#Nicky's quest to not blow away in the wind
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new goal: run faster than a preschooler
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even oaks must bend
Joe has to leave the safehouse. He canât deal with the look on Andyâs face, the desperation in her eyes that mirrors that of a wild animal about to be dealt a death blow.
The idea is stifling, forces his breath from his lungs in quick, shallow beats that come ragged from his throat, out of sync with the erratic rhythm of his heart in a way that makes him feel dizzy, unbalanced. It flits through his mind that he, too, feels like a wild animal, that Andyâs request is a rock hurled at him with the force of a great beast and all he can do is watch.
Because how could he say no? How could he tell a woman whoâs friendship had lasted nearly a millennium, a woman who was the most vulnerable she had ever been, a woman who was hiding all her despair in her eyes and showing none of it on her face, that he would not help her keep a promise she had feared would be broken forever?
The problem is that the price of saying yes weighs heavy on his heart and heâs not sure how easily he can pay it. Not when it was the betrayal of the one heâd be paying it to that had caused him the worst wounds of his centuries on this earth.
He has seen his own flesh rended so many times, stood up and seen pieces of himself strewn on the ground and known himself still to be whole, taken so much injury and kept going, and maybe, in the beginning, it had been hard to forget these moments but as time carried ever onward it became...ordinary.
But these woundsâ
He may no longer feel them, and there is no mark on his skin as proof they happened, but he remembers the pain.
More than that, he remembers the terror, that it was ice cold, how it spread through him with each new level of depravity their captors had reached until it was entrenched in his bones. He wasnât sure he would ever be able to rip it out.
He thinks that these wounds might just be the ones that do him in, despite the years that have passed since theyâd been inflicted.
He can hear Nicky calling for him over the cacophony of his thoughts and stops in his tracks, the gravel garden path of this safehouse shifting under him, and he notices that the air is sharp and cold. It bites his lungs with each breath, desperate things that come in staccato waves and sting the back of his throat. He feels his chest tighten more with each inhale, though whether itâs from the cold or the panic he canât tell.
He feels a hand on his shoulder and leans into the touch, though his mind still races and heart still pounds, he feels his muscles uncoil, the tension fading as Nicky loops his arms around his waist, careful to slip them under Joeâs where they hang at his sides and rests his head on his shoulder.
«Breathe, love,» he whispers. The Arabic falls from his tongue like leaves in an autumn wind, gentle and susurrus, and Joe sinks into him. He lets his shoulders go loose, tries to match the rise and fall of Nickyâs chest with shuddering breaths until his head no longer swims and his pulse steadies. Something theyâve had to learn how to do for one another, over the years, since the first night of sleep that had been shattered by screaming after a dream contorted into a memory.
Heâd love to say itâs gotten easier with time. Remembering.
Theyâre not sure how long they let the silence sit in the air, a placid kind of silence, muted by the surrounding forest and the mist that rolls off the nearby lake, but itâs comfortable. A necessary quiet, one that allows the men to think, to compose themselves and their thoughts before having to step back out into the world.
«I donât know how to face him,» Joe admits, voice quiet, thick. «I donât think I will ever be able to forgive him forâ» he swallows through the tightness in his throat and blinks the glassiness from his eyes, but he canât bring himself to finish the thought.
He doesnât need to.
«Yusuf,» Nicky says, and his voice sounds so full of pain, and worry, and love that Joe is afraid heâs about to shatter, «I know, love,» his voice goes rough and he buries his face in Joeâs neck where it slopes into his shoulder. «I know. Some things are not so easily forgotten.» He takes a breath, brings a hand up so that it sits over Joeâs heart, and Joe finds himself instinctually bringing his own hand to Nickyâs, lacing their fingers together. «So we do not bring forgiveness, we donât call it that. But we do this anyways. We do this for Quynh because we couldnât before.»
âWork with someone we donât want to eat with?â Joe asks with a small smile, the favorite proverb of Andyâs tripping from his tongue in reluctant English, and Nicky lets out a laugh.
