Another Lucas askkkk- This one is maybe a person who was also in war? Like as a nurse or something though?
I think it'd be a cute dynamic of soldier × nurse lol- Reader is very supportive and helpful- Doing little things to help Lucas get through his day like making him lunch, getting him coffee if needed but also scolding him if he has TOO much and sayings he should try tea instead, helping him eat healthier, and "secretly" finishing some of Lucas' park ranger tasks and pretending to not know who did it- (Lucas knows it's them- Literally no one else would know what all he had to do for work lol)
Once again thanks for reading my ask! 💚
Lucas Cole × War Nurse! Reader.
-Implied to be Fem coded, but written to be gender neutral. Jane Zhao and Eliott are the writer's oc.
A/N: none.
So, you probably met him during the war. Lord help him,he's gotten himself a dumb ass injury because he was fucking around and he inevitably found out. Head Nurse Jane Zhao sent him your way because she was too fucking busy to deal with her knucklehead heart-nephew.
Great, dumb idiot injury plus cute nurse. Just his luck.
But instead of scolding him,you find the situation hilarious, and patch him up. "Please,dont do this again, you could seriously get hurt" "I dont make any promises,Miss".
He might appear in the ward a few more times before he begins to show up with tea/coffee/water for you. He is thankful you didnt rip him a new one like Jane couldve done.
Here's where his interest in you starts. He doesnt really make a move because how the hell do you flirt with someone in an active warzone?.
Jane catches up quickly, and gives him utter hell for it. As always, the loving heart aunt she is!.
If the injury he gets isnt too serious, she'll send him your way. Or she might make up an excuse for you to check up on him. Begins to give you longer breaks in the hopes you go see Lucas. But given the circumstances not much else happens other than Awkard Flirting TM.
When you meet again in Milton-Haven,boy oh boy is he surprised!. He brings you in for a huge, awkard and clunky hug and asks you how you been.
He doesnt talk about much of why he was discharged from the army. Maybe makes up a half lie about it. He mainly tries to keep chatter centered towards you, in hopes to shield you from the WILD SHIT hes up to.
Like clockwork,you two begin your cat and mouse game. You getting treats or drinks sent to your office if you still work as a nurse (Probably in Never Lose Hope Hospital if thats the actual in game name?), you showing up and helping him behind his back.
Might bring him coffee while hes on Firewatch Duty, and Eliott instantly is like "Heyyyy- Who is that?" and lucas getting huffy and flustered, telling him youre just a friend. Eliott doesnt trust it for a SECOND,i tell you.
Lucas lets it slide to Jane one day that you're up here doing your thing, and she begins to PESTER HIM to pick up where you two left off. He plays dumb and says its not the same. Liar, he really wants to try again.
So he might invite you over to the watchtower if its a calm night, or take you camping when somebody else is covering his shift (Almost always Eliott, world's best wingman). He knows you're the one doing some of his tasks for him. "So,was it you that cleaned up the campfire areas?" ". . .No?" "Mhm,sure. Anyway,...Thanks"
In turn, you begin to make sure his first aid is always stocked. You could be in the middle of your shift and Lucas calls you over because he ran out of Gauze and you DROP EVERYTHING (or excuse yourself if thats not your deal!) to go help him.
↳ "Not to look a gift horse in the mouth,but dont you need this stuff more than i do?" "its just some stuff, nobody will find it missing. Plus, you think other nurses dont nab some stuff when nobody's looking? Im putting it to a good cause at least." "oh shush,you-"
He's not good at accepting these favors, but therapy with Desmond does help him a lot.
On that note, he always has something to say about you to Desmond. And his therapist knows from the very first moment that he has feelings for you. So, he pushes the old veteran to get his act together and ask him out.
↳Three wingmans AND COUNTING. Lucas isnt amused.
His work,what hes doing- He doesnt want to put you in danger. Of course he thinks about what could've been if he made his move sooner. If he settled down with you. But he doesnt want to lose you. Especially after he loses Rosemary.
But he cant really help it,especially as more patients begin to show up with what Lucas knows to be " Agent Rainbow Poisoning ". The moment he sees you confused and overwhelmed, he spills the beans. Not even worrying about what if you call him crazy? He knows he can trust you,he knows you before his life went to shit. He has to hope you believe him.
How long it takes you to come to terms is up to you in this scenario. Either way, when you do he knows you got his back.
And when Desmond falls victim to the chemical,You're the first one he calls for help. Suddenly he finds his home turned into an impromptu medical ward with you, and Jane. He knows he has to make his move now.
Maybe not the best time to ask you out- But his life has always been weird and unsual so whats one more line on the tiger's back?
Hopefully you both can find a reprieve in eachother's company, a date or two wont hurt nobody. He'll keep you safe.
->I hope you like it! I had a blast writing this!!
@fisheadz Requested me to write something for Desmond. Enjoy!
-Morning headcannons- "Ugh,who Turned on the sun?"
This Man. This poor,poor Man. He tries so hard,so hard to be a morning person. He really does try but he hates every second of it.
He has accidentally knocked his alarm clock off his desk. He also fumbles to find his glasses and in his feeling around always smudges the lenses. If hes really tired he wont even bother cleaning them and walk around with a weird blurry spot until he has to go to work and look presentable.
He Will get out of bed ,reluctantly,and walk to the kitchen dragging his feet. He sleeps with socks on. His circulation is not the best.
His breakfast is coffee (cream only), toasts. When he was with his wife (I cant for the life of me remeber her name) he ate the ocasional Bacon and eggs. He still does,if hes feeling like it. but its too much work and hes well aware hes slowly drifting into depression.
His toast has butter and sugar on it. He Will never admit It, being a health professional in a way, but he lives off of sugar and caffeine.
He Will make his breakfast, sit on his sofá and watch some sort of documental,reality show or something like that. He rarely watches the news,he doesnt want to wake up to awfulness every morning. (Hes specially avoidant of the news after his wife leaves him,and tonia passes)
Desmond takes half an hour,fourty minutes at most ,to eat breakfast. If he doesnt need to work,then he Will take an hour.
He goes to shower after,make sure he looks presentable and smells nice. He prepares his clothes ahead of time, im talking the night before.
Its worth saying he sleeps shirtless,only boxers and socks. Sometimes theyre mismatched. After his divorce the mistmatching happens more often.
He Will give his guitar a longing stare,hoping he can play some songs tonight when hes back. He usually comes too tired for it. But he still longs for it so much.
But after the shower he makes sure to Keep his beard in check (he trims it once a week) And makes himself another cup of coffee before going to his Office.
Mid-Morning. "Workin' nine to five,what a way to make a livin' "
He Will unlock his Office,and tale a deep breath of the stale air. He loves and hates his job,hes mentally preparing himself for today and whatever it is he has to put up with.
Only then he turns on the light, closes the door behind him and sits on his desk. He leaves the mug on the desk,and theres a ring of spilt coffee. He always covers it when people come over.
He shuffles his chair closer- every night when he leaves he tends to kinda kick it back when hes about to stand up. An annoying habit he cant break.
Then he begins to check his schedule,listen to his voicemail and organize his work and things he needs to do.
