Spiteful Little God

Lori followed him in, settling on his nightstand drawer.

"I said silence." He hissed and felt his face with the back of his hand. Something was off. "Get out. I changed my mind. Get out of here." Something in the tone of her voice was pained with pity, which drove Jim's disgust over the edge.

Then go. And only come back if you’ve actually got a job that needs doing.

By all means, master.

“You’ve never done anything interesting,” James corrected him easily. There was a very big difference, after all. What amused the twin Jameses and what made Jim interesting would rarely follow the same path.

"You do not like tea. You drink cocoa, unless that preference has changed?" Something in the empty stare that Jim gave them barely hinted that they were under his skin. After all, Jim should have been used to this, shouldn't he have?He hummed to himself and shook his head, "no cocoa, no stories. I do love a good story.."

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With indifference, Jim took the bow, but at the words of the other, he raised an eyebrow slightly and stared at him. "What?"

Jim nods. “Of course. Right.”

Home? No, he was not okay. He did not know how he escaped from the woman, or if he had been...released. At the word 'dad', his lips thinned into a grave line, but relaxed slightly as the other explained that that was now what we call the 'nice' older us. Was that even possible?

Jim stirred lightly and rubbed his eyes, shifting under the coat someone had left atop him.

"Where was I when you brought me here?"

[There’s a moment of silence as he thinks this over. He really isn’t in the habit of telling people to leave. So long as the trouble they’re causing is reasonable and manageable.] 

A few hours later, the older opened his eyes and looked around. Confusion dripped onto his features and he frowned. How had he gotten here? How did he escape from the woman? Was he simply in another place? He remembered her injecting something into his body that was surely liquid fire.