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@celcstiall

   nico’s fingers are gentle under isaak’s chin, drawing him closer.  he gives him what must be the twentieth kiss in an hour.  “ you’re so handsome, ” he says with the indulgent tone of an old woman who just knit her grandson a christmas sweater.  “ have i told you that yet today ?? ”  somewhere in the last hour, nico lost his shirt, and he thanks god because it’s so fucking hot out.  he presses a kiss to the shell of isaak’s ear next, murmurs.  “ love you soooo much. ”

[bornsiren]

ofnghtwng:

“Isn’t this amazing?!” Dick yells excitedly as he waves at some of the guys on the floats going by. He loves all of this - the colour, the energy, the life. It’s such a celebration of something so amazing, and even for someone who’s so comfortable in his own skin Dick still feels so.. at home in an event like this. “There’s just so much to do, so much to see - oh, hey - are you okay?”

   “ so amazing !! ” nico says in a sing-song voice.  he feels incredibly high on the whole day.  there’s just something cathartic about it.  but also he’s gay and tired and fucking dehydrated, so he’s starting to sag a little.  “ yeah, yeah.  i’m so good.  i just gotta sit down for a minute.  --- wait a sec, didn’t i try to snag your watch once ?? ”

[bornsiren]

ofcptns:

Nathan has been part of his fair share of movements. Quite on purpose, of course. He’s always had a strong moral compass, always wanted to stick to doing right, rather than doing easy. most of those are tough, full of anger and violence and stress. This… this is liberating. Somehow, at some point the day, someone hung a rainbow flag around his neck like a cape and he just ran with it - how could he say no, when they seemed so enthusiastic to see him here? “I know, it’s a bit much.” He chuckles as he pulls at it where it’s tied, shrugging a shoulder. “I dunno, someone just left it there. Said it was an inspiration to see me out here, so.. figured the least I could do was keep it on.”

nico’s life is -- looking up, to say the least.  and nico loves pride, he’s loved it since he was like fourteen.  he’s not wearing a flag as a cape, but the amount of glitter on his shorts is borderline obscene.  he’s had like four mimosas, so his eyes are all lit up and a little too wet, but his laugh as exuberant.  “ i think it looks nice, ” he says forcefully, with the over-familiarity of any drunk girl in a bar’s bathroom.  “ you look very cute with it, all gay && blonde. ”

[bornsiren]

celcstiall:

he sees the moment it registers for nico and relief blooms in his chest almost instantly. there had been no telling how long they could have been here, with nico insisting isaak was a dream and isaak only half sure he wasn’t; and, though it’s hard to see the tidal wave of realization hit nico, and the result emotions that come with it, all isaak can focus on is how solid nico is against him now. 

“ i’m really back. ” he repeats and it’s not the first time that he’s said it, but it’s the first time any of this has felt well and truly real. the kiss, as clumsy and messy it may be, only amplifies everything. it brings a laugh from isaak, even as the tears he’d been holding back finally fall. his arms wrap around nico’s waist and he pulls him closer, closer - as close as he possibly can. this time, isaak leans in and presses their lips together. it’s only a little less chaotic than the one from earlier, but that’s alright. right now, that’s perfect. 

he doesn’t want to let go of nico for a good, long while. every part of isaak is electrified, alive like he’s never felt before. “ i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i never meant - ” and god, his death was no fault of his own, and isaak knows this, but all he can think about is how devastating it would have been to lose nico or parker. “ i don’t know how, but if i could have come back earlier, nico, i would have. i swear i would. ”

nico thinks he could drown in this moment, in the way it feels to touch isaak again.  he’s here and so fucking real it makes nico ache.  he’s a little too preoccupied to kiss back with any real focus, elated as he is to have his hands on isaak’s face or against his neck where his pulse is so strong.  and, god, when isaak laughs, nico thinks he’s going to drop dead on the spot.  

it’s not a dream.  which means -- which means there are a lot of horrible conversations they have to have, probably.  but nico can’t think of them now, not yet.  he just needs a moment to love.  and feel loved.  god knows it’s been so long since nico felt either.  