When his first few patients come in,its obvious hes still half awake, but most of the timed the patients dont take it personal. Hes so kind (and maybe a little old)
After each session he takes five minutes to rubb the sleep out of his eyes and clean his glasses that somehow manage to get dirty every single time.
Mid-Day- "Is a Salad enough of a lunch?".
He closes his Office for an hour. He doesnt like taking too long,he wants to dedícate most of his hours to people in need.
He is so lazy with making food with the excuse he has "little time". His wife used to help him and have a decent meal ready,but after the divorce he began to eat less healthy foods.
Lots of take out. Sometimes he would eat only a salad or a sandwich. It would leave him very hungry in the hours after. But he doesnt dare to Keep food in his Office,he doesnt want to seem unprofessional.
He also has some serious body image issues.
After his lunch he returns to work.
Afternoon- "Working hard,never hardly working"
Work👏alholic👏
He Will make himself yet another Cup of coffee. And that Will be his fuel for the rest of the day.
By the end of the afternoon his patients notice hes very,very tired,but somewhat happy.
He greets his patients with a smile,and bids them goodbye just the same way. Hes very welcoming,especially with those who never had therapy before,or New patients.
He doesnt notice It, but hes really charming.
When the late afternoon rolls in,when the sun begins to set,he closes up shop but stays for a good few hours with paperwork and schedules. Sometimes he stays too long- his wife would come get him sometimes but after the divorce he stays for a really long time.
Night- "Fly me to the moon,and let me play among the stars"
He comes home exhausted.
He Will make himself a quick dinner while jazz plays in the background. It helps him calm himself after so much of listening to other's problems.
He sings along under his breath. He had grown used to seeing his wife help him and smile at his singing. Hes got a nice voice.
Listens to ella fritzgerald, Louis Armstrong,Frank Sinatra and Many others. Once or twice he would pull his wife into a Waltz. Hes dorky,but he means well.
After that he would sit down on the sofa and eat watching documentals. Play videogames if he was in the mood.
When he comes home early and has a bit of spare time (rarely these days,given he spends too long at his Office to drown out his thoughts) he would sit and play the guitar. Tonia would sit by his side and purr,she loves his music.
He washes his dishes afterwards.
Then,showers.
He picks his clothes for the Next day,and he goes to sleep. Takes little time to fall asleep,always tired.
Rinse and repeat,rinse and repeat.
I hope you like these hcs! I had fun writing them.
Cw:Mentions of alcohol,attachment issues,Scenes that discuss discrimination for ethnic/black hairstyles.
Summary: As part of his ranger duties, Lucas to train as firewatch under the wing of Mr.Eliott Kingsman, it turns out that being stuck woth a Man in a tower for 8 hours Straight makes sociabilization a rule more than a guideline.
A/n: Based,of course,on the game Firewatch:3c,as always if I made any mistake in tackling some of the themes here please lmk. Im happy to change and correct anything in here.
With his cabin all set up, Lucas has finally finished moving in. All the radio equipment up and connected,his things left in the right place and all boxes unpacked.
He takes a deep breath,calmness taking over him now that everything is done. He rubbs his eyes and lets out a tired sigh,moving in is always such a hassle.
--I Need a coffee--He mutters,going to his coffee maker and setting a Cup down. He turns on the machine and puts in some grounded up coffee in the machine.
The coffee maker comes to life with a whirr and sets the pot on its spot. The song and dance all too known to him, practically he lives off of caffeine.
All he can hope is that the dust that hangs in the air doesnt get into his Cup,and if it did that It doesnt mess with the taste of the coffee. He knows he should clean again,but Jesus, its a pain.
Did he even have the right supplies?. Hopefully Homa-Mart can help him out.
The coffee maker lets out a dry chime,meaning the drink is ready. He pours the brownish liquid into his Cup and adds a bit of cream,stirrs it and goes to drink a sip.
He takes in the silence of the place around him, theres barely the noises of nature with chirping birds,rustling of treetops And blushes. Its..peacefull, and he hasnt lived anything like this in a while.
But his peace is disturbed as he sneezes, a loud noise that mightve startled anyone in the vecinity
"Okay yeah,i need to clean up" He thinks with a scowl, going to check his box with cleaning supplies, which is in a corner.
Setting down the cup,Lucas starts to rummage through, hoping he can find something that Will help with dust whilist he drinks his coffee.
Five minutes go by where he starts to Grab a few supplies and gets thing ready to clean up. And just when he was going to get a bucket of water for cleaning,he heard a knock on the door.
--Mr.Cole!--Comes the muffled voice of Sally Witherspoon.--Sorry for the early morning intrusion but theres something you need to know
Lucas sighs,a little annoyed but sets down the bucket and walks to the main door. He checks the peephole and sees that effectively,Miss Witherspoon was there,something under her arm.
He opens the door and smiles politely--Morning,Miss.
--Morning,Mr.Cole-- Sally smiles with politeness. Her Jheri curls falling across her forehead, her dark grey eyes a little tired but kind-- Sorry for the intrusion.
Shaking his head,he answered-- dont worry.What do you need?
-- As part of your ranger duties you'll have to take up the post of firewatch-- she explained,taking from under her arm a file and handing it over to him-- Heres the information you need. Our current firewatch,Mr.Kingsman,Will show you the ropes
--Oh uhm...--He hesitates,not Keen on spending so much time with a stranger--How Many hours exactly?
Sally thinks for a moment,wavering numbers in her brain--About eight hours per day I believe.
His lips purse but he nodds--Okay,good. Uh,i was just cleaning up. So...
The woman nodded--I understand,Have a good day Mr.Cole
--You too,miss--He nodds at her and goes back in,closing the door behind him and walks into his livingroom--fuck me,just what I need.
Just when he thinks hes going to make progress on his hunt for Rainbow, something throws a wrench in his plans. But he couldnt say no,it was his responsability and he might get the boot if he doesnt.
So,he throws the file on the table and goes to clean. Hopefully it helps with clearing his head.
-♡-
In the file theres standard stuff,protocol, uniform, and a list of things that he had to do as a firewatch. Plus the date of when his training would begin , that being Next week.
At least he could take his time to make peace with the fact that hes going to be socializing and stalling his Real motive as to why hes here.
But now his house is clean, and by now midday has settled, so he better make some lunch for himself and get ready for some more work during the afternoon.
Its odd how domestic life has felt since he moved to Milton-Haven, a proper routine, a solid place to rest. It feels both so unnatural and yet so good to have a place to call home, after weeks of living in his van well...everything becomes a good upgrade.
He sits on the couch,lunch long since eaten. Its a nice warm day, summer is both a blessing and pain sometimes, but the constant sunlight and green leaves are a nice sight- Especially to someone like Lucas,who sees the peaceful Beauty in it.
And he also realizes hes getting too attached to this house,to This place. He meant to not do that,this house is has a purpose,and this place just contains something hes looking for.
Lucas hes been trying hard not to get attached to anyone,they can be leverage, and worst of all...
Because doesnt trust himself to not hurt them.
He already has a history of hurting people he cares about.
Whose to say it wont happen again.
Yet speaking of people who he cares for, the loud ringing of his telephone makes him jump from his spot on the couch. A sudden,rash movement where he grips the arm rests and feels like a cat who just got startled.