âYes, work with someone we donât want to eat with.â
They fall quiet again, only for a moment, before Joe takes a breath and settles back into the language of his far-gone youth. «Maybe one day weâll want to eat with him again.»
Nicky stills behind him. «I hope so.»
~*~
When they tell Andy theyâll do it, she looks like the weight of the world has lifted from her shoulders.
~*~
They land at Charles de Gaulle and Joeâs skin prickles, too close to the old safehouse for any measure of comfort. He glances at Nicky and sees the same anxiety written on his face, the shadow cast by his hood seeming to darken the expression so it reads like a thundercloud about to crack. He reaches over, wraps an arm around Nickyâs shoulders, and pulls him close, the line of contact between their torsos the only part of him that buzzes with something other than apprehension. Nicky looks at him, a small, tight smile adorning his face for a split second before it falls flat, and Joeâs heart aches.
«Weâre safe, my heart,» he whispers, and Nickyâs shoulders drop. The movement is small enough that it would be imperceptible to anyone who hadnât memorized the lines of his body in a way intent upon worship, the way a priest memorizes scripture, but to Joe, it sings of relief.
When he looks to the women again, the sympathy and worry on Nileâs face is so raw and open that it hurts, and he has to cut his eyes away to not break where he stands.
~*~
The sidestreets are dead silent compared to the bustle of downtown, letting both ease and worry simmer in Joeâs bones as they pass only occasional pedestrians on their walk to the address Copley had given them. Itâs a small apartment, part of a stonework building thatâs likely just as old as Booker himself and a part of Joe wonders if heâd chosen it for the familiarity. A bigger part of him finds that it still hurts to care.
Nile steps forward and knocks on the door with a steady hand and Joe feels himself tense, as if he were heading into battle rather than seeing an old friend.
Maybe he is, though. Whatever lies ahead wonât be pretty, and it certainly wonât be painless, but it has to be done. The way itâs been for every battle heâs fought.
Itâs not a thought he has much time to mull over before Booker opens the door, looking run-down but not worse for wear as Joe had suspected he might. His eyes land on Nile first and fear shoots through them.
âSheâs notââ he begins to ask, the tremor in his voice another thing Joe wishes he could just not care about. He guesses he should be grateful it doesnât take long for Booker to see Andy and sigh away the tension in his shoulders.
âYouâre not rid of me yet, Book,â she says, voice soft but tight, and steps around Nile to pull him in for a hug. Joe has to look away to keep the pain thatâs fisted around his heart from tightening. After a moment, Andy steps back, one hand still on Bookerâs shoulder. He looks at the group, gaze lingering too long on the crumbling brick of the wall behind Joe and Nicky.
âJust Nile I might understand,â he starts, cutting his eyes to the youngest immortal, âbut why are you all here? Ninety years premature, not even a heads up from Copely, what is it youâre trusting me with and not him?â he asks, the question infused with a wry laugh.
âWell, I donât have ninety years.â Andy says, matter-of-fact, âAnd letâs be clear, Iâm still pissed at you, but what I do have is a promise to keep and a lead on Quynh. And you have penance to pay so youâre going to help us follow it.â
Booker stares at Andy for a second, then steps back from the doorway and motions the group in.
He doesnât make eye contact, as they enter. Joe canât tell if he wishes he would.
~*~
Theyâre spread around what little space is available in Bookerâs cramped apartment, every surface not occupied by a body is holding atlases from the past 5 centuries, seafloor maps as old as they could find, and any old marinerâs record Andy had figured might help them in their quest. Andy holds onto the copies of the diary pages sheâd gotten from the museum under the guise that she was a history professor working on a research project with her students.
(It wasnât technically a lie, sheâd protested. She had been a history professor, nevermind that it was for 6 weeks, 150 years ago, and sheâd been going by Andrew to do it.)
Thereâs a boat sitting at a marina an hour away, full of sonar equipment (mostly stolen) and diving gear (mostly not), waiting for them to make sense of it all.
