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Kalim al-Asim ([personal profile] goldencharms) wrote2025-01-01 07:24 pm
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FOR INFY!!!

a post of voicetesting of JAMIL!!!!!!!! for infy
twistedwunderkinder: (Jamil Viper)

[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-20 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[This time, it's Jamil that grows ghostly and insubstantial, fading into the deepening darkness as he flees this desolate hellscape through sheer force of will. There's no reason to stay, after all--it's not real. None of it is. Not his vacation, not this town--and obviously not Kalim. Kalim is waiting for him to wake up, just like the rest of his life.

But what happens to a dream, once its dreamer abandons it? What happens to Kalim, left in his wake?]
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-21 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Jamil wakes collapsed on the kitchen floor and drenched with cold sweat, head pounding dizzyingly and stomach lurching with nausea, eyes and throat burning as though he's been sobbing for hours. Who knows? Maybe he has been. He's not sure how long he was asleep, after all--he just knows that he hurts all over from the fall. Had he concussed himself? He feels a little..... he doesn't know. Woozy, maybe? Hungover? Hard to say, when he's never gotten drunk to have anything to compare this to.

Seven, his head is still spinning. He needs a shower, and maybe a proper lie down, that should help. But first..... he should make sure that..... that idiot is safe inside with Lilia and Ruby. Just..... just in case. He's probably still just inordinately shaken up from the nightmare--but it's starting to feel a little too real, when Kalim doesn't answer his phone or respond to texting. And when he tries calling Lilia and Ruby instead.....

All that sick dread comes rushing back to him in an instant. What kind of fool rushes out into such a deadly storm?! Especially without any kind of second thought or backup plan? Maybe he's that kind of fool, too..... Once Kalim is out there and thoroughly lost, he probably won't stop searching, after all. Once again, it falls to him to clean up Kalim's messes and save him from himself. There's no way the trains or busses are running at a time like this, is there? Maybe not even the elevator. That means Kalim must still be in the Down..... and Jamil will have no way to get there himself, except walking along the roads and hoping it's not entirely blocked with snow, abandoned cars, and fallen debris.

Even not accounting for the time it will take to search, this trip might take hours. They could both die out there. And yet..... Jamil finds himself scribbling a hasty note to his Submissive, bundling up as warmly as he can manage and packing some food before reluctantly trudging out into the merciless blizzard. Here goes nothing!]
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-21 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a long, agonizing slog down eerily empty highways, navigating by his device in one hand, and fire magic blazing high in the other. It's a hell of a lot of magic to waste, keeping it burning so hot for so long--but it's the only thing that keeps him going, if Jamil is honest. He can barely even feel the cold anymore, he's so numb, and it's not helped by how often he stumbles and falls face-first into snow drifts deep enough to nearly swallow him whole. It's hard just to force himself to stand back up and keep walking, when exhaustion weighs him down so heavily--but he can't just stop. If he stops, they're both done for.

Even if Najima scolds, and his own Phantom sneers, and Kalim stares at him with such betrayal in his eyes..... every picture he takes of them reveals nothing but empty streets and untouched snow. They follow him even if he doesn't follow them, even if he knows they're not real--it's not until his eyes sting with frozen tears and his throat is raw from screaming at them do they finally deign to fade away, leaving him with nothing but the setting sun and foul taste of blot thick on his tongue to keep him company. Funny how prophetic his dream feels now, struggling through an unnaturally empty city while his heart feels like it's going to tear its way out of his chest.....

At least he feels lighter with each damning confession these shadows wearing false faces forcibly tear from his lips. Miserable, raw and vulnerable, hurting from the accusations he can't refute..... but free, finally openly acknowledging the darkness inside him he'd choked down for so many years. Even the slow uphill trudge back home doesn't feel quite so awful, in spite of carrying Kalim's limp weight the whole way; he'd have to be an even bigger idiot than he already is to go to Lilia's house, knowing how poor maintenance is on buildings in the Down. They need the warmth of a safe, sturdy apartment building after..... how many hours has he been out here? How much longer has Kalim been out here?

