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amchara · 3 years ago

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Trouble Seems to Follow (Part Six)

Kit Herondale, Ty Blackthorn, Livvy Blackthorn (Kit/Ty)

Wordcount: 4,890 words

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)

Part Six of the 'Kit and Ty meet again after three years when Kit rescues Ty by teleporting them out of danger.'

Featuring Kit and Mina bonding, a heart-to-heart with Jem and possibly most importantly, some important conversations (and skirmishes) between Kit and Ty in Cirenworth's training room.

(Hi! it's been a while but trust me- I think this chapter makes up for the absence. One more chapter to go after this!)

As before- thanks to @sandersgrey for the Kit/Ty posts that keep inspiring fic, including this one!

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Kit woke up from a dream by a very insistent Kitty kitty kit!! He opened his eyes to find Mina staring at him with round eyes. “Why you not in bed?” she asked him, a tiny frown on her face.

“I am in bed, Min-Min,” Kit told her, rubbing his face and looking over at the old-fashioned clock on the side table. Just before two in the afternoon. He’d been asleep for three hours.

“Not your bed,” she said, and started to clamber up beside him. Kit scooted over and held his arm just behind in case she lost her balance. She did– but fell forwards against him; tiny limbs splayed over the side and her chin hit his clavicle.

“Oof,” he said and then pulled her tighter in a hug as she giggled. She snuggled into him. “Not Kitty’s bed.”

“No, not mine. But someone else- Ty, needed my bed,” he told her.

“Oooh,” she said, considering him. “You share?” she asked, innocently.

“Not- no.” Kit was acutely aware of how his mind had flashed upon that possibility before he had shown himself out- rather gracefully, he thought.

“Okay.” Mina seemed to accept his brief response, which was good, considering she was still in the midst of her ‘why?’ phase and Kit wasn’t sure how long he wanted to continue that line of questioning.

“Mina-mine, you should let Kit get his sleep.” Jem’s voice from the doorway was low and calm, and he held out his arms to her, while smiling apologetically at Kit.

But it had the absolute opposite effect on Mina. “NOoooooo,” she wailed, clinging even harder to him. “I WANT KIT.”

“Nah- I’m awake now,” Kit said with a grin, thinking he’d rather spend time with his family if he was about to be exiled again so soon. He stood up, carefully balancing Mina in his arms. They walked out of the room together, Mina smiling again and whispering to him about all the books she wanted him to read and current plans for her postbox.

“Postbox?” Kit raised his eyebrows at Jem as they descended the main staircase. The door to his room was still closed, Kit noted along the way.

“It’s ah- something to do with a BBC cartoon about a Welsh postman,” Jem told him. “Mina is obsessed and well- you know Tessa and I have fond memories of the Welsh accent.”

“Postman Pat!!” Mina burbled in Kit’s ear, and she started singing what Kit assumed was the theme song to him. They passed by Tessa’s study, where she was curled up with a book, waving briefly as they passed by, and went out into the back garden.

The afternoon sky was a bright blue, white fluffy clouds lazily floating by, with a fresh breeze that carried the scent of the magnificent flower garden. Sitting in lawn chairs, as directed by Mina, Kit and Jem waited as she ran back inside the double doors, intent on her tasks.

Kit closed his eyes against the sun, immediately opening them as a shadow fell across him. But it was only Jem, wearing his own pair of sunglasses and offering a spare pair to Kit as he sat back down.

“Thanks,” he said, slipping them on.

Mina came zooming over, handing them both some cups and pretending to pour them tea before disappearing again. Jem asked Kit a few questions about how things had been at the London Institute, and Kit deflected by telling him about all the random Will signatures he had found.

“Sounds like Will,” Jem said, smiling. “But did you find the traces I left in the Institute?”

“No..?” Kit was intrigued. “What were they?”

Jem shrugged and lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” he said.

Kit rolled his eyes. “All right then, keep your secrets, Gandalf,” he said. But he couldn’t help but be happy he was back at Cirenworth, with Jem being his sometimes cryptic self.

After a few minutes, they fell into one of their usual silences, which Kit usually appreciated and found restful. But he glanced over and noticed Jem’s face. It was subtle but even with his eyes covered, Kit could tell he was deliberating over words.

He sighed. “Sure, I’m accepting unsolicited advice at this stage. Go ahead.”

“Am I that obvious?” Jem laughed lightly. “I could’ve sworn my years as a Silent Brother meant I should have a better poker face.”

