Room 222, Monday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

When Jack decided he was going to do something, he usually made it happen, and the sheer perversity of technology be damned. And so it was that he came to spend Monday night relaxed on his bed, Count Orlok playing on a portable DVD player propped on a pillow in front of him.

It wasn't so different from the films he'd seen at home, really. Just .... longer. Longer and darker and who could possibly think vampires looked like that? But the plot was easy enough to follow once he recognized Stoker's novel. A tad ridiculous, but still easy to follow, and not much like Darkest Night at all.

He idly scratched notes on a tablet as he watched. He might claim they were for Mitchell or for Sebastien, but mostly they were for himself. The door was cracked so he could see people coming and going in the hallway, even though he had no reason to expect visitors.

[OOC: Open room post, yep. Nosferatu being out of copyright is WIN -- unless you're one of Murnau's heirs, of course.]

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[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"You're not a guardian," Rose pointed out, giving him a quick smile. Even if she was the only guardian who did now. Shh. "Yeah, if I concentrate. Mostly it's emotions and stuff that come through on their own, but I can feel more too. Lissa's not so fond of that."

[bitten_notshy]

"I can't blame her," Jack said, with a blunted edge in his voice. "It throws you off, people getting into your head."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, cause I'm doing it for my own amusement," Rose flared up. "Instead of because it's my duty. She comes first, and I'm going to use whatever I have to protect her."

[bitten_notshy]

And that was about where Jack made a mental note never to discuss being psychic with a psychic; it never ended well.

Which, he suspected, was on him.

He put a careful hand on her arm. "Rose, I wasn't accusing you of prying. Just -- I've had a psychic in my head. It's upsetting no matter what their cause. I believe that you do everything to protect her."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

She glared at him, not quite shaking the hand off. "Yeah, if it's someone you don't know at all. Liss isn't the same" Rose made a face, her shoulders drooping. "And it's stupid cause I can't protect her now anyways so whatever."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack wanted to tell her it was weird even if it was someone you knew, but had enough sense to stop himself.

"We can't change it tonight, anyhow," he said, as soothingly as he could manage without making it patronizing. "Should we do something else, or talk about something else? Or is there a way I could help you get home?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose snorted, shaking her head. "Couldn't get in, but thanks. St Vlad's is more of a castle than this school is." She shrugged, rolling her eyes at him. "It's fine. 'M sorry for getting whine all over your bed."

She'd've said emo, but she didn't know if he'd been introduced to that bit of 21st century.

[bitten_notshy]

He ran his hand up and down her shoulder, almost trying to turn it into a hug. "Rose, you can do that anytime. I've heard worse," he said honestly, "and I don't mind listening."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"It's still nice," she pointed out, her hand sliding up his arm, and she leaned into the touch. "And, hey, it cleans up better than coffee. So win there."

[bitten_notshy]

He leaned back into her. "And we didn't spill the coffee," he said. "Another win. Though we did get crumbs in a bed again."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Your bed though," she teased quickly, scooting closer to better facilitate the leaning. "And you already said you didn't care."

So what if it had a few weeks back when no one's emotions were really their own. Didn't mean it couldn't be used.

[bitten_notshy]

"I did?" Jack asked lazily. "You have a good memory."

He nuzzled into her hair. Nuzzling seemed like what he had to offer just then.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Seemed important," Rose said lightly. "And see? It came up."

The nuzzling made her smile, and she reached for his hand, letting her fingers trail lightly over his wrist.

[bitten_notshy]

He squeezed her hand back and then went to kiss her.

He couldn't solve things with Lissa and st. Vlad's for her. He couldn't make either of them less homesick. He could at least, offer a few hours distraction.

Even if his brand of distraction wasn't likely to knock over cabins.

[FTB]