--Jesus fucking-!--He exclaims,chest drummig with his violent heartbeat. Rapid,ragged breath which barely fills his lungs-- who the hell could it be?!
With anger and a bit of shame at his own reaction, he grabs the phone and answers. --Hello?--He asked,voice a little too harsh.
--And who took a shit on your breakfast?--Comes the voice of Jane Zhao,a good friend of his from the army.
--Goodness gracious, woman!--He chided,voice breaking-- You scared me! I was thinking about stuff!
--Oh thank god I stopped you before you hurt yourself then!
He scowls, feeling like a kid who is getting messed with by an adult. Jane was like his heart aunt, and despite nearing 80,she is his biggest support and bully. A sassy old woman she was.
--What do you want,Jane?--He slump back ln the couch and setting the base of the telephone on his lap. In his voice its clear hes not in the mood for any jokes.
--Oh dont be so sour-- the old woman said with faux concern-- I just want to check in on you
--'m okay,settling in-- he answered, looking out a nearby window,his voice is just a little too heavy.
--Uh-huh-- by the sound of her voice she doesnt believe him-- are you sure theres nothing on your mind?
--The only thing on my damn mind is that you scared me shitless!--He growled,scowl deepening.
Silence. Heavy silence.
Oh shit.
--Jane i-
--Lashing out? Now thats not the Lucas I know--Jane sounds soft, genuienly concerned like the mother she was.
He sighs loudly, holding his nose bridge --Sorry. God,im so sorry. Everythin' has just been...a lot.
--C'mon, whats on your mind kiddo?
God,that stupid nickname still hits him so hard.
Its so tough to hold back his tears,but he manages-- its just- its just...I have to meet the firewatch guy. Hes going to train me and ill spend at least eight hours a day for god knows how much and i...
--Youre scared to get attached?
How does she know him so well?
--Somethin' like that--He answered,trying to act tough and like nothing bothered him
And he swears shes snickering, but he concentrates on the greenery outside his home,past his porch. The grown trees,the green Grass and the blue,blue Sky.
--Well,I understand where you come from--The old woman added,voice softening and cooing-- I understand, especially after...--She clears her throat-- you know everything.
He lets out a grunt,he knows she knows.
But she continues talking-- But take this as a fresh start.
--Im not here for a fresh start
--life doesnt always give you what you want,kiddo-- She answers with a hint of amusement in her voice. He can just picture the small,smug smile on her wrinkled face and the look of playfullness in her old ,warm eyes.--Sometimes it gives you what you need...
--And that is?
--Dont make me say it, lucas--She chided,as if he already knew her answer.
--C'mon,Say it
--Youre not going to like it--Jane answered with a sing-songy voice. Shes playfull but also trying to get her point across.
Lucas is a little tired of mind games,Jane always had a way to get on his nervers--Try me
She lets out a snort,a long snort with genuine amusement. It makes him smile a little--Friends! Friends you stupid crud muffin!
Oh,oh God.
With shame creeping up on him,his head hangs low. His face darkening with blush,well- he got this coming.
--Jane-
--No no,dont "jane" me, young Man!--She chided,voice stern that made him remeber the times his own mom scolded him. It makes his back straighten at the mere memory-- you need Friends,goverment conspiracy or not. You need some Friends and fresh air. Youve got the fresh air covered and now you need-
--Who says I need Friends?--He asked,trying to play stupid. That is until the silence on the other end gives him the answer-- Okay fine,I get it. Point made
--Listen,its okay to feel scared-- The old woman cooed-- And worried,especially with everything that happened to you. But this is something good,dont let it go by
Lucas deinflates,nodding along to the words. Yes he was scared,yes hes worried, but hes acting like a child. He knows this but he doesnt want history to repeat itself,maybe he wouldnt be able to live through that a second time.
--Youre a grown ass Man,Cole. You know that--Jane added.
--I...know--He answered with a sigh--I know but I cant just- just...L-look,What happened to Wh-Wheeeler...I cant go through that again, okay?
--Who says itll be just like last time?--He keeps quiet,unsure of the answer-- its okay to feel fear,but you cant let it define you.
--i knoww-- he sighs and rubbs his eyes-- I know youve got a point
--Itll be fine,kid. I promise.
Lucas knows he can trust her words,shes important to him. She wants the best for him, and shes older so shes ought to know a thing or two. Even in his 50s,Theres still an adult to listen to- or to go for advice.
God,hes really got to catch up with growing up,huh?
--Fine. I guess ya have a Point-- the way he sounds so...deinflated is quite funny to hear. Like a kid admitting their moms right-- Any great nuggets of wisdom? And if you say to just be myself ill actually hang up.
Jane laughs,sounding extremely young in the process--Okay,okay,dont hang up. Just let it flow
--Im hangin' up--he half joked.
--Listen okay! Not much wisdom other than take it easy,just breathe--She added,trying to comfort him-- Im sure itll be fine so long as you dont force anything,hopefully your guide is going to be fun and easy going
--Youre wishing that I get adopted by an introvert?--Lucas joked with a smirk.
--If thats what it takes for you to make Friends? Then sure-- both chuckle at that,and then she continues-- I hope this is good for you.
He smiles,looking down at the floor just a little flusted-- ah,thanks Jane.
--Of course kid- Hey,what have you been up to? Tell this ol' bag of bones. I want to listen to my favorite nephew and his life
The army veteran laughs loudly, shaking his head--Im not even your nephew!
--Psht! Who cares--She giggled-- c'mon talk
--Yes ma'am--he Snickered
And for the rest few hours,they talk and catch up. It feels like a family chat,it warms up his heart and feels...at ease- maybe he just needed someone to talk to.
-♡-
Eventually Next week rolled around, and by monday he goes to the firewatch tower for his first "class", he was so nervous he almost forgot to clip his ranger badge on his belt. Up the stairs he goes,cussing out the ammount of steps up the tall tower-God,he Hates it.
But he does make it up with a little bit of a ragged breath, he knocks on the door and he hears--Who is it?
--Lucas Cole? Im supposed to be trained for.. firewatch?
Under the warm morning sun he all but practically Cooks himself,so he scoots closer to the shade provided by being underneath the overhang of the cabin.
--Oh right! Yes come in--the other Man added-- I was waiting for you
He turns the handle on the door and steps into the cabin, its cold and cool and Lucas cant help but sigh in relief and close the door behind him as he steps in.
Before him,sitting at a desk, he sees a black Man, light brown warm eyes,black hair in locks that are put up in a bun, skin that is a dark taupe brown, wearing a park ranger uniform with a welcoming smile.
And hes visibly younger too,Around early 30s. Which makes Lucas feel stumped.
Oh,God has a sense of humor alright.
--Im Eliott Kingsman,Nice to meet you!--He extends his hand towards the Man,and Lucas goes to meet him with hesitant steps and shake his hand.
His grip is a little weak and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Palms sweaty and a tight lipped smile-- nice to meet you,Mr. Kingsman.
--Eliott Will do-- The other Man answers, voice friendly-- do you mind if I call you Lucas?
The ex soldier shakes his head--Ah no no, i dont mind.
