i was always weirdly drawn to charles and sir as a kid and wasn’t totally sure why but it turns out i was just gay
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i was always weirdly drawn to charles and sir as a kid and wasn’t totally sure why but it turns out i was just gay
A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS » THE MISERABLE MILL
lumbering:
“Of course it was! I know what I’m doing!”
Snorting out a cloud of smoke as he takes in the sight of his partner’s flustered distress, Sir rolls his eyes but rises with the china coffee cup in hand, prepared to humor him. “Now you’re being silly, Charles. Here. Hold this.” Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Charles, a hand beneath his in order to hold the cup up high enough, he undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, attempting to dunk the starched collar without removing it — it’s an awkward position that soon becomes nothing but elbows and irritable fumbling. Plenty of water sloshes onto their shoes and blotches the front of his cream-colored waistcoat.. With Sir, though, it’s always been the ends and not the means. Undeterred, he relents only when he’s pried the piece of gum away. “There!”
Sir unbuttons his shirt, pink creeps down Charles’s neck, and he tries very hard to be still, to not lean in. It is a convenient gesture (the modest undressing), as Charles is beginning to feel fairly warm!
His voice squeaks (like the rubber sole of a shoe on a freshly cleaned tile floor) on his first word,
“Is all this really necessary? I don’t know if it’s worth the trouble. What’s a shirt and coat and tie or two?”
lumbering:
It’s an apt analogy. There’s nothing even remotely mousy about Sir, of course, but the warmth, the soft bits…
Those, yes, are rather like little rodents, always tucked away in deep corners and crevices, glimpsed rarely, if at all. Blink and you’ll miss them. Charles turns towards him without remark. Fleetingly, Sir studies his expression, then plucks his empty coffee cup off the corner of the desktop and reaches up to tip the handle of the kettle with a fingertip in order to fill it. His partner’s tie, still hanging loose around his shoulders, is tugged away with a brisk swipe and dunked into the hot water. An impatient moment or two and a bit of fumbling later, he pries the wad of gum free and plunks it into the cup before handing the tie back to Charles, triumphant. “Didn’t I tell you?”
He drapes the gum-free tie around his neck, careful not to let it touch any of the surrounding pink spots.
Charles’s head tilts to the side, then nods, and his eyebrows arch up in thoughtful admittance.
“Well, turns out I was wrong. It was a good idea, after all. If not a smidgen wet.”
He considers their next plan of action. His face blooms into a rosy red.
“But what about the rest? I can’t take my shirt off like my tie I’d-- I’d be-- shirtless! Not to mention silly looking!”
STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME
episode 005-008.
‘hands up!’
‘how else do you think i got in here?’
‘drink. it’ll calm your nerves.’
‘i knew he was alive.’
‘don’t look at me like that.’
‘you’re not gonna like this, but i think you need to seriously consider the possibility that all this… it’s in your head.’
‘the stupid radio kept going in and out.’
‘it’s like riddles in the dark…’
‘i’m here as long as you need me, okay?’
‘how are you holding up?’
‘can we talk? alone?’
‘you need to leave.’
‘you being here… you’re just making things worse, like always.’
‘look, i’m on your side.’
‘take that down. it’s inappropriate.’
‘can’t he just, you know, outsmart the bad guys?’
‘sometimes the bad guys are smart, too.’
‘i’m gonna get you some new crayons.’
‘you want to go out there.’
‘we might not find anything.’
‘this is a terrible idea.’
‘you could tell someone, but they’re not gonna believe you.’
‘i’ll tell her when this thing is dead.’
‘we were wondering if you had time to talk?’
‘science is neat. but i’m afraid it’s not very forgiving.’
‘i’ll take care of this, alright?’
‘funny, right? they keep doing our job for us.’
‘it’s a shame what they’ve done to this family.’
‘do you even understand how a compass works?’
‘i hope that’s not meant for me.’
‘listen, i’m really sorry. i mean, even before you threatened me with a baseball bat.’
‘i was a total dick.’
‘i’ll call you later.’
‘you never cared about him!’
‘get out!’
‘you need me here.’
‘you’re a mess!’
‘maybe i’m crazy.’
