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[fireshow]

you heard
didn't you?

[clayking]

The sudden transfer of the Midnight theatre certainly was a hint.
So.
Yes.

[fireshow]

yeah
another one bites the dust

[clayking]

I'm starting to think I'm just collecting hollow institutions in their memories.

[fireshow]

think we both are

[clayking]

Can I do anything?

I'm drinking at the theatre right now but if you do..

[fireshow]

i burned a bunch of shit already
are you ok?

[clayking]

Is the house still standing?
Not particularly.
It stings more than I'd...
I'd thought.

[fireshow]

yeah
i went to the beach to do it
and i know
we just have to tell ourselves it's better they're not here
right?

[clayking]

Ah. Is the beach still standing?
I know- grief is for the ones who remain.
But it's still..
I suppose I shall be fine. Even if I have to figure out what to do with all that he left me.

[fireshow]

did you ever think it'd just be you and me left?

[clayking]

Hoped, perhaps.

[fireshow]

so what do we do?

[clayking]

I feel like this is the part I normally have some words of more comfort but...this is quite a hard loss.

We take it moment by moment.

[fireshow]

yeah
guess that's all we can do

[clayking]

Will you be home at some point?

[fireshow]

i'm home now

[clayking]

Oh.
Good.
Do you wish to be alone or..?

[fireshow]

i'm here if you need me

[clayking]

I'm not entirely sure what I need if I'm honest.
But you're certainly a good place to start.

[fireshow]

come home then

[clayking]

[ There's a little shift as Caliban just opens a portal in the same way Magnus use to do- the sort that seemed like a tear in the universe. Caliban stood in the midnight theatre for a few moments before he walked through the portal and let it snap close behind him as he stepped into the living room. A bottle of wine hanging from the demon's hand as he reached up to brush his long blond hair behind one ear with the other.]

And here I am, firebrand.

[ He mused softly.]

[fireshow]

[ John's sitting there on the couch when he sees that portal appear, so used to it in the two years that he's been here. When the demon steps through — when he catches sight of the bottle hanging from his one hand and the soft way he announces his arrival, John rises from the couch and steps over to him. Quiet. They've both dealt with a number of losses in the past few months and now, it seems like it's just the two of them left and it almost has him wondering who, between the two of them, will be the last one left here.

Hands in his back pockets, he licks over his lips, ducking his head for a moment, before he sighs and looks up to the demon, expression soft and a little melancholy. ]

Just you and me now, huh?

[ Huff of laughter there on his lips, he shrugs, glancing off for a moment. ]

Wonder how long that'll last.

[clayking]

[ Caliban's honestly not entirely sure what to say- normally he's the one here who's supporting the other when something...shifts like that. When Alec left. Twice. He was there- even when Magnus left, he'd been hurt but it wasn't like this. Which was a little weird for him when he considered Nate once defended a man who wanted to see him dead to the ground. ]

A demon and his firebird. Not so bad.

[ He pointed out as he reached a hand up to brush his fingers lightly down John's chest with a soft hum as he stepped closer.]

Perhaps a question best not asked, my love.

[fireshow]

[ Is it not so bad? He doesn't know. He hates that he's come to care for people here and, in that time, he's nearly lost them all.

Taking the other's hand into his own, he slides his fingers through Caliban's and drops their held hands down, still holding it as he stands there with him and stares to the demon before him. ]

Yeah. Not like either of us get a say in when the other leaves. Or you leaving again.