It feels as though the tension in the room is muting any sound.
âRight,â Andy says, finally, slapping her hands on her thighs and standing. âWell, Nile and I are going to get foodââ
âWe are?â
ââBooker, whereâs the nearest grocer?â
âStraight shot north, once you reach the main road,â he responds, as if on auto-pilot, and Andy takes Nileâs hand and pulls her up from her seat, tugging her towards the door.
What remains is the sounds of a pen scratching paper just a little too hard, pages being turned with unnecessary force, sounds that grate the ears and rake the mind.
Itâs Nicky who breaks first, or maybe this is his version of offering a truce, setting his pen down to mark his place in the book heâs consulting before looking up. âWe loved you as a brother, Sebastien,â he says, with a cold sort of softness, and the immediacy with which guilt floods Bookerâs expression is like an arrow to the heart. It doesnât stop Nicky, whose hands shake where heâs clasped them in his lap, though his voice remains steady. âNo, actually, we still do. And thatâs the knife in the wound, isnât it? Because somewhere along the way, you stopped. You stopped seeing us as family and started seeing us as a means to an end, and all we ever saw you as wasââ he cuts himself off with a scoff and looks away.
Joe stands silently from his chair across the room and walks to him, stopping behind him and laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Bookerâs eyes tighten and he swallows hard, looks down at his hands, tracing an invisible line on a map. âI neverââ he takes a deep breath, lets it out shakily. âI never thought anyone would get hurt. I never meant for that. I donât know why I thought it would be any different than what it was.â
âBut why?â Joe hears himself ask. âWhy do it in the first place?â
Booker shrugs, raises his head like it pains him to do so, and looks between Joe and Nicky. âBecause for the better part of two hundred years I felt alone?â
And, oh. Thereâs that old anger.
Joe feels a hand on his and realizes how tightly heâd been gripping Nickyâs shoulder. He eases, flexes his fingers under Nickyâs by way of apology and takes the answering stroke of a thumb over his knuckles as reply, and lets out a sharp breath. âWell, you were wrong. You werenât alone. You chose to be. We were always there for you.â
âI know, and I know âIâm sorryâ isnât enough, I know thereâs nothing I could say, thereâs probably nothing I could do that would ever earn your forgiveness, and I donât blame you, but I am sorry. Iâve been sorry since I first set up that fucking meeting, I was just too caught up in my own grief to back down. I shouldâve just given myself over at the start.â
Joe sighs. What he wants to say is that he should have talked to them from the start. From before Copley even entered the picture. The first time heâd had the hare-brained idea. But he knows that wonât help anyone now, so what comes out instead is, âJust, help Andy with this. Itâs as good a first step as any.â
Joe holds Bookerâs gaze just a beat longer before the other man clears his throat and looks back down at the map in front of him, but Joe can tell heâs not really studying it anymore. He feels Nickyâs shoulders sag more than he hears the heavy breath heâs let out, feels the hand on his slip away, watches it fall to Nickyâs lap the moment his head drops.
The silence is broken by a loud knock on the door and a manâs call, muffled by the heavy wood. « Jean-Paul! Es-tu en ici? »
« Ouais! Jâarrive! », Booker calls, and stands, turning to look at Joe and Nicky again, frozen in their solemnity. âFor what itâs worth,â he says, âI did see you as family. I still do. I just didnât know how to reconcile that with what family has meant for me.â He pauses a moment, then gives a small nod and walks to the door.
~*~
The sun beats relentlessly on the deck of the rented boat, at its nth stop in the middle of the ocean, little cobalt waves lapping at its hull almost mockingly. Or maybe it just feels that way, with heavy, drowsy sun-sickness set in countless hours ago and nothing to do but wait. It reminds Joe of when he was a young man (well, younger), becalmed on the ocean voyage that had led him to Andy and Quynh for the first time. Heâs pretty sure heâd knitted enough socks to ensure all the armies of the world would have warm feet.
