@overtakes
// helloooo everyone !! as a heads up i will be dropping current replies; i'm feeling pretty overwhelmed right now and lost track of a bunch of the stuff i owed. with that said !! i'm more than happy to keep any plots/arcs/development going.
“I’m guess you’re a racer?”
/; may I drop? c:
@stanleyparable … ah . he thinks that he understands : he has simply gone mad . the stress of the season must be getting to him . still … ❝ you know , i didn’t think the voice in my head would be british . ❞
[@overtakes] “arrested, by whom? There was nobody present to him. Only a Brittish voice who spoke aloud.”
@stanleyparable turning around in a quick circle , startled . ❝ what — is someone there ? this isn't funny . this is private property , i could have you arrested . ❞
hey, you got a light? mine ran out.
@eadimidium ❝ i’m really not supposed to smoke . ❞ and yet he is going through his pockets anyways. ❝ … here you go . ❞
Wow — you didn’t crash and burn . I’m surprised .
@overtakes Hey — in my defense , I always sound disappointed . but , I’ll admit , you’ve got skill . how about a race ? loser buys drinks .
⠀ ⠀ and what are you doing ? this is kind of a sacred spot, y’know.
you - what are you doing here ?
/I just realised I never told you how much I love your pfp<3
// thank you !!! young nico is sooo stunning i is very easy to find good photos of him LOL <3
Jax’s voice was quieter this time—strained at the edges, like speaking took more effort than it should’ve.
“…didn’t expect company.”
The words came late, almost lost to the silence. His gaze flicked up, met theirs for a second—then dropped again, like holding it was too much. His fingers tapped once against his arm. Stopped. Jax shifted slightly, shoulders tightening before he forced them to relax. The space between them felt… fragile.
“But you can stay” softer now. Less certain. He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over the back of his neck before letting it fall, eyes lifting again—hesitant.
“…if you want,” he added, voice rough. A pause “just… don’t make it a thing” his gaze lingered this time, uncertain but not pulling away.
“…I just don’t—” he cut himself off, jaw tightening. Then, quieter:
“Yeah. You can stay.”
@PulseOverNoise- the words could have been plucked straight from his own mind . he does not entirely think the discomfort — the wrongness — is the same for the both of them , but that does not make it any less familiar . the itch of his skin not fitting quite right , the ache of knowing something is wrongwrongwrong . as a racer , niki is constantly dialed up , ready to drive at three hundred kilometers an hour . stepping out of the rush of formula one and readjusting to normal life can be difficult . with nothing else going on , it is all too easy to wallow in the awkward space between where his body is and where it should be . ❝ it's like that for me too , sometimes . ❞ carefully vague . this is not about him . it is not the place or time for him to spew his carefully - tucked away insecurities . ❝ like i'm waiting for something to happen that never does . it isn't fun . ❞ understatement of the year . he brings his knees up to his chest , rocks forward and back for a moment . talking is something he is good at , but the words do not seem to want to come . ❝ sometimes it is like there is something in the air , and i am breathing it in , and i do not know what exactly is happening but i know that something is wrong . and sometimes it is just ... discomfort . i try to ignore it as much as i can . ❞
☆•° . *
Jax didn’t answer right away.
His gaze dropped somewhere between them, unfocused, like he was trying to track a thought that kept slipping just out of reach. The quiet stretched—not uncomfortable, exactly, but thin. Tense in a way that felt like it could snap if either of them moved too quickly.
“…maybe,” he said finally, voice low, uncertain.
His fingers started up again—tap, tap—against his arm before he caught himself, flexing his hand like he was trying to shake the habit loose. It didn’t quite work.
“I don’t—” he exhaled, sharper this time, jaw tightening before he forced it to ease. “It’s not… one thing. It’s just—” a small, frustrated huff of air left him, almost a laugh but without any humor in it.
His eyes flicked up, meeting theirs for a second longer than before. “You ever get that feeling like something’s… off?” he asked, quieter now. “Like everything’s where it’s supposed to be, nothing’s actually wrong, but—” his shoulders shifted, restless, “—it doesn’t feel right anyway?”
A pause.
Jax rubbed the back of his neck again, slower this time, like he was buying himself a second to decide how much to say. “…Been like that all night,” he admitted. “Can’t sleep. Can’t sit still. Feels like I’m waiting for something, but I don’t know what.”
His gaze drifted back to them, hesitant but steady enough. “So… yeah. Talking might help.” A beat. Softer, almost reluctant: “…or at least distract me.”
@PulseOverNoise- ❝ i wasn't going to make it a thing . ❞ his lips purse , as though he is biting something else back . for all that he is good at conversation , good at people , he has never been good at navigating tense , strained moments like these . he settles for sitting down carefully , as though he has nowhere else to be . one hand tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear . he lets the silence hang for a moment , a weight in the air . better that way , not to seem as though he is forcing the conversation . ❝ it's late . ❞ stating the obvious . ❝ i'm supposed to be sleeping , but ... ❞ a shrug . ❝ ach . my sleep schedule has been terrible . if anything , you are keeping me company . ❞ not entirely a lie . he has a break between races , time away from the circus of motorsports , but he still finds it difficult to relax enough to really rest . ❝ ... would talking about it help ? ❞
“ holy shit. i didn’t think anyone would be here. you didn’t see anything .. “