Eliott smiled-- Alright,Lucas. Ready to get started?
--Uh...sure--He sits down with him at the desk and Eliott starts to teach him about firewatch protocol,lingo,and ways to report a Fire.
Lucas is surprised just how military it feels like, things like escape routes for hikers near a possible Fire,how to guide firefighters towards an ongoing Fire.
And also hes suddenly very aware of just how Many Fire hazards there can be, Like fireworks,dry Grass,campfires that havent been stinguished properly...
Its a lot to take in,but he figured he can manage if Eliott gives him a moment. Which he figured he'd do, his instructor has been nothing but the sweetest,most understanding Man. He'd answer any doubts or questions he has,always patient and warm.
--Oh,and You'll need to know how to operate radio equipment--Eliott adds--Do you know how?
Lucas cant help but laugh,a genuine,belly laugh which leaves his fellow Man smiling but just confused-- I sure do,I was a radioman in the war
It seems to click in the other Mans head and he nodds-- Oh,oh right well uh-- Eliott chuckles a little awkard--In retrospect my question seems a little stupid now,doesnt it?
The ex soldier laughs--No,you didnt know. Its alright.
His instructor nodds,still a little flustered--Well,its going to be a long few eight hours,so ill preface by saying this can get boring.
Lucas nodded--I can see how, I'd call it..peacefull.
Eliott chuckled,nodding along--Unless you gotta deal with shithead teens who dont care for rules--He smirks at a memory-- Ive had a few run Ins with unruly teens with firehazards
--Its a small town,im not surprised --The other Man agreed.
--You know,I think the only two teens Ive never had to tell off were the Castro kids
--Lazaro and his sister,right?--the older Man asked,recognizing the last name-- Laz tends to the bar downtown and his sister...--He makes a pause-- I actually dont know much about her
Eliott scoffs out a laugh--Hah,yeah well theyre both good kids. Jerico goes to university, you can usually find her by the lake doing homework. Theyre both good kids
--Id say as much,though I do recall seeing a carving in the old cabin before I fixed it...
--Ah im not surprised,theyre still teens--The firewatch guy added,crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk.--At least their worst offense is vandalism of an old cabin
--Fair enough,could defenetly be worse-- Lucas agreed,nodding along-- They do seem...quieter
--something like it--His companion answered,looking out of the Giant Window before him-- Chatterboxes the both of them,but only with the people they like.
--You sound like youve spent quite a bit of time around 'em --The old soldier puts his leg over his own knees and fiddles with his dogtags.
--Kind of? Jers more of a regular than lazaro. Laz is always working at the bar or studying,his sister comes around here quite a lot. So ive had the chance to talk to her a lot more. I'd say the kids are alright
Lucas nodds, unsure on what else to say about the subject. He turns to look to the blue horizon too, wondering if he'll ever see any smoke in these days of however long his training Will be.
So far,his company has proven to be nice.
--Can- can i uh...ask what made you ta-take this j-job?--There he goes again,that nervous stutter of his.
--Ah Well,my mom always made sure me and my sisters knew Fire safety. My old Man was an actual firewatch,and I have a lot of good memories in this cabin. So here i am,though I do have a degree in wildlife biology
Surprised,Lucas blinks a few times and turns to look at the Man beside him--And youre working here?
Eliott shrugged,a little sheepish--Heres where my soul feels at home. So here I stay
--I can respect that,I like that--He answered with a smile-- I myself always had a thing for tech,hence why I became a radioman
He sees the eyes of his instructor fill with light and awe. Clearly hes got so Many things to ask, but before he ever opens his mouth he seems to settle down as if he remembered something.
--Gonna be honest,I have a million questions but I know PTSD is a thing so I dont want to Open a wound
Lucas feels his chest warm up at his care,he chuckles a little shy and shakes his head--Ask away,I dont mind.
--Just...tell me if I ask something really personal,please?--Eliott sounds so genuienly worried,its endearing.
--I Will,dont worry man--He answered with a warm smile-- c'mon,shoot
--Was...was that a joke?
A snort leaves the old soldier and he shakes his head. His companion sounds so desilusioned and exhasperated--Hah,no. But It could be
--I...--The younger Man hesitates,before shaking his head and shrugging it off--Okay so...how long was your service?
--Around fourteen months...
--Woah,thats uh...a really short service--eliott answered-- no uhm...no offense. Can I ask what happened?
Lucas purses his lips,looking away at the floor. Which prompts his companion to ask--Do you have any buddies back in the day?
Hes met with more silence and the other Mans face of deep discomfort--Oh god,just forget about it,lets change the subject,im so Sor--
The old soldier shakes his heads,stopping him by raising a hand--No-no its alright,dont sweat it. I had my buddies,yeah.
--Oh,thats good--Eliott smiled awkwardly--Do you uh..want to talk about that?
--I uh- not now. --Lucas answered, sounding sheepish--I can say it was uh- f-fun. My- my captain wa-Was very fun to be around..
The younger Man knows better than to ask why he used past tense,so he doesnt. Instead he turns to ask about his love for radio equipment,which makes the older Man light up like a kid in christmas and absolutely infodump about radios and how they work.
Quite endearing to hear and see,so he lets him talk until the end of their shift.
-♡-
Their first few days of his training is quite boring and bleak, mostly conversation and getting to know Eliott. All about his family,his two sister and his retired parents.
Lucas' favorite bit is that all of the mugs the cabin were made by Melanie, one of Eliotts sisters,and that they were a regular gift. They were comfortable to hold,and quite colorful.
And the ex soldier wonders if Eliott can ask his sister to make one for him.
Right now they sit at the cabin,the sun setting over the horizon. The Sky is purple,pinks and oranges that Mingle with beautiful swirls and whisps of clouds that seem to glow with the last few Rays of sunlight.
What a beautiful sight, with the treetops darkening as night takes its place in the Sky. Starts start to appear and they twinkle with ancient,ancient,glee
--Hey,do you see that?--Lucas asks setting down the cup with coffee. He looks out of the Window to a soft plume of smoke,slowly rising from a few miles into the forest.
--Oh fuck me--Eliott muttered,also leaving his cup on the desk and standing up--C'mon,its your first campfire busting
The veteran chuckles--You sound so annoyed!
Quickly,the firewatch grabs two torches and a set of radios--Because I am, im quite sure its one of our usual suspects. I dont know why they still try..
--Kids,Man. Theyre not that bright--Lucas takes the second pair of torch and hand held radio that his instructor is holding.
After that,they march to the source of the smoke, walking through the forest and being serenaded by the cacophony of night insects And their path being lit up by fireflies.
It reminds him of his hunting trips back home, better times he guessed.
--Who are our usual suspects?--He asked to a very annoyed Eliott who walks with authority. He was easily around 5'8, built on the bigger side and he could be quite scary if hes annoyed, the soldier almost feels bad for the kids theyre about to kick out.
He does not want to be on the receiving end of that Mans anger.
--If our luck is as shitty as I think it is,itll be the two shitheads Ethan and Reid. Theyre just stupid preetens who think they know everything
--Have you considered they come by just to piss you off?
