He would rather someone else have it, most likely.
[ Ginger knows his name would be up there. This is what the two of them do, he’s noticed: put each other first, and themselves last. They both can’t have what they want, but they try and try and never learn. ]
[ Day, internally staring into the distance given who else would have been a candidate for a protection charm if a certain wild ride hadn't happened:
(Even here, fate has a sense of humor, it seems. He doesn't like that his initial hunch was right, still. )]
...I told you before that the stuff I could do was based on the constellations, yeah? That includes stuff like blessings and curses, but it's really more like fate manipulation. Pushing and pulling at probabilities and possibilities. I can convince fate I've dodged something on someone else's behalf, and it will be so.
So I want to make a protection charm that will let him evade a fatal blow, no matter what.
But what Ginger knows about the reality of fate is it’s inescapable. Dodging fate is only pipe dream; a dodge is really only a delay of the inevitable. ]
[ Day is a testament to how much you can dodge fate (including fall damage, the affections of an unwanted suitor, his performance review, feelings, etc.) and the very limits of trying such a thing. So his view is such: it doesn't matter that it's only delaying the inevitable, because there's always an ending regardless. What does matter is that it's not the ending yet. It is not yet time to surrender to the torment of the hunt. ]
It'll work only once. What happens after is out of our hands [ ...and presumably in Mika's, but frankly, who knows what will happen at that point ]. I can't ask fate [ causality, really ] to give a free pass forever, but I think a chance is better than none at all.
...The other cost is that as I am right now, I ain't powerful enough to bless Mika with a one-time miracle [ (because that's what this is from Day's perspective: asking for a certain outcome to be guaranteed, no matter the odds, is nothing short of a miracle) ]. And I ain't got time to become more powerful 'fore something else happens. [ Yamato's words remind him that whether or not Khun decides to pursue the matter, there's the time pressure of some other incident happening before Day can finish it. ]
So I'm gonna have to take some shortcuts. You consider yourself a bettin' man, Ginger?
[ It is hard to say whether Day is at all hurt, whether by Ginger's purported unreliability or if this whole thing is fair to him or not. There's a kind of weariness not unlike the night they all arrived, but more than that there is a certain sharpness. Day said he liked to give a relaxed impression, but this is what's really there beneath the skin: focus. There are problems to solve, and he's the one handling them.
("I’d never bet on myself." is not exactly what he wanted to hear if only because Day was hoping for a very specific sort of assistance that possibly only Ginger could provide. In fact, he was betting that Ginger would go for it once he explained everything.
He decides that if it falls through, he'll make this work somehow anyway. It's fine, these wouldn't be the most unideal circumstances he's had to work with.)
At this point, Day leans up to close the windows. They might be on the second floor but he also half-expects that some of the current residents are exactly the type of creatures to try climbing in through windows or whatever else. ]
Sorry. Don't want anyone to overhear this.
I found out that, well, we're all magical now that we're wizards? [ Hm. That sounds silly when he says it out loud. ] And that means stuff like our hair and blood also contains magic. You can use those to boost magic power. I...am gonna use some of my hair in the charm. And I still ain't sure if it'll be enough. [ He can stare his feelings in the face hard enough to wonder if this...not quite a mess, but certainly a mish-mash of different feelings, is enough. ] So I want to ask if you'll give me some of your hair too, 'cause you care 'bout him so much. [ He feels like that would be worth more than his hair, at least in that respect. ]
But I'm askin' if you're a bettin' man 'cause on some off-chance someone ill-intentioned ever got their hands on it then, we, uh. Might be pretty screwed.
[ Oh. For some reason, Day had not considered that Ginger might push back against his involvement in this? He'd just figured it'd be a given because he's the one crafting this spell. ] What, so I leave you the only one in danger when this is my idea?
[ There's this moment where Ginger can sort of tell Day isn't sure how to react to this information. Like, it's obvious what losing Mika would do to Ginger. It's why Day spent a whole afternoon and night wracking his brain for a solution, and why he's here trying to workshop it.
