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"That supposed to be a compliment?"
Daryl's scoffing, but he's also walking in, so it's clear he's not offended. He walks past the office console, meets Glenn at the railing, and then squints out into the darkness. With no more artificial light in the world, the stars and the moon light up quite a bit; Daryl's own practised night vision has him counting the dead like sheep.
He folds his arms over the top of the railing, gaze still pointed outward. Frowns.
"They don't even really care about us 'till we're on the ground, do they?"
As the question is posed, Glenn can't help the slight furrow to his brow as he looks out on the straggling walkers outside of the fence.
"Yeah, I guess not."
A long sigh slowly leaks from his nostrils as he readjusts himself to look at Daryl curiously.
"Why do you think they're like that?"
He pauses for a moment as he realizes just how vague the question is. With a light laugh and shake of his head, Glenn continues, "I mean, some of it just doesn't make sense. They don't go up to places like this, it's so easy to fool them sometimes."
He pauses to scratch the back of his head.
"It's weird."
I'm finally on season 3 of The Walking Dead (iirc first time watching through this season) and it's so fun, but my lord I cannot believe how much I'm loving the Governor. What an icon. What a legend.
@lowerqualityrp sent: "Looking for something?" (Glenn) ► from here.
"No."
Still, Daryl doesn't budge from his place standing at the entrance to the guard tower's console. It isn't his turn for night watch and Glenn's question drives that point home, but...
"It's fucking hell back there."
By "in there", he means the cell block that's become their collective bedroom. Rick sobs quietly at night, Carl has nightmares that leave him gasping, Maggie and Beth whisper, and Hershel moans in his sleep from the pain of his leg he keeps saying doesn't exist. Despite himself, Daryl has always been a light sleeper, and with today having been as uneventful as it was, everyone's sleep hadn't been the heavy, exhaustion-laden rests that they usually are.
Daryl had never figured these people would be so damn noisy. Then again, his tent was always set up a good distance from them.
"I just wanted some quiet. You gonna turn me down?"
"No, I get it," he murmurs softly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leans back against the railing of the tower.
Ever since the farm, things somehow feel like they've spiraled into some whirlwind of tragedy they can't seem to escape from. Things since the end of the world were bad enough, but ever since Sophie, things have gone from bad to worse.
He rubs an exhausted hand over his face as he shakes his head, turning to look out onto their sleeping crew.
"I could use the company, too. I know you're not the biggest talker, but that's... it's better than a lot of the shit that's been going on."
kiss roulette
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
A kiss after a bite
A kiss against a wall
A kiss to the shoulder
A kiss to the back of the neck
A kiss while one party is carried
A tentative kiss
An impulsive kiss
A kiss out of spite
A clumsy kiss
A bloody kiss
Because SOMEONE (*cough* @backwaterscum *coughcough*) had to make a Daryl I GUESS I'm adding Glenn and an OC. Cannot believe this.
Sebastian opens the door, pauses, and then says a quick "wait" before he disappears from the kitchen.
He took Joseph for granted for years. He hasn't forgotten it-- has lived with it, even, in all the years that he believed his partner had been dead. It's foolish now, maybe, but when he returns with a jacket for Joseph to wear, he holds it out with a tilt of the mouth that might appear familiar to him. If he has to spend the rest of his life trying to be the man that deserves Joseph's concern, he'll do it gladly.
"You gotta wear something thicker in this cold," he says. Then he sticks his feet into the shoes by the door, holds it open for Joseph to go through, and follows after.
It isn't winter any more, but it's still early enough in spring that the chill hits him quick. He and Lily had moved up north after leaving Krimson City for good, and he'd learned quickly that Maine was much colder than home.
Still, he'd rather be cold than warm. (Frankly, Sebastian's had enough experiences with heat that the chill keeps some nightmares away.)
He shoves his hands into his pockets, walking down the paved path to the sidewalk. "You haven't really walked around town yet, right?
"It's too small to have a convenient 7-Eleven," he jokes, "but there is a store open this time.
"Let's get cup ramen or something."
It's peculiar- Sebastian acting like this.
It had been around Myra went missing that this side of him had basically died. Joseph understood, of course.
He had not only lost his daughter, but the love of his life with one fell swoop. Joseph couldn't imagine anything more heart-wrenchingly awful. It made sense that Sebastian closed off. That Sebastian got angry and withdrew in every way possible.
But to come back from that Hell World and have Sebastian as nothing but kind to him...
