Love is Pateint, Love is Blind - Ch. 5
For the second time in six weeks, Basira answered her phone to incoherent, frantic babbling. She was out of her seat and heading for the car before she could get a word out. Given Martin’s recent speech-drought, whatever his reason for calling, it wasn’t good.
“Martin, calm down, I can’t understand you. Has something happened to Jon? Do you need-”
“He’s awake! He’s awake but he doesn’t remember anything and he-”
“He’s awake?” Basira interrupted, stopping with her hand on the car door. “That’s a good thing, Martin, settle down.”
“He can’t remember, Basira! Years of memory gone! The last thing he can remember is the Distortion taking Helen, and-”
There was a muffled thump, then the clattering of the phone swinging into the wall as it was dropped. “Jon?” Martin called over the pounding of his feet on the stairs.
Basira waited a moment, frozen. She could hear their faint voices but couldn’t make out any words. There was a sharp cry of pain and that was all she needed. She hung up and started driving, dialing Mayla as she went.
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It had taken Martin several minutes to get Jon back into bed and convince him to stay put - although this last part may have been solely due to the fact that Jon was too exhausted to keep fighting. Martin promised to return with soup, received a scoff, and slipped away.
Basira had, unsurprisingly, hung up by the time Martin got back. He returned the phone to its cradle and headed to the kitchen. He started a mild broth warming, collected ice for his blooming black eye, and returned to the phone to redial Basira.
“Martin? Are you okay? I heard you shout.”
Martin sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine. He… it was an accident. I’m okay.”
“Mayla’s on her way,” she said, and he could hear the frown in her voice.
“Basira,” Martin said, feeling as though he might break apart. “He’s blind.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Basira?”
“He’s what?”
“He’s blind. He can’t remember anything past Helen being taken, and he’s blind.”
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"We're gonna find you. You don't give up, we won't give up."
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For @patiently-burning and the long awaited update to her story, Blind Man’s Bluff T_T
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Art trade for @funkii-fox
Requested me to draw N'Doul! Been drawing him quite a lot, along with Geb. But no complaints, drawing the two of them is always a treat- Geb especially because I get to mess around with how to draw water-like effects!
Forgive me for the delay and mild inactivity, life's been a disaster BUT I will definitely post JoJotober in some weeks so everybody will get to see characters I don't draw often, or new characters completely!
Thank you for the art trade chance once again, enjoy this N'Doul everybody ;p
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Love is Patient, Love is Blind Chap. 6
Jon was quiet the whole time, staring blindly at the ceiling as Martin talked. Sometimes he’d make a face, or open his mouth like he was going to say something, but in the end the most reaction Martin got was the clenching of fists in the blanket.
The silence in the room when Martin finished was the heaviest he’d experienced - and given his experience with silence, that was saying a lot.
Jon finally began asking questions, most of which led back to his skeptical paranoia and he ended up accusing Martin of neglecting his work ‘as usual’ in favor of concocting this elaborate lie and taking advantage of Jon’s injury. He tried to get up again, but Martin was able to get him back down long enough for Mayla to give him a mild sedative.
She gave Martin a little bit too.
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Basira arrived in the middle of the night, which Martin discovered when he blearily stumbled down the stairs to make breakfast and found her sitting at the table with Mayla and Berritte. All three looked up as he hit the bottom stair and froze. Her narrowed eyes told him that the other two had told her everything.
He didn’t have the energy to do more than blink at her before fumbling into the kitchen for tea. Mayla slipped upstairs and Berritte vanished through the glass doors into the garden. Basira leaned against the counter behind him.
“Tell me what happened.”
The kettle was still warm. Martin selected a morning tea and poured the water over it, enjoying the ritual. Part of him hoped Basira would leave, let him wallow in his misery alone, but she was patient.
“He woke up and panicked,” he said.
Basira’s silence was daunting.
He sighed. “He couldn’t see, and he thought… he thinks Michael stabbed him. That wasn’t long after you met us. You remember how paranoid he was.”
“He was right, though,” Basira pointed out.
“But he’s not now,” Martin said, dunking his tea bag. “He just… it hurts, being reminded he once thought I’d lie to him. Especially like this.”
Martin hadn’t turned around so he couldn’t see her face, but Basira’s voice softened. “I’ll talk to him. He seemed to trust me at the time.”
He nodded mournfully, remembering when he and Tim thought she and Jon were hooking up. He heard her move towards the stairs and he spun around. “Basira-”
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
This is just so I can find my stuff easier.
"D" Velasquez; Tattered Doll Waits Ever-So Patiently
Derik Velasquez; The Puppet Master Tied In His Own String
Rosa Velasquez; Blinded By The Future That Guides You
Hanami Okano; The Wilting Field Of Flowers
Nereus Cousteau; To Drown In Your Own Self-Made Loneliness
Carmen Sicat; Ever The Devotee To Be Bound By Your Love
Kenny Sicat; Shackled By Your Devotion
Krow; The Voracious Abyss Watches You
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