Cupid's Kane

Jeremiah Kane || 37 Years Old || Prostitute || Belmont Boy

[jeremiah-k-kane]

marcelcastle:

“Doesn’t mean who you love loves you back. Is that true love, then?” He squinted, shaking his head. “Fuck, this is getting too deep for me.” Marcel laughed. Not an amused laugh, but one that expelled frustration along with it. 

“What would you do if you went elsewhere?”

“If it’s unrequited love? I don’t consider that true love in the slightest,” Jeremiah murmured, idly glancing over at Marcel. “I think that either it happens or it doesn’t. You could spend your whole life looking for true love. Some people are lucky and get it. Some people think they have it, but they don’t. Some never find it. If things don’t work out, then maybe you just haven’t found your true love yet. But you run the risk of losing everything and still never find true love.” He grinned at Marcel before leaning back in his chair. “How’s that for deepness?”

“I dunno. Make a new life for myself or something. It’d be no different than here, I guess, but at least I’d have a chance of actually feeling something.”

[marcelcastle-blog]

Puffing out another cloud of smoke, Marcel flicked the ashes off afterwards. He took in the man’s words. “We love who we love. Sucks.”

“Just take it day by day. I’ve got my daughter and my work to keep me occupied. What do you think you’ll do?”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“Perhaps that in itself is love’s flaw though. It’s frustrating, all the same.”

“I’m not really sure. I want to stay, but part of me wants something else. Like I don’t belong here anymore, or at least, I’m not wanted here anymore. But I have nowhere else to go, nothing else to do.”

[sonya-masterson-blog]

“I don’t know what makes you think you can talk to me like that, Jeremiah,” she said, arms folding over her chest. “You know I only ask because I care. So won’t you tell me what’s actually bothering you?”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“It’s nothing you could fix,” he countered, staring away from her. “I can’t very well just pour out my problems for everyone to hear, now can I?”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

marcelcastle:

“Oh, I don’t know. She’s flighty. And afraid of commitment. Things moved fast between us. We got pregnant. I proposed. She freaked out, said no. But we’ve been raising our kid together under the same roof for about a year and now I gave her an out…since, clearly, she wasn’t happy.” Confiding in a complete stranger, though they went through formal introductions before this scene, made this relieving of his burdens a little easier because he didn’t expect anything back. Just two guys unloading. “Hurts not being able to be the one she wants.”

Jeremiah stared at Marcel as the man told his own story. He nodded sympathetically before glancing at the space in front of him. “I bet... I feel like I’m losing the one I love too, in a sense. I feel like I’m holding him back, but I don’t want to let go either. Yet every time I’m with him, I’m overwhelmed. I guess it’s not the same as your situation, but...” The prostitute sighed, staring at the glowing end of his cigarette. “Love’s confusing, isn’t it?”

“What will you do now?”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

marcelcastle:

“True friends are always going to be there no matter what; even if you annoy them. When they know what you’re going through, they’ll be there to support you. It’s what friends do.” Marcel glanced at the man through a fog of smoke. “But if this is helping than I’m glad to be of assistance. Misery loves company, huh?” He laughed softly before turning to look ahead again, slipping it off as a sigh.

“Yes, well, they have their own problems. I can’t always expect to see them around all the time anyways,” he murmured, eyeing the cigarette between his fingers as he breathed out some more smoke. Jeremiah smiled thinly before nodding as he looked over at Marcel. “Tell me about your problems? It’s only fair if I rant to you that I be hear to listen to yours.”

[marcelcastle-blog]

Marcel nodded, careful with his words. There were far too many people in hospitals these days. “That’s difficult. You’re there, but you’re not there. There’s only so much you can do, but there’s always this self-made pressure to do better?”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“Yeah... I guess so...” Jeremiah murmured as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, closing his eyes for a moment. “Just... regret. All I want is for him to be better, you know?”

The prostitute smiled thinly, laughing quietly to himself. “Bit of a contradiction really. I want nothing more than for something to notice. For me to talk to and get everything out, but at the same time, I can’t afford to bother people. Hell, I haven’t even seen any of my friends for weeks now. Though I don’t even know if they want to see me anyways. I feel cut off. Maybe it’s better that way, but it still hurts. I don’t even know what I would say anyways....” he muttered, putting the cigarette back to his lips.

[marcelcastle-blog]

“If it makes you feel any less alone, I’m in the same boat.” He shrugged. If the way he was feeling echoed anything similar to the way the other man was feeling, then he knew all too well that if he didn’t have practiced composure, he would be reacting the same way. From his back pocket, Marcel wielded a pack of Camel Lights and offered him one. He took one for himself and lit it up before passing the lighter on if Jeremiah wanted. Inhaling slowly, he watched the tip of the cigarette flare orange. Then, he exhaled the smoke from between his lips slowly. “The woman I love officially moved out. Thought I could make things work. Guess not. It’s shit.”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

Jeremiah gratefully took the offered Camel Light, hesitantly twirling it in his fingers before accepting the lighter as well. He nodded at Marcel before carefully sitting back down in the seat. “Sorry about lashing out at you...” he murmured after a moment as he began lighting his own cigarette, watching the other. “I’m just... frustrated.”

“The one I love’s stuck in the hospital, and it feels like the world is moving on past him. Past me. Feels like I don’t even exist sometimes, and I don’t know... usually I wouldn’t care except it’s damn lonely.”