Day does not consider himself particularly self-sacrificing. It's not an option he reaches for lightly, it's just that the reality of a high-risk job means it frequently ends up happening anyway. Mika's the subject of this whole effort, so Day's arranged his priorities accordingly. It's a foregone conclusion that if he has to risk himself to get things done, so be it; he can be like the Hunted Maiden and live to see another day.
Maybe it was a mistake to think that acknowledging his lower priority was the same as being an acceptable asset to risk, shit.]
[ He takes a deep breath. Day doesn't know how to assuage Ginger's worry, but it doesn't sit well with him to let Ginger be the only one at risk. The reasons aren't entirely selfless; if he's going to do this seriously, he wants to commit in earnest, stakes and all. Any less, and maybe the miracle won't happen when it's needed. He doesn't want there to be a seed of doubt, or half-heartedness, that could ruin all this when he's the one crafting it. ]
Ginger. I ain't deciding this lightly. I want to make sure he doesn't get hurt or die. So I wanna commit everything I can, and make this as powerful as it can be. And—I've got my own reasons for doing this. [ If he can't bring serenity to this vengeful ghost, isn't qualified to do so, then the least he can do is keep that door open for as long as possible. Even if it wasn't asked for. ]
Please trust me. I've evaded danger long enough to meet you, and I'll keep doing it to return to you, again and again. Let me do that together with you.
[ ...A stark contrast to what he said last week. He'll run away to protect his own fragile heart; he'll run back for the sake of Ginger's fragile heart. ]
[ But all Ginger hears is risks. 'Please trust me,' Day says. To risk himself?
It would be easier, Ginger thinks, if Day could hear his heartbeat like Mika could - and know when he's happy, when he's stressed, when he's scared. Right now, it's a combination of the last two and it makes his mouth tight. It would be easier to explain without words, only feelings and sensations that run truer than any language he could attempt to use. The good and the ugly laid bare. ]
I do - to know what you're doing. But that means, you know exactly how dangerous this is. I can commit everything to helping Mika. [ Easily, willingly, he believes that with everything he is. ] Take everything you need from me. And don't return - why do you have to go? Just stay, Day.
[ Day tries to remind himself that Ginger is worried and afraid. This is probably how that worry after he returned from the South would look in full force. It's how he gets himself to bite down on the immediate response that risk and danger are part and parcel of his job, so it's a little rich to worry about him putting himself in there for the sake of a goal.
Don't return. Why do you have to go? Just stay. When it seems to him that Ginger is going elsewhere himself, because he has to. ]
Are you sayin' I should be left behind?
[ He tries not to sound accusatory. He can't stop himself from sounding hurt. ]
[ Day could have said all of that and it wouldn't have mattered to Ginger, not one bit. So what if he's used to danger? So what if he's taken more risks than Ginger can imagine? So what? ]
No. Stay with me.
[ He bites back an apology, because this is something he has to argue. He can't bend. You're the one who thinks you're leaving first - from the rest of my eternal life, from my memories. ]
You act like we don't have forever, but you'll put yourself in danger with that precious time we have? Really, Day?
[ "Stay with me" is what grounds Day from whatever heated response might have been brewing in his head, makes it clear without uncertainty that Ginger is acting like this because he wants to keep Day. In a different circumstance, it would have warmed his heart (it still kind of does), but right now it's warring with exasperation because it seems their feelings aren't meeting in the middle. They're both being stubborn because they care about each other, but...
Day doesn't say anything for a long moment. He tries to steady his emotions because he wants to be calm saying this, if not serene. ]
I'm doin' this because I want to help you, Ginger. [ There are other reasons too, pragmatic and selfish or even self-gratifying, but this is the one that matters to Day the most. ] I know Mika means the world to you, so if I can do anything to protect him [ (to protect Ginger's heart) ], I'm willin' to take risks for it. I thought about however many other ways to do it, and this is the one I'm willin' to take. And I think the odds are worth it.