Kit shrugged. “What can I say? I have a gift for reading people.”

“You do,” Jem’s voice was suddenly serious. “And in that manner - I don’t think you’re unaware of what I’m going to say.”

He paused. “I think you need to be careful when you go back to the London Institute. I don’t think Tiberius is being entirely truthful with you.” The words were filled with regret but conviction.

Kit tried to keep his own face still. He had a similar suspicion but it weirdly needled him that Jem thought so too. “Truthful in what way? Ty would never do anything to- I mean, he’s a good person.”

“No, I don’t think he would intentionally do something to hurt you,” Jem agreed. “But institutions and people working on behalf of institutions or organisations can. Centurions have had an obsession with Faerie - it’s their mission statement and even with the ending of the Cold Peace - well - I’m not sure their current missions are likely to be friendly towards you.”

“Right… but I- I can’t keep hiding,” Kit burst out. “It’s just- I’ve spent the last three years hiding and I can’t do that for the rest of my life.” He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the endless blue sky. “And I want to- I want to have- friends again. Shadowhunter and Downworlder friends. Including Ty,” he said, stubbornly.

Beside him, Jem let out a small sigh. “I… know, I want that for you too.” He leaned forward, his eyes covered by the dark shades, but there was a sad twist to his mouth, as he looked towards the horizon. “I hope I’m wrong but I keep having nightmares where- something bad has happened to you and well- I’m worried, I suppose, is what I’m saying. I’m not sure London is the best place for you to return to.”

“Well- if not London, where can I go?” Kit asked, aware of the despairing note in his voice.

“The Shanghai Institute could be a good option. I could ask my cousin…” Jem trailed off.

Kit opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a flying Mina with an overflowing toy trolley being pushed out the door and speeding towards them. “Special delivery!” she called. “For you, daddy-” she started passing toys to him, and then wheeled over to Kit. “And you, Kitty!”

Jem accepted his pile gracefully. “Well- let’s talk about this more closer to supper,” he suggested, which Kit was happy to agree to.

The shadows were starting to stretch behind the tall trees when Kit looked up from where he was building mud pies with Mina, to notice with a start Ty, standing by the doors and watching them.

After a quick word with Jem and a promise to return to play later on with Mina, who was standing behind her dad, still a bit shy in Ty’s presence, Kit made his way over.

There was a small smile playing about Ty’s lips as he watched Kit approach, one of his hands playing with a small coin, as he casually leaned against the rough stone exterior of the house. He looked much less pale and no longer looked on the verge of collapse, Kit observed. There was something odd but also right, about him being at Cirenworth, wearing a slightly too-short t-shirt of Kit’s.

“Hey,” Kit said, pushing up his sunglasses, feeling a smile spread over his face.

Ty’s eyes went wide for a second and his hands paused their constant movement. “Hi.” He stood up straight, almost soldier-like, as if he had been caught slouching.

Jem’s warning suddenly echoed in Kit’s head but he pushed it away. He wanted to enjoy these last few hours at home, and part of that meant delaying questions he knew he should be asking. “Hope you slept okay,” he said casually.

“Yes, I did,” Ty replied back formally. “Your bed is very comfortable,” he added. But he was also looking around, as if searching for someone.

Livvy.

“I haven’t seen her,” Kit said, in a low voice, even though Jem and Mina were far away in the back corner of the garden.

Ty’s mouth thinned. “Hmm, sometimes she- sometimes there can be interferences with her being able to appear.”

“Well, like Tessa said, the wards are strong here- and Livvy did mention something like that when we first arrived,” Kit said.

Ty nodded. “It’s probably that. She’s usually able to appear anyway better at night,” he said but there was still a reluctant note in his voice.

Kit was sympathetic but he also realised that, as much as he had wanted Livvy as a buffer at the start, now- as this afternoon was ending- he was wanting to spend a bit more time with Ty alone. He needed to ask Ty some questions and get to the bottom of whatever he was hiding. But more than that, Kit was beginning to realise, he just wanted to spend more time in Ty’s company, without it being a life or death situation.

“Do you want a tour?” he said quickly, before Ty could suggest anything else. “Of Cirenworth? Given Livvy isn’t likely going to appear for a few hours yet?”

Ty looked surprised but he readily agreed.