“ god, no.  no, don’t be sorry, ” nico says, too busy pressing little kisses to every part of isaak’s face, barely registers the tears.  he doesn’t know who’s they are, no point thinking about them.  “ i know you would have come back, ” he promises.  for all of their differences, and for all of the odd speed bumps they came across, nico has never really doubted that here was where isaak wanted to be.  

after another moment, nico’s brow furrows and he steps back just a little to get a better look.  “ are you still -- hurt ?? ” he demands, looking for any sign of wounds or blood.  “ do we need to take you to a hospital? ”

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( SMS -> MOONBEAM 🌙💖. delivered. ) hey, baby i’ve got dinner handled tonight ! ( SMS -> MOONBEAM 🌙💖. delivered. ) you left your gloves at home, dumbass.  you good?( SMS -> MOONBEAM 🌙💖. delivered. ) before you ask -- i had nothing to do w/ that bank. 😬( SMS -> MOONBEAM 🌙💖. delivered. ) parker’s heading out to meet you, text me when he gets there??  is this an official sidekick thing, now?  should i make a scrapbook?( SMS -> MOONBEAM 🌙💖. delivered. ) answer your phone -- saw the news. where the hell are you ??

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( SMS -> isaak. returned to sender. ) i keep thinking i hear you walk through the door. ( SMS -> isaak. returned to sender. ) i miss you, baby.  we miss you so fucking much.( SMS -> isaak. returned to sender. ) pretty sure the world is ending?  more to follow. ( SMS -> isaak. returned to sender. ) parker didn’t come home.  i’ve been looking for days.  you’d be able to find him.  maybe you did.  ( SMS -> isaak. returned to sender. ) i don’t know how i’m supposed to do this without both of you, querido.  

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celcstiall:

in the end, it makes sense that convincing nico isn’t simple. isaak could wish and hope and pray to whatever it was that shifted their reality so suddenly, but it wouldn’t take away the year of grief, of mourning, that nico had to go through. a shuddered breath rattles his chest and isaak grips the hand that nico had placed on his cheek and pulls it from his face, “ nico, baby, no. look at me. please. ” he cups nico’s face in his hands and gently coaxes him to meet isaak’s gaze. he’s trying so hard to be patient, to understand, but god - isaak wants this so badly. 

with an urgency that’s only just started to unfold, isaak presses his forehead against nico’s and holds his gaze, “ nico. i’m here. i’m alive. it’s real. this is real. i’m - ” he’s hit with a wave of regret all at once. it doesn’t feel right, to think that an entire year has passed, but there’s a moment now where isaak thinks it may have been an eternity since he last held nico. “ i’m so sorry. ” he feels winded, barely able to catch his breath as tears threaten to fall. 

it doesn’t feel right to promise that he’s not going anywhere, that he’s here to stay now and things will be okay. because maybe that’s not how this is going to work out. he doesn’t know anymore than nico. it doesn’t mean that isaak won’t fight like hell to keep his second chance, if nothing else. 

nico’s startled into focusing again.  there’s something urgent enough in isaak’s voice to get his attention.  his brow furrows when isaak cups his face, blinks furiously through his tears and then relaxes when their foreheads touch.  it hits him like a freight train -- 

    this is real.  isaak is real and right here.  nico shifts his hand to rest on isaak’s chest, feels the strong pulse of his heart, and then some sort of dam breaks.  an emotion he has no word for is drowning him.  it’s like relief and heartbreak and love all at once, and he surges forward, arms around isaak in an instant.  “ oh, my god, ” and nico sounds more hysterical now that he feels more in the moment.  of course isaak came back !!  he’s a hero, and heroes come back.  

he’s still crying, a little harder now, but he clings more insistently.  “ oh, my god, ” again, “ you’re here.  i didn’t -- ”  how does he finish that sentence ?? he can’t tell isaak that he thought he’d never see him again.  when he leans in, he tries to give what could be called a soft kiss, but it’s too desperate for that, clumsy and short as it is.  “ you’re really back. ” he has a thousand questions, but he can’t ask any of them right now.  

[vuruncaherseycalisir]

[bornsiren]

celcstiall:

  it’s something of a shock to feel nico’s light touch. isaak hadn’t completely come to terms with … any of this yet. he was here, but some part of him wasn’t so sure he really was and the idea of this disappearing - of nico, disappearing - made him feel sick. so to feel nico touch him, however gentle it was against his knuckles, and to know that he was solid, whole,  released a wave of emotion he wasn’t quite ready to process. 