I know you're scared that if somethin' happens to me, there ain't gonna be anything you can do about it. [ And they'll probably have to talk about that too, at some point. All the worthwhile things Day has and will want to do will carry risk, and Day will have to go to do those things. ] And...normally, I'd be happy that you want me to stay. But when you say you'll commit everything and bear all the risk while tellin' me I can't do the same, I feel like I'm being left behind. Like I ain't supposed to be by your side.
[ Even though this whole thing is his idea, so he should also take some responsibility for it, and Day had hoped maybe... ]
[ If they’re doing anything together, why does it have to be this terrible, risky thing?
His nightmare plays out with each word: ]
If something happens… if things go wrong in the worst way - Mika dodges death once, but he’s still in danger, and you and I are compromised.
You’re helpless to do anything. So am I. He’ll risk his life again. He dies, then you die trying to help him or me - because you’re smarter, faster, and you... [ His voice breaks in frustration. ] You would put me first. And if I don’t die - that’s forever for me, Day. How is that together? It’ll just be me living like all of me has died - if the two of you were gone.
[ It's almost funny how they seem to be inverse parallels in terms of where their hope and pessimism shine through. Day wonders if this is what it means to be long-lived, with the knowledge that life is longer still. Ginger has forever, and with that opportunities to make and hold onto memories; Ginger has forever, so every loss will remain with him until the end of time.
...Now that it's clear what this means to Ginger, Day can't find it in him to try and keep pushing on this. They'd all just be hurt. The silence that follows is because he's thinking, now that the limits have been (re-)established: how can he achieve this end goal without risking anyone involved here? He's grounded from the raw intensity he had yesterday, wanting to ensure maximum effectiveness with the limited means he has available, now looking for compromise.
…He'd discounted a certain idea since it seemed tasteless in light of how this situation came about, but by the same token it's ironically appropriate: an offering of blood in exchange for the prevention of future bloodshed. The blood of a Sidereal and a celestial, now turned wizards, should still mean something. If he treats this a bit like prophecy paperwork (hhh) in verbal form, maybe a bit of embellishment here and there…
Frankly it's going to be a bit ridiculous and maybe reveal some things he hasn't actually said yet, but Ginger would be the only one to know so that's a non-issue. At least he didn't work in a theatre for nothing.
He reaches to take Ginger’s hand, if he'll let him. ]
…If this is what it means to you, then I won't do it. But I ain't gonna take your hair either. [ It would be deeply hypocritical otherwise. ] I've got a different idea, and it won't compromise me, you or Mika. I'll make sure of it. You and I are gonna have to hurt for a little bit, but it's nothing I can't heal. Can you live with that?
[ He's watching Ginger's reaction for whether he's receptive to this proposal. ]
[ Ginger knows whatever his words, he’s being selfish. Difficult.
Day would have considered everything, been thorough in accessing the risks and ruling out what is and isn’t necessary. (Of course, it’s Day.) It’s Ginger who thinks in the shade and shadows of feelings, of what’s important to him rather than what could be important for everyone.
He knows himself.
When Day takes his hand, he’s allowed. Ginger thinks nothing of it. (Naturally, it’s Day.) There’s trust, transpicuous by their friendship. ]
… Don’t promise, but do you mean it? Are you sure? [ That it won’t compromise any of them. He worries; he’ll never not. ] If it’s yes, then that’s also my answer.
[ Gods, the moment he's legitimately about to suggest what's basically a blood ritual, he knows his life has really taken some turns.
Day gently strokes his thumb over Ginger's hand, as if to try and reassure him he doesn't hold his feelings about this against him. ] I'm gonna do a ritual to bless the charm, and we both make a blood offerin' durin' it. But only to the ritual, not a drop on the charm. We can get rid of the blood afterward so no one gets the chance to use it against us. That sound good to you?
Though, uh, I guess that means we have to do it off manor grounds. [ There are two vampires here and he thinks more bloodshed after what happened is going to be, at best, deeply awkward. At worst, Day's a dead man. ] Prob'ly somewhere a little secluded.
[ That… hm. Only now is he realizing all of this reads like a demonic ritual - for a contract, for a pact. And that is deeply illegal nowadays where he’s from. But… he thinks… he’d sign up for worse, if it meant saving Mika, even once.
