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swartzinthecity:

Chloe nodded, wiping her hands off on her jeans. “You can say that again…” She muttered, looking behind them, concerned that something can happen at any moment to warrant her jumpiness. Feeling guilty, she frowned before looking down at her own white shirt with coffee stains. “Make you a deal: Let me buy us both a coffee and in exchange, you show me how to get these stains out? Prove you don’t need to close up the Laundry. Even trade?” She gave a half smile, realizing she was probably sounding ridiculous.

The way she looked behind them made Deacon feel like there was someone there, he turned his head the same way she did but didn’t see anyone. He was about to ask her if she was alright when she spoke. Deacon listened to her idea and gave her a gentle smile. “Sure. Seems even enough.” And that would save him from asking her what she was so jumpy from and if there was anything he could do to help. He gave her his coffee order. And looked at the spattering of brown coffee on her white shirt. Listening to her own order to see exactly what kind of stain he was going to be dealing with. When they had their drinks he asked, “Back to the laundry then for my end of this trade? The longer we wait the harder it will be to get the stain out.”

#chloe chat #chloe: 003

@praavicordius

Deacon did deliveries to new addresses. It kept the girls safe and it was easier for Deacon to make notes in client files about any red flags or warnings that needed to be there going forward. It felt like the Bayou, which was an very distinct feeling but not an unpleasant one. He was carrying the packages of cleaned and pressed uniform down the path when he smelled the dogs. Which was about a second before he heard and saw the dogs running up towards him. Two very excited pits. Deacon stopped walking, waiting for the dogs to reach him as he positioned himself to make sure they couldn’t reach the packages. Letting them sniff and figure out that he wasn’t a threat to them or the property. Looking down at the dogs he smiled and said, “Well hi. You guys gonna let me get to the front door?”

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swartzinthecity:

Arlons wife was a surprise to see, that much was certain. But she’d always been haunted by what she’d done to Andrew and expected him to come back for her with a vengeance. It was what she felt like she deserved after all. She didn’t expect him to come back with the warning he gave. But was the warning haunting her more than talking to him again? Ever since then nothing seemed right, nothing was going right in her mind. And so when she felt someone behind her, she momentarily believed he’d finally come for her. Shaking her head at him, she hastily brushed the coffee off of both of them, before kneeling down to pick up the cup. “No no, it was my fault. I didn’t mean to be so jumpy.” Looking up, she gave a chuckle and shook her head, standing and tossing the cup out in the nearby bin. “I’m the one who made a mess of you, let me buy you one?”

He watched the other wolf pick up her lost cup. Deacon shrugged his shoulders, knowing that she was an escort he didn’t really want to argue about who owed who what or why it had happened. “Lots of people are jumpy. Lots of reasons to be jumpy around here.” He looked down at his clothes and the small spatters of coffee that were sprinkled across them. Shrugging again, “If I can’t get coffee stains out then I should probably close up the Laundry.” He shook his head when she offered to buy him a coffee. “So what should we do now? Since neither one of us will let the other buy them a drink?”

#chloe chat #Chloe: 003

seth-abrams:

Seth leaned against the front counter, watching as people came and left from the laundromat. Was it mundane? Yes. Would he be here still if Deacon wasn’t there? God no. He had to be supportive though, and his form of support came as visiting his loved ones at work. They always seemed to visit him at his job after all (although it could be because he practically lived there). The chthonic heard Deacon’s voice, and frowned, “Rat bastard is a new one for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been called that. Would have never expected you to be the one to call me that either, Deacon”.

Deacon had accepted Seth’s behavior a while back. The Chthonic’s need to show up and just exist in the same space as him. Deacon could understand where it might come from. It was just one of the ways that Seth showed his feelings and Deacon accepted them in the spirit they were given. They both worked too hard. But work was a lifeline and a godsend at times to the both of them. Even if they expressed it differently.

The wolf looked over at the other man when he spoke and frowned back, then smiled and shook his head, “Unless you’ve suddenly becomes a washing machine motor that decided to crap out on me I wasn’t talking to you--” Deacon’s smile turned teasing, “You’re more a pain in the ass than a rat bastard anyway.”

#Seth chat #Seth: 023

hotshotxtheus:

It warms his heart to see the wolf smile back at him— he knows it’s going to be alright——— at least, for a brief moment, when he looks into the other man’s eyes, he can believe it. He can believe that he’s not a failure, that Idris didn’t abandoned him, that it’s not his fault if he was powerless against Nolan’s condition. “I’m not trying to eat all of that in one serving. And we both know I’ll turn into a goody two-shoes, before you turn into a whale.”