Kit led him around the back garden, waving to Jem and Mina as they went, and he explained the history of the grounds as Jem had explained it to him. Then, he led Ty back into the house, first to the kitchen, where they had a quick snack, Ty telling him of the dire cooking at the Scholomance, while Kit raided the family biscuit tin, which was stocked with chocolate hobnobs (he suspected Tessa had put a spell on the tin, as it always had his favourite types of cookies).

Afterwards, they continued their tour, with Ty looking curiously at the long history of the Carstairs and Herondales and other Shadowhunters lining the walls of the hallways and Kit wracking his brains trying to remember the stories Tessa told him about them. With some people, Kit thought, they might have politely listened, but Ty was listening intently, with a slight tilt to his head that Kit vaguely remembered from years before.

“That’s Alastair Carstairs - he was Jem’s cousin and Tessa’s son’s brother-in-law,” he said, more than halfway down the hall towards the east wing of the house. “Oh yeah- AND, he was gay, Tessa was pretty sure - he and a Lightwood, Theodore or something, were confirmed lifelong bachelors in London together.” Kit was proud of remembering the important parts of Cirenworth’s former owners’ lives.

But Ty had stopped dead in front of another portrait. “This is- he’s a Blackthorn, isn’t he?” he asked, staring at the male half of a couple sitting on a bench in the picture. “I’ve seen him before, I think.”

“Yeah… that’s Jesse Blackthorn. He married Tessa’s daughter, Lucie.” Kit felt a shiver run down his spine at Ty’s intent gaze. He didn’t know the full story but Tessa had skirted around it enough for Kit to know there had been some sort of black magic - perhaps even necromancy- that Jesse and Lucie had been involved in. They had narrowly avoided having their marks stripped and being exiled as mundanes, Tessa had told him. He didn’t want to tell Ty their story- for obvious reasons.

“Hey- let me show you…” Kit cast a look around for something to distract Ty. He noticed where they were. “C’mon- the training room is this way,” he said, sweeping an arm down the hall, trying to act casual.

Ty gave one last lingering look at the portrait before following Kit into the large, former ballroom that was Cirenworth’s training room.

He stood there, transfixed, while Kit leaned back against the nearest wall with a smug smile. Sure, it didn’t have the sleek modernity of the L.A. Institute, but Jem and Tessa had taken as much care and attention in restoring the old training room as they had in the rest of the house.

The teak floor gleamed a buttery golden red from the late afternoon sun, highlighted from the skylights and wide windows at the back of the room. The white-washed walls held ranges of weapons on display, interspersed with training towers and ladders and ropes with access to the wide beams above, while large display cabinets at the back housed the older and more exotic weapons of Cirenworth’s past. At the far end of the room was the raised platform that had been there since the early 1900s, according to Jem.

It was impressive, if you liked that sort of aesthetic, which Kit assumed Ty did.

Ty stood there looking, particularly on the training towers and then with a look that seemed to be focused on Kit’s shoulder, he asked: “This is where you trained?”

Ah, Kit suddenly realised the trap he had walked them into. “Oh- yeah,” he said casually. “I trained here sometimes with Jem. Sometimes Tessa too.”

“Oh.” Was all Ty said. But he was looking just past Kit, and up at the scuffed platforms and the outline of the unfortunate incident where Tessa had been quick off the mark to put out an errant fireball. Kit could feel the danger sirens go off in his head - he shouldn’t be revealing more about his time at Cirenworth, especially if there was something behind Jem’s words about Ty.

“I- look. I hated- hate Shadowhunter training, for the most part,” Kit said in a rush. “So anyway- this is where I trained, when I could be bothered to do it.” He willed Ty to drop his interest. “Anyway, it’s a cool room but just like in any other Shadowhunter house or Institute. Let me show you some other rooms. Should we continue the tour?” he rambled.

Ty’s look was puzzled and he ignored Kit’s last question. “But- when we, we were all together in London, you said that you were going to train- that you were going to catch up with me and Liv- with us,” he said.

He remembered those conversations. Out of the depths of his mind, a memory stirred of Ty’s luminous smile when he said he’d train him sometimes but that he had other important things to do.

Kit could feel himself flushing a deep red. “Yeah, well- priorities change,” he mumbled. He remembered the first summer he came to Cirenworth, after his visit with Jem to the New York Shadowmarket. He had meant to keep up his training- but he soon realised the dull, repetitive nature of it, and while his Shadowhunter blood did make it easier in some ways to build muscle, it was a long slog, and Kit grew bored with it. And then he started at his new school, and he made friends and stayed up late, playing video games and texting with Holly and eventually he stopped showing up in the mornings to train with Jem…

He wandered over to a small tableau filled with throwing knives. Maybe a quick demonstration would help. He picked up a couple and handed one to Ty, pointing to the targets on the opposite wall. “You can hit that, right?”