--Oh,plenty of times.--The firewatch guy said,voice unamused and discontent-- but its still my job to kick them out
--Fair enough
Eliott turns to his apprentice and squints at him--Youre finding this very amusing and I dont like it
Lucas snorted,trying to play dumb--'M not! I just- youre gettin' so worked up over these preteens!
--Because theyre being walking firehazards!--The other Man exclaimed, turning his flashlight to a twinkling wrapper-- oh just what I needed,theyre littering..-- He picks up the wrapper and hands it over to lucas--Here,be useful.
--Hey!--The soldier exlciamed, a little insulted-- 'M not a walking trash can!
Eliott stops and stops his friend from walking by putting his arm infront of him. Before the firewatch in training can ask whats up,both Hear rustling to their right side, two sets of quiet footsteps and muttered conversation that was too low to hear properly.
--I swear if its those two shitheads...--The firewatch Man grumbled,gripping his flashlight just a little tighter.
The rustling continues to grow louder, the conversation starts to make a little more sense with phrases like "couldve been a bigger fire" and "if anyone sees us around here this late we're in deep shit"
--Okay you two! Out of the bushes now!--Eliott yelled, pointing the light to the source of the noise.
Before them stand a pair of siblings that look quite alike,both with brown hair, heart shaped face and green eyes,both look around 19/20. One is a relatively tall woman, 5'6, gold underdye and a single earring in the shape of a black circle,she wears punk clothes with patches,chains and pins all over them.
The other figure is male,greyish emerald eyes with a cobalt blue color on the underside of his hair. Covered in piercings and tattoos,hes built like a brick shithouse and easily reaches 6'1. He wears all black clothes with a few chains and a choker around his throat,he looks fresh out of an emo convention.
--Why the animosity,Eliott?--Asked the male figure, crossing his arms over his chest.
--Yeah,who took a shit on your breakfast?--Asked the woman.-- Also youre leaving us blind, do you mind?
Eliott sighs with relief and lowers the torchlight-- Sorry,sorry,I thought you were Ethan and Reid.
--Well thats an insult--The woman said with a smirk-- ouch
--As I said,sorry. You know those two get on my nerves...
Lucas stands there confused, littered wrapper still in his hand. The male figure...hes seen him before, Back at the bar downtown. But he doesnt recognize the woman with him, but its clearly his sister,they look too much alike not to be related.
--Uh,Eliott?--Asks the old soldier--Who are they?
--Right! Right...--His companion sounds so genuienly tired and just done with the whole thing-- these are the Castros, Lazaro and Jerico. Kids,this is Lucas,the New ranger
--Evening-- both siblings say, polite smiles om their faces
--Uh,evening--he replied,a little creeped out by The Shinning twins vibe theyre giving off.
--What are you two even doing here anyway?-- Eliott quickly steered the conversation towards the matter at hand.
Both see the siblings look at the floor,a bitter gaze and tight lips filled with grief,sadness and utter rage. But its Jerico who gives them the answer with such disdain in her voice--Our Biological parents called...
And not a second afterwards Lazaro continued-- it was a goddamn shitshow. We needed fresh air
--God,now I feel more like an asshole for yelling at you two-- The firewatch said, apologetic and a soft look of pity in his eyes.
Its...its a deep pity,a sadness and a grief for someone else. Lucas wonders what would make his trainer look so...sad, and the siblings looks and stances just seem bathed in anguish, theyre hunched and hold their body close. Jerico hangs her head low,tucked between her shoulders and Lazaro finds his gaze returning to the Grass.
--Not your fault--Lazaro adds, standing just a little closer to his sister--Anyway, we just saw Reid and Ethan being stupid and scared them off. We were just on our way to report the Fire so yall could take care of it
Eliott nodded--Thank you, I wouldve punted them into the sun.
Jerico snorts,suddenly a spark of joy in her eyes before they return to that sadness--Not that we wouldve blamed you
--You guys can stay around for as long as you need, you know where to find me if you happen to need something
--Thanks, we'll be going Now I think-- the woman says, turning to her brother-- Vamo'? (Shall we?)
Lazaro nodded--Da' vamo' (yeah,lets go)
Both bid their goodbyes to the pair of men and quickly leave,getting lost between the trees and bushes. Which prompts both older men to Keep their route towards the Fire.
Something about the interaction doesnt sit well with Lucas, no 19/20 Year old have any bussiness looking that sad and upset.
--were they okay?--Lucas askes-- the siblings I mean
He sees Eliott deinflate--No,not really--He answered,stepping over a Fallen log.
--You seem to know something that I dont-
The firewatch sighs, there was something in the exhale that let him know it was a heavy subject--So Laz and Jer are adopted,rescued by Raymond and Eryz castro, their previous family were pieces of shit. They still have to Keep contact because of the law, until theyre 21. When the biological parents call up its always a goddamn mess, I promise you those two are totally different when they feel good
--Ive met Lazaro at the bar--Lucas said,following his trainer as the scent of smoke started to fill the air--He seemed so full of life, its weird seeing him like that. And from what hes told me about his sister shes just as cheery as he is...
--They are--Eliott agreed, tone shifting to anger--But their biological family always brings out the worst, I swear if you knew how much of a shit their original parents are...--He sighs, looking at the campfire now merely three feet away from them-- but its not my place to talk about it, its their trauma, not mine.
Lucas understands,its out of respect-- I feel bad for them, its a really nice night and they should be enjoying it by having fun, not feeling miserable
--Yeah,agreed. --The other Man answered, his eyes settle on the flames and sees just how shitty the placement of the logs for the campfire Is. Its a miracle that the nearby Grass didnt catch on fire-- Ill have to check in on them tomorrow, hopefully the walk helps them clear their mind. Cmon,lets put this shit out
They put dirt on it and Eliott throws some water from his canteen once the Fire is merely smoldering ash. But for good measure they bury it under more soil.
Afterwards they return to the firewatch tower, Where Lucas Clocks out and bids Eliott goodbye.
Lucas could relate to the siblings,he didnt have the best relationshipp with his parents either. Especially his mom, but he felt bad for the two kids,they didnt deserve any of this and the sadness in their eyes was heartbreaking.
He also thinks about Eliott,he really liked how much of a big heart he had. He was easygoing and quite nice to be around, and he handled the situation with the siblings quite well- aside from accidentally shouting at them.
Soon hes at home and drags himself to his bed,where he lays down,barely taking off his work clothes. And deep within him hes excited for his Next work day at firewatch, he should ask eliott if he checked in on the siblings- he also wants to make sure theyre okay.
Man,Eliott May be growing on him.
And that scares him to the death.
-♡-
A few days go by with more training and more hours of just talking. He feels like hes back at kindergarten, making his first ever friend- and he would like to say that he does not like that at all...
But he would be lying. God,he misses having Friends so bad. Just having someone to talk to,spend time with someone who is easy to talk to and you dont have to worry about alterior Motives.
Lucas now listens to his instructor talk about his Shenanigans in the forest. Something about how Melanie got stuck in a bush and Eliott went to rescue her.
--Her clothes Got tangled in the brush,I...i think the branches were pretty gnarled-- Eliott explains, braiding some waxed threads,all of them green in coloration in an arrow shaped pattern--And when I went to untangle her and I stumbled on a rock and cut my knee on it.