It hardly feels real by the time Jamil staggers back into the apartment and drops Kalim onto the couch. He locks the door, turns on the heat with hands so shaky and numb he can barely hit the buttons, wishes futilely that these apartments had fireplaces--but none of it changes the fact that he needs to wake Kalim back up. He's struggling to think clearly enough to remember what the treatment to hypothermia is--but it's definitely not sex, no matter how logical it seems at the moment. Will he wake up naturally, when the storm outside is so unnatural?

Maybe..... maybe it's an enchanted sleep of some sort. Historically speaking, true love's kiss is a traditional condition to lifting curses. It's the sort of absurd, impossible idea he'd never entertain, if he were thinking clearly--but if he's honest with himself, Jamil isn't confident he's physically capable of having sex right now, even if he was willing to try. Jamil bends over Kalim, still shaking and covered in snow, and presses their lips together before he can second guess himself.]
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-21 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
--?!

[Jamil jolts in place, eyes widening in shock. What? What had just happened? How? Why?! He hadn't actually expected the attempt to work, not when he--when they--

Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe he had been thinking too deeply about this, making too many assumptions about the nature of the storm and Kalim's conditions. It's possible this is just..... Duplicity being Duplicity, again. Maybe any intimate contact would have been fine, as long as it wasn't platonic. Maybe a kiss would have worked just as well as a blowjob. That's far more reasonable than the alternative, right? Or..... maybe it's just because Kalim is Kalim. Insufferably optimistic and trusting as he is, he'd probably fall in love with anyone he spent enough time with.

Either way, it's..... it's fine. There's nothing he needs to think too hard about. He can just..... hastily straighten back up, and press a few gloved fingers against Kalim's neck to check his pulse. His own has felt concerningly sluggish for hours, but that's not important anymore now that they're inside. How deeply chilled has Kalim ended up? How many blankets can he scrounge together? What was the treatment supposed to be for frostbite, again? Even the coldest nights in the Scalding Sands hadn't prepared him to need that kind of information readily memorized.....]
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-21 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
I--wh-what do you think you're doing? Lay back down! Are you trying to get even sicker?!

[Jamil stumbles backwards as Kalim throws himself at him, nearly tripping over the coffee table--even so, he manages to awkwardly catch him regardless. How is he supposed to take care of anything holding onto Kalim like this? It'd be just his luck if Kalim caught pneumonia or something, laying out in the snow for so long.

What if he gets sick too, after..... well, after kissing him? He'll probably just need to power through. Neither of them are going back out into that godforsaken storm if he has anything to say about it.]
twistedwunderkinder: (Jamil Viper)

[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-27 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Idiot..... why would I have been in the Down during weather like that? You should have called to make sure!

[Unless he was forced to be. Unless he had to go find and dig Kalim out of the snow to bring him home, before his dream came true.]

I'm fine. Just..... stay there, I'll go get some blankets and make tea.
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-27 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
You can help by resting so you don't catch your death of pneumonia. Who knows how long you were collapsed out there?
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-27 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
What did I just say?!

[Of course Kalim is ignoring him. Of course they're going to do this now. Seven, he's exhausted; trying to settle Kalim's nerves and get him back down is the absolute last thing he needs right now.]

It's fine. It'll go away on its own; I just needed to use a lot of magic out in the blizzard, that's all.

[That's definitely the only thing contributing to this, honest. Kalim was lost or unconscious for anything else that could have theoretically happened, but definitely did not, which means he doesn't need to know. Dreams and hallucinations aren't even real, anyway, which means they don't count. Right?]
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-27 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Kalim.....

[It's a shockingly strong grip, for how badly incapacitated Kalim was mere minutes ago. Could he even pry himself free if he tried, at this point? How shameful is it that he's not actually confident the answer would be yes?]

It's not going to be a comfortable rest for either of us if we can't warm up. Even if I do nothing else, we need some blankets.
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[personal profile] twistedwunderkinder 2025-04-27 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly.....

[A little blot won't kill him. He's (probably. He thinks. He hopes.) not in as precarious a mental state as he was over winter break, no matter how wretched he feels right now, or how bitter the taste of blot is in the back of his throat. He's just..... just.....]

Fine. The linen closet is in the bathroom. You'll find blankets, sheets, and towels in there. If you think you need to, you can strip my bed, too.