wings_of_icarus



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    “I don’t know what I want to do.” Dennis admits. He looks over at Robby, staring at the side of his face. They’ve been closer than this before, but being in the car together feels strangely intimate. “What would you do?”

    “If it was me… I’d at least go for that dinner. But I’m not you. You need to do what’s best for you, Dennis.” 

    There it is again, his name from Robby’s mouth. It makes his attention linger, still staring at Robby’s face. Dennis is once again overwhelmed with the urge to just bury his face in Robby’s neck and pretend the world doesn’t exist, but that’s not the grown up thing to do. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second, rubs his temples with his fingertips as Robby continues, “Carry your patients with you as much or as little as you like. Find your balance. But remember that you’re human.”

    Dennis opens his eyes to the countryside fading away and the city bleeding in. He knows Robby is right. That’s what he needs: balance. 

    In his last year of med school, Dennis learns to let go of the guilt that plagues him.

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    Dennis Whitaker tried to find answers in God. When that didn't work, he turned to medicine.

    And when that didn't work, he turned to the two married attendings.

    Or I heard we were making Dennis Whitaker have religious trauma and I decided to help out.

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    Fool of a Took seemed to be the enduring muttered mantra of the Fellowship, at least where Gandalf was concerned. It was entirely possible that the others thought it in their hearts– certainly not his fellow hobbits, but perhaps the Men that were sworn to follow Frodo into fire and flames, the grumbling dwarf, and the strange elf who spoke rarely and blinked even less. Pippin tried not to let it prick his heart: he knew this quest was something far beyond his understanding of the world, knew that truly realizing it would warp his brain in ways that could not be undone, knew that, after all, he was just a simple hobbit who had quite literally stumbled into saving the world. He could quell the pinpricks with those thoughts.

    Before Moria, of course. Before knocking the helmet down the well. Before the balrog. 

    (In which Legolas has a bad time, Pippin has even worse time, and the fellowship finally gets around to talking about the balrog incident, though not before Legolas and Pippin run into trouble in the woods.)

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    [SPOILERS TO C4E5.]

    Occtis is still holding his head up high, but now that they’re in better lighting, Julien realizes he looks a bit unsteady. Nonetheless, the boy's voice is steadfast. “I have some work I need to get done this evening. If you want to stay in this stupid room while that happens, I can’t stop you, but I expect you to be polite about it.”

    Deciding the unsteadiness is only to be expected, Julien tries to muddle past it. “What kind of work?”

    Occtis’s jaw goes tight. “I… have to start making some adjustments, or else I won’t ‘heal’ properly. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

    Julien doesn’t know what he’s supposed to respond to that, so he defaults to setting some parameters. “There’s a sorry excuse for a curtain that you may use as a partition if you desire. I’ll take this bed; that side of the room is all yours to do as you see fit.”

    Occtis just stares at him. “You’re… fine with this?”

    Julien rolls his eyes. “Yes. I am extremely fucking fine with everything that is happening. Everything is extremely fucking great with me.” He flops down on the nearer of the two beds. “Do what you must.”

    “Thank you for being so kind.”

    Julien’s eye twitches.

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    “We would like to offer our sincere condolences regarding the passing of your husband,” Ethrand states in a lofty drawl.

    Julien sees Aranessa’s jaw go taut. “Thank you for thinking of us in our time of mourning,” she grates out.

    “Of all Houses, House Tachonis would never seek to downplay or invalidate the importance of a mourning period. However, certain circumstances warrant a loosening of the proscribed timelines.”

    Julien’s jaw falls ajar. He can't possibly mean...?

    “I fear I fail to understand you," Aranessa hisses. "Elaborate.”

    “All this recent unpleasantness was the consequence of years of unfortunate misunderstandings between our two houses. In contravention of what one might expect, I am pleased to say that I am here with an entreaty of peace.”

    Aranessa allows a long silence to transpire, one that seems to make even Ethrand uncomfortable. “I will hear the details.”

    “In exchange for a lasting peace, we only seek to solemnize this new alliance with a vow.” Ethrand smirks. “Accordingly, my father offers you the hand of my brother Occtis in marriage.”

    Julien looks down at the rug. If he doesn’t look down at the rug, he’s going to start shouting.

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