The ex soldier hisses--Jesus,fucking ouch.
--Yeah well...--He chuckled-- I wouldve done it again, I managed to get Melanie out and I ended up getting a few stitches. It broke my heart to see my little sister cry because her big brother was hurt
--That is adorable-- The Florida Man replied with a warm smile--You three sound really close. Thats super nice
Eliott nodded, tying off the wax bracelet now that it was done--Yeah, its nice. We really liked doing eachothers hair the most,We still do- But we usually do it here since I cant leave my post,not until midnight when im relieved.
--Youre the only firewatch guy?
--Until you came along? Not really,I mean theres one more guy that takes the actual nightshift-- He replied,looking at the bracelet hes spent the last three hours making.--Oh! By the way,here. Its for you
Lucas is totally floored as his hands struggle to hold the bracelet, he is silent for a few seconds with wide eyes- He tries to stutter out a response--Oh-Uhm...I..
--If-if you dont like it...
He shook his head-- no,i Love it- I dont get Many gifts...--He smiled and traced the pattern with his thumb.
--Thats sad...--Eliott admitted,gaining a slight flinch from his companion-- Okay well, since youre Severly starved from friendshipp...
Gently,the firewatch Man ties the bracelet around his apprentice's wrist. Then,he stands up and goes to Grab something.
Lucas follows him with his gaze to a box with a few hairbrushes,hair decorations like rings and beads and a few oil and haircare products
--Actually,Whens the last time someone did your hair?--Eliott asked,hauling up the box with ease. He was built strong,evidently.
--...A while...--The soldier answered,a little flustered and with a string of a voice-- You dont have to-
--C'mon dude,look 'round you-- He gestures at the big Windows all around-- what else is there to do? I mean if you dont want to, I wont...
With a sigh, the older Man undos his hairbun,letting his curly hair fall well past his face and shoulders and contrast nicely against his light brown skin.
--Nuthin' too complicated,or flashy--He answered, slouching a little in defeat and a tiny bit of embarassment.
--Yessir-- Eliot answered with a boyish grin, taking out his supplies-- side Braids it is!
The moment the younger Mans hands meet his scalp,Lucas tries his best not to melt. God,he was touchstarved wasnt he?
Whens the last time hes got a proper contact with someone, one that didnt feel threatening or malicious. He melts eventually of course,His friend is quite carefull with each twist and turn of his hair, and by the end his sidebraids look beautiful.
Its been a really good while since he had anything done to his hair- His dad would braid it for him when he was a kid,but that was about it. He understood the appeal but with everything he went through he rarely had the strength or energy for it.
For the past few months,hes been fueled by spite alone. Thats the only reason he got so far...
But as he looks at himself in the firewatch cabin's bathroom mirror..
He smiles,tracing over them and the little few beads of green that Eliott had added. A sense of nostalgia washes over him, isnt it so nice when someone helps you take care of yourself?
--theyre beautiful, thanks man--Lucas says,leaning on the entrance to the cabin bathroom.
--Im glad you like em--Eliott answered with a smile-- now excuse me, but I need to use the bathroom
With a spark of mischief,The soldier doesnt move. Instead he copies the other Mans movements, If eliott moves to the right,he moves to the right, and if he tried to go left he'd go right with him.
--C'mon you big dumbass--The younger Man protested,the entrance being blocked by the tall and skinny Man before him.
--I dont know what youre talking about...
This goes on for a few more seconds before Eliott grabs his shoulders and pulls him to the side. It catches him by surprise and just how easily he is moved away by a guy that was 9 inches smaller than him.
--You shithead--Eliott said with a grin,closing the door behind him as he entered the bathroom-- Nex time im throwing you off the tower!
Lucas cant help but cackle at the threat thats muffled by the door now closed. He nodds along and says--We'll see about that!
Eliott smirks to himself,Rolling his eyes with fondness.
Hes just glad Lucas is slowly opening up to him.
-♡-
As that nights shift ends,both men go down the stairs to the park proper. Its around nine, and Lucas is starving hungry and just as hes about to leave for his house,he hears his companion go.
--Hey Lucas! Want to Grab dinner at Dyonysus'
Turning to meet Eliotts gaze,he asks--Huh?
--Yknow,the bar downtown--the other Man says with a grin-- They make good food,and Laz is there. Which means we get a discount
The old soldier snorts--That cant be approved by the bar...
--Its not but its not like the kid cares--Eliott shrugged,twirling his car keys on his pointer finger-- C'mon,itll be fun.
Lucas sighs,scratching the back of his neck, the night just started,and he doesnt really feel like working his ass off after such a long day.
Boredom can be tiring and he doesnt want his brain to become mush while the cicadas And grasshoppers sing away under the cloudless night.
--Ah well, fine. Whats the worse that could happen?
--Eyy thats my man--Eliott patts the Mans shoulder with fondness,then he looks at his wrist watch-- meet you there in an hour?
--Sounds good
He watches the younger Man leave with a big grin in his face,its a little contagious and he soon finds himself smiling as well.
Perhaps he can allow himself a little fun.
-♡-
Eliott stepped into his home with a sigh, flipping his keys into the keyhole And turning. God,hes exhausted.
--Evening,Mr.Kingsman--Says one of his neighborgs,walking down the Hall.
--Oh! Mr.Wales,good evening--He turns to see a middle aged Man,brownish salt and pepper hair,beard, Brown eyes hid behind round glasses,he wears a dress shirt and pants, a vest a tie and dress shoes. --Youre closing up shop just now?
--Well uhm..long day-- Mr.Wales replies,a little sheepish--I had to stay behind to catch up on paperwork
Pursing his lips,The younger Man answers-- I wish you luck, your wife is not going to like it
Mr.wales chuckled--Yeah, I can just hear her scolding me for it
--Hah! Yeah. Man,Its a shame though- Me and my buddy are going to Grab dinner at downtown D's . I was going to ask if you wanted to come with
--Perhaps another time,Eliott. That does sound lovely,have fun--the older Man smiled politely and starts walking back to his home.
--Thank you,have a goodnight desmond--Eliott answered and stepped into his home to shower and get decent.
As he walks to his bathroom,he doesnt pay much attention to his house- Though he does know he needs to clean a bit more, theres a bit of dust literally everywhere, above his record shelf and record player,on the TV and coffee table...even his couch!
Its clear he isnt around often, he doesnt remember the last time he sat down and watched a movie by himself,or cooked a proper meal in his cozy kitchen.
He barely has his plants alive just because his sisters come by to water them.
--Aaaalright, lets get this over with-- He turns on the light to his bathroom, its more funcional than pretty but its not an eyesore. Just your average restroom with white tiles, shower courtains and a few haircare products.
He turns on the shower and humms under his breath,pulling off his hair bun and letting his locs fall across his shoulders. His scalp hurts a little too much and he knows he needs to start letting his hair rest- judgement be damned.
But he didnt want to risk losing his job because some white woman got freaked out by his locks. And even if Sally has his back....
Its just hair, its just a hairstyle,why the need to freak out? It doesnt make him any less good at his job,it doesnt impact his capabilities...
Why would he have to white wash himself to appease a few...?
