#crimsonwarlock

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Intermission

[Closed starter | @crimsonwarlock]

Text msg: Where are you? I’m free for a bit. If Tommy’s with you I can wait.

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Not Your Kind of People

[Closed Starter | @crimsonwarlock]

They had been watching the parties on television, even passing by and experiencing flashes, bits, and blips of Mardi Gras. They had heard the cheers and laughter, and who could resist? It sounded like an absolute positive riot. Signs and banners everywhere, names plastered on walls, quotes, and pictures dot the walls and banquet tables. There are seats but hardly anyone sits, the music loud and reverberating through the young mutants bodies. From the get-go, they don’t fit in, but Tommy knows they rarely do; it ceased to bother him long ago. 

He puts his hand on Billys chest, whispering against his ear as he brushes against him.  “It’ll be fine. Trust me. I’m the fastest guy around here, princess.” Tommy grins, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “If you don’t like it, just give me a sign and I’ll whisk you outta here so fast you’ll think you warped reality, yourself.”  His promise is solid, warm. With that assurance, Billy walks with him into the party. Letting Billy get comfortable, they stick together until a few boys pulling silly stunts distracts Billy enough to blend in. 

Tommy smiles and goes to get a beer from the kitchen, skirting bodies as they roll and bounce to the music. The mansion is cramped, smells of teen bodies, but it’s not so bad. He’s snagging a beer from the fridge when he picks a cigarette from someones jacket and lights it before he stands in front of the fridge before the light even comes on. Two beers. Plucking them out he exhales the smoke, slow, slow for him at least, before he walks around. All humans save a few mutants. 

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@crimsonwarlock ​// sc.

“What’s the matter with you? You look like you’re getting some bad news or some shit. No, they’re not home.” Lance snapped, leaning against the doorway of the Brotherhood home. 

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Prep time!

{ Continued from | Closed opener with @crimsonwarlock }

He listens to the other, the man IS hours early, but Tommy had news of it already; he’d seen to that already this morning on his run. 

“It’s alright... I’ve already set up that he’s having breakfast on the veranda. It’s made tableside with a bash of shit to pick from. He’ll never notice the time.” As he speaks he sets his hand over Billy’s chest.  “Breathe. I’ll lead until you gather yourself. You know I got you.” he assures, his free hand around him on his hip as he sidesteps behind him. “Already looking killer.” he hums, hoping the compliment will distract him enough to coax a breath into his lungs.

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Make your muse!

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Tagging: @crimsonwarlock @chxotic-mxgic @thequeensson And anyone else that hasn’t done this; I’m usually late to the party.

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Doing too well.

{Continued ask | Closed w/ @crimsonwarlock}

“That’s- Billy....” Tommy can’t help the whine that comes from his mouth, fussed that they can’t be themselves in the halls. Puffing he pushes his fingers through his hair, unable to keep himself from chuckling as Billy mimics the ‘guards’. “Can you imagine one of them trying to tell us to stop or ‘Refrain from entering this room’.... I’d lose my shit. I got half a mind to dismantle that gun and leave it at their feet in every damn piece I can rip it into.” 

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crimsonwarlock replied to your post: "I know he's hard on you." Hands resting on his...

“I think the objective is to train you to not hit them.” Billy pressed a kiss to the top of his brother’s head.

Grunting he only accepts with the sugar-sweet kiss to his head. “He doesn’t exactly bring them up softly. He pushes hard against me...”

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"Keep breathing, you'll be fine."

“If the war doesn’t kill me -” he pants. “Gramps will with this training– I didn’t miss that last wall, Bibs… I slammed into it…”