when the truth is found to be lies [closed]

[royalpassport]

who: Jefferson and CLOSED
what: Catch-all for February doings. Shoot me a line if you want to do something here.
when: February
where: Various
warnings: Possible references to mental health and trauma, but that's about it.

[ NOTE: there were starters here before, but I removed them to save them for another time. LMK if you'd like a starter. ]

Comments

[jolting]

[Victor doesn't really mind his not-actually-assisting "assistant" Jefferson. Having him around can be distracting, but it's also handy if ever Victor needs to talk through his ideas. It's something he used to do with Igor all the time-- something he'd been looking forward to doing with Doctor Jekyll. And yeah, Jefferson knows little about math, but that doesn't really bother Victor. Just having another person to share his ideas with as they come to him is helpful.

Jefferson's comment has him looking up, carefully putting his work aside]

Well, we haven't gone grave-digging yet, but I feel like that'd be in poor taste now that we're both acquainted with the son of a death god.

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[ Son of a death god? Jefferson's brows raise up, though he doesn't seem too shocked by Victor's acquaintanceship with one. ]

Is that like meeting John Lennon, for you?

[ Jefferson's musical tastes are pretty firmly stuck in the 60s and 70s, so naturally that's his go-to comparison for meeting one's idols.

Then, after a beat, he adds in a thoughtful, faraway sort of voice: ]

I bet if you took the kid grave-digging, her grandmother would put you in a grave...

[jolting]

Not really. I always felt like George Harrison's talent was overlooked.

[he smirks at that] I'd just climb back out, so it'd be a waste of her time.

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I'm partial to Ringo, myself. [ TRUE MADNESS. Anyway, Jefferson slides off of his perch on the table, to walk on over to Victor and his work and peer down at it. The remark about crawling back out of the grave has him laughing. ]

Good. Because I'd hate to lose the only friendly familiar face here.

[ Not that Emma's been distinctly unfriendly so far. But, you know, their history makes things a bit complicated. Jefferson prefers to avoid the company of people he's threatened at gunpoint, when he can. Too awkward, even by his standards.

Then again, he prefers to avoid the company of most people, in general, so it's not like Emma's really going into an exclusive pool of folks here. ]

[jolting]

The drummer. I can see that. [look, they're all mad here. Victor even scoots aside so Jefferson can see what he's doing. Just your usual tinkering with chemicals and such. Familiarizing himself with stuff that the labs have already discovered about the place]

The only one, eh? What about Lucy? Or are we not counting children?

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[ Chemistry always calls to mind potions, to him. Somewhat familiar, if only from spending time around the Dark One and other magical miscreants, back in the Enchanted Forest (and other lands). Really, Jefferson only likes it when you mix one vial into another and everything changes colors or gets fizzy and smokey.

It's interesting to watch, if nothing else. Less abstract than equations. ]

She's a friendly unfamiliar face. [ He says that musingly, after thinking on it for a brief moment. Then: ] I don't really like to think about where she came from. Henry's much too young to be having children. [ Grace's age, in fact. Yikes. ]

[jolting]

Yeah, I know. It's too weird. We knew Regina when she was a teenager. Hell, we were all teenagers. Now she has an eight-year-old granddaughter. At least we can be grateful that Lucy takes more after Henry.

Oh. And thanks for that stuffed animal tip. Lucy has this strange idea that I'm good with kids.

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[ Jefferson lets out a short laugh, and yet, there isn't any amusement reflected in his face. There's just a broody little frown, twitching at the corner of his mouth, as he thinks back to his first encounter with Regina, and all that's transpired since. ]

Definitely.

[ Henry, at least, has a soul.

Thankfully, Jefferson perks up when Victor mentions the stuffed animal. There's a bit of a smirk on his face now. ]

As a kid, I'm sure she's the expert. What'd you get her?

[jolting]

As a child of the Charming family, I'm sure she's genetically obligated to say nice things about anybody.

[don't try talking him out of self-hate, bro. You know how it is]

Stuffed dog toys. I won a lot of prizes during that festival.

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[ There's a scoff and an eye roll. He can't exactly claim to have the nicest experiences with the Charmings, though he's to blame for the most part. The mother kicked him out a window, the father threatened to arrest him because he couldn't magically make his hat work again (after they were the ones who smashed it!), and the daughter hit his head with a telescope. ]

Not anybody... Trust me.

[ High five, these two are experts at self-hate. ]

Next thing you know, you'll be getting her a real dog. [ Annnnd maybe he grins at the thought, both because it's cute, and because it'd probably be a headache for Emma. ]

[jolting]

[he just smiles and shrugs]

In any case, she's a good kid. There's no denying that. Her father had a horse, so I don't see why she couldn't get a dog if she really wanted one.

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[ Jefferson lets out a soft huff, his mind drifting to another kid entirely. There's that familiar melancholy, taking hold of him. ]

Yeah... That's how fatherhood goes. You end up wanting to give them the world. [ Or a single stuffed rabbit. ] A dog's a good start.