The first few whisps of vapor from the hot water snaps him back to the Real world,His eyes settle on the hair care products he has and rolls back his shoulder. He better hurry up
Off he takes his uniform shirt and sets it aside, his eyes catching sight of his reflection in the mirror and the two curving scars undernath his pectorals.
And he feels...joy hidden behind all the worries. Its a reminder,its his body, and its his hair- he should do as he pleased with it.
Speaking of- he better get to washing himself.
-♡-
After his shower,he goes to change,he still has a few minutes before he has to leave for the bar. He hopes he can get there in time,hes not the best at time management.
He puts on a white tee with the logo of "Pablo Honey" Radiohead's album released in '93, wearing some light blue jeans,black Converse and a two necklaces: one is a bead necklace of brown and with daisy decorations,and the other one is a vynil record with an ovloid gem hanging from it.
That should be light enough so he doesnt Cook himself alive.
And so off he goes to the bar in his old green pickup truck.
-♡-
Lucas got home twenty minutes after leaving the tower, he goes to shower and when hes out he goes to change.
Hes trying hard not to overthink it, its just grabbing dinner with the guy- and its not like he can back out now, it would make him look like an asshole.
But he still worries somebody Will see him with Eliott, he doesnt want to drag the poor,sweet guy into his mess- and he doesnt want to lose anyone ever again,not by anybody's hand and specially not by his.
And Jane was right,he needs some Friends. Yet its been so long since he befriended anybody,and much more less on purpose,most he got was some nice words from the passerbys he met on his trip to Milton-Haven.
Hes sure Jane would have something to say if she knew what was going on- Probably followed by a smartass remark.
Outside the night is still calm,singing insects and clear skies with dry,hot wind. He wonders if Janes suffering the heat as much as he is,and he hopes shes alright.
God,he could just call her.
Was she even awake at this hour?
Lucas picks up the phone and dials Janes number, and just as the first beep can be heard,she picks up-Well,that was fast...
--Hey,its you--Jane said with a smirk-- Good evening, whats up?
--Nuthin' just...got worried--He answered,sitting on the couch--Im going out and I just wanted to see how you've been,especially with the heat.
From the phone he can hear a soft cooing and a sweet giggle of endearment--Worried for me? Youre just the sweetest,Lucas. Im alright,ive learnt to deal with the heat- so dont worry about little ol' me
A chuckle leaves him--Fair 'nough
--But im interested in that "goin' out" bussiness...How About you tell Auntie Jane about that?
He snorts and shakes his head,nosy thing she is--My instructor invited me to Grab dinner,Hes a cool fella...
--It sounds like youve made Friends with the guy!
--Oh my GOD dontcha start
--Thats sooo sweet! Youve made a friend!
--Okay NOW youre sounding condescending!--Lucas complained,a little flustered--Jesus,Jane.
Jane laughs loudly,the sound warming up his heart and making him feel...at ease. She was one of the few he considered family,and its...nice to have someone to reach out to.
As the laughter dies down,he can feel the air shift in the conversation. As if his heart aunt knew something was off with him.
Old people or grandma intuition, he guessed.
--Whats up,Lucas?
He sighs quite loudly,hes just a little annoyed she can read him so well--I think.. I think im just gettin' in my head over It. I dont want to drag him into any of my wild shit
--A valid fear--She agreed,voice soft and thoroughly maternal with that blanket like warmth in her voice-- but Lucas,you Also need to stop thinking theyre out to get you twenty four seven.
Lucas nodds--Yeah well,easier said than done
--Fair enough-- she answered-- But if they wanted to do something to the poor guy,they wouldve already
The Man lets out a long,deinflating sigh--I....I guess ya have a point there.
--Just go,have fun--Jane concluded-- and if anyone tries anything, cave their teeth in
--Im here to help--the old woman snickered-- Cmon,go have fun and tell me everything tomorrow.
--Fine,I Will. Night,Jane.
--Night,kiddo.
-♡-
He drove to downtown Milton-Haven,to the bar that looks both rustic and ripe with the architecture of the 90s. "Dyonysus Bar" read the grand neon sign of blue letters decorated with red spider lillies that shone in the warm night.
Theres music spilling past the closed Doors,he fixes the collar of his green plaid button up and steps in to be greeted with the deathly chill of the place- A nice change from the heat of the outside door.
Within the bar its crowded, people from early twenties to late seventies just enjoying food and drinks and talking over the soft jazz music in the air.
Looking around,he searches for Eliott who should be around somewhere. And he finds him sitting at the bar and talking to the barkeep,Lazaro.
--Ah!,There y'are--Eliott grinned with boyish glee,wavingh him over--Lookin' Snazzy!
The older Man snorts,feeling sheepish. Hes just wearing a green,plaid button up,black jeans and dress shoes--i dont tend to dress up-- he shook his friend's hand and sat beside Him.
--Well you should do it more often,lucas--Lazaro Chimed in, a smile on his face--What is it going to be,Gentlemen? --Both men hesitate, looking at eachother--Right,hol' on
From underneath the counter he grabs two sets of menus And hands them over.
--Well then,ill go tend to the other costumers. Call me over once you decide--Lazaro added before he left to tend the other people.
--You promise the food here is good?--Lucas half joked,looking at the menu.
Eliott snorts--Trust me,city boy. Its good--He Gently nudged him in a teasing manner--Look,if laz's sister likes the food here,then its good.
--Shes a picky eater?
The younger Man nodded--She is
--Its funny how his sister always comes into every story you tell me about 'em--Lucas said with a smirk.
With a snort,his companion answers--Siblings,you cant get one without the other. I'd know
A short pause is had between their conversation as the older Man considers his Next words.
Point of no return it is
--Wh-What uhm...Whats your family li-Like? -- the veteran asked,a little sheepish.
He sees his friend grin with such joy,he struck a nerve- in the good kind of way. And so,he listens
--Oh my family is wonderfull!--He cheered-- My mom and dad always encouraged us to be ourselves! Ever since I was a kid,they didnt care for what others thought of them, their prioroty has always been that their kids are happy
Lucas feels his chest warm up--That sounds very nice,All parents should make their kids the prioroty.
--Yeah! Even started reffering to me by he and him back when I was just a kid--Eliott answered-- I mean,i know im lucky. Not all parents have the best reaction to their kid being trans
And a sudden pause, like hes said a little too much.
The veteran blinks for a few moments of stupor,but he nodds. Eliott smiles sheepishly,if not a little too anxious. --Right,thing about me- he tried to continue,but his friend interrupts him,sincerity deep un his voice.
--No,no dont worry. I understand,I Wont judge.
--Right...uh--The younger Man hesitated,starting to giggle nervously-- uhm...yes. That,so- so you know, my family's pretty rad.
--Sorry I didnt mean to make you unconfortable--Lucas answered,a shy tone--Its your life, you do what you want. I support you
Eliott lets out a quite loud sigh, he giggles as a nervous reaction and he turns his eyes to the menu, but its clear hes not reading-- Ah thanks. So yeah,cool family
--Im glad, that nice-- the older Man added--How about your sisters uhm..whats life like as a brother,im an only Child
His companion seems happy to change the subject-- They were the best companions I could have. Other people dont get along with their siblings,but I do. I love them with all my heart, we're partners in crime ever since we were kids --He thumbs the bead necklace around his neck--Gina made these, one for the three of us. Shes the youngest and the best at these kinds of things
The veteran smiles,looking at the necklace. Its clearly old but well taken care of--Its gorgeous,its nice you have this little trinket.
