billy. Owen because Loki finds himself wanting the older man to drop by, one of the exceedingly few friendships (if it can be called that) forged in this weird dimension that he's reluctant to discard, and Billy because the mage will dole out deets to the rest of the YA with a measure of tact. Hopefully. Loki certainly isn't hot-lining his location to America.
The short message issued to both comes with a series of snapsnots and his address. ]
Moved house! 8-O
Warding is up but you (specifically) will still be able to enter.
That's okay. Change is good. He breathes easier.
After spending an entire evening getting everything straightened out, he texts the only other two people who come around and might want to know why he's pulled a vanishing act: Owen and Billy. Owen because Loki finds himself wanting the older man to drop by, one of the exceedingly few friendships (if it can be called that) forged in this weird dimension that he's reluctant to discard, and Billy because the mage will dole out deets to the rest of the YA with a measure of tact. Hopefully. Loki certainly isn't hot-lining his location to America.
The short message issued to both comes with a series of snapsnots and his address. ]
Moved house! 8-O
Warding is up but you (specifically) will still be able to enter.
Billy! Billy! Come quick! Argh ... !
[ The audio is muffled but frantic, the sound of furniture crashing sounding in the background. Loki sounds extremely distressed, most unusually. ]
Billy, help! It's in my face, you have to come, please ... Alone, come alone, the wards are different now ... [ Is that gagging? He's heaving, at the very least. ] Help me, it's in my face — !
[ And the line goes dead. ]
[ The audio is muffled but frantic, the sound of furniture crashing sounding in the background. Loki sounds extremely distressed, most unusually. ]
Billy, help! It's in my face, you have to come, please ... Alone, come alone, the wards are different now ... [ Is that gagging? He's heaving, at the very least. ] Help me, it's in my face — !
[ And the line goes dead. ]
[Oh my god.
Billy doesn't even bother to respond. He just magics himself over to Loki's the very minute he gets that message, ready for- a fight or some sort of trouble. Magic crackles along his fingers, eyes glowing faintly as he looks around.]
Loki! Loki- where are you? Are you okay?
Billy doesn't even bother to respond. He just magics himself over to Loki's the very minute he gets that message, ready for- a fight or some sort of trouble. Magic crackles along his fingers, eyes glowing faintly as he looks around.]
Loki! Loki- where are you? Are you okay?
I was going to say poor muffins, but at least it was a hot guy.
And what do you mean? Are you asking to move in together?
And what do you mean? Are you asking to move in together?
Edited 2015-12-13 17:17 (UTC)
[ Christmas morning there is a brown-wrapped, plain package tied with a green bow on Billy's bed. The tag reads BASICALLY YOUR LETTER TO HOGWARTS, AESIR-STYLE!! --LOKI XOXO and inside is a fitting gift.
Giving presents out for a monotheistic holiday seems like the thing to do when no one expects it of him, and so. ]
Giving presents out for a monotheistic holiday seems like the thing to do when no one expects it of him, and so. ]
[ It isn't weird for Loki to bring things home from his nightly excursions like a magpie whether trinkets from the fallen cities in the far-off eastern forests, half-rotten old books from the southernmost point of the island, or simply snacks from all over the Eudite districts; he has time on his hands and one can't steal funds every night. That would fast get boring.
With Teddy having left, tonight Loki has made Billy his priority.
Kamala's gift of printed-off fic has inspired Loki to ransack the library, after-hours when the building is technically closed, and get crafty. The designs of space, stars, norse patterns and an all manner of arty things he impulsively collected are bound inside a neat green folder with a huge new set of Sharpies attached. In the early hours of the morning (when he gets home), Loki creeps into Billy's bedroom to leave it in front of him. Might peck him on the cheek, who knows.
He heads to bed around 6AM, letting his housemate wake up to his new colouring book. The door to his bedroom is left ajar. ]
With Teddy having left, tonight Loki has made Billy his priority.
Kamala's gift of printed-off fic has inspired Loki to ransack the library, after-hours when the building is technically closed, and get crafty. The designs of space, stars, norse patterns and an all manner of arty things he impulsively collected are bound inside a neat green folder with a huge new set of Sharpies attached. In the early hours of the morning (when he gets home), Loki creeps into Billy's bedroom to leave it in front of him. Might peck him on the cheek, who knows.
He heads to bed around 6AM, letting his housemate wake up to his new colouring book. The door to his bedroom is left ajar. ]
[He's not entirely sure what made him stir-- just somebody being in his bedroom, the maybe-peck, who knows. But he wakes up to a folder and markers set nearby either way. He takes a moment to inspect them-- and if the designs weren't enough to tip off who it was... well.
He smiles a little, fingertips brushing over some of the pages. He hadn't been expecting gifts-- and really, it feels like Loki's spoiling him a bit. He appreciates it though, something warming in his chest that he'd go out of the way to compile all of this for him.
