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@arrows-for-dummies
| Selective indie canon RP side blog for Roy Harper | | Mun is over 21 | 21+ due to mature themes | Penned by @rex-rp
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"Fine," Jason shot back, not flinching under Roy's outburst. "Then tell me what will help because so far, whatever you did last time, doesn't look like it has helped you much either."
It was a low blow, Jason knew that, but Jason would offer anything in an attempt to try and snap Roy's head out of that spiral he was circling down off.
''I'm not here because I want to save you, Roy,'' Jason retorted, holding firm against the rising tension between them. He could see it in Roy, rippling and ugly and snarling. The addiction. The shame of it. The hunger behind it.
''You don't need fixing, but you don't need to do this on your own either. I am here, Roy, because I want to be.''
"You're here because of your own shit, Jay. I asked for space. I told you what I needed." It wasn't right, what Jason had said about what he had tried hadn't worked. It had been working. It had-
And suddenly, Roy knew exactly where he needed to go. He just didn't want Jason to follow him.
Roy snatched up his jacket and headed for the door. "I'm not Catherine. Let me figure my shot out and I'll be back." Too far. It was too far but it had already been said, so he added a softer "Promise." Like it would fix it.
Kat was stirring the wooden stir stick in some very old cheap black coffee. No amount of sugar added seemed to mask the taste of it but it helped having the sensation of warmth in her hands to distract herself from the cravings she was battling internally. She sat in the circle of the meeting. The crooks of her arms sporting trackmarks some of them were still red from recent usage. She had fallen off the sober wagon.
At least she wasn't in prison this time but she had to attend these meetings as part of her sentence. The leader of the meeting glanced over at her. "You have anything to say Miss Vasiliou?"
Kat sipped the coffee and made a face. "Why would I? It's just an endless cycle for me..another few months go by and I'll be back here yet again..after another relapse.." She spoke in a hopeless tone. "I'm no one special but no one is gonna understand me either...with my struggles..so why bother speaking about it.."
Roy's mouth felt dry. He poked at the edges of his gums with his tongue as he listened. The chairs were uncomfortable, in a lop-sided circle in the middle of the function room, the air stiff. The atmosphere was as unpleasant as the coffee, but Roy preferred it that way to the high end facilities and groups Ollie had offered to pay for. There was something in the grit and grime of it all that felt more real. Like he both deserved and had earned his place here.
When no one seems to have an answer for the new woman, Roy raised his hand slightly, his calloused fingers twitching into a point. It was noticed by the group leader who knew him well, there was no Mr Harper here. "Roy?"
Nodding, he considered what he was trying to say and wet his lips. "Hi, My name is Roy, and I'm an addict." He looked to the floor as the rest of the group said hello back to him, letting the old resolve sink into his tattooed skin. "I'm not sure what your experience of these kind of meetings are, but I think you've got a better likelihood of being understood here than most other places. You don't have to share anything you don't wanna, but I know that I get the endless cycle thing." A few other nods around the room seem to echo his statement. "It can feel... Exhausting. Relapsing sucks. But anyway, I just wanted to say that, and uh - yeah. Welcome to the group."
"Fine," Jason shot back, not flinching under Roy's outburst. "Then tell me what will help because so far, whatever you did last time, doesn't look like it has helped you much either."
It was a low blow, Jason knew that, but Jason would offer anything in an attempt to try and snap Roy's head out of that spiral he was circling down off.
"Fuck you. That isn't how this works." He didn't get it. But how could he when he hadn't gone through it before?
There was a tightness in Roy's chest that was growing. Gnawing. Giving him a rising sense of urgency that he just had to leave before he said something he regretted.
"You can't just fix me. Alright? It'll never happen, and I don't need you making me feel guilty cause I don't fit your idea of someone you can save."
rosh i hope you draw roy harper one day!
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trying to get used to my drawing tablet and csp.. here’s dick and roy
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"You have no idea how hard it is to hold myself together when all I want to do is fall apart." @arrows-for-dummies
too close for 'just friends' | accepting
''Then fall apart,'' Jason challenged him easily. ''No one told you that you couldn't, and if they have, I sure as fucking hell will never tell you that. And when you're done falling apart, I'll help you pick yourself back up."
And Jason's tone softened as his heart lurched. ''I can take it, Roy. Don't hide it from me.''
A scoff is the only answer Jason gets for a few long moments. Internally, Roy's mind is anything but silent. He fights the impulse to lash out, it never helped. But he was just so... tired. He was tired.
"This isn't about you." He got to his feet, needing the movement as he started to pace. "I need to keep it together." He said he could deal with it, but Roy knew better. If not this time, then sometime down the line it would be too much. It was always too much. He was always too much.
"I can't afford the fallout. Just - give me some time, alright?" This is why he had been in favour of keeping things casual. Jason expected things from him now, and it was only a matter of time before Roy failed him too.
Jason followed him to his feet, squaring up and keeping himself within Roy's line of sight, no matter how much the other man wanted to hide himself away. ''Need to keep it together, for who?'' Jason challenged sharply. ''Lian ain't here, Roy, there's no one you need to keep it together for. You know me; you know what I've handled. You know I can handle whatever you throw at me.''
He just couldn't leave well enough alone, could he?
"For me!" Roy jabbed the fingers of his hand into his chest to emphasise his outburst. "I'm keeping this shit together for me. I don't give a shit about what you can handle." He lied venomously, because it wasn't a total lie, was it?
"You don't think I've been here before? I know what I'm doing, and this ain't helping." He looked to the door. To his jacket. "I don't need your white knight bullshit Jay. I need you to give me some fucking space." That had been his reasoning for sending Lian off to Grandpa Ollie almost a week ago. Hadn't it?
Can i request some jayroy.. Or just a Roy doodle 🫶
Thanks for the request!!! This was supposed to be just a sketch and then I got carried away lmao <3
I need to put this dynamic under a microscope and study it
"You have no idea how hard it is to hold myself together when all I want to do is fall apart." @arrows-for-dummies
too close for 'just friends' | accepting
''Then fall apart,'' Jason challenged him easily. ''No one told you that you couldn't, and if they have, I sure as fucking hell will never tell you that. And when you're done falling apart, I'll help you pick yourself back up."
And Jason's tone softened as his heart lurched. ''I can take it, Roy. Don't hide it from me.''
A scoff is the only answer Jason gets for a few long moments. Internally, Roy's mind is anything but silent. He fights the impulse to lash out, it never helped. But he was just so... tired. He was tired.
"This isn't about you." He got to his feet, needing the movement as he started to pace. "I need to keep it together." He said he could deal with it, but Roy knew better. If not this time, then sometime down the line it would be too much. It was always too much. He was always too much.
"I can't afford the fallout. Just - give me some time, alright?" This is why he had been in favour of keeping things casual. Jason expected things from him now, and it was only a matter of time before Roy failed him too.
Jason shall forever be baby, no matter which Outlaws gang he's with.
It looks so heartwarming, I wonder if that's asking too much. But if hugs are healing, I want to see many more hugs between my OTP and their daughter.😭💞
Best of bros ❤️💙
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