39 + camairi? or 39 + ship of your choosing bc it's a good prompt either way and i'm interested to see what u would do with it? 👀
So I went feral and wrote for me and @jupiterjunebug motw ocs Koz and Thatcher lets pretend this didn’t sit in my inbox for a Year
“Having a bad day and the other noticing”
Koz sat bolt upright in his bed. A cold sweat stuck to his skin. He felt around blindly for his phone. He pulled it to his ear, he needed to hear his voice, some assurance that what he’d just seen wasn’t real. He could still smell blood.
“Please tell me I didn’t kill you.” He whispered into the phone as it rang.
Thatcher picked up, voice groggy, “Koz? What- what’s goin’ on man?”
“Are you alright?” Koz asked, panic in his voice.
“Huh? Yeah, I- I’m fine man are, are you good though? You sound a little freaked.”
“I just uh-” He blushed, “it’ll sound stupid if I say it out loud.”
“Broo you know I hate when you do that negative self-talk shit!”
“Sorry sorry I just, I had...a dream.”
“What happened?”
“It was NASA again, when I- when I had to shoot Laurence.”
“Shit.”
“Except, it wasn’t Laurence I had to shoot…”
Thatcher made a go on noise,
“It was you. So I woke up and, and had to make sure you were. I had to make sure you were okay, I told you it was stupid.” Koz feels the shame burning in his cheeks, what kind of grown man couldn’t tell reality from a nightmare?
Thatcher made some small noise Koz couldn’t quite identify on the other end, “Dude, dude it’s not stupid. You’re not stupid.”
“Sorry I woke you I just, I needed to hear your voice,” Koz said meekly.
“You want to grab some coffee in the morning? You kinda sound like you could use a friend.”
“That- that would be great actually Thatcher, thanks a lot,” Koz said, his voice softening at the kindness of the offer.
“Of course, you’re my friend. I want to make sure you’re alright.”
“Yeah, friend,” Koz muttered, leave it to him to fall for a straight man once again.
“Well, I’ll uh, see you in the morning?” Thatcher offered.
“Looking forward to it, sleep well, David.”
“No one ever calls me that,” Thatcher said with a bit of tenderness in his tone.
“Yeah well, I think we’re at least on a first-name basis by now right?” Koz asked with a chuckle.
“I sure hope so, I don’t go around killing gods for just anyone!” Thatcher laughed.
“That was, that was for me?” Koz asked softly dumbfounded.
“I mean, yeah I- when they knocked you down like that I just. I saw fuckin’ red man.”
“I had no idea…” Koz trailed off.
He could practically hear Thatcher shrugging casually, as if killing a god for a man was something one did all the time, “Well now you do, and I’d do it again if I had to.”
“Here’s hoping you won’t have to till after we get our coffee tomorrow, see you around nine?”
“It’s a date! I mean- not a date date but like, I’ll be there? You know what I meant.”
Koz ignored the sting in his chest, “Yeah, yeah I know what you meant.”