"You have nothing to feel guilty about, you know that, right?"
His hands are folded in front of himself as he stops in his trail, looking at his former boss with a concerned but sincere glint in his eyes.
"You don't... You don't have to be nice and try this hard because of any sort of guilt. Frankly, there's nothing to feel guilty of. Nothing was your fault. We both had thought I died, and you had to make it out yourself.
"So if... if this is because you think you abandoned me or-or left me behind... please, don't do that to yourself."
Joseph talks about cuts and dreams and Sebastian thinks, however briefly, that he wishes he had a bottle to drink out of. The errant desire makes him gulp down the rest of his water before swiftly refilling it once more, and while it doesn't hit the same, at least it staves off even a little bit of the itch.
"I, uh..." He shakes his head, both hands wrapping a little tighter around his glass. "I wish I could tell you all my dreams were great now. But I've been...
"They're not good." He chuckles, but the sound is more tired than happy. "Maybe worse. Actually having you and Lily back means the nightmares where I lose everything again feel more real when I wake up."
He almost brings something else up-- that lately he's been having what he assumes are dreams of Union, but not from his eyes. That sometimes he'll be a six year old girl going to school everyday, and that this six year old girl looks in the mirror feeling confused about why she's still so small. Sebastian knows from context clues that he must be Lily, but everything is so vivid when he's her that he can't help but wonder if it was real.
He stills his tongue, though. Joseph's going through enough, and he doesn't need the added burden of whatever's ailing Sebastian in what ought to be a happy ending.
His eyes flick back to Joseph's face. "...hey." Sebastian's thumb taps absently at the side of the glass. "You want to go outside?"
As Sebastian confesses that his nightmares are worse in some sense now that he has been reunited with his daughter and himself, Joseph's heart shatters all the more. He wants to tell him that nothing's going to tear them apart again and that he'll stay with him, even as he sleeps so if he wakes up from a nightmare, he'll be right there to talk him down from it.
He wants to be anything and everything Sebastian needs, but he knows it's selfish of himself to offer. Sebastian's lost so much, even after getting Lily back. In the process, he was reunited with his wife, the love of his life, only to watch her die so that he and their daughter could live.
How could Sebastian want someone like Joseph to share a bed with him when the person he's supposed to share it with perished in a beautiful, yet tragically sacrificial way?
As he attempts to find his words, Sebastian's already asking if he wants to step outside.
There's a kind smile that settles upon his lips as he offers a slight nod.
"Yeah, I could definitely use from fresh air," he agrees as he stands up and follows Sebastian closely to outside.
Though the apology he expects doesn't come, Sebastian doesn't begrudge Leon his inability to voice it. If he had to count all the times he wallowed in his own shame after a night of drinking his thoughts away, he might just lose the ability to count altogether.
"Yeah, you can come over," he says. Ever consistent with his dry wit, however, he makes sure to add, "You look too much like shit for me to leave you alone with good conscience, anyway."
He's parked a little down the road, but he imagines the fresh air ought to do Leon's head some good. Once they get to his Wagoneer, Sebastian takes Leon to the passenger's seat, then goes to the other side to slip in, himself.
The drive after that is calm. Sebastian's got a Springsteen disc popped into his ancient car radio, passionately singing about how baby, we were born to run.
"You gonna tell me about what got you in that bar, Kennedy?" he starts, blunt as ever. "Or is that a morning after thing?"
At a red light, he turns his head some, glancing at the man at his side. "I don't mind when you tell me about it, or if you decide you don't want to tell me about it at all.
"But you gotta tell someone. Your sponsor, maybe."
Leon's beyond grateful that Sebastian is as good of a guy as he is. Not many people would come to pick up a drunk like him, especially as early in the morning as it is.
Leaning his head against the window, he sighs in contentment as the coolness of the glass helps sober him up, even remotely.
Though, while the question's expected, he slouches a bit when Sebastian asks what happened. It's something he knows he needs to fess up to, and if not to Sebastian, then who?
"I saw my ex."
It takes a moment for him to find the words to continue, but eventually, he manages.
"I, uh... I hadn't seen her since the night she broke up with me. It was the day before I had started my new job as a cop in Raccoon City. When she had broken up with me... fuck, it destroyed me. I'd never gotten so drunk before in my life, but I drank so much that I overslept and everything.
"And as terrible as it sounds.... it ended up saving my life. Raccoon City went to shit that day, and it was the reason I ended up in the line of work I do. She has a family now, two kids and a husband. It'd been so long since I'd seen her, I figured I could at least go say hi...."
