come on, radio sunshine!

ARTHUR ARTIE WYATT. 30. pirate. " perhaps it is holy, the tableau i find myself in / perpetually finding the pieces of myself in mosaic tiles and paintings / of these things / of the lover / destroyer and destroyed. "

[radiosunshine]

geoaksoy​:

          for once ,      at least in a while, george’s immediate reaction to arthur is not a quick response of irritation. for better or for worse, they were all in this together. what exactly they were supposed to do now was unclear. keep fighting …   it was harder to justify now, but geo saw few other options.  ‘  you think he’ll be up for it ?  ’  he sighs. he can tell himself he’s innocent, geo thinks, somewhat cruelly though it is a lash out of a feeling of needing defense, he’s just a cook.  ‘  we weren’t even here.  ’  a desperate attempt to push off blame.

“He’s a charmer.” Arthur thought that St. John was charming, quick, and sweet—all essential things that you’d needed to be a voice on the radio. Stutter be damned, he was a great talker, and Arthur liked his voice, whether he bit the bait or not. He hoped he did—being drunk of your ass wasn’t great radio, and crying about the crash was going to be devastating. “And I hope so. Come on, rockstar. You want me to fix you up something that’ll get your ass back down, or do you want something to raise you from the dead?”

[radiosunshine]

leodesai​:

“fuck.” was all he could offer, scrubbing a hand over his face wearily as his body reluctantly adjusted out of the comfort of sleep. “party’s always better when you’re there - what’d jules need you for?” he asked idly, as an excuse to talk and keep his eyes shut more than anything, but by the time leo squinted them open and noticed the look on artie’s face, the question was forgotten and he propped himself up on his elbow. “what’s wrong, art? you look like you’ve seen a ghost… i don’t look so terrible do it?” he attempted a joked, but suspected the time was past for one.

He doesn’t respond to it, but sits down next to Leo, a tenuous smile on his face, brushing some stray hairs off of Leo’s brow. “Nah, just sort of horrible.” It’s not much, the reply, but he does laugh a little at that. Arthur was at least happy that Leo hadn’t woken up yet, the bad news trailing through the ship like bolts of lightning across a metal rod, but he couldn’t stay asleep forever. He wasn’t going to tell them, though—Arthur didn’t have the heart for it. “D’you drink some water, at least? I know how you get with a bad hangover.”

[radiosunshine]

leodesai​:

leo had been utterly legless by the time he’d gotten back to the ship and been dumped into his bed by whichever kind soul had babysat him on the way home from the mainland. “oi sunshine. c’mere a sec.” he called, voice low and raspy, as he saw the shape of artie passing his door that he’d obviously forgotten to close last night. “what time’s it?” leo managed, flopping back down on his pillow and rolling his eyes back into his head. “and where’d you go last night at the party? was lookin’ for y’.”  — @radiosunshine​

Dry streaks of tears were on Arthur’s face, barely able to comprehend what had happened with Juliet and Liza and the fishing vessel, before Leo called. There was something there, a poised Sleeping Beauty’s awake with his grin, but frankly, Arthur really didn’t have the strength to say anything. Not after all of it. “Night after next, Leo,” he replies, the small smile on his face looking hollower than he felt. “Had to help Jules out, and you and Geo had it locked down; you really didn’t need me to keep the party going.”

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geoaksoy​:

        it’s a combination of a hangover ,      and the strange ache that the news has produced, that leaves geo hunched over the galley kitchen’s table, rubbing his face as if he can press hard enough to make things go back to normal.  ‘  what the fuck …  ’  he half whispers, only really talking to himself.        @radiosunshine​

Arthur hasn’t stopped crying for a long time, more man than tears, with the events leading up to this. He’s been shell-shocked, the thought of the accident on their heads, injuries because of them chilling his blood so thoroughly. “I think I have some vodka back in my—” He looks at Geo, forlornly, “Well, I don’t have it in me to still do the bright and shiny morning show. Think I’ll get the Saint to cover me.”

[radiosunshine]

piratejuliet​:

Juliet buries her face in his chest, trying not to get her tears on his shirt. But it’s useless, she can’t contain the sobs that wrack her body, “I think my mom might be dead.” The words are hardly audible, squeaked out through hoarse vocal chords. “I think she’s dead and I missed my chance to say goodbye.” 