‘you ever shot a gun before?’
‘he made me kill a rabbit.’
‘i cried for a week.’
‘screw that.’
‘i told you not to call me.’
‘even after everything that happened, i don’t regret any of it.’
‘do you think she’s acting weird?’
‘how far?’
‘is that okay?’
‘turn back.’
‘just hold on a little longer, oaky?’
‘don’t take it so personally, okay? i don’t like most people.’
‘you know, i was actually starting to think that you were okay.’
‘she’s trying to sabotage our mission.’
‘just leave her alone!’
‘fresh blood.’
‘it’s not safe.’
‘they bugged my place.’
‘this whole time, you were right.’
‘she used us!’
‘she’s like a stray dog!’
‘screw you!’
‘for all we know, it’s her fault.’
‘what is wrong with you?!’
‘why would you do that?!’
‘i’m not nine anymore.’
‘you’re worried about her?’
‘would you just shut up?’
‘do you want the lights off or…?’
‘couldn’t sleep?’
‘every time i close my eyes, i just keep seeing that thing.’
‘you wanna go back out there?’
‘it seems to hunt at night, like a lion or a coyote.’
‘i can’t believe she didn’t come back.’
‘she said it wasn’t safe.’
‘i shouldn’t have yelled at her.’
‘all of you were being a bunch of little assholes!’
‘she didn’t mean to hurt you.’
‘i’m not spending my time on her anymore.’
‘i’m going to the gate.’
‘don’t be frightened.’
‘they’re just here to watch.’
‘whatever it is, it can’t hurt you.’
‘it’s reaching out to you.’
‘don’t turn away from it this time.’
‘are you lost?’
‘mouth breather.’
‘you know you have to pay for those!’
‘you may have seen him on the news.’
‘i told you, you’re wasting your time.’
‘what matters is that he’s your best friend.’
‘i call bull on your logic.’
‘you read any stephen king?’
‘the doctors all say it’s a coping mechanism.’
‘what’s the weirdest part? me or the bear trap?’
‘uh-oh! she looks upset…’
‘you don’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?
‘kick his ass!’
‘only love makes you that crazy.’
‘you’re dead.’
‘i know you did something to me.’
‘i’ll cut him right now!’
‘that’s right! you better run!’
‘she’s our friend and she’s crazy!’
‘you come back here and she’ll kill you!’
‘i’m sorry…’
‘i’m the monster.’
‘you saved me.’
‘still pretty?’
‘i’m happy you’re home.’
‘the bad men are coming!’
‘they’re on us!’
‘that was – awesome.’
‘friends don’t lie.’
‘why is he wearing handcuffs?’
‘i wanna see you in my office.’
‘what happened to her hair?’
‘we want to help him.’
‘do you have any idea where he might have gone?’
‘this place is like a fortress.’
‘you’re sorry? that is not good enough.’
‘you act like you’re all alone out there in the world, but you’re not.’
‘a psychotic child broke his arm!’
‘she doesn’t even look like a girl.’
‘the cops should just lock him up forever.’
‘for once in your life, shut your damn mouth!’
‘you never even liked her because she’s not miserable about you.’
‘she actually cares about other people.’
‘you gonna fight me now, too?’
‘this is an emergency. do you copy?’
‘we know you’re in trouble.’
‘if you’re there, pick up.’
‘we can protect you and we can help you.’
‘this is our government. they’re on our side.’
‘maybe this is all a trap and the bad men are coming to get us right now!’
‘is that my dress?’
‘i can’t find them.’
‘how do we make her better?’
‘i can find them.’
‘i have a science question.’
‘do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks? specifically how to build one?’
‘why are you keeping this curiosity door locked?’
‘we’ll be careful.’
‘it’s not gonna snow next week, is it?’
‘i don’t want you anywhere near this, alright?’
‘i’m gonna find him. you gotta trust me on this.’
‘what did she even eat?’
‘she really likes eggos.’
‘i knew you were acting weird.’
‘no more secrets, okay?’
‘from now on, we tell each other everything.’
‘you’re a very brave girl. you know that, don’t you?’
‘i am gonna be there with you the whole time.’
‘if it ever gets too scary in that place, you just let me know, okay?’
