[He had been trancing, but not anymore! Ah, a good old fashioned Jester message...with content already sending his anxiety spiking.]
Jester...[A small breath but then-] What do you mean you got contracted? Who is Juno? Are you all right? Where are you? Wait, hold on a moment.
[There was no sense in asking these questions with Jester's penchant of not minding her word count, especially when in a rush. Instead, Essek scoops up his device-the phone, both still largely foreign and distantly very familiar from false memories as he calls his friend. When she answers, he places his hand to his forehead.]
Well we didn't have any real memories and in my fake ones I was a good little submissive you know? And I went looking for a Dominant to make Mama proud of me and I found Juno and he was so serious but I made him laugh so we contracted and then we shared some memories in dreams and I think he's really a lot like Caleb actually because he's so sad on the inside because he acts like he doesn't deserve love which is ridiculous because everybody deserves love except maybe Trent. But anyway, I woke up this morning and we were contracted and I think it's like when Beau and everyone drink too much and then wake up and go 'oh my god what happened last night??' you know, but I don't think I regret it very much because Juno is really nice and he's so funny and smart but he needs someone to remind him to not take everything so hard and to get him back together with Peter because they're so in love Essek, like Beau and Yasha in love, and he doesn't expect me to have sex with him or anything so I think I'm going to stay contracted with him, at least for the three months.
[That was...a lot. But such was Jester Lavorre. In the end, though, that didn't sound...too bad. Not ideal by any means, but not the worst the circumstances could have provided.
And, really, he likely shouldn't be too concerned for her, she was a very capable young lady. This Juno would likely have his hands full with a very good companion.
Finally, he sighs, but it's tempered with a smile, even if she can't see it.]
Well...if I were to appoint an expert on making people smile, Jester, I could think of no one more suited for the role. Similarly, your...penchant for- [don't say meddling-] the romantic lends you credit in that area as well.
It sounds like a good match so long as he is respectful of you. And, if he is not, I should hope you will tell me.
That is excellent news. I am inclined to ask after the nature of this man out of a sense of wariness, but I trust your discerning taste and consideration. Instead, perhaps you'll accept my question out of a sense of curiosity?
He's intelligent, driven, and doesn't always remember to take time to tend to his own needs. We've ended up getting caught in the weirdness of the city together a few times, enough that I trust myself with him during such weirdness. Even the first month you and I were here, when we thought ourselves natives, he and I got along well enough.
Those are excellent qualities, even the latter, for what you were searing for. And the latter-most I think is an equally important factor that only experience could have taught.
I trust we will still maintain our usual meetings? There is a place for tea here in the Up that I have found myself gravitating towards more and more.
Yes, of course. Progress has been made, I have a much smaller reaction to unexpected contact now, but there is plenty more to work on and goals I would like to reach.
[There is a bit of a pause as he considers his answer.]
I believe my largest goal at the moment is to feel comfortable initiating contact with those I wish, not just the act of it, but the process of it being almost second nature. There is a friend back home for whom casual contact with those he cares for is as easy as breathing, yet he does not share such affection with all he might meet as another friend is want to do.
I believe that is the comfortable baseline I am seeking.
In the short term, remembering to offer to shake a person's hand might at least help in appearing less rude, but that is a practice of the mind as much as the body.
As for your help, you are already instrumental in the process; your patience is beyond valuable. I do believe there might come a time when I will need you to stop initiation simply to leave the responsibility to me. Though, perhaps not quite yet.
A small painting--about four inches square--is delivered to Essek's home, wrapped in brown paper, tied with twine, with a sprig of pine needles tucked into the bow. It's an abstract watercolor painting that resembles, to the best of Ducky's memory, the illusion Essek had cast before their first meeting.
There is a small card:
May you always have light in the darkest part of the year.
-Ducky
That seemed easier than trying to explain Christmas in detail.
The gift is certainly a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. Ducky will find a hand-written note awaiting her at her place of work, the lettering is elegantly flourished, but neat.
‘Dearest Maureen, Your beautiful and thoughtful gift is very much appreciated; I cannot recall the last time I received a gift of such a nature. I hope to find something equally meaningful sometime to return the sentiment.‘
via Sending spell, 10/1/21 relatively early in the morning
[ Clearly there was more to this message but 25 words is not enough to contain it. ]
Sending->Audio
Jester...[A small breath but then-] What do you mean you got contracted? Who is Juno? Are you all right? Where are you? Wait, hold on a moment.
[There was no sense in asking these questions with Jester's penchant of not minding her word count, especially when in a rush. Instead, Essek scoops up his device-the phone, both still largely foreign and distantly very familiar from false memories as he calls his friend. When she answers, he places his hand to his forehead.]
Tell me what happened.
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[ And then she takes a breath. ]
Anyway, I live in the Up now.
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And, really, he likely shouldn't be too concerned for her, she was a very capable young lady. This Juno would likely have his hands full with a very good companion.
Finally, he sighs, but it's tempered with a smile, even if she can't see it.]
Well...if I were to appoint an expert on making people smile, Jester, I could think of no one more suited for the role. Similarly, your...penchant for- [don't say meddling-] the romantic lends you credit in that area as well.
It sounds like a good match so long as he is respectful of you. And, if he is not, I should hope you will tell me.
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I trust we will still maintain our usual meetings? There is a place for tea here in the Up that I have found myself gravitating towards more and more.
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I believe my largest goal at the moment is to feel comfortable initiating contact with those I wish, not just the act of it, but the process of it being almost second nature. There is a friend back home for whom casual contact with those he cares for is as easy as breathing, yet he does not share such affection with all he might meet as another friend is want to do.
I believe that is the comfortable baseline I am seeking.
In the short term, remembering to offer to shake a person's hand might at least help in appearing less rude, but that is a practice of the mind as much as the body.
As for your help, you are already instrumental in the process; your patience is beyond valuable. I do believe there might come a time when I will need you to stop initiation simply to leave the responsibility to me. Though, perhaps not quite yet.
Holiday Gift
There is a small card:
May you always have light in the darkest part of the year.
-Ducky
That seemed easier than trying to explain Christmas in detail.
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‘Dearest Maureen,
Your beautiful and thoughtful gift is very much appreciated; I cannot recall the last time I received a gift of such a nature. I hope to find something equally meaningful sometime to return the sentiment.‘