He idly wonders if he should have brought some needles and yarn, remembers that Nile had been curious to learn, when the surface of the water breaks again.
This time, Sebastienâs not alone.
The relief that blossoms in Joeâs chest threatens to choke him with tangled vines that reach up into his throat and encircle his heart. At its root, a bud of forgiveness, beginning to twist into bloom.
Maybe, he thinks, between pulling Quynh onto the deck and helping her into Andyâs arms, you canât go right to wanting to eat with someone.
He leans over the gunwale again, extends a hand to Sebastien, still treading water. Maybe, first, you have to tolerate the walk to the grocery store.
#the old guard#the old guard fic#yusuf al kaysani#nicolo di genova#sebastien le livre#my fic#i did more research into what languages use guillemets and how old knitting is than i did about sonar and diving so#take that how you will#in my defense i've almost drowned three times and i'm terrified of the ocean so like i think i'm justified#my writing
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Iâve changed my exercise goal. I want to be strong enough to hold my arms up for the whole time it takes to do a french braid.Â
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hey, Iâm not shrinking anymore!
last time I was home, I was at like 96 which is so not cool
and today before I ate dinner, it was at like 99.8 which means Iâm probably over 100 now and thatâs pretty exciting tbh
I hate when I drop down to 96, thatâs the worst
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So the Y is closed for the week, which means not only do I not have work, but I donât have access to exercise stuff for the whole week.Â
So Iâm going to have to try to do actual runs and body based exercises so that Iâm not slacking too hard.Â
So last night, I was like... I have some energy left and some time, might as well do some push ups.Â
but oh no. the fucking cat is like... oh, youâre got half of yourself propped up? itâs time to go under you and demand pets!
#I'll have to do them while she sleeps next time#Nicky's quest to not blow away in the wind#Jazzhole#cats
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I was hoping to be able to put in more exercise while I was down here.Â
But I took a run on Sunday, and then on Monday I got a wicked bad sunburn and could barely move my shoulders.Â
Theyâre feeling better today, and I did some laps in the pool earlier.Â
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I went on actual run tonight. Last time (Saturday?), I only ran like a block. Iâd say about .2 km? Like, Iâm horrible at distances and going by fractions of Pokemon Go eggs for this shit.Â
But today I ended up going a lot further. I went around the block (the whole block, not just one leg of it, so like .8 km or so) twice just walking, then twice running part way and walking part way. I can go further before I get out of breath. No stomach cramps at all this time which has always been my problem with running before. So thatâs awesome. And I managed to hatch an egg in Pokemon along the way even if it turned out to be something I already have a lot of.Â
So I call it a success. Iâm going to try to make it a habit to go for actual runs outside. And I want to get back into actually doing weights this week because I have been slacking hard core.Â
I gotta be careful with too much adrenaline though. So even though Iâd like to push myself and go further I know that once I start to breathe heavy too much Iâve got to stop so I donât overload my brain.Â
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Iâve been moving and doing things all day so it is now time to sit down and relax for a bit. Gonna watch ABC Murders and then maybe take a shower before itâs time to hang out with other people.Â
I went for a run this morning while waiting for a friend to be done with things. I didnât get all that far, but itâs a start. Normally, I just walk.Â
Or maybe Iâll go do things now. Whatever.Â
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alright , up a bit later than I had hoped but whatever
eating breakfast
gotta take a walk to the bank and maybe the co-op in a bit âcause I gotta deposit checks and I need more tofu
gotta start planning meals ahead of time again because I realized Iâm shrinking again even though Iâm eating normal but that just means I gotta be eating even more and not messing with my exercise routine
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 Tonight I went faster than I ever have before on the treadmill.Â
Going to the Moana soundtrack is really doing wonders for it.Â
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I made an actual dinner with real veggies and protein and stuff.Â
And itâs yummy.Â
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I have been slacking hardcore on my workouts this month. Like, itâs the 21st of the month, and Iâve only worked out 6 times. So itâs time to get back on track with that. Because before I worked out today, it had been 10 days since I worked out. And before that, I had skipped like 7 days. Part of it has been writing, and part of it has been being busy. But also, part of it was Iâm being lazy as fuck.Â
Time to get back to this shit.Â
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I get really confused when people act like losing 5 pounds in a week is exciting, because my weight fluctuates at least 3lbs per day so like, I can lose 5lbs a day, and then gain it back that same day?Â
and that happens most days?