There is nothing in him, he thinks, except tears and horror when she says this. The silence of the night leaves the dread in him growing, and Artie—Arthur holds her as tight as he can. A small recompense for her pain. “God, wait, no. Do you want to—” He looks at his words, and takes a step back, trying to find a way to make it not hurt. “Juliet. Do you want me to come with you to visit? For—for your peace of mind.”

[radiosunshine]

laureyhill​:

laurey’s first instinct was to shut him down completely. the words were almost on the tip of her tongue, ready to be spat out at him. but she held back. maybe it might be nice to sit and talk for a moment. just a moment though. “i…uh…sure, sure if you would like to come. can’t say it will be as fun as it is out here though.” she said heading outside. 

"That’s the spirit, eh Kid Wonder?” He brings over a beer for her, if she’d ever want it, smiling all the while, and tripping a little on his feet. Good thing that they were free and clear with the drinks—would’ve been embarrassing if they were going to have a chat with nothing on. “Something on your mind or you just hanking for a cig?”

[radiosunshine]

piratenpc​:

         ‘  don’t look at me like that,  ’      she says, waving a hand as if to physically push away his comment.  ‘  i needed your help one time. and it is a laugh, artie  !  or it would of been if someone didn’t find the box with all of them. i thought maybe you moved it.  ’

“No, I didn’t, Li.” He rubs his temples, trying to understand what the joke was, a little scared of what might happen when Juliet finds out. “I—I understand if it’s one letter. Even two, but the letters? Plural, letters! I didn’t even know she wasn’t getting them all! That’s a right mean joke, you know.”

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piratenpc​:

         ‘  yeah, yeah  ’        he says, and to an extent he listens, though the size of his swallow is still a little questionable. he waits for a moment, taking it in, and then nods in approval.  ‘  not too rough,  ’  the pretty good he wanted to say halted before it reaches his lips, knowing from practice exactly how he’d fumble.  ‘  yeah, well, i heard you managed to take a decent haul from that other station too, so we should b..  – should b..b-e decently stocked until j and j figure this out, right  ?  you’re right though, make the most of it.  ’

Artie’s right! Now that was cause for celebration—though the pleasant heat rising to his cheeks is celebration enough. The alcohol was doing its job and he was basically drinking like there’s no tomorrow, and with his luck, maybe there wasn’t! God, that was depressing. Artie takes another swig, sighing heavily. “The wine was absolutely fucking criminal. I don’t know where Silver Linings got their vintage but I had half a mind to call the my old sommelier for a replacement! I had bad vintages but that was—and the sherry was barely fit for a Baked Alaska.” Artie laughs, a bright thing before shaking his head. “Sound like a posh git but that’s what the upbringing entails, I suppose.”

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piratejuliet​:

She looks up at him, and her eyes flood with shame. After standing, she hastily trying to wipe away the tears at her eyes she sniffles and turns away. All her attempts to try and hide the fact that she was crying are futile, and she knows it. But the attempt at composure at least gives her something else to think about for a moment. But then, her shoulders fall, and through a hoarse voice she manages, “Yes, I would.” 

Artie hugs her—a good proper hug that only made you feel like you were being held, and he thinks about the box that Liza had asked him to move and his guts roil with worry and guilt once more. “What happened?” He doesn’t know, exactly, what was happening, but even he could read the room. “Nasty fan letters? Want me to burn the buggers?”

[radiosunshine]

leodesai​:

gibson.

Artie brightened a bit at that, the little piece of affirmation that Leo had managed to give himself; at least between them, they could be honest now. He missed this. At least he could tell himself that now, without any hesitation left. “And here I thought we were having a moment.” He laughs, a small one, trying to break up whatever emotion was left in his chest. “It was, though. But now I have to deal with you upstaging me in the charts show, so I think I got the short end of the stick here.” He put down the beer and gives him a look, warm and radiant as the day. “I think—I think I need to head back. Sleep off the booze. I’m going to be late tomorrow otherwise.”