  “ it’s me. nico, i’m here. ” he tries to school his voice into something that doesn’t sound so desperate, but it’s difficult. isaak doesn’t know what to think of any of this - he doesn’t know how react to coming back to a world that looks just as it did the day he died, but was instead a year older. he doesn’t know what to do with the visceral reaction that nico had - the clear, unadulterated pain that isaak’s reappearance had caused. how can he even begin to reconcile that with what he knows of the world, of his life ?? if he thinks too hard, it becomes too much so for now - for today, he just wants nico. he wants home.

   hesitant as he may have been before, now isaak grows a smudge bolder and takes nico’s outstretched hand in his own. “ you see ?? ” he exhales a shaky breath, voice so low it might be a whisper to some ears, “ i’m real, nico. i don’t – i’m not sure how. i don’t know what happened. but i’m here. i promise, it’s me. ”

    isaak sounds like he’s trying to calm a spooked animal, like nico might bolt.  and he’s not wrong -- nico might.  one turn in this moment, and nico might have to make a run for it.  there’s only so much he can handle, but for now he’s still.  maybe the shock has paralyzed him, or maybe he’s afraid that if he bolts, then isaak’s gone forever.  again.  he breathes, slow and shallow. 

when isaak takes his hand, nico makes a truly pathetic little sound.  he knows, in his heart, that this is a dream.  it has that odd quality, all soft edges and too-warm feelings.  it’s a dream, but it’s a good one.  maybe the only good one he’s had in a year.  carefully, he steps forward, into that unique little aura that only isaak has, and puts his hand on the side of isaak’s face.  

being this close makes nico’s heart ache, so fucking familiar.  he has to turn his head again, stays close but looks beyond isaak’s shoulder.  “ i miss you, ” he says, and god his heart is breaking all over again, tears hot as they fall.  it’s a dream, so he doesn’t have to school his expression into something collected.  a clumsy, desperate kiss is pressed to isaak’s cheek, and nico lingers so he can just breathe in.

[bornsiren]

purficere:

STANDING  ON  THE  STREET  ,  SELINA  LOOKED  DOWN  at  an  older  woman’s  cat  —  a  leash  around  it’s  neck  ,  dazzling  under  the  sunlight .  “  oh  my  god  …  she  beat  me  to  the  punch  …  she  HAS  HER  CAT  GOING  ON  WALKS  WITH  HER  !  “  selina  exclaimed  , placing  her  hand  on  her  face  slightly  ecstatic  .  “  anyway  sorry  ,  what  were  you  sayin’  ?? “ 

location:  to  be  determined.  status: open  to  all.

   nico is equally distracted, but not by the cat so much as the concept.  the only people that eccentric are either super rich or super poor, and nico is interested in one of those demographics.  “ uh -- don’t remember.  was i saying something ?? ”

[bornsiren]

truthshown:

karen paused as she was, key to her building clutched within her hand, as a sudden noise snapped her out of her thoughts and managed to catch her attention. ‘ hey – you said it, not me, kid, ’ karen finally said. she did her best to swallow down her laughter, having witnessed the stranger sprint the last block and a half before doubling over with cramps.

   nico twists around, trying to get a look at the back of his legs.  “ do you see any cellulite ?? ” he demands, a hysterical edge to his voice now.  god, he has got to get back on a treadmill.  who’s going to take him seriously if he doesn’t look the part?  no one takes him seriously, as is, but he likes to pretend.  “ goddamn.  you know any decent gyms in the area ?? ”

[bornsiren]

hcllcaats:

    the quota for lying, pretty boys that patsy can tolerate has already been met, thank you very much. she shrugs, a general unease settling in her stomach. “ what ?? no amazon prime subscription ?? two days or less, man. it’s a legit investment. ” there’s a pause as she twists the watch around her wrist, “ i mean – if that’s the case then it’s not that great of a watch anyway, i guess. ”

     actually -- nico is pretty sure he has an amazon prime account, but he can’t for the life of him remember who’s bank account the yearly payment is coming out of.  certainly not his.  which reminds him -- he has some house calls to make.  “ two says is still two days, you know.  i’m not a patient man. ”