#weight mention#I've been keeping track of my weight more 'cause I've been eating more potatoes#Nicky's quest to not blow away in the wind#I mean if that's not a normal thing for you then by all means congratulations#I was at 99 when I got to my mom's house today#and now I'm at 102
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Nickyâs Life Log 8/23
Iâm going to change the format of this a little bit to make it easier to do, so that I actually do what needs to get done.Â
Productivity 1. I bought milk, and went grocery shopping. 2. I finally went back to watching CSI, and while thatâs more of a fun thing than a productive thing, I stopped the rewatch back in November and well, itâs been months and months and months. 3. I caught up on the Mockingbird comic.  4. I started writing again after most of a month of not really writing. So thatâs good. 5. I made dinner.Â
I had a list of 10 things to do today, and I did 7 of them. Which isnât bad. I didnât read any more of my library book. I did not listen to the last like 15 minutes of the latest Night Vale episode. And I didnât count up how much I have left of meds, but I know Iâm fine on all of them for now, so thatâs something I can do tomorrow.Â
Daily Records Sleep: I went to bed at 2am last night, and got up around 1 this afternoon. Slept longer than I wanted to, but itâs okay, I suppose.Â
Mood: Pretty good. Woke up late, but I was okay with it. A little bit annoyed at being dragged to the library, but it disappeared super quick. Generally good.Â
Food: Breakfast/Lunch- toast, mac and cheese Snack #1- Carrots and Ranch Dinner- hot dogs, potatoes, and corn on the cob
Exercise: The Y is still closed. I walked to the Co-Op and Right Aid, and then back.Â
All in all, it was a pretty good day.Â
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Nickyâs Life Log- 8/22/16
Today is day 1 of doing this so the format might change. For right now, Iâm going to list 5 productive things I do each day to start off with. I want to include basics but also things that are useful to know. What I did that day. In different areas of life.Â
Productivity
1. Went to the Doctorâs Office, and got blood work done. Scheduled another appointment for late September to go over blood work. (9 am appointment, stayed until 11:30)
2. Brought the car in for an oil change. (2:30pm, got back from picking it up around 4:30pm)
3. Read a significant portion of my overdue library book. (waiting room, doctorâs appointment)
4. I typed up all my to-do lists and made a plan to avoid procrastination.Â
5. I have almost (as in half an episode left) caught up on WTNV, after over a year of being behind.Â
Other Things Done:
1. Read fanfiction. (CSI, House MD) (for far too long)
Checklist Deadlines- 1/2 relevant ones. Daily Life Tasks- Was Not At Home Most of the Day, visiting Mom, 1/1 completed Working Towards Long Term Goals- 1 of 1 completed. Work- 0/1 completed. (Vaccation) Fun- 1/1 completed Fitness/Health- 3/5
Daily Records
Sleep: Went to bed at 2am, and woke up at 8 am. 6 hours of sleep. Woke up to first alarm.
Mood: Pretty good. Productive. Confident. Happy. Relaxed. A bit of procrastination about bringing the car into Mavis, but it got done anyway.
Food:
Breakfast- a hard roll with butter on it
Snack #1- a chocolate chip pancake
Lunch- Pita Bread Pizza (Pita Bread, Mozzerella Cheese) (The Fridge at my Momâs is lacking veggies rn), second chocolate chip pancake.
Dinner- Pita Bread Pizza, Rice Krispies
Not my best healthy food day. Iâll do better tomorrow.Â
Exercise:Â
The Y is closed, therefore no structured exercise is done. I walked from Mavis to my Momâs house.