Ty didn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” he said. He looked at Kit, who nodded, and he let the knife fly- it struck true, right in the heart of the bullseye.

Kit sighted his own knife and aimed. As per usual, it went wide and struck the target on the far left side. It was embarrassing. “See?” Kit gave his best charming smile, a Johnny Rook special, the one he used at the Institute to explain away his lack of skills and duck out of training.

“So, you don’t have as good hand-eye coordination,” Ty said, after a moment. “Some Shadowhunters don’t - it doesn’t mean you can’t be-”

“Ty- it’s the same if I try fighting with swords, or seraph blades or bows. I’m distinctly mediocre,” Kit told him, willing him to understand. “I’m not a Shadowhunter.”

Jem and Tessa hadn’t pushed him to continue. Well- not until Kit skipped training for a month and Tessa had appeared at his bedroom door on Saturday morning, with a serious look in her eyes.

“So…” Ty looked back at him, and Kit could swear there was weirdly a hint of panic in Ty’s voice. “You didn’t do any training? You’re no better than a mundane?”

That stung, and Kit couldn’t let it pass. “Not quite,” he said quickly. “Tessa told me I didn’t have to train to be a Shadowhunter but it would be a disservice to my mom’s sacrifice if her and Jem didn’t teach me to defend myself in other ways,” he added quietly.

Realisation dawned on Ty’s face. “So- Tessa taught you to use your powers,” he said.

Kit nodded.

“So- show me,” Ty commanded. “What can you do?” He was looking almost directly at Kit now.

There was a familiar stir in Kit’s blood, bringing him back to dull winter days where Tessa stood on the ground, one hand on her hip and asked him. “Well then, what are we going to do today?”

He knew it was dangerous. But also knew he couldn’t resist.

Kit looked upwards to the highest platform in the room. He kept his eyes open even as he reached deep within to activate his magic (that was one of the first lessons Tessa had taught him), and within a split second he was looking down at Ty.

But he didn’t wait for a reaction. He took a deep breath, mentally plotting, checking the cabinet at the far end was still as it had been left the last time he had been home. With a quick puff, he materialised on the far side of the room, knowing Ty’s eyes would be scanning for him. Not stopping, he hopped, three more quick stops around the ceiling, then made a beeline for the cabinet, his fingers making quick work of the clasp. And then he was back on the ground, just behind Ty, and dug in a training knife just above Ty’s kidney.

Less than half a breath later, he was on the ground, and grey eyes were gazing down at him triumphantly.

Kit grinned. He grabbed his power and pushed. Ty was tossed off him as if being batted away by an invisible wave, which Kit supposed, it was. He quickly flashed himself back up onto the highest beam, and clung there, steadying himself. He could feel his power thrumming through him, seemingly revitalised from his nap and it lapped at him, urging him onwards. He resisted, and finally- looked down to see Ty’s reaction.

Who was smiling widely back at him, his hands fluttering excitedly by his side. “That was amazing,” Ty said, the acoustics in the room still carrying his voice up to Kit.

“I know,” Kit said, modestly.

He appeared next to Ty again, who was watching him appraisingly. “I still managed to knock you down though,” he pointed out. Kit shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so- but it’s not like I was actually going to stab you in the kidney though,” he shot back.

Ty’s answering grin was feral. “Want to go again?” he asked. “You had the element of surprise that time- what if your opponent is aware of your powers?”

Kit’s normally low-key competitive spirit was revving up, and he nodded. “Yeah, I practised for that with Jem,” he said. “No biggie.” He didn’t wait for Ty’s response but flashed himself down to the biggest cabinet to do a quick raid. He didn’t like most weapons, especially the big clunky ones but he did know some of them - particularly the small wrist knives could be useful in situations. Behind him, he heard a rasp of metal, and knew Ty was also arming himself.

He threw himself into the next skirmish.

They danced around each other, Kit getting close enough to touch Ty on the arms with the flat of his knives, and Ty whirling around in defence with his sword, and then going on the offence with a ferocious attack that had Kit using his air shield and retreating back to the ceiling, feeling his eyes start to glow the eerie faerie green that happened when he delved deep into his powers.

