JRWI tings :P

No. 27

//Riptide Campaign..!

*Spoilers for episode #40!*

So as someone who enjoys Gillion's super excited nature around or at the very mention of Mr Marshall John,, I wanted to put myself through the pain with an angsty headcanon ;') suffer with me >:)

The idea is that after the two ships had to leave the island before the navy could close in any more onto their ships and stuff, Gill still tries to get through to John with his shell? But is kept bing met with static. He misses his boy ;')

is this me being upset with the lack of John/Gill implications? maybe. maybe I'm sleep deprived and just want my boy to have a lil crush. >:(

TW// none that I know of? Just sad local fish boy,, if there are any, please let me know!! ^^

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A lot had happened within the last 48 hours. Gillion was still taking a bit to process everything, though he was certain he wasn't the only one. He had always heard from Chip and Jay about how ruthless and cruel the navy could be to those they saw as an enemy, but what happened on Jeraldo was something Gillion could never have imagined without experiencing it first-hand as he had. The sounds of panicked screams and the heat from raging fires. People had lost their homes in a matter of seconds once the navy had arrived. He knows that he as well as the others did their best to help everyone they could. Captain Lizzie and her crew had even taken on sick and wounded people onto their ship, to which Gillion as well as a kind-hearted and tall man was treating to the best of their abilities. Objectively, everyone had done everything in their power to get away from Jeraldo island.

This still didn't stop Gillion from having to fight the feeling he could've done more. In reality, all he had done was speak through a loud communicative device to the island, told everyone where to go and fight some scary relative of Jay's. He hadn't stayed on the island within the chaos all that much...If he had, he certainly wouldn't have left John's side. They were together at one point, at the very beginning of the navy's attack. Along with Jay and Caspian. The four of them were thinking through a plan, despite Jay's clear anxieties worsening with every word. John, of course, opted to help get the sick and wounded from the Respite district of the island onto the Crescent Moon. And then...

The sound of static filled Gillion's ears again, causing a wave of frustration to wash over him as he tiredly and quite harshly slammed the shell against the deck on which he was sitting. He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes to regain what little patience he had. John wasn't gone. He had to have gotten away on another ship or something like that. He had to keep trying to contact him. He needed to know he was okay...Gillion tried again, having learned from the countless times he had tried to get into contact with Mashall John that although the conch shell only has a single use per day, that doesn't count if an attempt of contact isn't successful. In other words; Gillion might be up here for a while. He was met with a familiar silence for a few seconds and then was met with familiar static.

"You know, I've heard that you are this...' chosen one', but I feel as if even those of that high of a title should need rest, no? It is quite early to be sitting here making calls..."

Gillion jumped at the sudden voice from beside him, causing him to look up, seeing Caspian crossing his arms loosely with a small grin on his features.

"C-Caspian...What are you doing up? Did you need something..?"

Caspian fought a chuckle at Gillion's response, rolling his eyes as he sighed softly, sitting down next to him before speaking up, "I suppose I am just checking up on you...I noticed yesterday you seemed slightly off. So when I noticed that you didn't go down to get some rest, I decided to check tonight if that'd be the case once again. Which it indeed seems to be..."