He knows if Mika finds out the length they’re planning to go for him, he’d be upset, thinking himself undeserving of their efforts. Ginger has said before, however, that his blood is Mika’s. Doesn’t this count… in a way?
And if Day won’t be at risk… This way, Day could do what he feels he needs to, without Ginger forcing his selfish feelings onto him. Restraining his actions, his intentions. It would be them, together, as he wanted.
This is fine, probably. ]
Okay. [ To all of what Day’s just said. Just a sad, somber okay, still colored in worry. ] Should I fly us somewhere off grounds? Nearest woods?
[ It has not occurred to Day that this could read as demonic, because Creation is kind of just like that. If it was pointed out to him he would've been a little embarrassed.
Day seems to be watching Ginger's reaction. He wishes he could be more reassuring, even knowing that Ginger will always worry. ]
Yeah. Preferably a spot where we can have a decent view of the stars. I still need to finish the bracelet for the charm, so we can go tonight. [ He thinks it does not need to be said that Mika should not ever find out what they're about to do if they can help it; they both know he'd be upset. ]
...You know I still love you, yeah? [ It's sudden, and four weeks is not exactly a long time to have known each other, but this was the first time they've actually argued. He feels like he should say something, that this doesn't change how he feels for Ginger. ]
[ Ginger goes a little red, cheeks pulling into a smile that’s half endeared, half wistful. He really doesn’t deserve even half of what Day feels for him. ]
Why else would we argue?
[ If it wasn’t out of care for each other, then what could it be? Every word from Day in that argument might as well have been love, love, love. ]
[ Oh. He didn't realize that some part of him had been holding its breath until he saw Ginger's smile and it relaxed. It's like he's 17 again, when he had his first argument with the boy he liked.
...It feels almost nostalgic, even if he also feels it's rather juvenile of himself. ]
I know, but... I just wanted to be clear. [ He folds his fingers over Ginger's hand. ] Sorry I...got a little heated earlier. [ And had said something that, in hindsight, was perhaps unfair of him. ] And for bein' a little boneheaded about this.
[ He's embarrassed to say that he genuinely had not really considered how Ginger might have reacted to the whole risk assessment. Day just saw the enormity of what Mika meant to Ginger, and thus other priorities were logically and unemotionally arranged in accordance. Day figured even if he got in danger, the odds were good enough for him. ]
[ He understands though. It’s easy to get swept away by strong emotions when it comes to the person you like. Sometimes navigating that feels like walking that of a frozen path, forgetting that underneath lies a lake and once you fall in, that’s it. You’re gone with shock of it.
Day can say he made all his decisions rationally, but Ginger would think that’s impossible. Thinks that maybe he already has one foot in the lake. ]
I get it. [ Him attacking Khun was definitely more than just a case of being a little heated. ] I think… it’s good that you try to be clear. That’s… um… braver than me.
[ With Rum, he was never brave enough to be honest about his feelings. And to be honest with himself, he doesn’t know if he remains incapable of it - if he’s changed enough in any way when it comes to Rum and love. ]
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[ He figures the answer is "not high", from what he knows of him, but it doesn't hurt to hear what someone else who knows Mika better might say. ]
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[ Ginger knows his name would be up there. This is what the two of them do, he’s noticed: put each other first, and themselves last. They both can’t have what they want, but they try and try and never learn. ]
What kind of protection?
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(Even here, fate has a sense of humor, it seems. He doesn't like that his initial hunch was right, still. )]
...I told you before that the stuff I could do was based on the constellations, yeah? That includes stuff like blessings and curses, but it's really more like fate manipulation. Pushing and pulling at probabilities and possibilities. I can convince fate I've dodged something on someone else's behalf, and it will be so.
So I want to make a protection charm that will let him evade a fatal blow, no matter what.
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But what Ginger knows about the reality of fate is it’s inescapable. Dodging fate is only pipe dream; a dodge is really only a delay of the inevitable. ]
… At what cost, Day?
