[ Jack will never understand a lot about himself, but he's still aware of things even without being able to uncover the roots of them. like the fact that he can't stay in one place forever, it makes him restless and irritable like a wolf pacing in a cage, and if he doesn't go out to wander freely then he starts to feel like he's going to snap. since he doesn't need to sleep, there's no better time than night to get that fey wildness out of his system. spending the daytime tethered to Hiccup or Katniss or Nimue has been good; it's a unique comfort, getting to laze around when there's actually company. at home it's a lonely, miserable thing that hits him if he stops for too long.
he's just walking along the rooftops and power lines of the city tonight, enjoying the calm he gets from cold, quiet evenings (even if it comes with a sting when the hours go by and there's no dream sand weaving through the air, something that should be homesickness but first lances through him as a terrible grief, he's dead and it's my fault) — and he isn't at all expecting the text. most people he knows have to sleep, and he can't imagine why the ones that don't would need to message him for anything.
it's Hiccup. his pulse does something strange in his chest, the magic flaring up and skittering. ]
just wandering around. something wrong?
[ at first he thinks that he must have screwed up again, racking his brain for anything he might have done recently or any secrets Hiccup could have uncovered, but when he can't recall anything he decides to just wait. and worry. ]
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he's just walking along the rooftops and power lines of the city tonight, enjoying the calm he gets from cold, quiet evenings (even if it comes with a sting when the hours go by and there's no dream sand weaving through the air, something that should be homesickness but first lances through him as a terrible grief, he's dead and it's my fault) — and he isn't at all expecting the text. most people he knows have to sleep, and he can't imagine why the ones that don't would need to message him for anything.
it's Hiccup. his pulse does something strange in his chest, the magic flaring up and skittering. ]
just wandering around. something wrong?
[ at first he thinks that he must have screwed up again, racking his brain for anything he might have done recently or any secrets Hiccup could have uncovered, but when he can't recall anything he decides to just wait. and worry. ]