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Whoops! January 29, 1943.

Photo: Weegee via Int'l Center of Photography

#vintage New York #1940s #Weegee #snow #snow scene #slipping on snow #taking a spill #New York winter #snowstorm #January 29 #29 January #Jan 29 #29 Jan

WHERE: marcus' and ravi's flat WHEN: january 29th CLOSED for @marcusemilio

It was the world's quietest drive home -- a feat, really, for a car with Ravi Reyes in it.

Usually, his favourite part of an event is reaching the end of it; toeing his shoes off on the ride home, exchanging gossip with Marcus about whoever else was there, knowing he'd have his husband all to himself again for the rest of the night. Today, the atmosphere isn't the same. This time, they get in the car in complete silence, and there's a fog of hopelessness between them that Ravi feels himself choking on.

They're both fine. Jessica's fine. It should be celebrated. And yet, Ravi can't shake the mental image of his husband's blood dripping off a poker table, limp body slumped over it, Jessica's deafening screams in the air. He can't shake it off -- the image weasels its way into his brain every time he blinks, every time he takes a deep breath, every time a song ends and another starts playing to fill up the quietness between them. Ravi is pretty sure they haven't ever been this silent since they met.

It's not about the silent treatment, not really. He just doesn't know what to say, or what to do. He's fucking terrified, he's angry, he's upset, he's devastated, but he knows whatever he is feeling, Marcus must be feeling tenfold. He was the one who had to pull the trigger. Still, his face looks carved out of marble as ever, stoic, impassive, a mask covering up everything so well that Ravi doesn't even know where or how to begin peeling it off. He stares out his window for most of their drive, and swallows down the tears and the arguments every time they try to bubble up his throat. He bites his tongue until it hurts, and he keeps it together.

At some point, he reaches for Marcus' hand and holds onto it like a lifeline until they're home. He has to let go to leave the car.

He waits until they're inside their home to speak up, and by then, his voice feels alien between them, eerily loud despite how uncharacteristically quiet his tone is. "Hey," he calls, finally looking up at Marcus. There's emotion that threatens to spill again when their eyes meet, a knot in his throat that threatens to make his voice wobble, but he's too stubborn to let that show. They've only turned on the kitchen lights upon entering, the rest of the flat still sitting in the dark. The all-consuming silence stretching all across it. "Talk to me."

#c: marcus #the way that i asked u if marcus was driving and then didnt specify in this anyway #welp #LETS GOOO MARVI PAIN BABEYYY #29 jan #me: im gonna find the perfect gif #me after 30min searching: random stressed avan jogia giif it is

29 January 2021, Dublin

#29 Jan #dublin #nerosunero

quando i miei amici vengono da me per consigli sulle relazioni a me viene un sacco da ridere perché io non ho mai saputo neanche gestire le mie di relazioni, quindi perché amici, spiegatemi

#pensieri #amici #consulenza di coppia #relazioni #diary #j-ilinx #29 jan

WHERE: cheltenham racecourse WHEN: january 29th CLOSED for @kittym

Ravi loves events, and anyone who has ever bumped into him in one of these things could tell you that. He likes playing dress up, he likes the wine and dine, he likes the compliments and the frivolous small talk, but shit. He does not like the fact that someone always had to keep pulling him away from his spouse. It is expected, of course, that the very pillar of the family has business to attend to before they can find any chance to enjoy the day in peace, and so off Marcus goes, to manage things in a back room somewhere. It's only fair, of course, because Ravi was the one who was a hot commodity last time, barely a week ago, at the Truce Anniversary. It's fair, and it'd be childish to pout about it, but it still feels lonely, somehow. The ring on his finger is a comforting presence, a weight that he doesn't feel anymore, reminding him they'll always be connected no matter what, but. His heart just feels a little heavier today, for some reason. The sky is bright, the birds are chirping, the weather is pleasant -- he feels like things are eerily calm.

But, weird feeling in the air or not, he can't take everything as a bad omen and stay inside, so he lets his spouse go, and he searches for the nearest family member to occupy his mind with. It's easy to spot Kitty, because despite her minuscule stature she still stands out anywhere, and he saunters over with a sigh ready on his lips. "Your cousin is gonna give me a headache today. Don't ask me why, I just feel it," he grunts, takes a pause to sip from the glass of water he's been nursing before he opens his mouth again to clarify. "My spouse, that is. That cousin of yours. Although I wouldn't put it past any of you to stress me out, too." There's laughter already easily bubbling out of his throat, though. A moment within the presence of familiarity and his whole chest already feels filled with warmth. He reaches for her hand, lets his fingers arrange themselves into the spaces between hers, and hopes she won't question why he feels the need to hold on tight today. "Who's worst dressed? I already have an answer."

#c: kitty #29 jan #me using knowledge of the event ooc to write ironic foreshadowing into my threads? more likely than u think

WHERE: cheltenham racecourse WHEN: january 29th CLOSED for @aliciarowes

Ravi has already spotted her hours ago, soon after he's gotten there. The name is burned into the forefront of his brain, weighing on his tongue, Alicia. He won't forget it, even if he wanted to -- and, to be fair, he has tried to. It's not like he's spent every waking moment of the past week thinking of her and the fact that she knew his parents, he's a busy man with things to do in his weekdays; but every time his mind had been vacant, the memory popped up. It festered somewhere from the base of his skull, weaved vines of poison around his head, and he ended up thinking about it far more than he wanted to. What did she know? How much?

He's tried so hard to keep his parents distanced from himself, ever since he was kicked out. There's a thick wall he built between them, a defence over the years so that he wouldn't even be tempted enough to cast a glance every once in a while, nothing. And here he is, over a decade later of blatantly ignoring his glorified sperm and egg donors, and some red-headed lady with a terrible fashion sense decides to mess that up for him.

Approaching her feels like giving in, but he reminds himself that the battle only exists in his own mind. His chin is held high, his eyes peer down at her from above, and he doesn't offer any greetings. "How are you everywhere? Who are you with? I have means to find out, but I'm playing nice."