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It'll work only once. What happens after is out of our hands [ ...and presumably in Mika's, but frankly, who knows what will happen at that point ]. I can't ask fate [ causality, really ] to give a free pass forever, but I think a chance is better than none at all.
...The other cost is that as I am right now, I ain't powerful enough to bless Mika with a one-time miracle [ (because that's what this is from Day's perspective: asking for a certain outcome to be guaranteed, no matter the odds, is nothing short of a miracle) ]. And I ain't got time to become more powerful 'fore something else happens. [ Yamato's words remind him that whether or not Khun decides to pursue the matter, there's the time pressure of some other incident happening before Day can finish it. ]
So I'm gonna have to take some shortcuts. You consider yourself a bettin' man, Ginger?
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I’d never bet on myself.
[ When he’s so unreliable? No, Ginger knows better. His actions hadn’t - accomplished anything. It had hurt Mika, hurt Ginger and likely hurt others.
… Day, too? Ginger studies the other man, trying to find answers gleaned only from tired lines and furrowed brows. ]
But… on you? I’ll take the chance if it can save him.
[ Is that fair, however, to Day? This feels like another selfish thing Ginger is taking for himself.
(But if Mika dies, nothing will be left of Ginger. ]
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("I’d never bet on myself." is not exactly what he wanted to hear if only because Day was hoping for a very specific sort of assistance that possibly only Ginger could provide. In fact, he was betting that Ginger would go for it once he explained everything.
He decides that if it falls through, he'll make this work somehow anyway. It's fine, these wouldn't be the most unideal circumstances he's had to work with.)
At this point, Day leans up to close the windows. They might be on the second floor but he also half-expects that some of the current residents are exactly the type of creatures to try climbing in through windows or whatever else. ]
Sorry. Don't want anyone to overhear this.
I found out that, well, we're all magical now that we're wizards? [ Hm. That sounds silly when he says it out loud. ] And that means stuff like our hair and blood also contains magic. You can use those to boost magic power. I...am gonna use some of my hair in the charm. And I still ain't sure if it'll be enough. [ He can stare his feelings in the face hard enough to wonder if this...not quite a mess, but certainly a mish-mash of different feelings, is enough. ] So I want to ask if you'll give me some of your hair too, 'cause you care 'bout him so much. [ He feels like that would be worth more than his hair, at least in that respect. ]
But I'm askin' if you're a bettin' man 'cause on some off-chance someone ill-intentioned ever got their hands on it then, we, uh. Might be pretty screwed.
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The windows aren't important anyway. What Day says at the end catches his attention and - ]
No. [ Firm. ] Not... yours. We can just use mine, if we need to. But not yours.
I'm not putting you in danger.
[ He doesn't want to compromise on this. And he won't. ]
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[ It could be this idea or any other idea, but Ginger would be stubborn about it all the same. ]
If Mika gets hurt or dies, and then you - [ He stops. Tries again a second time, then a third. ] I’ll shatter.
[ His heart would. He’s not that strong; he’s terrified of his heart breaking.
Please, don’t. ]
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Day does not consider himself particularly self-sacrificing. It's not an option he reaches for lightly, it's just that the reality of a high-risk job means it frequently ends up happening anyway. Mika's the subject of this whole effort, so Day's arranged his priorities accordingly. It's a foregone conclusion that if he has to risk himself to get things done, so be it; he can be like the Hunted Maiden and live to see another day.
Maybe it was a mistake to think that acknowledging his lower priority was the same as being an acceptable asset to risk, shit.]
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Ginger. I ain't deciding this lightly. I want to make sure he doesn't get hurt or die. So I wanna commit everything I can, and make this as powerful as it can be. And—I've got my own reasons for doing this. [ If he can't bring serenity to this vengeful ghost, isn't qualified to do so, then the least he can do is keep that door open for as long as possible. Even if it wasn't asked for. ]
Please trust me. I've evaded danger long enough to meet you, and I'll keep doing it to return to you, again and again. Let me do that together with you.