A long flow of air seeped through his nostrils.
"She both saved and destroyed my life in a single moment, took away the family I thought I'd have with her... and she didn't even remember me."
His voice began to get thick and his eyes began to water.
"I meant so little to her, she didn't remember my name."
"Mm." One of those "too good to be true, couldn't be real" scenarios, then. Sebastian's tone is tentative after that, but it's a clear attempt at teasing when he asks, "And... what, you had to get up to process it?"
Considering Sebastian got up just to drink water, though, he's in no position to judge anyone's reasons for forgoing sleep. He leans against the counter, sips from his water, and doesn't bother to hide the way he's watching Joseph all the while. Years of isolation following the Beacon Incident have made him terrible at speaking to people; that it's Joseph here, who he hadn't exactly left behind on the best terms, only makes him feel all the more inadequate.
Sometimes it's hard to believe that he's physically here. For years Sebastian's been haunted by him in his dreams: a nightmare-ish, violent version of his best friend, who'd grip him tight until he bled under his nails. The Joseph in his dreams berated him for leaving him, for not coming back for him, for not even having courage to think about him in the day... and the worst part of it all was that the vision of him was right about all of it.
Even now, Sebastian can't look at him without feeling a mix of guilt, of longing, of shame. I should've been the one to save you. I should've recognised how much you cared. I shouldn't have taken you for granted.
"...that's good, though." He chuckles. "After everything that's happened, I'm glad one of us can have a nice dream."
There's a slight flush that rises to Joseph's cheeks as he ducks his head bashfully from Sebastian's intentional gaze. He knows there's been quite a lot of time that they've been separated, but even more that's transpired in that time. In some ways, he almost expected that they were strangers to each other once more, and yet, here they are, acting as if it'd only been days since they've last been united.
"Well, it's nice in the moment, but it cuts when I wake up," Joseph admits in a soft tone. "I guess I kind of wish that it was nightmares, or, better yet, nothing at all."
Truly, as nice as the dreams were, the thoughts of Sebastian loving him just as he loved Sebastian and the phantom feelings of their fingers intertwined, it hurt too much to wake up and remember that he's having these feelings for a man that not only was married for so long to the love of his life, but also a man who's never indicated attraction towards other men.
There's a sympathetic smile on his lips as he looks up to meet Sebastian's gaze once more.
"What do you dream about these days?"
Sebastian expects the worst seeing @lowerqualityrp sat at his kitchen table. He'd only gotten up to get water, suddenly feeling parched in the middle of the night, and his immediate reaction upon seeing Joseph up is the fear something had gone wrong.
He wouldn't have blamed him for it, considering. Kidman had showed up one day with Joseph in tow, saying she'd finally found him at an off-shoot facility from Mobius' main headquarters. Sebastian had asked for details and she told him he wouldn't like what he'd hear; after that, he didn't ask again.
"You... have a nightmare or something?" Sebastian tries asking as he walks in the room. He gets a glass like usual and fills it at the sink like usual, but all his senses are on Joseph and his answer--
❛ only thing i remember is that it was a nice dream. ❜ ( x )
...and hearing that makes Sebastian let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.
"First time I ever heard of a good dream getting someone out of bed," he says, but the slight curve of his lips gives his relief away. "Does that mean it was really nice, or not nice enough?"
Sebastian asks him if it's nice or not nice enough, and truthfully, Joseph isn't so sure he can answer it. For himself, it's one of the nicest dreams he's had in a long time. It was the hope and, essentially, delusion that got him through the roughest points of his time in STEM.
But the dream means Sebastian has lost almost everything that he held dear to him.
When Joseph had been stabilized enough, Kidman told him everything that had transpired- that he was in another form of STEM, that Myra and Lily were alive this whole time, that Myra died so Sebastian and Lily could get out, what Mobius was and what had become of it, everything.
How exactly does Joseph explain to Sebastian that his dream was nice because he dreamt that he and Sebastian finally had their happy ending when it's the most selfish thing he could dream up and could only become reality due to the tragedy of losing his wife once again?
So instead, he offers a small, almost somber smile and says, "Well, I'm sure it'll only ever be a dream, so it's as nice as it'll ever be."
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . " ( x )
Sebastian's inclined to believe him, in truth. Neither Beacon nor Union could compare to the difficulty of trying to stay away from the drink that used to be the only thing that could soothe him, and without Lily, Sebastian doubts he'd actually manage as well as he has been.