Kit couldn’t tell how long they practised but eventually, he started to feel a burning in his fingertips, and he knew he was approaching the limit of his power again. But he wasn’t going to admit it to Ty. He couldn’t show that weakness. One more quick pass and-

His back thudded into the wall, and there was a flash of silvery-grey out of the corner of his eye, and he could feel the knife biting into the flesh of his neck, as Ty used his full strength to pin him.

Instead of instinctively reaching for his dwindling power again, this time Kit looked up- and froze. What had been distant memories roared back, fully-fledged into his mind. His and Ty’s first meeting. When he had been so scared but also- and at this point, Kit was finally admitting it to himself- already falling for Ty, as he remembered thinking…

“Kit- you’re-” Ty’s voice was hoarse, and he licked his lips. His breath hitched. Kit’s mind short-circuited, and a different type of electricity thrummed through his body, as he gasped in a few breaths, feeling the solidity of Ty’s hand on his chest, and he tore his gaze off of Ty’s lips, and up to the far more dangerous black-sooted fringe of hair and-

Ty’s eyes were wide, and staring at Kit- and Kit, try as he might, could not read him.

They stayed there, almost as if in suspended animation.

Kit felt a wetness trickling down his shirt and unwillingly felt himself return to the present.

Ty’s eyes darted down, and widened in horror. The pressure of the knife was instantly withdrawn, and before Kit could realise what had happened, Ty had his stele out, and the slightly unpleasant burn of an iratze had been drawn just below the cut.

Kit stepped away from the wall, rubbing the iratze and wondered if he looked as disconcerted as he felt.

“Kit- I, I’m sorry,” Ty stammered. “Why didn’t you try to escape this time?” Unlike a moment earlier, it was easier to interpret the emotions flashing over Ty’s face - embarrassment, contrition, and- maybe a hint of anger.

“I-” Kit shook his head. He went for the easier answer. “I ran out of gas- I couldn’t,” he said.

Instead of soothing Ty, it only seemed to incense him. His eyes shuttered. “What?” he asked. “You couldn’t?”

“No, I couldn’t,” Kit responded, hurt at Ty’s response. “It’s not limitless, remember?”

“That’s not good enough,” Ty said, sheathing his knife and starting to pace. “If you get pinned by your enemies- they’ll wear you down using it and trap you and-”

“I KNOW, TY,” Kit exploded, as he turned and threw his knives in frustration.

“You think I don’t know that?” He wanted to grab Ty and shake him. You think I don’t know? That I have limited power and limited time to learn more about it and I’m still not good enough and-

“It’s why I run and hide, okay?” he yelled. “Because it’s all I can fucking do- I’ve been hiding for three years and running for the past five months and it sucks and I hate it and-” He stood there, trembling. Funnily enough, one of the knives had actually found its target, despite his erratic moves.

All of his anger drained away, and he slumped against one of the nearby climbing towers.

“Look- we’ll figure out a way so that you don’t have to keep running,” Ty said. But Kit just shook his head and laughed, harshly. “Maybe- but there’s no guarantee that I- or someone else I love doesn’t get hurt in the meantime.”

He was aware of time stretching out and Ty hovering just beyond but he couldn’t move. It just felt like so much- and never ending running. He didn’t want to have to be always looking over his shoulder- scared to visit or develop bonds with people.

“What do you need?” Ty’s voice sounded like it was coming from far away.

And suddenly Kit was desperate for Ty to touch him, give him human contact, human comfort. “Could you-?” He couldn’t manage to get the words out but Ty stood there patiently, watching, like he found Kit to be the most fascinating thing in the world. “Like- we did on the rooftop of the London Institute?”

Recognition dawned in Ty’s eyes and he was beside Kit before he could even think to take the words back. The grace and speed of Shadowhunters often surprised Kit but not when it came to Ty.

He could feel Ty’s fingers gently stroking along his arms, the movements rhythmically soothing. Kit closed his eyes, hands circling around to rest at the base of Ty’s lower back, the cloth slightly damp from their training.

Ty pulled him closer and Kit sighed.

This close, he could feel a quiet, almost undetectable hum coming from Ty’s throat- reminding him of a contented cat, and the muffled, steady sound of his heartbeat, as Kit rested his head against the soft, faded t-shirt fabric.

Ty’s breath though, was slightly fast-paced and uneven.