[ ...A stark contrast to what he said last week. He'll run away to protect his own fragile heart; he'll run back for the sake of Ginger's fragile heart. ]
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[ But all Ginger hears is risks. 'Please trust me,' Day says. To risk himself?
It would be easier, Ginger thinks, if Day could hear his heartbeat like Mika could - and know when he's happy, when he's stressed, when he's scared. Right now, it's a combination of the last two and it makes his mouth tight. It would be easier to explain without words, only feelings and sensations that run truer than any language he could attempt to use. The good and the ugly laid bare. ]
I do - to know what you're doing. But that means, you know exactly how dangerous this is. I can commit everything to helping Mika. [ Easily, willingly, he believes that with everything he is. ] Take everything you need from me. And don't return - why do you have to go? Just stay, Day.
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Don't return. Why do you have to go? Just stay. When it seems to him that Ginger is going elsewhere himself, because he has to. ]
Are you sayin' I should be left behind?
[ He tries not to sound accusatory. He can't stop himself from sounding hurt. ]
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No. Stay with me.
[ He bites back an apology, because this is something he has to argue. He can't bend. You're the one who thinks you're leaving first - from the rest of my eternal life, from my memories. ]
You act like we don't have forever, but you'll put yourself in danger with that precious time we have? Really, Day?
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Day doesn't say anything for a long moment. He tries to steady his emotions because he wants to be calm saying this, if not serene. ]
I'm doin' this because I want to help you, Ginger. [ There are other reasons too, pragmatic and selfish or even self-gratifying, but this is the one that matters to Day the most. ] I know Mika means the world to you, so if I can do anything to protect him [ (to protect Ginger's heart) ], I'm willin' to take risks for it. I thought about however many other ways to do it, and this is the one I'm willin' to take. And I think the odds are worth it.
I know you're scared that if somethin' happens to me, there ain't gonna be anything you can do about it. [ And they'll probably have to talk about that too, at some point. All the worthwhile things Day has and will want to do will carry risk, and Day will have to go to do those things. ] And...normally, I'd be happy that you want me to stay. But when you say you'll commit everything and bear all the risk while tellin' me I can't do the same, I feel like I'm being left behind. Like I ain't supposed to be by your side.
[ Even though this whole thing is his idea, so he should also take some responsibility for it, and Day had hoped maybe... ]
...Why can't we go through it together?
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[ If they’re doing anything together, why does it have to be this terrible, risky thing?
His nightmare plays out with each word: ]
If something happens… if things go wrong in the worst way - Mika dodges death once, but he’s still in danger, and you and I are compromised.
You’re helpless to do anything. So am I. He’ll risk his life again. He dies, then you die trying to help him or me - because you’re smarter, faster, and you... [ His voice breaks in frustration. ] You would put me first. And if I don’t die - that’s forever for me, Day. How is that together? It’ll just be me living like all of me has died - if the two of you were gone.
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...Now that it's clear what this means to Ginger, Day can't find it in him to try and keep pushing on this. They'd all just be hurt. The silence that follows is because he's thinking, now that the limits have been (re-)established: how can he achieve this end goal without risking anyone involved here? He's grounded from the raw intensity he had yesterday, wanting to ensure maximum effectiveness with the limited means he has available, now looking for compromise.
…He'd discounted a certain idea since it seemed tasteless in light of how this situation came about, but by the same token it's ironically appropriate: an offering of blood in exchange for the prevention of future bloodshed. The blood of a Sidereal and a celestial, now turned wizards, should still mean something. If he treats this a bit like prophecy paperwork (hhh) in verbal form, maybe a bit of embellishment here and there…
Frankly it's going to be a bit ridiculous and maybe reveal some things he hasn't actually said yet, but Ginger would be the only one to know so that's a non-issue. At least he didn't work in a theatre for nothing.
He reaches to take Ginger’s hand, if he'll let him. ]
…If this is what it means to you, then I won't do it. But I ain't gonna take your hair either. [ It would be deeply hypocritical otherwise. ] I've got a different idea, and it won't compromise me, you or Mika. I'll make sure of it. You and I are gonna have to hurt for a little bit, but it's nothing I can't heal. Can you live with that?
