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Date: 2024-12-09 11:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
You still owe me a magic show.

[Amused.

He curls his arm carefully around the demon's head to nudge him in closer, giving him a dark and quiet spot to tuck himself into if he wants. Kind of like a cat might.
]

Haven't forgotten. You got a stage name to go with it?

Date: 2024-12-09 11:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
[Grumbly cat noises. Adorable.]

You gonna say what that name was, or just be vague as fuck about it until one of us changes the subject?

[He's not gonna push it but the topic is right there. And, well, maybe the whole names thing is an issue in the forefront of his mind right now.]

Date: 2024-12-09 11:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
Nikolai?

[Muffled and grumbly as it was, he picked it out. He gives one of those large ears another gentle scritch.]

Nice. 'S a good name.

Date: 2024-12-09 11:47 pm (UTC)
reargunner: (258)
From: [personal profile] reargunner
... You're talking to a guy called Alexei.

[Cain rolls his eyes. As if Alexei isn't one of the most common and generic Russian names there is.]

At least neither of us are called fucking Ivan.

Date: 2024-12-09 11:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
[He quiets a moment, shifts a bit, then snorts out a laugh.]

I was nearly called Sasha. I'll take Alexei any day of the week.

[It gets a little less strange every time he says it out loud.]

Can you fucking imagine?

Date: 2024-12-09 11:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
Never been the skinny kid anyone could throw over their shoulder. [He tilts his head slightly.]

... Well...

[Then he moves, reaching over Husk to the drawer in the table next to the bed. He pulls pulls out a small box, taps his fingers on the lid, then opens it.

There are a few things inside. A couple of folded pieces of paper, some little trinkets, and a few photographs.
]

... Not since my sister could still do it, I guess.

Date: 2024-12-10 12:03 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
I have an older sister. Calina.

[He tilts the photo in his hand so Husk can see it. It's of three people huddled together on the steps of a house in the snow. One of them is clearly Cain, though quite young, along with a slightly older girl and a woman who is obviously their mother. They're all smiling like someone just said something to make them laugh.]

And that's my mom. Ulyana. [Husk may note there that the name he gave - Alexei Ulovich - comes from his mother, not his father.]

I remember this being taken.

Date: 2024-12-10 12:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
[He huffs a soft breath out through his nose.]

Yeah. Colony life is... it's fucking hard. They have us shoved out in buttfuck nowhere and it's cold all the time, no prospects for much of anything except working the factories.

[Cain's voice trails off and he rubs his thumb gently against the photograph.]

I was really young when our dad died. It was an accident, they said. My mom, she tried really fucking hard with me, but...

[Shrug.]

Date: 2024-12-10 12:18 am (UTC)
reargunner: (038)
From: [personal profile] reargunner
... I went to prison, Husk.

[Had he mentioned that? God, he'd take running off to find his fortune over the shitty decisions he made that led him to that conclusion.]

I was fucking seventeen.

Date: 2024-12-10 12:26 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
[Cain's quiet for a bit, not trying to shift Husk away or move away from him, and after a minute he curls a hand against his ear again and rubs it.]

I was stupid.

[Sigh.]

I did some stupid shit and got myself in trouble too many times. Petty shit. They got me on jumped up trespassing charges, underage drinking, and called my sister's rifle in as an illegal firearm. [His voice is soft, level, quiet.]

... I was bored, and restless, and stupid.

Date: 2024-12-10 12:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
[Cain takes a breath, holds it for a moment, then lets it out.]

Six months for the trespassing. Five years for the illegal firearms possession. Another five years for resisting arrest, bumped up 'cause I broke a cop's nose. Not to be served concurrently. I cussed the judge out when they brought me in.

[He slips the photo of his family back into the box and shuffles the other items inside around.]

And I had time added on the inside for fighting, mouthing off at the wardens, participating in riots, and nearly killing another inmate.

Date: 2024-12-10 12:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
Prison on the colonies is... it's bad.

[He shrugs. Not that he has anything to compare it to, but he knows it's bad. His voice is still steady, but... distant. A little cold.]

New Volga Correctional Facility. They don't separate you out by severity, or whatever. I fought to make sure everyone knew not to fuck with me, 'cause the only way you get out in one piece is by stepping on everyone else.

Date: 2024-12-10 12:54 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reargunner
[He blinks. Meets Husk's eyes without hesitation.]

What I did - everything I've done - isn't something I can just ignore.

[And he's always known that, as much as the feeling ebbs and grows depending on how he feels and how close the memory of everything is.]

But— [The box snaps closed with a smart click and he puts it aside, sitting up and resting both hands on the demon's thighs.] It's not here, or now, and... I don't have to do any of it here.

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