That's why, once Billy's put the folder safely aside, Loki can expect a visitor creeping into his bedroom shortly after.]
Loki? [He starts out softly, looking around. If Loki's fallen asleep, he'd hate to wake him up after all.
But he does want to give a thanks.] Hey, you awake?
He smiles a little, fingertips brushing over some of the pages. He hadn't been expecting gifts-- and really, it feels like Loki's spoiling him a bit. He appreciates it though, something warming in his chest that he'd go out of the way to compile all of this for him.
That's why, once Billy's put the folder safely aside, Loki can expect a visitor creeping into his bedroom shortly after.]
Loki? [He starts out softly, looking around. If Loki's fallen asleep, he'd hate to wake him up after all.
But he does want to give a thanks.] Hey, you awake?
Are you asking me on a date?
[He's teasing!]
Sure, Loki, that sounds like fun.
[He's teasing!]
Sure, Loki, that sounds like fun.
[When she leaves a voicemail, it's like butt o'clock early. At least 6am or somewhere in that general time frame. Has the sun risen? Yes, okay, it has, but for that long. The tone he'll hear is anxious and rushed.]
Billy. Billy. Billy! You need to call me back. Right now. Right now. I am not kidding. This is major urgent. I might have done something bad. Really, really bad. Not like need-to-hide-a-corpse bad but still pretty high up there in the rankings. Please call me back immediately.
[She's about to end the message before she adds:]
And make sure Loki's not around.
Billy. Billy. Billy! You need to call me back. Right now. Right now. I am not kidding. This is major urgent. I might have done something bad. Really, really bad. Not like need-to-hide-a-corpse bad but still pretty high up there in the rankings. Please call me back immediately.
[She's about to end the message before she adds:]
And make sure Loki's not around.
Kate? What the hell...
[Oh my god, it's too early. 6am doesn't exist in Billy Kaplan's world, okay.
Still, Kate sounds like she's in trouble and Billy's now in panic mode.]
What happened? And I'm in my bedroom, Kate. No one's around besides me and the pets...
[Oh my god, it's too early. 6am doesn't exist in Billy Kaplan's world, okay.
Still, Kate sounds like she's in trouble and Billy's now in panic mode.]
What happened? And I'm in my bedroom, Kate. No one's around besides me and the pets...
Hey, I'm heading home for a bit. Like HOME home.
I only asked for a couple of days. It might be longer depending on how things are there. But I wanted you to know so you didn't think it was like the other times. This is me voluntarily leaving and voluntarily requesting I come back as I am. No lapse of memory or anything. I'll come back and remember I was here.
Hopefully.
I only asked for a couple of days. It might be longer depending on how things are there. But I wanted you to know so you didn't think it was like the other times. This is me voluntarily leaving and voluntarily requesting I come back as I am. No lapse of memory or anything. I'll come back and remember I was here.
Hopefully.
You better mean that, Katie. You have a tendency to slip away.
Why are you heading back home anyway?
Why are you heading back home anyway?
Every time a Magneto arrives, I end up having the heart-wrenching 'Your sorta-grandson is here' conversation with them. I'm opting out of those in the future. Also, he's on the network, you might want to take a look at him and Rogue rounding up new students.
I'm sure that'll go flawlessly.
I'm sure that'll go flawlessly.
Well, you don't have to have that conversation with him....
And I'll check it out. How are they planning on doing a new school anyway?
And I'll check it out. How are they planning on doing a new school anyway?
Hey, Katie. I miss you too, but I promise, no entirely wild and crazy adventures in the life of Billy have happened... yet, anyway.
How have you been?
How have you been?
[ It's late, Billy is already in bed, and so is Loki apparently; he sneaks in as only he can, letting his presence be known when his chin sinks onto the dip of Billy's shoulder and an arm encircles his waist beneath the blankets.
Uncharacteristically (because he purposefully sat near the radiator while drinking tea) he's warm to the touch. ]
Merry-Happy Birthday-Salutations, Billy.
Uncharacteristically (because he purposefully sat near the radiator while drinking tea) he's warm to the touch. ]
Merry-Happy Birthday-Salutations, Billy.
Hm?
[Billy was already nearly dozing off when Loki slipped into his bed. He notices the odd warmth, but it's not unwelcome as he leans back into him.]
Thanks, Loki.
[He tilts his head, looking at him with half-lidded eyes as his hand settles on top of the arm around his waist. He gives a bit of a smile.]
[Billy was already nearly dozing off when Loki slipped into his bed. He notices the odd warmth, but it's not unwelcome as he leans back into him.]
Thanks, Loki.
[He tilts his head, looking at him with half-lidded eyes as his hand settles on top of the arm around his waist. He gives a bit of a smile.]
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