He sighs at the words— and suddenly feels the weight of the world being taken off his shoulders. For the next two days, the outside world won’t exist anymore. Just them. “Alright.” And a moment later, that genuine softness that not even a handful has seen comes up to his face, as Deacon says he’s all Prometheus’. “We’re not even alone yet, and you’re already spoiling me rotten.”

When they get upstairs, Theus lets the wolf finish his work, while he orders korean BBQ for them - seems like the easiest to eat while in a bath.

It was moments like that. The sound of a simple sigh from the other that made Deacon realize how far he’d come in the last three years. The look on Theus’ face as Deacon spoke a simple phrase that held more weight for the both of them. He smiled and shook his head gently, flushed with enjoyment at the Elysian’s reply. “Stop trying to make me blush--” He said bye to Becky and went over the schedule for the next two days and of course he wouldn’t be far if there was an emergency.

Deacon ordered the part he needed, it wouldn’t even arrive for two days either way. He filled out the work invoice to track the budget used on maintenance. Things were still moving along smoothly. He’d never be rich but he was happily comfortable. Deacon knew that part of that was because he hadn’t been renting escorts like he used to years ago.

Getting up and moving to the couch he slid into the corner comfortably, showing Theus that he was all done. “Just in case you are ever worried about it-- I know. I know all the time. When you say it to me. Or when we don’t. It’s never something I don’t feel.”

#Theus chat #Theus: 040

hotshotxtheus:

And there it is— that soft smile, back onto his face. “All of them.” They have more then one day, and he doesn’t feel like doing anything. “Thank you.” He replies, before he leans against Deacon. “I love you—” He whispers, for only the wolf to hear. “Feels like I don’t say it enough.” It’s not true, but he’s just having an episode right now. “How long do you still have left? I could go upstairs, and get everything ready, or I can help around, if you need anything, and we go up together after your shift?” Later, he’ll ask Deacon about his day, because as sad, and scared as he is, Prometheus still cares deeply about the other’s wellbeing.

And just like that for a moment the grief ebbed a little, like a tide pulling out. And Theus smiled, one of Deacon’s personal favorites. A soft, almost tentative expression that spoke volumes to the wolf. He mirrored the smile but his own widened slightly at the response, “All of them? Still trying to turn me into a whale wolf?”

The barely audible words always make his heart stutter slightly. Just a gentle trip in the normal beat. He doesn’t try to tell Theus that he says it enough, or that he knows it just as truly in between all the times he’s said it. Because Deacon knows why the worry is there. So, Deacon just whispers back, “I love you too--” Deacon looked up from Theus back over to the motor and then back again, “Just gotta order the new part, but I can do that upstairs.” He wasn’t going to send Theus upstairs alone just at the moment. He went over to the motor and wrapping it in the cloth he’d used on his hands earlier picked it up and smiled at the other man, “I’m all yours.”

#Theus chat #Theus: 040

hotshotxtheus:

“I suppose some things can’t be fixed.“ Theus hates how talking about a damn washing machine is making him think of Nolan, and how his blood was just useless to help him. He sighs. “Are you working tomorrow? I’d love to just disappear for the next two days, and be with you.“ Theus presses his nose to his lover’s neck. He needs it, although, it’s not directly about Nolan, but his uncontrollable fear that if he stays away too long, Deacon will disappear from his life. He just wants nothing but Deacon’s scent around him - just for a few days. “You, me, and takeouts, and that big tub of yours—?”

Deacon knew that they weren’t talking about the motor anymore exactly. But that was the thing about grief. It popped up in the tiny, unexpected places. He’d always thought about it like being constantly tensed up, anticipating the punch to the gut, but it didn’t come until that exact moment you relaxed just a enough for it to take the wind out of you. He shook his head to answer that he wasn’t working tomorrow. His hand coming “We can disappear for two days if you want--” He smiled gently at Theus but closed his eyes and drew in a deep, steadying breath as he felt Theus’ cold skin against his warm sensitive neck, “Sounds like you got it all figured out. Now it’s just the question of where you want to get takeout from first; Korean, Portuguese or Vietnamese?” He turned slightly so he could rest his hand on Theus’ side.

