i don't know how you house the sin

@sidrourke

"I will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all I have, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own."

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Chaol blinked once in surprise, he’d expected…anyone else to disturb him, not someone like her. “Uh…” He cleared his throat and looked behind him and then at the familiar woman in front of him. “No. Sorry. It’s uh… Chaol, actually.”

“Pleasure. Y’need her? Cause it’s not a problem if y’do. We’re…done.”

Chaol? Again, there was something familiar about him– but she still couldn’t place it. “– ‘m Sid,” she said, if only for politeness’ sake, stopping short of a handshake. “I, uh– yeah.” She cleared her throat and pursed her lips, still trying to place him.. “I seen you before?” Gods, but where?

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“Savage. Should have beat ‘im up.”

“What can I say, violence ain’t always the solution.”

“How’ve ya been?”

“Thanks.”

Gently, she kissed the top of Tiana’s head, her palm rubbing warm circles between the younger Killjoy’s shoulder blades.

“–– No problem, shug.”

FULL MOON / Marlon & Sid

“When he’s around,” Marlon gave reluctantly, shooting Sid a suspicious glance. She looked as obnoxiously kind and worried as she always did. “We don’t exactly see eye to eye.” He didn’t exactly know why he was talking to her about this. Maybe to see how she would react. Maybe because – now that Rizzo was gone – there was no one left to convince the rest of the gang that he was all bark and no bite, and should be allowed to stick around. Marlon felt a twinge of annoyance towards the missing ex-leader, hating him for his idiocy and for being gone. He had relied on that idiocy. Now he had to convince someone else that he wasn’t as bad as everyone (correctly) assumed he was.

“Both of us were at the store for a while,” he continued, spearing a piece of carrot with his fork. “Of course, it didn’t last very long. Frankie has a bit of a temper.” He stuck a piece of broccoli as well, but ate neither. “My little brother got himself kicked out, trying to fight me. I told him to come back, but by the time he got settled at the lab he no longer wanted to.” The brunet frowned down at his plate and laid the fork down, glancing at Sid.

“You want this?” He lifted the plate towards her a little bit, letting her examine it, should she wish to. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

From the store to the lab – that was a radical change, from what she knew about the two gangs. She didn’t say anything about this brother of Marlon’s; just nodded at his explanation instead. It made him seem.. more human, the whole... having a family-thing. Less like he’d just stepped out of the shadows one dark evening, fully formed and with snark ready at the tip of his tongue.

The meal looked lukewarm, and not particularly appetizing, though she was sure it did its job – probably why he didn’t want it himself anymore. If it hadn’t been for the slight nausea she felt after her nightmare, she might have said yes.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Sid said, mouth closed as she smiled at him, her full lips pulled up in earnest despite her declining his offer.

"See ya," she said next, taking a step towards the hallway, intent on trying to fall asleep again.

#p: full moon #marlon #wrap?

“Maybe someone forgot them here.”

“Probably.”

“.. Corbin, right? How’re you settlin’ in?”

“–Sorry, were these yours?”

“I thought they were free game. My bad.”

“Oh– I was gonna ask, ‘cause.. they’re not mine either, ‘n I stole one earlier.”

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“Please, tell me this story ends with you gettin’ ‘im back. Cause if not, it’s a shit story.”

“– I pulled his pants down, so the rest of ‘em could see, too.”

#keagan #revenge on someone who flashed her no doubt

FULL MOON / Marlon & Sid

“Sure.” Using his fork, Marlon shifted the food around on his plate, looking for any one bite that looked tempting enough to eat, while simultaneously cooling the dish down a little. “I used to have a dream like that when I was younger. Before–” Before I killed my father. “Before Frankie and I left home.”

Sid hadn’t asked him for an explanation, but he decided to give it to her, anyway. Thinking about it, he found he hadn’t talked to anyone in quite a while, and he actually found himself wanting company. And out of all the Killjoys, who better? The blonde was actually tolerable, carrying around more than just a couple of lonely braincells bumping around between her ears.

“After our mother died, my father used to get drunk and beat us,” he explained, no hint of emotion in his voice. He didn’t pause for her sympathies, only continued on before she had the chance to say something, or make any kind of apologetic noise. “I used to dream that he would kill my brother while I watched, and then come for me. I always woke up before he could reach me, but knowing what was going to happen was enough.” The brunet speared a piece of meat with his fork and ate it, chewing and swallowing. “I’ve probably had the dream a few times since we left, but not for a couple of years now. The old man is dead, either way.”

He made it clear, the way he always did, that he didn’t want her to say anything, but it was hard - she knew goddamn well she had a bleeding heart, the kind that urged her into sympathy, no matter how unwanted. Marlon Presley was a beast of a different kind: hard to handle for someone like her. It’s got to be visible on my face, she thought to herself, feeling the tense line of her own mouth; Sid doing her hardest to keep herself in check.

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” Subject change? Subject change. “You keep in touch with him?”

#p: full moon #marlon

“Anythin’.” Sid was someone she’d never encountered before in all her years of living, there had been no one who cared as much about her as the blonde seemed to do– easily, too, like breathing. Her old gang had cared, of course, had taken care of one another, but Sid’s kind of caring was different, more akin to something Tiana had only heard about and seen, much less experienced herself. “Sid…?”