[marcelcastle-blog]

Marcel’s eyebrows furrowed. He hadn’t meant to anger the man. But it was a habit of his to pry where he shouldn’t. Yet, this outburst in comparison to his first encounter with the charming Jeremiah from before, caused him to seek further counsel from the very man himself. “Alright, alright!” His hands flew up in defense. “I’ll quit asking, it just looked like you were having a bad day and I wanted to know if I could help. That’s all. I’ll get out of your hair.”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

Jeremiah sighed, looking away for a moment as he picked at the crushed cigarette, staring at it forlornly, as though he wanted nothing more than for it to be back between his fingers. “There’s nothing you could do to help,” he finally said after a moment of silence as he tried to calm himself down. “Everything’s so goddamn pointless and frustrating these days. I’ve never felt so alone.”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“Fuck my life. Hey–yeah, you, do you have a lighter? Mine decided to fail me at this very moment when I need it the most. There must be a metaphor in that or something.”

“Do I look like a person to just hand out my lighter to any stranger that asks me for it?” 

[autumn-bradford]

You all are insane. This whole mess is going to blow up in our faces.

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“And what mess might we be talking about?”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“I said I’m fine!” Jeremiah snarled as he slammed his hand down on the table, crushing his third cigarette of the day. He breathed heavily for a few moments, his muscles tense and taut before standing up from the chair. “I’m fine. Just leave me alone and stop being so damn nosy,” he hissed.

[mosaaic-archive-blog]

❝I know.. Reason I won’t pressure you towards it. How are you holding up?❞

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“I feel awful and I just want all this to stop. I just want him safe and well, Joshua... I don’t want any more fighting...”

[mosaaic-archive-blog]

❝Well criminal, bad people throw bad parties.. this one has me as one of the organizers so.. but.. I understand that you don’t feel like partying anymore.❞

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“I can’t. It would feel wrong. He’s hurt because of that damn party.”

[erin-austin-blog]

Erin looked up at him, shaking her head. “There was nothing that either your or I could have done to change this. Everyone was so fixated on Aaron Reed that…I didn’t know.” She sighed. “I thought he was still following close behind me and when I realized he wasn’t there…that’s when I found him.”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

“Erin...” he whispered softly before wrapping both of his arms around her, blinking down a stream of tears. “I just want him safe and okay and awake... He doesn’t belong here, not in this hospital or bed or anything... Jeremy’s... he’s everything...” he murmured.

“Why haven’t they helped him get better yet? I... I just want him safe....”

[julesrosales]

Jeremy’s confusion only grew as he stared at Jeremiah, why was the man there? The other’s words only added to this confusion. He tried to calm Jeremiah down, seeing the other’s obvious pain, but at the moment Jeremy couldn’t even use his hands, they just fidgeted at the slightest command, and his tried time and time again, but he couldn’t make them do what he wanted.

“I…My hands…T-They’re not working…My hands.” He stammered through his words.

[jeremiah-k-kane]

Jeremiah paused, glancing down at Jeremy’s hands, only noticing the slightest twitch. “J-Jeremy?” he whispered softly, gently moving his fingers down until he was interlacing the other’s hand. “H-Hey, you just woke up... Maybe you should get some rest, yeah?” he murmured, not quite sure what was going on either.

He glanced up frantically at the nurse, trying to get her attention. “It’s nothing, you’ll be fine. You’re gonna be just alright, Jeremy.”

[rafikidahar-blog]

“Well, you can’t!” Rafael shouted back, trying to keep him in line. The security had rushed over there, but Rafael waved them off. He had this under control. He dealt with people worse than Jeremiah on a daily basis.

“Because. It just happened. Shit happens. He’s gonna be fine,” Rafael said, although he didn’t know for sure. “They’re doing tests right now. Probably bandaging him back up. They’re helping him, Jeremiah. It’s good that they won’t let us in right now,” Rafael said, slowly backing up, but still keeping his eyes on him in case he tried anything. “Let’s go get some coffee.”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

Jeremiah made a desperate noise of concern, turning his gaze towards the room with fearful eyes. “They’ll hurt him... I... I can’t leave him like that... Not again... He’s by himself...” he whispered, slowly resisting less and less as he leaned back against the wall, letting the tears stream down from his eyes over his cheeks.

“Why’d they hurt Jeremy... He’s done nothing wrong...” he murmured softly as he followed after Rafael, not really in the mood for any food or drink or anything. It would all taste empty to him.

[erin-austin-blog]

As much as Erin wanted to comfort Jeremiah and tell him that her brother was going to wake up, she couldn’t. There had been one too many times where she built up hope for herself and it only brought her down. Her head hung low, fiddling with her thumbs. “I don’t know, Jeremiah.” She whispered, Spending the whole night crying had left her dry. There was nothing left. Only anger.

“I didn’t see what happened and I hate myself for it.”

[jeremiah-k-kane]

Jeremiah looked over at Erin, her head hung low as she messed with her fingers. He bit his lip, blinking back his worried tears before wrapping one arm around her, semi-hugging her. Jeremiah was unsure if she wanted that or not, but at least it would help comfort him and his rattled mind, just in the slightest.

“I wasn’t even there...” he whispered softly. “I found out on the news. I could’ve gone and I turned it down for something else... But if I’d only gone...”