‘gone.’
‘we’re right here.’
‘don’t be afraid. i’m right here with you.’
‘i’ve got you.’
‘it’s okay. you’re safe.’
‘you’re okay.’
‘you tell him i’m coming.’
‘hurry.’
‘you did so good…’
‘i’m gonna find him.’
‘i wanna finish what we started.’
‘i want to kill it.’
‘let me out!’
‘i want to save them.’
‘i can’t do that. not without your help.’
‘i know who you are…’
‘i know what you’ve done.’
‘now you’re asking for my help? go to hell.’
‘did i stutter?’
‘i know you went a little too far this time and you messed up in a big way.’
‘you really messed up, didn’t you?’
‘you’re just a junkie.’
‘they’re probably just sucking face somewhere.’
‘where’s the girl?’
‘nobody’s ever gonna find out about this.’
‘you’re gonna leave them alone.’
‘this place had nothing to do with it.’
‘i want you to slow down your breathing. take deep breaths.’
‘just breathe…’
‘stop talking.’
‘this is crazy!’
‘in case you forgot, we’re still fugitives.’
‘the bad men are still looking for us.’
‘she’s kind of a badass now, so…’
‘i’m just gonna go get some chocolate pudding.’
‘you need to leave.’
‘did he do this to you?!’
‘i’m not asking you, i’m telling you – get out of here!’
‘is that – is that gasoline?’
‘put the gun down.’
‘will someone please explain to me what the hell is going–?!’
‘this is crazy. this is crazy. this is crazy. this is crazy! this is crazy! this is crazy!’
‘are you insane?! it’s going to come back!’
‘come on, you son of a bitch!’
‘go to hell, you son of a bitch!’
‘it has to be dead… it has to be.’
‘i found the chocolate pudding!’
‘what’s “putting”?’
‘she can make you whatever you like.’
‘my point is, they’ll take care of you.’
‘this will charge your battery right up, i’m tleling you.’
‘they found us.’
‘she’s just drained…’
‘there’s more blood.’
‘she’s barely breathing.’
you want her, you have to kill us first!’
‘eat shit!’
‘you’re sick, but i’m going ot make you better.’
‘bad.’
‘the bad man’s gone.’
‘promise?’
‘is it dead?’
‘no more.’
‘goodbye.’
‘he’s not breathing–’
‘i love you more than anything in the world.’
‘i need you to wake up now.’
‘just breathe. breathe.’
‘you’re okay…’
‘you’re home.’
‘you’re safe.’
i made you a new mixtape.’
‘be careful with him.’
‘it’s dead.’
‘we made a new friend.’
‘she has superpowers.’
‘something is coming.s omething angry.’
‘whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s not it, is it?’
‘it doesn’t make any sense!’
‘he farted.’
‘you’re like a little girl!’
‘i didn’t get you anything.’
‘can i open it?’
‘did you give it to him?’
‘no more snooping.’
‘it’s fun.’
well, you know what we do with TRESPASSERS, don’t you, charles? ( ind. SIR of ASOUE! )
i was always weirdly drawn to charles and sir as a kid and wasn’t totally sure why but it turns out i was just gay
lumbering:
“Good.” Eventually, Sir’s gaze flits to the side, dragged from the desktop by the whistling kettle — it lingers briefly on the set of Charles’s shoulders. He’s as oblivious as ever, uncertain what it means, but even so… “… I didn’t think you wouldn’t have.”
A long drag from the cigar, another wispy puff of smoke that muddles away his expression, and… —is he hesitating? At first glance, it doesn’t seem as though he is. There’s no trace of uncertainty in his expression. His tone certainly isn’t weighed, but regardless, the silence seems to linger just an instant too long. “You’re reliable. You’ve always been… reliable.” At least the inflection seems to be warming, if gradually. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Charles won’t face him. He’s afraid if he moves, if he turns to look him in the eye, something inside Sir will hide like hungry house mice. He doesn’t want him to hide. He doesn’t want this openness--as wide as a kitchen floor to mice--to feel threatening.
Sir! Charles tells himself to say, I don’t know what I’d do without you either.
But the kettle shrieks.