"Alright.” Soup was easy to get down, and it would warm Ti up – if they were lucky, the bread was defrosted; a luxury Sid was willing to spend on the younger woman. She got more and more lost in her thoughts, going over mentally what they had in their mess of a cupboard, when hearing her name snapped her out of it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, hang on, I’ll get it.”

Chaol grabbed his gun on the way to the door. “What th’fuck y’want?” He didn’t bother to open the door just yet.

“.. I take it Rika’s the one here, ‘n not Yumi.”

His hair was mess: just how Rika liked ‘em, in contrast to her sister, who preferred women. “Wait– I seen you before? You're not, uh, Johnny, are ya?” If he was, she was surprised he was around, though it would explain Yumi's absence – last she'd heard, there'd been some incredibly inventive use of a spoon as a weapon. Then again.. she'd never met Johnny, just heard the (cringe-worthy) stories about him from Yumi, who’d declared him as her least favorite out of all her sister’s ‘friends’, and the guy in front of her looked familiar, though Sid couldn't pin-point it.

Tiana would never see them again, she knew that much, but she didn’t comment. She was so tired and her head was stuffy, body aching like she had bruises all over.

“Am I gonna die?”

“No,” Sid said, her hand stroking Tiana’s forehead. “Not yet.”

They were outside Sid’s room, and she already had her battle plan ready: it might be a dirty move to play, but bribing Tiana with food or sweets tended to work. “You gotta eat somethin’ if you wanna start gettin’ better,” she began, “so what d’ya want?”

Tiana wasn’t much of a fighter. She was never good in a fight unless she had a bat and surprise on her side, so when Sid picked her up, she went limp and surrendered. “No.” It was weak, not much resistance on her part, but she felt like she might as well try and let it be known that she did not approve of this turn of events. “I wanna see them.”

"You’ll see ‘em soon enough, babe. You just gotta get better, first. They wouldn’t wanna see you get sick ‘fore you go see ‘em, would they?”

She tried to keep Tiana as steady as she could while she carried the younger woman, heading for her own room rather than Ti’s. Last time she’d gotten a peek at it, it’d been a mess, so taking care of her would be easier if they were in Sid’s.

“It’s my way of saying you don’t seem like a total fucking idiot.”

“For the record… you don’t need to do my laundry to get a free pass into my room. There are other much more fun ways to go about that.”

“Wasn’t doin’ it to get a free pass to get into your room, Tray.”

FULL MOON / Marlon & Sid

Leaving a moment of silence in between Sid’s question and his reply, Marlon took the pan off the heat and turned the stove off, pouring his dinner onto a plate he had prepared on the counter. It wasn’t anything special – a beef and vegetable mix that came in a can with some type of unidentifiable sauce, but it wasn’t all bad going down. At the very least it would fill his empty stomach.

“Since you felt the need to ask I’m assuming you won’t take ‘I’m hungry’ for an answer,” he drawled lazily, his voice low. Turning to face the blonde, Marlon leaned against the counter with his back against the wall, plate in one hand, fork in the other. “The long answer is I won’t have to cook for anyone else, I won’t have our resident little Bird hanging around me with an ugly pout on her face, and I won’t have to socialize with anyone who annoys me. And it’s the only time of day here when it’s usually quiet.”

The brunet pierced a piece of carrot with his fork and brought it to his mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing. His brown eyes fixed on Sid when he was done, a thick eyebrow rising slightly. “Your turn.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Kept havin’ bad dreams.” As much as he was a member of the gang, even Sid – who did her best to care for all of them – couldn’t deny that the thought of confessing what her nightmares were about to Marlon seemed.. unpleasant.

There was just something about the guy that made her feel wary, and yet she found herself talking; the shivers from before still running down her spine, making her crave company, at least for the time being.

“You ever have one that keeps returning? The kind where– even if y’know what’s gonna happen, you can’t change a damn thing?”

#p: full moon #marlon

Tiana looked from the blonde to the door miserable and cold despite the layers she had on. “M’already sick.”

She was a vault, sealed and buried, unable to talk about her old gang, not willing or able to move past it. She went for the door again. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Nuh-uh. Not until you’re better you don’t.”

She’d been scrawny before she joined the gangs, but years out in the desert had done Sid good. Heavy lifting – crates of food, bags of weapons, tech parts – meant she was stronger than she looked. Picking up Tiana wasn’t hard, not with how light the younger Killjoy was; Sid’s arms around Tiana’s middle as she lifted her away from the door. “Bed rest until you’re good enough to actually go out on your own again.”

“Fine.” Adrian shrugged.

“Just not right now.”

“Do it soon, then.”

“I’d ask what ya want but… it’s probably just to be in my presence. Must be pretty fantastic.”

“So thanks, blo- Sid.”

“Blondie doesn’t really fit for you, does it?”

“– ‘f that’s your way of askin’ if I prefer my actual name, you’re on the right track, Tray.”

“’cause I do prefer my name.”

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