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joseph KAVINSKY ([personal profile] 100mitsubishis) wrote2016-10-08 06:52 pm

mental link









DREAM
there isn't anything else



THIEF
get in get out



DYING
a boring side effect



PARTY
god that would be awesome






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[personal profile] doggo 2017-01-10 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not a proper recoil. More a mental twitch back, like brushing up against a poker recently pulled from the fire.

And yet doesn't take much force to pull him back, coming back close to the familiarity of Kavinsky. The buzz of his consciousness just that, a buzz, easy to want back among all the unfamiliar.]


( Nothing. )

[Short, to the point.]

( There's others now. )

[--With a kind of rising inflection to it, because Kavinsky will have felt them, too, just as surely as Sirius knew they were out there when they blipped in, pulled taut, and Merlin, how much worse is that feeling now.]

( Found them yet? )
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[personal profile] doggo 2017-01-10 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[A brief wry amusement presses back in answer. Astute observation, that. Sirius was, once, great at making friends, or at least at being the sort of fellow you wanted to be friends with. That was a long time ago, distant memory, but when the swell of Kavinksy's parties comes through--chaotic, loose, damn good--he knows that, too. Weddings and end of term and summer. Endless.

Somewhere else, separate and yet not separate from Kavinsky, Sirius lets out a breath. Pushes his hand against his eye.]


( Don't do anything stupid. )

[To these others, who, yeah, Sirius has met, in part. He tries then to let some of that bleed over, the relief of those fused connections. It's good.]
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[personal profile] doggo 2017-01-12 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( Think you can do better than thinking. )

[Brusque, but not aggressive. Don't embarrass us, that was always the byline, standing at the bottom of the stairs at 12 Grimmauld Place in dress robes and shoes that pinched, watching the front door for guests to arrive. Chandeliers dripping with crystals and wax. His mother's earrings, long lines of silver and emerald, on the white line of her neck.

That's not what he means. More like, don't be a prat. Sort of friendly. Kavinsky could be a great deal worse than he is. Possibilities map themselves out, throbbing lines and bright lights.]


( You need a distraction, find a distraction. Nothing stupid with them. )

[Probably he doesn't have to say anything at all. After all, they're all entwined, threads and cords and knots.]
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[personal profile] doggo 2017-01-19 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[That one's easy. Zero hesitation:]

( Sure. )

[Flippant enough that if they were in normal conversation, face-to-face, words only, Kavinsky might question how earnest an agreement it is. Then again, he might not question it. He seems the sort who would take that at face value, press some advantage there.

And even if that weren't true of him, he will know, Sirius does mean it. Some things never change. Gryffindors, man.]


( I'll make you your own maze and you can do laps. Get lost for a few hours. )
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[personal profile] doggo 2017-01-19 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Interest catches his interest. So now, the quick catalog Sirius does of his resources will feel like a shiver. Takes no time at all. This is old-school, this sort of distraction. Magic he's not had to use in ages. Pranks. Summer holiday. The Potter house, James hanging upside down off a bed with his glasses fallen off his face. You're a genius, Padfoot.]

( Two hours. )

[A patch of swamp. Topiary. Tall walls of green. Hot sun, the sort that bakes the part in your hair.]

( Know where the pool is? )
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[personal profile] doggo 2017-01-20 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
( Not a swimmer. )

[The sizzle of those summer memories will linger with Sirius, catching on the toothy bits of his own memory, cloth against rough stone. Both heady and inspirational.]

( Two hours. Don't be late. )

[And don't be impatient, either. There's skill in this, real craft. Bending hallways, conjuring green in places it shouldn't be. Not as complicated as he'd like, not when he hasn't got the room, or his own wand. But better than nothing.]