in the desert you can't remember your name [open/narrative]

[supernova1006]

Who: Jin Tian and potentially others
What: Jin being introspective in a desert
Where: The desert zone
When: Any time between Dec 27th and Jan 4th
Warnings: abuse triggers; references to sex; tl;dr; waxing philosophical

Comments

[parasomnist]

She needs to get away from the snow

[supernova1006]

Strong. Jin could tell her all kinds of things about strength, and about how he's not strong at all.

As it is, he notices her presence right away, but he keeps running through his drills, slash, block, thrust, spin, for another few minutes. He'd been hoping to see her sometime soon; they have a lot to discuss.

He finishes the pattern with a shout and a wicked upward slash, then brings his scythe back to a resting spot by his side, upright in the sand. Then he turns to her.

"Alex, hi."

[parasomnist]

"Hi, Jin," she says, a little subdued. They do need to talk, it's true. "Come and sit. I... don't know if you want water, or not, but I brought plenty."

The unspoken is not sure if you need water but she's too well practiced at secret-keeping to phrase it any other way.

[supernova1006]

He smiles, and from the smile it's clear he really is doing better. The desert is having a good effect on him.

"I could use some water." He doesn't sweat, but he loses water in other ways. "But, I have some of my own, and I'd hate to deprive you or anything..."

He takes a step forward to go sit near her, but then seems to remember he's shirtless.

"Oh--uh--let me put a shirt on..." he says. He has a tent pitched nearby, which is mostly just two strips of cloth held down by stones and a bedroll. He gathers up his shirt and canteen and pulls it on, then tugs his scarf back into position as he goes to sit down across from Alex.

"How have you been?"