In the evening Wrench wraps strips of moose inside broadleaf plantain and garnishes it with chicken mushroom. He presents the foraged tacos to Kurt with a mugful of steeped wintergreen, and looks for a time truly proud. Even on the small plate the helping looks particularly meager, but the quick jaunt into the woods surrounding Jim's cabin has proven profitable and he hesitates to set himself gone for a longer stretch. Wrench knows that Kurt doesn't need him there to hover like a shadow and fawn like a housemaid, but setting himself to a tangible task with a material outcome feels like it gives something to the day. A purpose, perhaps, if such a word can rightfully be used in conjunction with this place.
Wrench thinks that by the time Jim comes around, he can have replenished the stock on most things, save the gin. Maybe he can even add to the stockpile, if he spends a little more time each day up the path toward Lake Tomie. But the cabin has become a space to recuperate and wait. Even when he and Kurt are simply existing in parallel -- watching the television, reading Jim's worn copy of The Art of War, or organizing the cupboards -- the loneliness doesn't feel quite so profound.
Bellies fed, he gestures to Kurt's shirt in indication of the bandages beneath, wanting to check them for their saturation. It's no coincidence that Wrench has remained the same level of dressed since his arrival: thermal long-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved button up, jeans and boots.
[kurt's gift is a fairly simple one -- some of the cookies will had made with eliot, a handpainted mug, and a very carefully-drawn pencil sketch of kurt, logan and wrench sitting around the table in the cabin. will had even taken time to draw the pancakes on a plate, the background of the kitchen, the steam rising from their coffee mugs.
he'd signed it too, of course, as any good artist would. ]
Since his return from death, it hasn't been easy for Wrench to find time outside Kurt's watchful eye. Employing Logan in his efforts has gone some ways towards ensuring the man will let him out of his sight, but even then it's been in fits and starts. Still, even the cold and the infamous death flu hasn't prevented Wrench from getting it all accomplished.
There's a clearing not far from the cabin where Logan meditates sometimes. He's joined the man himself from time to time, sitting in the clear space with his hands on his lap, focusing on the effort to focus on nothing. And just around the outer edges of the clearing are a few clusters of sturdy trees with a good amount of space between, before the thicket of forest becomes almost too dense to move around in. From a high branch hangs an aerial hoop, reclaimed and fixed up by the man.
Kurt will also find a wrapped package containing three pair of pants that have been modified to accommodate his physiology: one pair of yoga pants, one pair of slim gray trousers, and one par of cotton joggers.
Pausing by the door with a small bundle of firewood for tomorrows breakfast, he wipes his bare feet on the mat. He's not sure where it came from but he's pretty certain he can guess who's responsible for it.
"Guess what?" When Kurt sets his drink down Logan picks it up for a sniff and taste just to see what he's drinking. "Jean-Paul wants to watch your rope skills," he smiles a self satisfied smile.
Very little about Logan's entrance surprises Kurt. Not the firewood, the bare feet, even the casual borrowing of his mug of chicory coffee -- a habit he's trying out for Rogue's sake -- is reassuringly familiar. He barely glances up from the book he's reading throughout this little performance, not expecting the next words out of his partner's mouth.
Glancing up, he blinks once or twice, working out what exactly Logan is referring to. "My.. wait, he does? What exactly have you told him?"
[This has got to be the most bizarre thing he's ever texted anyone over, but if someone in this stupid town is going to be able to understand it's Kurt. He doesn't even know where to start, and it takes him several attempts before typing out something and sending it.]
hey so i'm out of the woods with the whole death flu stuff uh i also talked to Varian i may or may not have completely screwed things up honestly can't tell right now it's kind of freaking me out
[ As soon as he sees it's a message from Fern, Kurt immediately puts aside what he's doing. He's been trying to give him a little space, but that thread of concern about him hasn't gone away. And this message doesn't help with that. ]
how do you think you screwed things up? I'm glad you're feeling better though
[He feels like a weak, pathetic idiot for reaching out, but that's better than the alternative of being on his own right now. And Kurt said he could, at any time of the day or night. He hates that he has to take him up on that offer, though. He wishes he was strong enough to not need to.]
