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Even if you're waiting for something good?

I think it's the 'waiting to find out if it's good or bad' part that's killing me.

Whether anything's good or bad, there's power in knowing. Even knowing something's bad is actually pretty good.

That's a really poetic way of looking at it.

It's just a bit of a necessity to look at difficult lives poetically, don't you think?

It had been so long since they had last seen each other, but Jack had never forgotten the way he felt about Joseph. He would have moved Heaven and Earth to allow them to be together if it had been in his power.

Even after the death of his father and the birth of his daughter, Jack had made no attempt to contact Joseph. The rule of King Jonathan was still fresh and new and his mother constantly reminded him that he couldn't afford a scandal.

Jack didn't know what had possessed him to search for Joseph's location, but Thomasina was as good to him as she had been to his father. And she was just as good at keeping his secrets. She found him, though, and one night Jack drove quietly from the city to find his own Serenity.

"Sometimes, waiting is worth it."

"Ugh, you're telling me." Elijah cast a bored look toward the front of the line and pulled his hood a little lower down on his head. It wouldn't do for a member of the Royal Family to be seen waiting in line for a nonreputable club. He might not be in line for the throne, but his activities were still under scrutiny and he had to toe the line with his public life.

I can see what you mean. Still, it's nice to see someone focusing on a positive for once.

The years were a long time to carry a torch for someone, especially when it was the kind of thing that was likely never to happen. That didn't stop Joseph from doing it, though, even as he tried to put his life in Shiloh behind him. He immersed himself into creating a new life for himself; a life that would be peaceful and simple, and everything Jonathan Latham could need. That was the hardest part, becoming a new person, but some small part of him took an odd sense of comfort from naming himself after the very man he would always struggle to forget. At first it had been horrible, always looking over his shoulder, jumping at the slightest shadows for fear someone had found him. He'd ended up treated for insomnia and anxiety, spoken with a counselor and slowly started to let himself realize it was safe. He was safe.

The sound of a car pulling into his driveway late that evening drew him out of his reading, a spike of that old fear coming back. Who would be coming here this late? He'd barely gotten the door open when that voice came, and his heart skipped a beat. ". . . Jack?"

It wasn't often he went to places like this anymore; retiring from the scene had been a natural part of life when it came to hiding. But tonight he needed a drink and a chance to forget everything, including whoever he was supposed to be. And besides, this club wasn't one of the ones he'd used to frequent so long ago; it should be safe, right?

"Eager?"

[He'll forgive, hopefully, the delicate sort of sigh that escapes her for a moment through the smile.] It's our duty to, don't you think?

Years before, Thomasina had shared with Jack the truth about where King Silas would go when he was on his own. At the time, he didn't know why she had chosen to divulge that information. But soon, he had realized what she was trying to tell him.

So alone he stood on a lawn far from his own kingdom, not knowing how he was going to be received. He wouldn't blame Joseph for turning him away. Jack knew he would deserve it. Maybe it had been too long for them. Too much time passing. But Jack knew he would hate himself if he didn't try.

He takes a breath and releaes it, stepping closer to the house. "I'm sorry. I seem to be lost and my phone's dead. Do you have one I can use?"

He doesn't want to talk outside. Not with the possibility of being overheard. What has to be said should be kept between them. At least until they knew where they stood.

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Of course. Of course there's too much of a possibility of danger in the open, even in a remote place like his front yard. The secrecy is, even now, almost second nature and he slips back into old habits far too easily. It's something he'll likely berate himself for when he's alone later; after all, how much of what he'd done had been meant to free Jack from the need for all of this secrecy? What was the point of it all, when it obviously hadn't taken in the end? He shoves the thoughts aside for the moment, though, stepping back to let Jack into the small house. "Of course."

Some small part of him isn't convinced this isn't a dream; it would be just like him to have fallen asleep reading and have dreamed this all up.

He will, indeed, forgive because if there's one thing he can understand, it's the feeling of having to look positive because no one else will. "Someone has to do it, so I guess it is."

Elijah cast a glance at the man next to him in line and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, a little. I've never been to this club before and I've heard good things about it. Well, I mean, interesting."

He moved forward as the line moved, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Have you ever been here before?"

"Always good to meet someone else on this side of the fight."

The fight for happiness in the world. The fight for keeping the people around oneself a little buoyant in rough times.

"Michelle, by the way."

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I don't even but h-hi. ;;

Hi!

should she know him at all what is even you're beautiful for playing from kings

I would say not, unless Jack said something. This is my first time bringing him off tumblr :)

unlikely. and welcome! \o/

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Thank you! :D

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