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bound_john (bound_john) wrote in bound_rp,

John hammered the last of the board into place, and ran over the edges with a sheet of sandpaper, buffing out the edges with an emery board as he heard Lux enter. Or felt her, if he was being accurate, the link between their magic now starting to transcend just that of a Circle bond.

“In here,” he said, softly, as he blew the last traces of sawdust off the support deck. He’d treat and varnish it later, but for now, it was serving its purpose. The house hadn’t fallen down at least. He brushed his hands off on the long, kevlar skirt that served as his tool belt, and unfastened it at the back.

The truth was that he didn’t know how this conversation would go. On paper, it was perfect. Elliott knew all of them, was best friends with Lux, was one of John’s best friends, too. He knew Al, knew Belle, even if it wasn’t quite as well, and of course he knew Eva. It would be a good fit. But John couldn’t help the slight feeling of trepidation and, well, guilt. Like Harmony had slid out and they’d closed up without a scar.

He knew different, of course. She would always be in his Circle, even if it wasn’t literal.

“Hey man,” he said quietly, as he walked through to meet them, fastening the clips on his belt as he did so, and pulling tools out to lay in the box that sat on the rickety table by the sofa. It had been a long time since he’d seen Elliott, but that wasn’t new. They’d accepted that a long time ago, and with the death of his grandfather… well. A man had to be cut a little slack, after all. “Good to see you, come in. Try not to lean against anything.”