“Ah. Kettle’s ready.”
Charles picks it up off the stove and now, finally, spins towards Sir.
"I'm not wearing that."
FOUR WORDS || starters ✕ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ
“Put it on, Charles. You’ll catch your death!” The rejection of the garment folded over his arm seems to have genuinely perplexed Sir. At least one of the suits in his closet is a metallic dark green, though — the fact that he sees nothing wrong with it should, perhaps, be taken with a grain of salt. A beat passes, marked only by a long, ponderous look at his partner’s little frown.
“… Fine! Take this, then.”Plucking at the buttons of his own overcoat, he shrugs it off and promptly settles it around Charles’s shoulders, warmth still trapped in the folds of the heavy cashmere.
lumbering:
As soon as Charles vacates his seat, he reclaims it, settling in and tapping the end of his cigar against the rim of his brass ashtray. In the center of his desk, an open ledger waits. The dwindling numbers are nothing he wants to continue looking at. Sliding his fingers — the ones not tangled in strands of gum, of course — beneath the heavy front cover, Sir snaps it shut (Rather forcefully) and shoves it into his desk drawer. For a moment, then, his expression falls flat, smoke puffing across the empty desktop as he grasps at straws.
“… You took care of that business with the coupons, didn’t you? And, ah… the locks? You checked the locks?” He’s already sure of the answers to his questions, but asks them nonetheless, seeking the diversion rather than attempting to dispel doubt. Charles, more likely than not, will see through the clumsy segue.
Charles is tending to the kettle, his back to his partner. The drawer slams shut and Charles’s face droops in all the sad spots (his mouth, his eyes, his chin). He wishes Sir would talk to him about his feelings instead of hiding them away in desk compartments and fireplaces. Sir sees none of this longing. Except, perhaps, in the small fall of his shoulders, timbering over like oak trees. But, unlike a chopped down oak tree, Charles’s spirit rises back up. He gives a funny little nod.
“Yes, I have it all sorted. Just as you asked.”
emotionally cold character: i don't do relationships
pure cinnamon roll character: *exists*
emotionally cold character: shit
lumbering:
“Good! Don’t look at me like that, then.” Saying as much is beside the point now, though -– the startled, faintly-terrified expression is gone, having given way to something else entirely. Satisfied, Sir releases his grip on his partner’s shoulders (Actually lifting both his hands requires a bit of firm tugging, thanks to the gum) and steps aside.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Put the kettle on.”
After one savoring moment of sitting in Sir’s office chair, Charles springs up and grabs the kettle beside the stove which is all conveniently located behind his partner’s desk. He flicks the stove on and places the kettle atop it. He turns to face Sir.
“Ah, rightio. Won’t take but a moment for it to heat up.”
lumbering!:
“No, no, no. No burning! Absolutely none! We’ve had more than enough of that around here!” A trace of his good humor returning, Sir casts Charles a look that might actually approach amusement, his veil of smoke still obscuring the subtler nuances of his expression. Poking the end of his cigar back into his mouth, he claps his hands down on his shoulders, gum and all, and squeezes in some approximation of a reassuring gesture.
“Charles, you know I wouldn’t hurt you. Don’t you trust me?”
Charles’s shoulders melt into Sir’s grip. If Sir holds onto him for much longer Charles’s body may become softer than the chewing gum. He lets out a relaxed and yielding sigh.
In a sentimental tone:
“Sir, how could you ask a thing like that--I trust you. I trust you with everything.”
lumbering:
“Then December! January! Whenever it’s cold enough to make it stick forever!” Sir thrusts the glowing end of his cigar into the empty air for emphasis, then, heedless of his gummy hand, folds his arms over his chest with a sideways glance at the stretchy pink strands, brows furrowing thoughtfully. He needs to offer up a solution of his own to their sticky situation, he knows, but… well, to be completely honest, he’s a bit stumped.
How do you unstick a tongue from a lamppost? Yes, his logic is becoming completely tangential. No, he doesn’t seem to have realized just yet. “… Melt it. We can melt it.”
His eyes open wide--shocked, and slightly terrified--he begins in a high pitched tone:
“Melt it?! But couldn’t that burn me?”