open post for kyna!

[evocation]

I'll make this look cool later yo

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[ghostlocked]

u ok?

[evocation]

Been better. That fucking sucked.

[omniavanitas]

Harlan told me you're all alive.

did the faeries have fun with you?

[evocation]

Yeah, it was awesome. Is Harlan giving you status updates on us or something?

[folderol]

[Kyna gave him a good dousing with a healing potion.

So when she wakes up next, there will be a dead mouse on the floor nearby.]

[evocation]

[Whoever could have done this? What a mystery! So she texts him.]

Uh, Reggie? Did you leave a mouse in my apartment?

[ghostlocked]

hey so theres some carnival thing in town this weekend. im getting the gang together. u wanna come? sounds fun.
also are we good?

[evocation]

I don't know. Are you done being a massive asshole?

[ghostlocked]

hey.
so how u doin?

[evocation]

Hey, go fuck yourself.

[ghostlocked]

hey kid u doin ok? need anything?

[evocation]

I don't know. I'm not as crispy, does that count?

[ghostlocked]

[A few days later, Harlan breaks the radio silence to send Kyna an audio file which includes him singing along at random intervals because he only remembers some of the lyrics.]

[evocation]

[Kyna hasn't texted Harlan in a few days largely because she doesn't know what to say, and she doesn't really know how to apologize or if she should apologize. It's not really surprising that he breaks the silence first, but the way he does it certainly is. For a while, she's at a loss for how to respond. It's weirdly sweet.]

I thought you were going to serenade me with Arctic Monkeys or something.

[omniavanitas]

[ Please excuse Panna - the next time Kyna is looking in the mirror, Panna is just gonna come right up behind Kyna and rest her hand on the small of Kyna's back. ]

You look beautiful, darling. [ A beat, and she amends, in the most awkward way possible: ] Ah - no homo?

[evocation]

[Kyna starts a little, then bursts out laughing at Panna's "no homo".]

It had better be "no homo" or Harlan might bury me in the woods somewhere.

[ghostlocked]

so do u need more proof that im not a fuckin poser or was me singlehandedly solvin that music puzzle sufficiently badass?

[evocation]

you're still like 80 years old and you have a guitar pick as a totem.

[ghostlocked]

[It's ass o'clock and, unsurprisingly, Harlan can't sleep. He has his own room at least--this would be ten times worse if they were all sharing again--and he should just stay in it. But he's restless. It's too quiet here. He's used to New York noises, to sleeping in a city with millions of other people around to make him feel a little less lonely. Even with the window cracked here, there's nothing. It's silent. It's like the whole town is asleep except him. And if he listens closely, he thinks he can hear the mountain breathing in the distance. He stops listening closely. He shuts the window and opens his door instead.

He's a little worried about running into his crew, but it's late. They're probably asleep. The hotel isn't very big, but its hallways are long and empty enough for him to wander and burn off some nervous energy. He runs his fingers along the wall as he goes, counting divots in the moulding. It helps, but he's still not tired. Tomorrow is going to be hell.]

[evocation]

[Kyna is restless at the best of times, and this is far from that. She managed to pass out for a few hours out of sheer exhaustion, but now she's awake and roaming the halls. She can't stop thinking, which means she can't stop turning over what Harlan did in her mind, which means she's getting more and more furious. She couldn't even look at Harlan on their way back to the hotel, and the idea of going back into that mountain with him tomorrow makes her skin crawl.

He's the last person she wants to see, which means she runs into him, of course. Almost literally, actually, because she turns a corner and almost bumps right into him. Her expression shifts from something grumpy but relatively neutral to something much more blatantly angry, and she steps back too quickly.]

Jesus. Pay attention to where you're going.

[nowherewolf]

hey so idk really how to say this but
sorry we found your dad
and sorry he's an asshole
and sorry he's like super possessed
u probs don't wanna talk abt this and i get it
but like
whatever you decide to do here
i'm with you on it

[evocation]

you don't have to be sorry about that first part. he was always an asshole.
but thanks.
i don't know what the fuck we should do.

[ghostlocked]

[It's a few days after The Whole Everything, and Harlan still hasn't heard from Kyna. He's been doing his best to give her space, and the time apart has given him some time to chill out too, but he was figuring she'd have texted him by now. Is she still angry? She's still cold-shouldering him. Ugh.

Fine, he'll take the high road this time.]

hey. not talking makes me crazy so can we sort this shit out please?

[evocation]

this isn't a great time.

[ghostlocked]

[It's a couple of days after their last shitshow of a conversation, and Harlan figures he should probably check in, so...]

hey. how u holdin up?

[evocation]

better. mostly.
how about you?

[nowherewolf]

hey
hh told me what happened
how u holdin up?
u need anything?

[He's good at this.]

[evocation]

[She's great at this too, because she has no idea how to respond. She lets the text sit for a bit, trying to figure out if she does need anything.]

idk. another rescue might be nice.

[ghostlocked]

[Considering Kyna's been moved in for less than a week, Harlan will actually go to her door and knock like a "civilized person" so as not to make her immediately regret moving into his building. Plus, last time he tried to dimension door in, there was a box of books in the space he was aiming for, so he wound up on his ass in his own apartment with a bloody nose. It was like running face first into a wall. Ugh.

So he'll wait until Kyna's finished unpacking before he tries that again.

Anyway, he will very impatiently wait outside until she lets him in fair and square, doing his best to keep hold of a squirming kitten. The stakes are high. If he drops her, he'll never catch her again. She is very fast. Having a cat is hard.]

[evocation]

[Kyna responds pretty quickly, actually. She's thinking of it as a reward for the fact that he's actually knocking, but she doesn't know if he'll pick up on that.]

Hey.

[It's an automatic, casual greeting, until she sees the kitten in his arms.]

Are we having a playdate or something?

[evocation]

[So, they're at this sick party, and Kyna is just past tipsy and getting paranoid about kicking a gnome. She also hasn't seen Harlan in a while, so of course she's on the hunt for him. She assumes that he's going to be somewhere on the sidelines hiding out, and she's absolutely right, because she spots him sitting at a table and has to start weaving her way through the (very short) crowd to get to him.]

Hey, Harlan!

[ghostlocked]

[Julie has briefly excused herself to go check on Illyana, so for the moment, Harlan is alone at his table. Kyna's not hard to spot in the crowd considering most of the crowd is like half their size. He waves as she makes her way toward him. He's waiting for her to come to him, though. He's not surrendering his spot.]

Hey. Having fun?

[nowherewolf]

[At some point during the night in the church, Tucker wakes up to find that Illyana is still passed out, but she's rolled off of his back. Which is good, because he needs a stretch. He also has another thing he kind of wants to do.

Carefully, he hops off the bed and trots over to where Kyna's sleeping. He puts his front paws up on the mattress and nudges her face with his nose.]

[evocation]

[Kyna is totally passed out, so it takes her a second to react when she feels a cold nose on her face. At first, illogically, she thinks it's Lando, and then she remembers that they're in bumfuck Georgia and her wolf buddy is the asshole waking her up. She groans, responding in a whisper.]

What?