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From:

greatoldjohn

No.

But there is a little cat nose poking out from under the couch. A full cat will pop out and trot over to the two of them, hopping up towards Arthur's lap.

...Sheehan's going to claim him soon enough, but half the fun is getting stolen from Arthur. And he wants the initial scritchings.

From:

heyboss

Arthur needs him at the moment, so he will get a few seconds of peace before he gets taken. For now, he's still got his hands on Arthur.

"How much did you listen in on?"

From:

greatoldjohn

Like I said: I didn't. I just came when you called.

Arthur is getting cat 'headbutted', rubbing his head against Arthur's chest.

From:

lestercraft

There's something just wonderfully grounding about having John pressed against him, in whatever form he took. That made it easier thinking about all of the supernatural bullshit they dealt with, even without the idea of John's powers protecting him, and both hands bury happily in John's coat to rub his neck and shoulders.

"That's alright - I just wanted to ask you if Oscar's told you anything about a being he called Mr Scratch yet."

From:

greatoldjohn

We haven't talked much about that. Mostly because he didn't get to meet me in New York.

And now he's pressing his whole body against Arthur and purrs.

From:

heyboss

This just solidifies his decision to let Arthur borrow his cat. He slides an arm around his husband's shoulders to hold him there.

"He told me about what happened, but only a little," Sheehan explains.

From:

lestercraft

"Right, well. Since he technically told us both about it in his timeline, whether he knows it or not," he comments, smushing John's fur around so he can lean down to give him a little kiss between his ears.

"Oscar told me about this- being, that could invade people's dreams if they slept near it, possesses people in their sleep. It was trapped in the house of someone in his church, his parishioner. And that when we ended up staying there, for some reason, it-" his hands pause, and with a conscious effort they relax a little rather than tighten in John's fur. "That it tricked me into releasing it. I was-"

His hand goes to the bestiary, having slipped onto the cushion next to them. "Oscar said he had a look through the bestiary, but he couldn't find anything that quite matched, so I was giving it another look, with- that sort of criteria in mind."

From:

greatoldjohn

According to my research, there are many creatures that can fuck with people through dreams. And more than a few entities not unlike the King in Yellow.

A pause.

What did it want?

From:

lestercraft

"Well that's heartening," he commented wryly. "But I'm not sure, actually. It only came up because we were talking about David- since they got paired- and I offered your assistance to talk to David where he could speak freely, and he looked like I just told him I was going to take his other arm as well."

Despite the grim humour, the concern is real. "The parishioner's sister isn't even its first victim, her husband got killed over Scratch possessing him, so. My first instinct is that it simply wants freedom, but obviously we don't know what that would even mean. Oscar thinks it's more powerful than you were, within me, but probably not more than you are now."

From:

greatoldjohn

Why does he think that?

He doesn't sound rankled or defensive, just curious.

From:

lestercraft

"You've never controlled my mind, only my body." He pulls his left hand away a little, just to regard it briefly. "And even those you got under duress. But this Scratch can completely control people just based on proximity, it seems, even if only temporarily. Even holding them asleep to maintain it."

From:

greatoldjohn

Now there's a hint of frustration and irritation.

Oh.

If they held you asleep, in a dream, there's not much I could do. My access to dreams is through you. If that pathway was blocked, I wouldn't be able to get in to do anything.

But... proximity is interesting.

From:

lestercraft

"Maybe he's trapped in a location, rather than a person?" he muses. "Otherwise he wouldn't need other targets to free his, er- primary host, I suppose? Or have access to them, like how you couldn't affect anything outside your own control in me."

From:

greatoldjohn

It's possible.

Which John knows perfectly well is practically a non-comment. All things are possible.

It's also possible that their power is tied to a location, even if they aren't.

Edited Date: 2025-05-26 02:08 pm (UTC)

From:

lestercraft

"Wherever it is, it can't be in that parishioner's home," he concludes readily. "Given that they were trying to be released. And I can't find anything else useful right now, not without asking Oscar more first, and he seems..." He sighs, as he scritches under John's ears. "Quite shaken, by the whole thing. He's sturdy, for sure, but someone's first real supernatural experience can be..."

He leans into Sheehan a little, squishing John in a small hug. "Well, it's a lot regardless."

From:

greatoldjohn

Scritches are good. Mysteries (the ones like this) are frustrating, but scritches are good. And so are hugs. John is mostly purring here.

Hopefully by the time we get back, we'll have a lot more answers.

Edited Date: 2025-05-27 12:58 am (UTC)

From:

lestercraft

He gives a huff that can only be described as petulant, as he squishes John's face gently.

"Right. So all we've got is another half-started mystery to solve, where the only person who knows how to actually do anything about it is our own damn selves."

Some of these mysteries were frustrating.

From:

heyboss

And now that they have come back to the beginning, Sheehan feels confident enough to snatch his cat away from Arthur affectionately.

From:

greatoldjohn

I think that's what they call 'job security'.

Kitty is a rag doll in Sheehan's arms until he's properly snuggled against him and then there's a warm glow of affection that neither of them could miss.

From:

lestercraft

"You know, I wouldn't mind going back to simpler cases like- bloody missing persons again," he grumbles, leaning over so he can wrap an arm across Sheehan's lap to keep patting John.

From:

heyboss

"That's a good goal to work towards," Sheehan says with a smile, turning to press a kiss to Arthur's temple, keeping his cat close enough for Arthur to pet.

From:

greatoldjohn

That's the true goal of all of this, isn't it?

Not just to solve the problem. But to be able to go back to a life you enjoy. Where we can live together doing what we like.

From:

lestercraft

He gives a soft hum of agreement.

"You're right. And it's... easy to lose track of that," he admits, resting his head on Sheehan's shoulder. "We're trying to make sure Faroe lives in a world where she never has to worry about anything happening to us. Where we don't have to live in fear of something threatening her. Or us."