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howtheyshine) wrote2024-05-20 10:39 pm
howtheyshine) wrote2024-05-20 10:39 pm
A... British New Englander in King Arthur's Court?
It will be, he decides, for a "weekend." A quick trip to make sure other-John-and-Arthur are okay, to help them if they aren't. It scares the shit out of him and he debates bringing his John and Arthur, but that... seems like it could end badly for the Arthur part of the group. Edwin isn't sure why he has that particular conviction, but he trusts it.
So popping back to his timeline, he tells John, is to find the Charlie there and heal him. Get him home if he needs the transportation. It's not a lie! It's just not the whole truth, either.
He doesn't introduce himself when he finds Charlie sputtering blood in the middle of a field in Spain. Just fixes up that injury and takes them both to New York, before leaving Charlie at the address of a 'friend' that John mentioned. It's a church, not a house, but Charlie should be safe enough either way.
He's preoccupied during the whole undramatic rescue, searching this plane for the feel of his other-brother, but he gets nothing until he stops looking for place and starts looking through time on a whim.
Then, Charlie and the one-armed priest Edwin brought him to are treated to the vision of the weird teen boy in the corner frowning into the air, muttering, "What in the fucking--" and vanishing without finishing his sentence.
It's raining. It's soggy with rain, where he blinks back into existence, and his loose sweater immediately feels ten times heavier. Not that it matters, really, but it's not pleasant. Which is why he dries it with a thought and nudges the rain to fall around him instead of on him.
He squints through the gray and starts walking, following the feel of his familiar-unfamiliar family, until he sees two figures through the downpour.
Two!
Edwin grins, almost saves himself time by teleporting the last thirty feet, then realizes that will probably startle them both, badly.
"John! Arthur! I-Is that you?" He's jogging toward the shapes as he talks. "It's--it's Edwin, uh, Yell-- Yedwin-- I mean, I was Yellow, but I picked a name. I told John."
He wipes damp bangs out of his eyes, those still wet even if his clothes aren't and the rain is now leaving him alone.
"The body! It worked! You got it!"
So popping back to his timeline, he tells John, is to find the Charlie there and heal him. Get him home if he needs the transportation. It's not a lie! It's just not the whole truth, either.
He doesn't introduce himself when he finds Charlie sputtering blood in the middle of a field in Spain. Just fixes up that injury and takes them both to New York, before leaving Charlie at the address of a 'friend' that John mentioned. It's a church, not a house, but Charlie should be safe enough either way.
He's preoccupied during the whole undramatic rescue, searching this plane for the feel of his other-brother, but he gets nothing until he stops looking for place and starts looking through time on a whim.
Then, Charlie and the one-armed priest Edwin brought him to are treated to the vision of the weird teen boy in the corner frowning into the air, muttering, "What in the fucking--" and vanishing without finishing his sentence.
It's raining. It's soggy with rain, where he blinks back into existence, and his loose sweater immediately feels ten times heavier. Not that it matters, really, but it's not pleasant. Which is why he dries it with a thought and nudges the rain to fall around him instead of on him.
He squints through the gray and starts walking, following the feel of his familiar-unfamiliar family, until he sees two figures through the downpour.
Two!
Edwin grins, almost saves himself time by teleporting the last thirty feet, then realizes that will probably startle them both, badly.
"John! Arthur! I-Is that you?" He's jogging toward the shapes as he talks. "It's--it's Edwin, uh, Yell-- Yedwin-- I mean, I was Yellow, but I picked a name. I told John."
He wipes damp bangs out of his eyes, those still wet even if his clothes aren't and the rain is now leaving him alone.
"The body! It worked! You got it!"