[ If it's true - if the dagger is somehow inside him - then Jack thinks maybe they've got a problem. Sure, it's a problem for twelve years from now, but at some point, someone's going to come looking for it.
People who inflict curses on beings like Desmond don't just stop there; they're going to mean him real harm. (Unless they're dead.)
(Unless the point was to rip Jack away from him, but even then, the work's being undone now, isn't it?) (What was the wolf before its memories were stripped away? A guardian as well as a mate? A defense mechanism?
Someone Desmond trusted, and when he lost the wolf, did that mean he trusted no one? Slipped deeper into paranoia and madness?
Oh, Desmond.)
In the meantime...he has to admit it's a little exhilarating to think part of Desmond is always with him. Always protecting him and marking him as Daddy's own.
Always inside him.
Jack listens to the audio file with his eyes closed, feeling his lover's hand running through his hair. He presses his own hand to his midsection and imagines (?) he feels something subtly bass - like a purr. Contenting, the knowledge of that maybe-dagger.
The headache eases away and he hums a pleased note. He won't think about it, and...well. It's not hurting him, whatever it is. It's just a little bit of Daddy. That's honestly all he wants lately, anyway, right? ]
No more thinking about it. It might not even BE a dagger, right? Might be anything. Might be, I dunno, my very vivid imagination or something. Might even be a tapeworm!
(But just in case, no more thinking about it. And maybe we ought to delete those audio files and anything that talks about daggers.)
No more talking about Lacey or blame or any other unhappy shit right now, either.
So, about this Dark One thing.
It's a role, and you get the title by taking it on. How many are there, or are you like...the Dark One Highlander? Did you have to kill all the other ones?
I mean, if so, it's probably for the best unless you want to start breeding more Dark Ones. Pretty sure some of your magic makes you a little squirrelly - and before you deny that, remember I saw you do some wild shit. Not a condemnation! Just saying you don't want to load up on Dark Ones like you don't want to load up on apex predators. They still have their niche in the environment and all.
Or! Is it possible that the role didn't make you something else, but maybe...unlocked your ability to be something you already were? Like tapping into a latent gene, you know?
What's the dagger that we're not thinking about got to do with all this?
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People who inflict curses on beings like Desmond don't just stop there; they're going to mean him real harm. (Unless they're dead.)
(Unless the point was to rip Jack away from him, but even then, the work's being undone now, isn't it?) (What was the wolf before its memories were stripped away? A guardian as well as a mate? A defense mechanism?
Someone Desmond trusted, and when he lost the wolf, did that mean he trusted no one? Slipped deeper into paranoia and madness?
Oh, Desmond.)
In the meantime...he has to admit it's a little exhilarating to think part of Desmond is always with him. Always protecting him and marking him as Daddy's own.
Always inside him.
Jack listens to the audio file with his eyes closed, feeling his lover's hand running through his hair. He presses his own hand to his midsection and imagines (?) he feels something subtly bass - like a purr. Contenting, the knowledge of that maybe-dagger.
The headache eases away and he hums a pleased note. He won't think about it, and...well. It's not hurting him, whatever it is. It's just a little bit of Daddy. That's honestly all he wants lately, anyway, right? ]
No more thinking about it. It might not even BE a dagger, right? Might be anything. Might be, I dunno, my very vivid imagination or something. Might even be a tapeworm!
(But just in case, no more thinking about it. And maybe we ought to delete those audio files and anything that talks about daggers.)
No more talking about Lacey or blame or any other unhappy shit right now, either.
So, about this Dark One thing.
It's a role, and you get the title by taking it on. How many are there, or are you like...the Dark One Highlander? Did you have to kill all the other ones?
I mean, if so, it's probably for the best unless you want to start breeding more Dark Ones. Pretty sure some of your magic makes you a little squirrelly - and before you deny that, remember I saw you do some wild shit. Not a condemnation! Just saying you don't want to load up on Dark Ones like you don't want to load up on apex predators. They still have their niche in the environment and all.
Or! Is it possible that the role didn't make you something else, but maybe...unlocked your ability to be something you already were? Like tapping into a latent gene, you know?
What's the dagger that we're not thinking about got to do with all this?