[ He's watching Ginger's reaction for whether he's receptive to this proposal. ]
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Day would have considered everything, been thorough in accessing the risks and ruling out what is and isn’t necessary. (Of course, it’s Day.) It’s Ginger who thinks in the shade and shadows of feelings, of what’s important to him rather than what could be important for everyone.
He knows himself.
When Day takes his hand, he’s allowed. Ginger thinks nothing of it. (Naturally, it’s Day.) There’s trust, transpicuous by their friendship. ]
… Don’t promise, but do you mean it? Are you sure? [ That it won’t compromise any of them. He worries; he’ll never not. ] If it’s yes, then that’s also my answer.
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Day gently strokes his thumb over Ginger's hand, as if to try and reassure him he doesn't hold his feelings about this against him. ] I'm gonna do a ritual to bless the charm, and we both make a blood offerin' durin' it. But only to the ritual, not a drop on the charm. We can get rid of the blood afterward so no one gets the chance to use it against us. That sound good to you?
Though, uh, I guess that means we have to do it off manor grounds. [ There are two vampires here and he thinks more bloodshed after what happened is going to be, at best, deeply awkward. At worst, Day's a dead man. ] Prob'ly somewhere a little secluded.
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He knows if Mika finds out the length they’re planning to go for him, he’d be upset, thinking himself undeserving of their efforts. Ginger has said before, however, that his blood is Mika’s. Doesn’t this count… in a way?
And if Day won’t be at risk… This way, Day could do what he feels he needs to, without Ginger forcing his selfish feelings onto him. Restraining his actions, his intentions. It would be them, together, as he wanted.
This is fine, probably. ]
Okay. [ To all of what Day’s just said. Just a sad, somber okay, still colored in worry. ] Should I fly us somewhere off grounds? Nearest woods?
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Day seems to be watching Ginger's reaction. He wishes he could be more reassuring, even knowing that Ginger will always worry. ]
Yeah. Preferably a spot where we can have a decent view of the stars. I still need to finish the bracelet for the charm, so we can go tonight. [ He thinks it does not need to be said that Mika should not ever find out what they're about to do if they can help it; they both know he'd be upset. ]
...You know I still love you, yeah? [ It's sudden, and four weeks is not exactly a long time to have known each other, but this was the first time they've actually argued. He feels like he should say something, that this doesn't change how he feels for Ginger. ]
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[ Ginger goes a little red, cheeks pulling into a smile that’s half endeared, half wistful. He really doesn’t deserve even half of what Day feels for him. ]
Why else would we argue?
[ If it wasn’t out of care for each other, then what could it be? Every word from Day in that argument might as well have been love, love, love. ]
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...It feels almost nostalgic, even if he also feels it's rather juvenile of himself. ]
I know, but... I just wanted to be clear. [ He folds his fingers over Ginger's hand. ] Sorry I...got a little heated earlier. [ And had said something that, in hindsight, was perhaps unfair of him. ] And for bein' a little boneheaded about this.
[ He's embarrassed to say that he genuinely had not really considered how Ginger might have reacted to the whole risk assessment. Day just saw the enormity of what Mika meant to Ginger, and thus other priorities were logically and unemotionally arranged in accordance. Day figured even if he got in danger, the odds were good enough for him. ]
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[ He understands though. It’s easy to get swept away by strong emotions when it comes to the person you like. Sometimes navigating that feels like walking that of a frozen path, forgetting that underneath lies a lake and once you fall in, that’s it. You’re gone with shock of it.
Day can say he made all his decisions rationally, but Ginger would think that’s impossible. Thinks that maybe he already has one foot in the lake. ]
I get it. [ Him attacking Khun was definitely more than just a case of being a little heated. ] I think… it’s good that you try to be clear. That’s… um… braver than me.
[ With Rum, he was never brave enough to be honest about his feelings. And to be honest with himself, he doesn’t know if he remains incapable of it - if he’s changed enough in any way when it comes to Rum and love. ]
You think about others a lot, don’t you, Day?
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