living on borrowed time

"Have you seen a little girl? Short, black hair? Just turned seven last month?" Harrold Mason Father | Writer Survivor l o s t in the f o g

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nummistempus, formerly known as lostinfogandoblivion

also slowly attempting to get back into rp

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He’s laughing on the inside.

And there may be a slightly smug expression on his face.

“You okay there?” He asks quietly.

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Okay, that was embarrassing. Harry climbs to his feet and straightens himself up. He meant to do that, okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... wow." Did he just 'wow' about this?

"I'm okay. Thank you." Thank you for that kiss, sweet mother of heaven.

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Harry stares. He forgets to breathe.

He just got a kiss.

He just got a kiss from that blond man.

His lips are tingly.

And suddenly he's on the floor.

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"Look, I know it’s not safe to go into condemned buildings, but I swear I saw Cheryl go into one, and I have to find her."

      “Who’s Cheryl?”

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"My daughter." Harry wasted no time pulling out the photo. "She disappeared, and I'm trying to find her."

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At what time does a duck wake up? 

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At the quack of dawn!

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"I don’t think you understand what you mean to me."

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James is perplexed by Harry’s touches and how almost starved and needy it feels, like he’s desperate for the touch of another.

"Mr. Mason…"

He blinks before smiling almost nervously. “Okay… Harry it is.” He corrects himself as he touches Harry’s forearm. “Right.” There’s a nod that follows. “Listen… You can stay in Bluecreek Apartments as long as you want. It may not be much… But you can’t die out there.” His gaze drifts to the side but he does let go of Harry’s forearm until he realizes that perhaps he’s touching this man for far too long.

"Besides… " He releases his grip on the other man. "You have a daughter… You don’t belong here."

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Harry returns the smile shyly. Oh, god, he must be desperate. Everything about him is infectious, and Harry can't ignore how warm James is. And the kindness. The kindness gets to him, it moves him.

The grip on his arm is like fire, and he lets his fingers linger a little on James' sleeve.

"Thank you, James..." His smile doesn't fade. "Well, I know I can't leave until I find her... and when I do... well, we'll see." He clears his throat. "In the meantime... are you hungry? I feel bad for imposing... maybe I can cook you something?"

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You should have stayed there with Alessa. Until the end. It would've been the decent thing.

I... I had to leave with Cheryl. I couldn't stay...

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RIP OUT MY MUSE’S HEART IN 1 ASK.

Go serious, go dark, go full out heartbreaking. PULL AT MY MUSES FEELS

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RIP OUT MY MUSE’S HEART IN 1 ASK.

Go serious, go dark, go full out heartbreaking. PULL AT MY MUSES FEELS

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good night kiddies

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✧Chiyo✧: On a related note 'hi horny, i'm dad' is always comedy

The conversation has nothing to do with this blog, but it was relevant in its own way

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finickyplotbunnies replied to your post:finickyplotbunnies replied to your...

TEN YEARS AGO WE WERE IN HIGHSCHOOL!

I KNOW RIGHT

FUCKING HELL I'M OLD

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'don't write a lot of smut' he says. says the guy who used to KEEP ME UP TO WRITE HIS SMUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

YOU KNOW WHAT NO ONE ASKED YOU THAT WAS LIKE TEN YEARS AGO

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((You don’t write a lot of smut? Coulda fooled me.))

It should be mentioned that I spent at least five minutes avoiding any term for the penis. And I don't write a lot of smut. Once every six months I vomit up something naughty. It is my gift. My curse. Bi-annual word porn.

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IT’S OK I DON’T WRITE SMUT AT ALL BUT WOW I WAS JUST RED IN THE FACE GOODBYE WORLD

Oh. Well. VICTORY.

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dON'T LOOK AT ME

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"I don’t think you understand what you mean to me."

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He shrugs. It really wasn’t that big of a deal for James, but nonetheless he smiles back at Harry. “No problem, Mr. Mason… I’m sure you would have done the same thing for me too.” Though he sort of recoils when Harry places his hand on his shoulder, the smile doesn’t leave. “Besides —” there’s a pause as his smile fades. “We survivors have to stick together… safety in numbers, after all.”

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"Please." His hand moves down to James' bicep, giving it a thoughtful squeeze. "Call me Harry." His smile lingers as well, and falls just as James' does. "Of course. Safety in numbers."

It's bull, honestly. Harry knows he can survive alone, and he knows James can, too. So what is it that keeps drawing him to this strange blond? Is it the kinship of surviving Hell?

Or is Harry just this starved for company?