Save My Last Words (Jackson and Damien)
Damien was busily working away at the pile of papers laid out on his desk, as a man knocked on the door. Confused, Damien put down his pen and called, “It’s open.”
A man in a blue suit vest came in, taking off his hat to reveal a teal head of hair. He looked up, holding his hat to his chest, and smiled.
“Definitely an upgrade from the old studio you had, eh Damien?” He slyly said.
Damien, shocked, stood up and hugged the man in front of him. He returned, and looked at Damien square in the eyes, his smile unwavering.
“Jackson! I didn’t expect you to be coming!”
“That’s the point of a surprise trip, Dame.”
The mayor motioned towards his desk, “Please, sit.” He said, walking over to his chair. Jackson set his hat on Damien’s desk, and looked around.
“Well, I hafta say, never though you’d run a city! Thought you were gonna be living as an intern fer the resta ya life!” Jackson teased, smirking.
Damien shook his head and smiled, “I thought you’d just be a filmography fanatic for the rest of your life.”
“I still am a fan,” Jackson started, “I just work in the job now. Ireland’s great this timea year, you know?”
“If I find time, I’d love to come visit, sea boy.”
“Sea boy?” Jackson smirked.
“You’re in the Americas, you came from Ireland, and your hair. It’s turning blue nowadays. Plus, your Irish is showing true.”
“What can I say? I’m Irish through and through.”
“Well, it’s good to see you’re doing better than you were back here.”
Jackson had come to Damien’s junior high from Ireland during the second quarter of the year. He was a nervous wreck, a film fanatic, and all around a nerd. People made fun of him constantly, mostly of his accent and his hair. He’d had it dyed that way since elementary, apparently. Damien and the now district attorney had been some his only friends, but the bullying never really stopped for him during junior high. High school was different, he wasn’t bullied as much anymore, and by the end of the year it had stopped completely. By the time university came around, the group of friends they had accumulated had gone separate ways, Damien and Y/N went to a local law school, Mark went and landed an acting job locally, Will disappeared into the wilds for a while, and Jackson traveled back to Ireland to pursue a job in directing and filmography in general.
“It’s great back there! My accent wasn’t a cause of bullying, and I’m actually working on a film with a big team right now!”
“Jackson, congrats!”
“Thanks Damien, it means a lot ta know you still care for me.”
“How could I not? You were a great friend to have, even if it was only for a few years.”
“You know, we should take a walk around town sometime soon. Get to see how much the city has changed over the years?”
“Sure! How long are you staying?”
“I’ll be here for a week.”
“Well, how about Saturday? I’m heading over to Mark’s manor for a poker night later tonight.”
“Wait, Mark is still here?”
“Yeah, he never left. He’s been living in his old house for a while now. Will’s gone, however.”
“Dang, well I’d love to come to see him later.”
“He just randomly invited us over.”
“Wait, us?”
“He invited Y/N, William apparently, and some detective as well.”
“So everyone will be in town?”
“It seems so!”
Jackson stood up, smiling, “That’s great! I’d love to see them all again!”
“Well, I hate have to cut this short, but I must be getting ready. Jackson, it was amazing to see you again.” Damien stood.
“Indeed it was! See you tomorrow?” Jackson queried, grabbing his hat.
“Oh of course!” Damien got out from behind his desk and shook hands with Jackson. Jackson set his hat back on his head, and waved as he walked out the door.
“I’ll save my next words for you, friend!” was the last thing he said.
That was the last Jackson ever saw of Damien. He kept his promise, however. He never spoke unless it was to Damien, which was impossible since he had died at that damn poker night. He never spoke another word aloud, so he learned sign language, taught himself how to have a conversations with others. His movie was a success, but he never talked. He still never talks, he’s a man of his word after all. Even after death.
So it’s NaNoWriMo, and I wanted to write a quick little story of Jackson and Damien. A little head cannon I’ve had for a bit. Hope you enjoyed! I’m going to try to write a bit more in this month.
@chase-brody-protection-squad said they might want to see this, so here ya go.
EDIT: I continued it!
https://blograinyoak.tumblr.com/post/167110455502/blue-gray-joy-jackson-and-dark-continuation-of
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