It felt more like a sanctuary and less like the open wound he had feared it might be. He moved his head off Ty’s warm chest, daring to look up. There was an intense look in Ty’s eyes, catching him and pinning him with his gaze. “Is this all right?” he asked, his voice soft.

In the distance, Kit could hear a cheerful, wavering off-key singing from Mina downstairs and the sound of Jem playing the violin. This felt dangerous now, in Ty’s arms.

He moved to disentangle himself and almost fell off balance when the other boy stepped quickly away, back to the previous, safe distance.

Kit put his hands in his pocket to cover up his momentary clumsiness. “Thanks,” he said- and Ty nodded back, the motion almost jerky. They started to tidy away the training equipment.

Unspoken words hovered in the air between them. For the first time though, since their reunion, Kit didn’t think it was the past that was driving it.

Kit could feel Ty stealing glances at him, until, finally, Kit stopped, turning to him. “What is it?”

Ty shook his head, almost savagely. “It’s not- not appropriate right now.”

“Tell me- fuck appropriate,” Kit said, suddenly desperate to know.

“Okay…” There was an unguarded look in Ty’s eyes and the next words out of his mouth were a surprise. “Kit,” he said. “I want to kiss you.”

Kit stood rooted to the spot. He let Ty’s words sink in, while he stared at the gleaming wooden floor.

He waited- wondering if Ty would say anything else. Stupidly, his brain went to the classic 80s and 90s romcoms he had watched with Tessa and the fact that in those movies the declaration of feelings was usually followed by a kiss, no waiting around.

But this wasn’t a film and he knew that wasn’t Ty’s style. He looked up, hesitantly, almost afraid to find out he’d missed his chance.

But Ty was still there, immobile as a statue, the only indication of his own nerves were the additional paleness to his face, and some subtle finger taps along his jeans.

“Right,” Kit said, coming back to himself. “Yeah, I want that too,” he said more firmly. “I want to kiss you too.”

Saying the words aloud - maybe his parents would’ve called it his Herondale blood.Or maybe it was while the past three years had taught Kit while his instinct to run usually worked - sometimes, just maybe - the strategy of standing one’s ground was also the right one.

He took a step towards Ty. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked, and threw his best challenging smile, remembering the hitch in Ty’s breath earlier.

Ty’s luminous smile blossomed. In an instant, his hands were on Kit’s shoulders, carefully steering them and for the second time in as many minutes, his back hit the wall. He could see Ty considering him, his eyes flashing silvery-grey in the dimming afternoon light, before he leaned down. Kit closed his eyes, letting his head tilt back, as Ty’s lips gently, almost hesitantly brushed his own. It was and both wasn’t enough- without thinking, his hands were on the back of Ty’s neck, urging him to deepen the kiss- which Ty did, eagerly.

This was happening, Kit thought hazily. He was kissing Ty.

Maybe it should have terrified him.

But for the first time in several months, Kit finally allowed himself to relax and surrender to the moment of happiness, however fleeting it might be.

(Part Seven)

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jayyng · 6 years ago

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Do ALL OF THE ASKS COWARD (ily bb)

Holy shit that’s a lot of asks oof alright. (ily2 bb)

angel; do you have a nickname?

Sorta. Some people call me “J” or “Jng,” as Jng is my online alias. Most people just stick with Jason though

awe; how old are you?

baby; favorite color?

Red.

bloop; spirit animal?

Probably a guinea pig. I would say capybara but those things are really friendly

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

Book: Leah On the OffbeatMovie: Zootopia, probablySong: At the moment it’s probably “Lonely Dance” by Set it Off

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

Not really a stuffed animal. I had this blanket that I always slept with. For some reason, I never really slept with stuffed animals.

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

Honestly I’m not sure

bright; mermaids or fairies?

Neither tbh

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

Yeah

buttercup; showers or baths?

Showers for cleaning, baths to help with stress

butterfly; dream destination?

Manhattan, New York

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

I don’t know if this is asking whether I’m more religious or spiritual or if I am either of those two things. The answer is still no, neither.

calm; favorite scent?

Lilacs

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

I didn’t sleep last night

charming; have you ever been in love?

No, but I think I felt something close

cozy; eye/hair color?

Red hair with a blonde streak, bright blue eyes. Sometimes they look gray in certain lighting

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

Like time of day?? Sunset, probably

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

Lilacs

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

Ukulele

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

Can I say my guinea pig? If not my guinea pig, probably my laptop. Without it I wouldn’t be able to write or talk to some of the most important people in my life.

cutsie; what makes you happy?

