#butcher answer.

[monstyrious]

@wihlted sent : { roadside } : our muses pull over to the side of the road to have sex / butcher

one hundred miles. it's not a lot by the standard he's learned to set in american terms, but it's still over an hour. ten miles in, she'd started looking at him funny. twenty, her hand had found his thigh, which he'd taken into his own grasp only for her to slip it out again and sigh. it's thirty miles in that it clicks.

and even that only comes because when he glances over at her to see what all the movement is about, she's pulled her legs up towards her chest, partly spread with the fabric of her skirt dropped down into the divots of her hips so her little hand can perch between her thighs. panties have been pushed to her knees, their soft pink color a flag that has him looking in the rearview mirror so he can weave off to the side of the road.

once parked in the divot near the treeline off the backwoods highway, william is leaning over not to intervene, but to watch, one hand on her knee after pushing her panties further down towards her ankles so he can spread her further.

"deeper," he mutters in that gruff tone, shifting his hand from her knee to the back of her hand, nudging it so that her fingers dip further into her cunt as he instructs. "fuckin' gorgeous," is whispered after the quiet squelch of her wetness moving around her digits.

[monstyrious]

@wihlted sent : snuggles in lap for whoever

there's not an ounce of hesitation when serena comes sloughing towards him to put down the newspaper, let his legs that had been propped up on the edge of the second cot next to terror come down to give a stable shelf for her to crawl into his lap. william sets the paper down, arms wrapping loose about her form with one hand on her head, the other on her shoulder already letting his thumb rub over the peak where the strap of her bra pokes out from under his undershirt on her frame. he says nothing, only lets her take up space in silence, looking down at her visage to try to gage what's running through her brain.

[monstyrious]

@serpentpawn sent : “Must you swear so much?” For Butcher, unprompted.

there's already offense in his tone, in the way his visage twists and scrunches to show off every single wrinkle he has ever earned. "since when do i look like i give a fuck 'bout how ye feel 'bout the way i talk? last i checked, ye talk how ye wanna, and i do what i wanna."

[monstyrious]

@queensupe sent : did you two have a nice chat? - butcher

"why don' ye jus' ask what ye really mean to?" he's been skirting back and forth between the little apartment complex two streets over and the flatiron almost daily for the last two months, but now this comes up. he can't be positive why, but he has suspicions he won't pin to the wall just yet.

but he's on his way out there again, now.

and he's not waiting for maggie to spit out what he's certain she's implying, 'cause that takes time away from where he wants to be over where he has to be. "yeah, i'm with her."

[monstyrious]

@wihlted sent : if you'd rather be with her, then just tell me. / butcher

it isn't even an argument. not a discussion, nor a conversation. it's silence, and then that, coming from where she stands not far from where he's perched on the edge of his desk in the flatiron. twenty floors up, and he'd been staring out the window to the ground below, farther away than he'd like to admit.

he hadn't seen nelrathe that afternoon beyond a semi-familiar figure skirting through the skies, but serena had fully crashed into the drake. on their way to her practice, on a day that had been fine until that point. and now, hours later, she's finally giving up what's kept her silent since.

william pushes off the desk, his attention immediately on her as the words start to leave serena's mouth. if you'd rather be with her — and he's on his feet, stepping towards her. then just tell me — and he's speaking over her to try to get her to understand.

"when will ya get it through that pretty li'l skull a' yers that you —" he enunciates the word as unaccented as possible as he places his hand under her chin to get her to look up at him, "— are all i want?" now, he's tipping her so she has to at least work to not look at him.

through this, he's softened more than he already had been when they'd gotten back to the building as the sun had been going down. features follow, thumb gently touching at the front of her chin as he brings his other hand to try to uncross her arms, take one of her little mitts in his own.

"i chose you. i choose you. i will keep choosin' you." he's close enough that if either of them breathes to deeply, it will be the other's breath they take in.

there's a brief moment where he stops speaking, only for his pickup to shift. "d'ye wanna know what i've been thinkin' 'bout this whole time?" there's no chance for her to answer him before he's just giving it, knowing that she needs it. "been thinkin' 'bout how best t' ask ye t' take me t' see yer brother, so i can ask her for a divorce."

william gives her all of ten seconds to process, to assume.

"cause i can't marry you until i cut that little loose end."

[monstyrious]

@wihlted sent : terror is too heavy for her to pick up so she's motioning for william to put him in her lap. open hands, gimme gimme.

with a low sigh that comes off a little more irritated than he intends, william rolls his eyes with a touch more of a playful affect afterward, because if she wants the fifty pound dog in her lap, he's the one that has to do it, which means he has to lift fifty pounds of wriggly dog. which he does, even though he's grumbling about it a bit as he bends down and scoops terror up off the ground and does his best to rest the wrinkly ol' sod in serena's lap.

the whole ordeal is full of grunts and groans from both parties involved in the movement, and once the dog is in her lap? he's perking up those floppy ears and looking off towards the open door leading into the hallway. someone, somewhere, is opening a food packet for themselves, and unfortunately for serena's thighs, terror is on the case faster than a speeding bullet.

[monstyrious]

@blckfckinmsk sent : there is nobody mistaking your guilt for some great sacrifice . (butcher)

arm drags across his face, using his coat to wipe away an amalgamation of blood, sweat and snot that's in equal measure after a fresher dose of v has made everything in his body spike. he doesn't need some brat telling him how shit works. how people feel. he already knows. has known for a long, long time.

sharp gaze shifts to them and lingers as he gets a little closer, terror the huffing bulldog quick in step alongside his laced up boots.

"i don' need some fuckin' li'l punk tellin' me what's what 'bout who they think i am or what nobody thinks a' me on their behalf. got it?"

[monstyrious]

@awkwardcourage sent : i tried getting sober . . . i swear i did better this time . (From martyr Hughie to Butcher)

it doesn't matter.

nothing matters except that right now, hughie is in the midst of what he can tell is at the very least a bad trip, and at worst, the onset of an overdose. no, it doesn't make it any easier to know that if he does pass, he'll be back right as rain soon enough. fuck, he was supposed to be better than this. he was supposed to be fine this time around. he was supposed to be able to protect hughie.

before the younger man gets the words out entirely, butcher is already beneath him, dragging him into his lap so he can check the necessities. pulse, pupil dilation. he's checking both of the kid's arms, finding which he'd used to shoot up this time. the left.

and so, william is doing all that he's actually able.

he cannot call for help. paramedics would figure out who hughie is, turn him back over to vought. he has no real medical training himself. nelrathe can't do anything, and even if she could, she's too far away out there in the world. all he can do is try to keep hughie comfortable until it passes, or he does.

"it's alright, buck. i know." his hand is over the kid's forehead, pushing curls away from his brow by pulling back. other arm loops around the other's front, giving him a solid base to lean on in case the seizures start. "you did real good this time," comes as an offering. because he had. it had been a while since the last time either of them had done anything but the v. "i'm real proud of you. i'll be even prouder when yer clean again after this. yeah?"