#brotpants

[ediopologiist]

✥ - for both Jack and Danes? (I'm far too lazy to log onto danes)

For Brotpants:

Holes — Passenger :)

For Branes

Enough To Go By — Vienna Teng

[ediopologiist]

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Gilgamesh said, “Your price is too high,

such riches are beyond my means.

Tell me, how will I ever repay you, 

even if I gave you jewels, perfumes, rich robes?” 

Brooke sat on across the monopoly board from Jack, staring, unblinkingly at the game pieces scattered across the board. She’d just landed on one of the most expensive pieces of real estate- and Jack owned it, and had dumped about three hotels on top, for that matter. 

Her gaze shifted to the pile of money, a measly amount, that she owned, and she heaved a great sigh.

"Ugh, I hate chance games. You win." 

She cleared the board of her pieces, her mortgages, and her money, and turned them over to Jack. 

[ediopologiist]

ooc: I just realized, Jack and Brooke are pregnant at the same time

[ediopologiist]

Jack arrived at Brooke's place as fast as he possibly could. He had gotten that text from her, and knew he had to see her. There were some things better discussed in person. He knocked on her door. "Brooke, are you here, it's Jack..."

She opened the door quickly, surprised. Brooke had no idea why he’d shown up so soon. She was munching on a monte, looking no worse for wear, considering she was quite sure her secret was safe from Jack for now.

"…Jack." She blinked and let him in. 

[immortally-woundedarchive-b-blog]

/cause asks are too short/

Brooke had thought she'd heard something. Jack had fallen asleep on the couch and she'd stayed awake, as usual, per her lack of need for sleep. She'd heard something that sounded like a soft sob and had gotten up to see what the matter was. Her hearts hitched in her chest. Jack was sobbing. Downright /sobbing/ in his sleep. Albiet quietly, but that didn't make it any less painful. She crossed the room quickly and sat on the edge of the couch, taking his hand and then threaded fingers through his hair. 

She stroked a thumb across his cheekbone, hoping to soothe him. Her fingers came back wet with tears. Brooke bent and heaved Jack's head into her lap.

"Shh, hey- it's okay," she murmured, "It's okay, Jack." 

Jack couldn't even remember what the dream was about, if it was even about anything, but he remembered the crushing sadness. It was a vaguely lucid sleep where he knew he was crying, but was powerless to stop it or to wake up.

He was finally able to wake up when someone-Brooke, he realized after a moment-took his hand and started comforting him. 

He opened his eyes carefully, still shaking a bit. "S-sorry...I...I didn't mean to wake you, Brooke..."