She is indestructible. And he's always known that. It makes him feel very small, to live with the idea of her having to brave vines and demons and whatever to come find him. He had to rely on her, again. He knows that can't be the case, forever, but for now, all he can manage is gratitude. He'll fight it, later. Be a shit to her, tomorrow.
"You found me, though." He says, for now. Not to dwell too much on that. He doesn't love the idea of his older sister traipsing around in his memory. He loves the idea of her being scared even less. Jupiter wasn't scared, ever. She is someone everything sad and serious bounces off. She's impenetrable and strong and never scared. Except she had been. And he hates that.
"I would've been ok, you know. I would've woken up and fought. Eventually."
It's fundamentally untrue, but. He takes a long sip of the shake, whatever it contains, maintaining eye contact the whole way through. "...But thank you." He says around the straw, when maybe she'd be sufficiently distracted.
"Ahhhhh, I know," Jupiter growls back, taking both hands and making a mess of her brother's hair, ostensibly to be annoying, but maybe just to confirm he's still real, as well. "You would'a done the same for me, too, huh?"
The longer the pull of the mildly disgusting ice cream concoction, the wider Jupiter's grin grows. Her baby brother is just as relentless, just as strong as she is. The end results would've been the same regardless of which Quigley had been swept up in vines. There isn't a doubt in her mind that one or the other of them could've outmonster the monster. "Aaaaand you woulda caused just as much chaos on the way. Maybe more. Bet that thing wouldn't've been able to stand your sax playing."
His hair is already messy. His sister’s hands running through it now didn’t do a single thing to ruin it any more, but Atlas still does an obligatory whine, reaching up to swat her hands away. It’s a relief from what is now a combination brain freeze and stomachache. The most worthwhile illness he’s ever had. He tries not to look too pleased that she knows he would’ve fought for her. He supposes by now that’s a given.
“Hey excuse you I bet the monster would’ve been goddamn soothed and awed .“ A chaotic smirk, probably genetic, rises to the corners of his mouth. “I think you forgot how good I am. I’ll have to do a concert at home.”
This warning about the inevitable 6am concert is just because he’s still grateful.
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
"You found me, though." He says, for now. Not to dwell too much on that. He doesn't love the idea of his older sister traipsing around in his memory. He loves the idea of her being scared even less. Jupiter wasn't scared, ever. She is someone everything sad and serious bounces off. She's impenetrable and strong and never scared. Except she had been. And he hates that.
"I would've been ok, you know. I would've woken up and fought. Eventually."
It's fundamentally untrue, but. He takes a long sip of the shake, whatever it contains, maintaining eye contact the whole way through. "...But thank you."
He says around the straw, when maybe she'd be sufficiently distracted.
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
The longer the pull of the mildly disgusting ice cream concoction, the wider Jupiter's grin grows. Her baby brother is just as relentless, just as strong as she is. The end results would've been the same regardless of which Quigley had been swept up in vines. There isn't a doubt in her mind that one or the other of them could've outmonster the monster. "Aaaaand you woulda caused just as much chaos on the way. Maybe more. Bet that thing wouldn't've been able to stand your sax playing."
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
“Hey excuse you I bet the monster would’ve been goddamn soothed and awed .“ A chaotic smirk, probably genetic, rises to the corners of his mouth. “I think you forgot how good I am. I’ll have to do a concert at home.”
This warning about the inevitable 6am concert is just because he’s still grateful.