Long shot, but - you and yours wouldn't consider, I don't know, leaving the border of the woods that is constantly being invaded by ravening hordes for the duration, would you? There are ton of empty apartments here, and I have extra bedrooms in mine.
I very much appreciate the thought liebchen, but we're all right 😊 I actually pity these creatures in having to deal with Logan when he's feeling territorial
It has been a little bit since we spoke, Kurt, and I wish this was... more pleasant. But I recall something about Laura from past conversations, and you are someone I trust to speak with about this.
I'm concerned about her, and her state of mind. The bear's game... is wearing on her already. She was asking publicly about being incarcerated, for her own safety and others. I don't know if you saw it.
[ It's a little after her last message to Kurt that he's going to get another one from her but... that's good, right? To not completely cut herself off from everyone. But she's also just not sure who else to ask about something like this. ]
Kurt you've been here for a considerable amount of time. Do you know anything about a bottle with black liquid in it? It almost looks like ink?
[Kurt isn't someone Varian would normally reach out to. He can't shake the feeling that the man doesn't like him, after the whole... forest fire debacle and all. And honestly, Varian couldn't blame him. It's not like they've ever spent time together where things haven't gone to hell in a handbasket. And he's not always looked out after Fern's best interests, either. Something Kurt is very much invested in.]
I'm probably the last person you want to talk to and I get that. But I wanted to apologise all the same. I want to say who attacked you in the junkyard wasn't me, but that wouldn't be true. It's just someone I've been trying not to be. Guess I failed on that one.
As soon as I'm better, I'll make sure those robot parts are destroyed.
[He doesn't even ask how they work. For the first time in his life, he doesn't want to know how something works. They're clearly used for utterly evil purposes and he wants nothing to do with them. You have to draw a line somewhere, and wholescale slaughter is his. ]
[ Kurt leaves this message on read for a couple of days, partly because he doesn't know how to respond and partly because the whole month has just been So Much that he's still dealing with the personal fallout. When he does reply, it's late enough at night to suggest that it's been troubling him. ]
I could say likewise. I'm sorry for how I acted as well. [ It's something of an understatement. ]
they may prove more difficult to destroy than you think. let me know if you need any help.
[ There's a pause of half a minute or so, enough to make the following a separate message: ]
do you know if Fern is OK?
[ Cowardly, he hasn't tried to track down his friend, nor has he heard from him. Not that he expects to. ]
[It takes him a little longer than promised to contact Kurt after the cave debacle. He's been putting it off, in all honestly. This is going to be a complicated conversation and though he knows he needs to have it- and knows Kurt is probably the best person in the entire town to come to about this- it's still terrifying. He's been keeping his emotions buried for months and now they're starting to see the light of day he doesn't quite know how to handle them all. ]
[ Inside Kurt's mailbox, there is a nondescript white envelope with his name on it. Inside, there is a colorful pog, with a message written on the back in silver fine-tipped sharpie. There's no stamp on the envelope, implying that it was hand delivered rather than mailed. ]
it's been real. it's been weird. it's been real weird.
see you on the flip side! – GP
[ The pog is enchanted with dream magic, so that it can be given as a gift, but cannot be lost, stolen, or destroyed. ]
[Honestly she would have liked to send this message sooner but with the mess that been October she hadn't been able to keep up with all the horrid things that had happened. It hadn't taken long for her to put together who the beast that had taken Varian's leg was, she had seen Kurt teleport back in April. She knew the sound and she recognized the smoke.
She knew he had been a friend to Varian and she had a strong feeling that what happened wasn't his choice. She also knew what it was like to blame oneself for friends of loved ones being hurt. Which is why she's reaching out today.]
Hey Kurt. It's Ruby. I just wanted to check how you were holding up.
[ It's been a long couple of weeks, but with Wes' return and the sun coming back to the town, things are starting to feel a little more settled again. Getting some sleep at last has helped Kurt's mood immensely, though it's left him far more aware of what's happened. ]
hi Ruby I appreciate you checking in. how are you?
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