“i was talking about before. when we were… well, us.” leo chuckled, quietly amused by the wires crossing. “but you’re right, there’s not much use in sitting here and getting wet-eyed about what used to be.” what’s done was done, even if there were nights all leo’s dreams were about the cozy flat above the bar and the smell of artie burning breakfast in the next room. “i’m always the main event, sunshine. you know that.” he answered in his usual slow drawl, a teasing smile curving his lips. “sleep well. you can blame me for your headache in the morning.” 

END.

[radiosunshine]

piratenpc​:

         ‘  i’ll be discrete,  ’        gareth offers reassuringly, though he’s pocketing the information as valuable given the statement. there might be something there.   ‘  ah, yes. fascinating really.  ’   he trails off for a moment but then makes his choice,   ‘  i should probably find my way back to the deck, and you should find your fans   ?   those who haven’t met you before.  ’

Arthur gives him a small smile then—genuine and trusting, and nods.”Ah—yes, right. Do enjoy the tour, my lord,” he replied, his nerves ebbing away. “If you need a drink or five, just holler.  He doesn’t know what else to do except leave and swallow the fear that’s been building in his chest for the past few minutes. Lord Gareth was here, and Arthur was going to be fine. He had to believe that; he’d go crazy thinking about it otherwise.

END.

[radiosunshine]

piratejuliet​:

“Stiff upper lip?” she questioned, her voice incredulous. She stared up at him with eyes filled with disbelief. “No, no. That’s not good enough. I have to get to work.” 

"Jules—” There’s a sigh on his lips, threatening to escape, but he can’t really think about this, not with the hangover growing in his temples. “Don’t overwork yourself, yeah? If you need anything, even a bad joke, just holler.”

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piratenpc​:

        ‘   so …   ’        liza tries to read the answer in his face before she even asks the question.   ‘   did you move the box   ?   ’        @radiosunshine​

Coming out of the drink, Artie looks at her and shakes his head. “No. I’m—I thought this was one letter Li! For a laugh and a prank, not—well, I don’t know. What’s in the box?”

[radiosunshine]

piratejuliet​:

@radiosunshine​

normally, jules wouldn’t cry in public or in an area where someone could walk in on her. but since opening the letter she felt frozen in place. heavy in her chair she sat her head in her hands and her elbows on the table, sobbing. the torn envelopes splayed in front of her. 

Artie looks at Juliet, alarmed at what just happened—and then he sees the envelopes, hundreds of them in front of her, and he feels so guilty, the little black thing of hate running up his chest. “Ju—Juliet,” he says, afraid of what she might say. “Do you—do you want a hug?”

[masonsgooding]

DAVID CORENSWET as “Jack Castello” in Hollywood (1x01)

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laureyhill​:

“does drinking more ever help someone really feel better?” laurey asked. she wished she could be as cheerful as artie was. that she could just turn around her mood so quickly. “i think i just need to sit outside and smoke for a minute. maybe i’ll feel better.”

"Personal experience points to a definitely.” He was dipping in and out of the night, the yo-yo of being drunk and sober vaguely exhausting him to a point. “I can—I can come with. Don’t get to hang out with you enough. I’m not the, um, smartest but I got a good ear for stuff. Came with being a bartender.”

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tcisco​:

           he scoffs.   julian’s used to pet names.   call him handsome,   darling,  baby——    whatever pleases you,   but juju sounds like a name taken straight out of a children’s book.    he supposes that speaks of the current state of artie’s brain. 

❛   mags is lousy as shit,  ❜    julian agrees.   he takes another sip of his drink and looks at artie,   ❛  now what’d you bestow upon our poor old geo ?  ❜

Artie flashes a grin at Julian and shrugs. “Rockstar!” It’s very apt, and honestly, to Artie, he still is with the charisma and the tunes and the way he carries himself. He still doesn’t understand why Geo doesn’t like it. Maybe he could ask! But last time wasn’t... great. Yikes.

“Don’t—uh,” he whispers, though it was basically a stage whisper at this point. “He doesn’t like it when I say it. But he is! Sparkly and shiny and a rockstar! Why? Isn’t Juju good? I could think of something else to call you!”