Honestly not sure

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

I used to have very few friends and spent a lot of time alone, so I would walk down to the beach by myself sometimes and just kinda sit in the sand and look out at the water.

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

I don’t care. Opinions of me don’t matter when I’m dead. I just want to know I made an impact in someone’s life.

daylight; favorite album of all time?

Not sure. Either Duality by Set it Off or Pray for the Wicked by Panic! at the Disco

dear; zodiac sign?

Leo bb

delightful; concerts or museums?

Concerts. I’m a music geek

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

Yea

dobby; dream job?

In a perfect world, actor.

doll; how do you like to dress?

I wear the same thing every day. Jeans, some sort of t-shirt, sweatshirt.

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

Nope

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

I don’t currently have tattoos but in the future I want a tattoo of a rose on my left forearm and a semi-colon on one of my wrists

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

Not really, but you never know what’s out there

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

No.

fairy; do you have a pet?

I do! I have a guinea pig named Piper and a cat named Felix

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop?

There’s this large rock by the woods that I used to stop at when I walked home from school in middle school. I swear, time just didn’t exist there sometimes

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

Never tried

garden; how many languages do you know?

One. I took 3 years of Spanish class but I didn’t really learn anything

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

Uhh

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

Depends on the content. I don’t personally like having anon enabled but I get why people do.

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

Uh fuck okay- Hair is kinda a nice color ig- My eyes are kinda pretty- Uhhh - My sense of humor maybe- I don’t know how to word what I’m trying to say but like,,,I guess I know where my loyalty lies? I know when a person isn’t worth it?

heart; silk or lace?

Silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

Coffee. There’s this white chocolate mocha cappuccino stuff that my sister let me try that was super fucking good. How do I take my coffee: sweet

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

Neither, really

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

White noise. I have to have a fan going at night, no matter how cold

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Fall weather. Not too warm, not too cold. I can wear a sweatshirt and jeans and not die of frost bite or heatstroke

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

Usually just hang out and play video games. Lately though most of my weekends are spent working

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

Fuck idk, depends on the context

kinky; do you blush easily?

Sometimes

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

Um. I don’t know one specifically but. I do really like the kissing in the rain troupe. There’s a lot of romantic cliches I secretly want

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

Sunset

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

No artist specifically, but I do have a playlist for when I’m sad.

love; what is your favorite season and why?

Fall

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

Never really tried a macaron. Ice cream would probably be mint chocolate chip

magic; what are five flaws you have?

- Over emotional- Territorial- Kinda aggressive sometimes- Too “open” sometimes- Emotionally closed off

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

Cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

A dork who makes me laugh and I can be myself around

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

Arson

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

Usually scrolling though tumblr

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

I have a right to say no

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

I don’t do either

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

Messy but unique

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

I used to play flute. I can kinda play guitar and kinda play ukulele, too

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

I don’t 👉😎👉

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

I’m always a slut for raspberries

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

Fuck idk. The book is on the other side of the room and I’m too lazy to get it.

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

No idea

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

Probably uhhh being treated as a freak or an outcast for most of my life

shine; art or music?

Music

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

Sometimes

smitten; do you collect anything?

Yeah. Stuffed alpacas. Every convention I go to, I make it a mission to buy another alpaca.

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

4 I think

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

Reeses peanut butter cups

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

No but I used to. Kodak video camera

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Kinda. I have bracelets I wear on my wrist but most of them are rubber or leather. I usually have earrings in too

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

Sunset.

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

If I’m home then no headphones, but if I’m out then with headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

Spongebob Squarepants

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

My room. It’s basically a nest

soothe; digital or vinyl?

Yes

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

Yes

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

Honesty and loyalty

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

Practical, as long as it’s semi organized

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

Sometimes

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

No.

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

Uhhh there’s a VA I really look up to. He’s super talented and down to earth and just everything I want to be. Not saying which one but those who talk to me know exactly who I’m talking about

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

Uhhh

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

Uhhhhhhhhhh

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl. Like, to the point where I’m still awake when the early birds are getting up.

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

Read minds

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

Yes

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

Yeah, little bit. Mostly just eyeliner

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

I’m usually organized except when it comes to my room, then I’m a mess

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

No and no

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

Yeah. I do a lot, actually. Not even because I believe it will come true, but because it just feels right

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