[bornsiren]

ofmcgictricks:

people in the new york streets do not talk to each other. a person could be shot right in front of them, and they’d get offended at having to step over the body. everyone has somewhere to be, no time for someone else’s bullshit. that’s why she’s immediately on guard at the man’s voice. “ how nice for you, ” she replies cooly. anna’s already thinking of the best way to reach for her pepper spray in her purse. “ my father. ” she shifts her purse further over her shoulder. “ my turn. ” her eyes sweep over him. “ where’d you get the penchant for asking strangers questions ? ”  

   needless to say, nico isn’t actually a new york native.  he talks to whoever he feels like, pushes himself into conversations that have nothing to do with him.  he’s...in a word or two ??  fucking annoying.  annoying and entitled and persistent.  he laughs, and it’s a practiced sound -- airy and vacant.  “ i like meeting new people.  you don’t? ”

[bornsiren]

celcstiall:

   isaak wonders if it would have been any sort of solace to know that his death was quick. so quick, in fact, that coming back makes him wonder, for just a split second – maybe he never really died at all. maybe the building held firm around him and the attack ceased just long enough to make his escape. maybe he made it back home. maybe, maybe, maybe. it’s a lot of speculation for a once dead man to make and, truthfully, it just seems cruel now. 

  perhaps the hardest part of this is isaak sees nico and it doesn’t feel like a year has gone by. isaak can remember it all like it was yesterday because, for him, it was, in a sense. he was dead one day and alive the next, but nico - nico looks at him now like he’s an impostor. he looks at him like isaak is mocking him. it must be frightening, all things considered, but the quiver in nico’s voice is the tipping point that isaak hadn’t realized he’d reached. 

    “ nico, i - ” he wants to reach out. he wants to hold him. he wants to feel something that he knows was real because right now it all feels anything but. “ i don’t know. nico, i don’t know. i’m not…please, don’t look at me like that. ”

no, there would be no solace in it.  all nico knows is that he wasn’t there, because he’s never been a hero.  isaak had run headlong into danger so many times that it was almost easy to let him go.  it was the world they lived in.  they had even gone head to head once or twice, divergent as their morals tended to veer.  isaak was a hero.  nico was something a little closer to a villain.  they went about their lives, and they always came home.  nico had never been one to sit at home clutching pearls over it.  so it’s no surprise that nico wasn’t there, but he should have been.  he knows he should have been.  aren’t you supposed to be brave for love?  better for love?  

his name from that voice sounds like the familiar chords of his favorite song.  isaak’s right; this doesn’t feel real.  nico doesn’t feel real.  but he’s too tired to fight, too tired to argue.  he doesn’t know how he’s looking at isaak, so he compensates by looking away.  his mouth shuts, swallowing whatever sound he was threatening to emit.  painfully slow, nico does reach across the space between them.  he brushes isaak’s knuckles.  “ please, please tell me it’s you. ”  reasonably, a few words can’t be all the reassurance nico needs, but it can be enough for a moment.  

     “ isaak, ” he tries again, and his voice is a little stronger, “ i need to know it’s you. ”

[bornsiren]

CELCSTIALL

     nico’s heart is in his throat, and he doesn’t even know why at first.  he doesn’t see the man at first, doesn’t even hear him exactly.  but the air shifts in a way that is so intimately, achingly familiar that nico’s knees almost buckle with the weight of it.  he’s going to throw up.  he doesn’t think he’s high, or anything.  he hasn’t taken anything in recent memory.  but it’s the only fucking explanation.  he’s on some weird flash-back acid trip.  or perhaps the cruelest psychic in the world had pulled his fondest memory from the back of his mind.  god knows he has kept isaak locked away.  nico shuts down any thought of him, drinks away any reminder; he never even utters his name.  

no, no, no.  this isn’t happening, and it’s better that it isn’t happening.  even the illusion makes nico’s hands shake; he can’t fucking breathe.  isaak didn’t disappear like the others -- like parker -- so he can’t come back like them, can he ??  nico can barely stand to look at him.  he’s so beautiful and he looks so real that nico shudders.  “ what -- what the hell is this ?? ”  he tries to spit the words with his trademark disgust, but it sounds like someone knocked the air out of him.  a scared little sound rattles his vocal chords; it’s a defense mechanism.  whoever this stranger is in nico’s very favorite skin, he’ll knock them out and then move on, skip town.

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