Other Things of Note
It is Minuitâs birthday and heâs old. And also cute.Â
I ran into an old friend from high school at Mavis, and caught up with her.Â
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To Do List (Generic For Records)
Things With Deadlines (3)
1. Finish Book of Kings and return to library. (ASAP)
2. Check Autopay on Comcast/Xfinity Bill (8/23)
3. Credit Card Bill (9/21)
4. Read Owl Books (before next trip home, so I can return them)
Daily Life Tasks (6)
1.Take a shower (every other day)
2.Dishes (after use)
3. Laundry (when needed, at least once a week)
4. Cat Litter (every two or three days)
5. Feed Cats (wet food, twice a day)
6. Sweep Floor (Everyday)
Working Towards Long Term Goals (6) 1-2 a Day
1. Write 750 words each day. (Everyday)
2. Edit Lucky Series for continuity
3. Edit and read over What Is Left
4. Finish Skyler Braddock Takes On The World
5. Apply for Early Childhood Ed at GCC.Â
6. Look into applying to work as a sub at Community Action.
Work (7) 1 or More a Day
1. Buy masking tape.Â
2. Fix structural damage on castle. Check for any problematic water damage. (#1 must be done first)Â
3. Evaluate and fix water damage on rocket ship.
4. Find more duct tape projects appropriate for pre-school age.Â
5. Work on adding to staff meeting notes. (Meeting is 8/29)
6. Deposit pay checks in a timely fashion.
7. Take pictures of creative projects with children and keep a record of them for future resume use.Â
Fun (5, 9 comics) 1 or More a Day
1. Catch up on comic books. (Priority)
-Mockingbird (1 issue) -Unbelievable Gwenpool -Spider-Women Event (5 issues) -Ms. Marvel -A-Force -New Avengers -Scarlet Witch -The Wicked and the Divine -Klaus
2. Catch up on Rizzoli & Isles. (Priority)
3. Catch up on Girl Meets World. (Priority)
4. Start up CSI rewatch.Â
5. Listen to Welcome To Night Vale
6. Listen to more OTR.Â
7. Finish organizing Boston Blackie and The Adventures of Phillip Marlowe episodes.Â
Fitness/Health (7) 5 A Day
1. Eat at least two balanced meals a day. (Every Day)
2. Keep records of food eaten, and calories consumed, including how much protein Iâm getting so I can best adapt my diet to suit my needs and realize how what I consume effects my mood. (Every Day)
3. Get enough sleep. 8 hours. Every night. Keep a record of how many hours of sleep for observational purposes. (Every Day)
4. Lift weights at least 5 days a week (barring the week of 8/22 due to The Y being closed). (5 Days a week)
5. Cardio on the treadmill at least 5 days a week. Improve distance walked/ran, and increase speed. Make note of any stomach cramps that prevent this from happening for record purposes. (5 Days a week)
6. Keep a record of obvious and clear signs of strength improvement. (When Applicable)
7. Keep a record of mental health state, including mood, fatigue, anxiety, and anger. (When Applicable)
Relationships (4)
1. Improve communication. (when needed)
2. More hugs.Â
3. Read OWL books, in order to be educated in the OWL program and be better able to take steps I missed when helping my sister, with her brother and sister.Â
4. Respond to my motherâs text more often.
#Nicky's Life Log#Nicky's quest to not blow away in the wind#I have a lot more goals and plans than I realized and this is probably why I can't keep up#I mean this turned into more of an IEP type document tbh#rather than a to do list#but it'll help with time management#these are not things I have to do every day except a few of them#so I should be making a note of how may things are in each category and how many things I want to acomplish for myself each day#like pick 1 or 2 from some of the categories#and try to do a certain number of tasks each day#which can start smaller and work my way up if I have to#some are more tasks rather than goals#some are more goals rather than tasks#I want to be making progress on as many things as I can
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