#Theus chat #Theus: 040

ledarigby:

“You looks like something shit on your cereal.” Leda rarely come to My Laundrette, but she swear this is the only place she can find that one nice aroma softener that smell like lavender. Wordlessly, she reaches to her trusty messenger bag, taking out a bag of homemade cookies. “cookies?”

“Good to know that poker still isn’t my game--” Deacon replied as he finished cleaning off his hands. “But not anything so gross. Just a run of the mill mechanical failure.” He looked down as Leda took out the cookies. He looked back up at her a little surprised then back to the cookies and back up, “Cookies? What’s the occasion?”

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hotshotxtheus:

It’s been hard to breathe since the echo house— fitting name for that hell hole——— but now, no matter how he tries to live by Nolan’s last words to him, Prometheus feels like he’s suffocating. He has friends in the city, but at the end of the day, only Deacon has seen the raw version of him - seen the worst. And even if the wolf is now his lover, and primary Dom— and someone he loves with all his heart, the other was first his best friend, the first person that understood him. They’ve been there for each other since then. Theus had tried to pretend he hadn’t cried a whole day after Nolan’s soul had left, but Deacon had a way to see right through him, and the moment the other had asked him what was wrong— he’d fallen apart. Now, a couple weeks later, he does what Deacon had told him - take a day, one at a time. It’s hard, so fucking hard, but he does it. He smiles for everyone, but he’s raw with Deacon.

He enters the laundromat, and spots the wolf, he comes behind him, head popping beside Deacon’s. “How about I buy you new ones, to replace the old ones. I’m not travelling, and I seriously don’t know what to do with all this money I’ve been making.” He says softly. He’s not even joking.

Maybe it was because the two of them, Prometheus and himself, were so close, shared so much but if there was something that Deacon had an even more intimate connection to, it was grief. And he’d asked the question because he’d known that Theus needed him to hear it. It hadn’t been an easy thing to hear. Deacon had cared for Nolan, thought of him as a friend. In another life maybe more. But those futures were gone now. Deacon had shelved his sadness to be in the moment and listen to Theus. To offer the other all the things he wished he could have given himself years ago. To offer the things that Nikki and River had given him.

At work Deacon liked being able to bury is grief under all the things that needed to get done. To just stay busy. He was aware the moment Theus stepped into the shop. But let the other approach him. Giving Theus the space to decide how he wanted to be in the Laundromat. Alone was something else. But they weren’t alone. Deacon tilted his head to the side to look at Theus and smiled at the offer. “Thanks. Most of them are still working great--” He sighed as he finished cleaning the oil off his fingers, jutting his chin towards the one motor, “It’s just that little shit that decided today was going to be it’s last day doing the one thing I need it to do-- And then not having the good sense to let me fix it.”

#Theus chat #Theus: 040

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Deacon was at the work space behind the front counter in My Laundrette. He was fiddling with some tools, working on a washing machine motor that had decided to stop working for some reason earlier in the day. He’d gotten pretty good at fixing minor problems in the washers and dryers but this didn’t seem like a minor problem. He sighed and dropped the screwdriver next to the broken motor muttering under his breath, “Fuck-- You would do this to me today wouldn’t you, you rat bastard?” He wasn’t angry just not really looking forward to having to order another one tonight. He picked up a rag and wiped the oil from his hands.

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swartzinthecity:

Chloe would be lying if she’d told anyone she had been feeling better since the encounters with the entities. She knew others would be struggling, but did others come with such cryptic threats? She needed to get out of her head and out of the house. And though she only did so for a little bit at a time, unsure when he would be appearing, those short intervals of distraction were a blessing. Almost forgetting that something wicked was coming, she was instantly snapped into alert the second someone brushed up behind her outside of the coffee shop. Never one to actually react the way she did, she jumped almost out of her skin, coffee flying out of her hand and splashing her as it hit the ground. She whipped herself around so fast, ready to attack and defend, when she realized the person behind her wasn’t what she feared and she was able to relax slightly. “I’m so sorry about that…”

@covairecitystarters

Deacon knew that it wasn’t the same for everyone. He could only imagine how many people in the city had ghosts that they had never wanted to see again. Hell, even he did. But for some reason he had been shown mercy. And he had gotten to see the people he had missed and ached for and believed that he would never see or speak to again. For him it had been a gift. But again, he knew that he was most likely the exception to the rule. So when he managed to startle the woman in front of him by basically just existing he gave her a warm smile and shook his head, “It’s fine. I’m sorry for startling you--” He looked down at her coffee on the floor and offered, “Since it was my fault. Can I replace that for you?”

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