Wondering how the hilldane reincarnation au is going…. I am thinking about Them recently :,)
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i'm so TICKLED you asked!!!!
they're realizing they've been reincarnated (for the first time)
They politic and yes sir Whittle out the door, and when it’s finally just them alone in this grand penthouse apartment Andy turns to Eddie again with a look of abject wonder on his face. Full of something needy, something starved.
It’s been nineteen years. And to them, it’s only been a day since they both died.
“You stay right over there Skip,” Eddie points a finger warningly. There’s paint under his nails, instead of mud. Or blood. “You get too close I’m gonna jump you again. And we’ve got things to discuss.”
“Yeah,” Andy says, sounding younger than Eddie ever got to know him as. “Yeah. Eddie. Fuck.”
“Fuck,” Eddie agrees, loping over to Whittle’s impressive liqour collection and digging through the fine glass bottles until he finds something perfectly rot-gut whiskey-colored.
He doesn’t know where Whittle keeps his whiskey glasses, so they pour a fingerful or two into a pair of fine china teacups and retreat back to Jim’s bedroom. Because the subject matter they were about to discuss was impossible bordering on blasphemous, and entirely impossible
Leo looks beautiful in the light, all honey and straw. But it’s the man wearing his skin that Eddie has eyes for. Picking out familiar gestures and quirks that reassured him that they might be in a different uniform, made of flesh and bone and blood, but it’s still them.
Eddie shoots his whiskey back, Andy sips his like it was lemonade.
“So,” he says when the burn stops seizing poor Jim’s lungs, “We ain’t dead.”
Something seems to shudder through Andy and Eddie realizes for all he’s been cursed with the unknowing, Andy’s been shouldered with something far worse.
“It was quick, Skip,” he says quietly, “Felt like goin’ to sleep. Bit of pain like a hot poker and then I was wakin’ up in goddamn Jersey City.”
