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♚ sits ♦ kisses ⋀ stands
♚ he tries to be relaxed, he really does. but when the pen drops in the otherwise q u i e t office from his fingertips; his posture turns into that of one in a drivesuit.
♦ his eyes flutter close, don’t get him wrong, they do; but he likes to see the individual close their own eyes. The process intrigued him to no depth.
^ his t e n d e n c y to slouch comes out on a regular basis, the press of shattered collarbones against his skin a phantom pain now.
"Mister Becket." The formality in how he regarded the Becket was akin to how he spoke with unfamiliar people, not people he knew.
"MacTavish," he regarded in a hum.
What merciful berating he had done to the pen now showed in it's silver features, the coil resounding against his knee as he read over his brother's file for the seventh time..
He licked his lips as his Becket stare skimmed over the paper once more. His frame leaned against the chair heavily.
---- - "What can I do for you."
"Do I know you?"
The Becket stared for a moment.
His hair was different now.
He wore different clothes.
He led a different life.
"No, sport.
No, I'm afraid not."
[ He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he ran a hand through the tufts of orange hair. ]
"I'll tell y'what though, I think I've got one of 'em faces.
The one everyone thinks they know, huh?"
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What is a fear. | Headcanon
Jasper fears that one day, he'll wake up and the Marshall is standing outside his door with a second drive helmet; this time from Gipsy Danger.
"Kiss me quick! "
Jasper padded towards the middle of the other psychologist’s quarters. He had destroyed his own in a volatile fit of anger from an extension of his time away from piloting. The room hardly held any light within, only seeping through a small orange source that was held at the corner of the space.
His head tilted as he observed the quiet man before stepping towards Fallon, leaning over the back of the seat he was upon —-
morality
propriety
the promise of control—— -
it was all lost on him as he pressed his lips to the paler man’s shoulder. It was sharp against the tendons and muscles held against his mouth.
The glenoid, he recalled as his eyes closed. Then the skin of his nape, and found the very edging top of his collar bone when he leaned further forward.
[ ”I’m growing bored, MacTavish,” he mumbled
against the man’s skin. ]
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"Why should I stay?"
His words were blurred.
But Jasper knew what they entailed.
The copyright in the four words.
The rise and fall of his own chest, Fallon’s b r e a t h; was all he could register.
“You— -“
you make me better.
you make me realize what I’ve been w a i t i n g for.
{ You’re someone because of him.
Someone real. Not just calculations. }
The definition of redefining.
I surrender.
He withheld a scoff at the words running through his mind as his hand combed through his hair.
; —- to all the harm you’ve done to him. the crimes you’ve committed in the name of s a v i n g yourself from hurt. to everything he points you to, that reading books cannot.
"————you’re so much more than me," he dragged the hand down his face as he lifted a sigh of laughter.
"And I’ve just…
…I can’t….”
N o m o r e r e a d i n g e x p r e s s i o n s.
“I’ll take you over the exchange of my welfare everyday of m y life.
Because I can’t be anymore selfish than I have already been. I—- - Nothing prepared me for you. Nothing, n o b o d y has ever prepared me for anything besides war.
The war is over, MacTavish.
It’s not ours to worry for anymore.”
"I like when you smile."
"Sorry, what?" she asked, looking up from the magazine. Come visit Honolulu, it said, covered in pictures of gazebos on beaches and birds in trees, hibiscus flowers on fruity, colorful drinks and clear blue waters decorated with a rainbow of coral and fish. The smile had faltered when she realized she'd been caught, but the words made the smile pull at the edges of her lips again. "... thanks," she muttered a bit.