@lowerqualityrp doesn't have the privilege of a family to be better for. Honestly, Sebastian isn't even certain what he's been through since he started work for the federal government; he's never thought to ask, not when Leon came home so broken.
He sighs, reaching a hand out to where Leon lies on the floor. Just because he hadn't expected to be called to pick him up at a bar doesn't mean he'll just leave him there. And, with a low apology spoken to the bartender, he leads Leon back outside into the cool night air.
"They got you good, huh?" He's not talking about the alcohol Leon shouldn't have touched, choosing instead to acknowledge the blooming black eye and the bruising on his cheek. They can talk about Leon's sobriety-- or lack of thereof-- later. "Does it feel as bad as it looks?"
"Only because there was a group of them," Leon mutters under his breath. He's angry for several reasons- the fact he relapsed, because he couldn't even relapse in peace, the fact that one of the few people in the world he didn't want to let down is picking him up, that people are disgusting pigs who pick on others for no fucking reason- but he knows it's better to not wallow in it, not while Sebastian's kind enough to pick him up.
So, the self-loathing dissipates for now, and the regret replaces it as he looks up towards the other as they leave the bar.
"It doesn't exactly great, but I've had worse, though. I'll be okay."
With a thick gulp, he looks down at the ground as they walk. Fortunately, it's a bit easier to do now that he's beginning to sober up, but it makes the shame sit heavier in his gut.
"I'm..."
The words are at the tip of his tongue.
I'm sorry you had to come get me. I'm sorry Lily's alone at home. I'm sorry I messed up.
But no matter how hard he tries, they're not coming out.
"Can I... Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want to be alone."
Charles opens his mouth, but thinks better of it as he takes in what he can see of Drowsy's expression. He's seen the man petulant and he's seen him unspeakably angry, but this is something else entirely.
The question he'd posed holds water, though, in that Charles isn't nearly as physically affectionate as Drowsy prefers (nothing he's said aloud, granted, but Charles isn't stupid). He's said many times that he can leave if he's dissatisfied with him-- what does it mean, then, that Drowsy never has?
The cigarette between his fingers is put out. Charles sighs, and uses his clean hand to brush Drowsy's fringe back from his forehead.
"Spending time with you like this is unprecedented in our world, that's all," he says. Truthful as always. "We aren't kids any more. And any hint of betrayal would...
"I don't know how it is with you, but Ba would have my head."
It's impossible not to melt into the delicate touch as Charles's deceivingly gentle fingers remove the strands from his features. As much as Drowsy wants more from the other, he knows he'll only get moments like this.
And, for now at least, it's all he needs.
"It's not without expectation," Drowsy admits in a hushed voice. Turning his face to look up at the other once more. "Though, it's an expectation that I'm more than certain won't pose a problem. My father expects that should you reveal anything, I bring it to him. I know you well enough to know that you'd never be so stupid as to reveal anything of import."
There's a soft glint in his eyes, admitting the I wouldn't be here if it meant you'd get hurt that he can't say out loud.
Drowsy nonchalantly takes the cigarette from the other and moves to lay his head on Charles's lap.
"Is that what you call this? Collecting intel?" he purrs as he stares at the glowing tip of the stick. "I know we might not have any labels or expectations, but I thought this was at least something more personable."
He takes one more drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs as he offers it back before letting it out in a sigh.
"For the record, there is plenty that I do on my own. I may be a bastard, but there's a reason my father acknowledges me as his son. I'm quite capable of pulling my weight, you know."
Immediately, Charles feels a sense of dread stirring in the base of his stomach. Drowsy's weight would be welcome on any other occasion-- he's not proud of how welcome it is, either-- but the notion that his father would be aware of them has Charles shutting his eyes just to calm himself down.
"...did you tell him?"
Whereas his earlier comments could have been construed as teasing (inasmuch as Charles is capable of teasing, which often coincides with being an asshole), his tone now turns serious.
"About us."
Drowsy can't help the slight huffed laugh that puffs out of his nostrils. "Would there be anything for him to know?" He all but bites back. Just getting time alone feels like pulling teeth, let alone getting any sort of genuine affection from the younger man.
His hand falls upon his chest as his head turns to stare at the wall opposite Charles, hoping the other doesn't notice the wounded turn of his expression.
"No. He doesn't about us." A beat. "I would never let him have that over you."
