A Penny for your Thoughts

[das_vedanya]

WHO: The Braginsky Cousins
WHEN: Saturday, July 17th, Evening
WHERE: Liberty Creamery
WHAT: In an effort to cheer up his cousin, Ivan unintentionally does the exact opposite

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[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion stared blankly at the melting glob in the cup placed before him, a minuscule droplet of calm silence in a rising tide of buzzing voices drowning in his ears and saturating his brain, each particularly loud voice cutting through his own thoughts with a sharp stab until he couldn't tell his own voice from any of the others.

"Like a child," Ion murmured to the melting puddle, "dependent on me just as he was when he was six cents to a dollar for tax I thought it was they must've raised the price again on how many calories this has to have in it my God I'm going to get so fat but I had a salad at lunch to balance it out so it'll be just like in the movie, when he finally tells her that he--"

Ion blinked slowly and lifted his gaze to his cousin's face with a hazy stare.

"...what?"

[das_vedanya]

Ion looks awful. I wonder if he has been up to no good again. "I suppose that is something," Ivan commented idly, though not exactly what I wanted to hear. "But you are being so quiet, and when you do talk, all you do is mumble into your ice cream... which you haven't touched yet." I think I preferred spending time at the restaurant with Americanized-Francis than the time I'm spending here.

I wonder what Alfred is doing right now? "Ion, tell me what is on your mind." As much as I would love to give you a free therapy session...

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[amar_dulce_vin]

"I haven't been doing anything," Ion snapped irritably, stabbing at his ice cream with a plastic spoon. "If you wanted to play with Francis and that boy from your game, you should've done so. And you shouldn't offer to do things for free."

He set the spoon down and rubbed at his forehead angrily, trying to soothe away the rhythm of voices pounding behind it angrily.

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[das_vedanya]

How did he- "Wherever did you get those ideas? Francis is being an irritable drama-queen, and the last person I would consider spending a minute of my time with is that blubbering idiot of an American." I especially don't want to spend any time with him after all those miserable past moments with him. Ivan unconsciously touched two fingers to his lips, then made it look like he was rubbing off a drip of ice cream in the corner of his mouth.

I just wish things would go back to the days where he couldn't actually touch me. Where he was just a voice in my ear.

[amar_dulce_vin]

"It's pointless to wish for that sort of thing, miserable or not."

The spoon was again taken up and the ice cream methodically being smashed beneath spoon into a pulpy, sodden mass.

"And voices in your ear are not so pleasant, I think."

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[das_vedanya]

How does he know what I'm thinking? Ivan blinked, mouth open in shock. "Excuse me?"

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[amar_dulce_vin]

"Well, you're being so loud about it, how could I not hear it? Domnea mea."

The frozen confection was by now a lost cause, victim to the summer heat and a fatalistically wielded piece of cutlery.

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[das_vedanya]

The Doctor blinked twice, going through his memory to take note of how much he'd talked in the past ten minutes. "I haven't said more than a few words to you..."

What is he doing?

[amar_dulce_vin]

"I already said I wasn't doing anything!"

Ion's voice rose in pitch but not in volume, cracking slightly as he glanced away from Ivan to stare in bewilderment at the pedestrians outside.

"Do you think," he said quietly and slowly, as if he were afraid to be heard but afraid to be drowned out or misunderstood, "that insanity creeps up on you or just appears all at once?"

[das_vedanya]

"I think it depends on the person and the situations that trigger it," Ivan leaned back in his chair, folding his fingers together and resting them on his lap. "Insanity is a fickle thing. Whether it seeps in or consumes you depends on the will of the person, but wills can be broken no matter how strong they are. You could hope that... no one is in a situation where your will is constantly being picked at until it shatters, but it does happen. It can be that the situation is enough that a person retreats into themselves and thrives on hate or fear, or that whatever hinders you keeps returning until your sanity is just eaten away."

He leaned forward, eyes cold and stern. Watching his cousin. Can you read my thoughts, Eyonya?

[amar_dulce_vin]

"And what if I could?" Ion answered the unspoken question, still staring out the window, or perhaps just at it. "What does that imply?"

He tapped against the glass and seemed to satisfy himself with its solidity.

"If I could hear them, does that make me insane and weak-willed or just spiteful but strong?"

[das_vedanya]

"I think, based off of the happenings I've heard these past few days, that it makes you perfectly normal," he commented, watching Ion tap at the window.

"It's amazing how badly people would give to hear others' thoughts, but it is a curse, is it not?" And how much did you hear?

[amar_dulce_vin]

"It's amazing, the things that people think. Do you want me to tell you who to offer your business card to? Who committed murder last night? Who's considering it?" Ion stared over his shoulder at Ivan with tired eyes. "...no, probably not. Sometimes I think they are just fantasizing to make their lives feel a bit more exciting. I suppose everyone is guilty of indulging their imagination on occasion."

"I just want you to go to sleep," he answered, avoiding the silent question screaming at him from inside his cousin's mind. "I can't sleep until you do, and I am...very tired."