--Yeah,i take care of it like gold--Eliott chuckled.
Both then see Lazaro approach,polishing a glass. He looks friendly but with a sense of urgency in his step, and when hes close to the both of them he says.
--Guys hi,sorry to interrupt the chat but please order something before I get in trouble--Theres an anxious, if not a little worried smile on his lips.
Which reminds the men that they ought to order something. They skimm through the menu and quickly order,Apologizing to the bartender that quickly regains his usual jovial energy.
And though both laugh it off and feel really bad for stressing out poor sweet lazaro,they cant help but find the situation hilarious and soon return to yapping
Conversation wavers in the realm of domesticity and pop culture, Eliott is a big fan of Slasher flicks, and Lucas is damn clueless about it but he listens intently- Its nice to just feel like pals chatting.
Feels comfortable,just to sit and get to know a person. One on one,no distraction and it reminds him of the chats under the moonlight he'd have with Alphonso and his war buddies.
Hell, Alphonso was the one to give him his first beer.
Nostalgia,thats what he feels as the memory of it lowers down his spine to his heart where it Nestles with heavy,blue joy. The softnening of his eyes clues Eliott in that his friend remembers something, and now that there was alcohol in his system and he felt quite at ease... well he opens up
Lucas talks about his time in the army,the dumb bits and the nostalgic bits. There is such a boyish youth in his eyes as he talks.
Its been proven that a person gets stuck mentally to the age you lived your trauma...
And the once old veteran now sounds so young ,big grin on his face and such a sparkle in his tired old eyes. In the body of a Man theres just a boy,talking to his friend about his life experiences
Eliott looks so delighted to see the rush of joy in the other Mans eyes, and he decides to sit and listen. Even food does nothing to stop the soldier from yapping away like a radio,he eats and talks and god isnt it endearing? The room seems lighter and brighter just by his happiness alone.
But the old soldier is sober enough to Keep the Darker dealings to himself. But the content smile doesnt leave his face and does wonders to hide his intent of obscuring the bitter moments.
And when their night comes to a close,both sober now and well into the wee hours of the morning. They bid eachother goodbye,and Lucas leaves feeling like he has finally made a good friend.
-♡-
After their little Bar hangout at "Downtown Ds", as the locals called It, Lucas found his fondness for Eliott growing-Its something he knew was missing,but didnt admit it.
Humans were social creatures,he knew that well- So its no surprise he yearned for such companionship, well its no surprise to everyone except him.
Lucas feels...excited to see him, to spend time with him.
So,he wakes up bright and early to see him,even if he had just a few hours of sleep on him- he just wanted to get there in time. Hes sure that if Jane saw the smile on his face she'd describe it as "Child-like" and "Brighter than the sun".
From his excitement he almost forgets to Grab his badge,the rules said he always had to have it on him. Thank god this song and dance was routine to him at this point.
Its an endearing sight to see him speed through his routine,with his sidebraids still intact and well taken care of because he appreciates them.
The pure joy in his step as he walks down to the firewatch tower. Not even the heat can slow him down or deter his mood, he enjoys the cool breeze that blows past his locks and Gently caresses his face and the sunlight making his brown and green eyes look deep and sparkly.
Old soldier looking like a young child, excited for the day ahead.
Eventually he starts to see the looming structure of the tower,with its weathered wood,the metal steps and a few crate supplies waiting by the foot to the stairs to be hoisted up and into the cabin with its grand Windows that let him and Eliott see the beautiful forest from a birds eye view.
Speaking of Eliott,he finds him a few feet away from the tower talking to a woman,at first he didnt think too much of it, his instructor seemed friendly whilist talking to the woman,Sure the woman had some camping Gear but he didnt worry too much about it.
Until he hears the woman raise her voice,shrill and quite unpleseant.
And quite mean too
--Excuse you! Im within my rights to camp here!. Its a park isnt it not?
--Lady,please this is not a designated camping spot. And youre planning to build a Fire here,and thats a hazard! There are firepits further down the main trail!
The woman,Tiny, covered in both mosquito repellent and sunscreen, seems to scowl quite heavily at the idea of "designated Fire pits"
--Theyre ugly!--She stated in a "matter of fact" way,as if thats justification enough.
--But theyre safe-
--I want to talk to a supervisor, I want to make sure you're part of the actual firewatch!--She shrilled with entitled anger, and thats when Lucas quickly approaches the scene.
--Lady,i am wearing the unifo-
--Who in their right mind would hire someone that looks so...unkempt! When was the last time you even washed your h-
Okay,thats it.
Up until then Eliott hasnt seen his friend angry,but seeing the way his confused face settles into a deep,venomous sneer is enough to spook Him and take a step back ot of caution.
The older Man looks at the camping Gear and then at the woman,who seems to look back quite puzzled as her bright blue eyes lay their gaze on him.
--Eliott,we're allowed to confiscate posible Fire hazards,right?
--Uh,yes.
--Good-- he answered,voice so devoid of that warm friendliness that its almost off putting--Then you get on with that and I go take this woman out of the park
--Wha-?!--The woman chided before he tries to scort her away,all it does though is make the woman scream and yell about it being unfair,that she didnt do anything and drawing attention to herself.
Most of the people around knew that Lucas was a ranger,or well recognized the Man that was the ranger- He didnt talk, but the badge on his belt was enough deterrent to anyone wanting to stop him.
He kicks the woman out and simply stares unmoved as she hurls all sorts of insults at him. Though as shes about to Grab a pebble to throw at him he simply raises his hand.
--Lady,im allowed to defend myself. And I am quite the sharp shooter--He is so non-chalant about the whole deal, such a threatening air laced in his words. -- And one more thing,my Friends hair doesnt make him any less good at his job. So stuff your nose in yer own bussiness from now on.
Needless to say he watches the woman leave without much fuss afterwards.
Eliott meanwhile,takes up the things belonging to the woman whilist mulling over Lucas' reaction. Hes never seen something like that come from him, he was so...calm about the whole deal, unsettlingly so.
Its also incredibly awesome.
--Hey bud!--Eliott chirps as he sees his apprentice return,his face still contorted in disgust.-- Kicked out the racist Lady?
He snorted--Ah,i spooked her right back--He patts the other Man shoulder and adds--Like hell 'm lettin' her talk down to my friend like that
Lucas grabs a few of the boxes with supplies and smiles,still a bit tired but otherwise alright-- 'nyway,lets Get these things up.
The younger Man looks like a deer in headlights, its the first time hes heard his companion call him a "Friend". As far as he could tell,the soldier was a recluse.
It warms up his heart and he nodds along with a shy smile--Ye-Yeah,yeah...Lets get these things up. Fuck that woman
--Amen to that--his friend answers with a grin.
Between the two of them they bring up all the supplies,Eliott grabs two cans of cool beer from the fridge and sits beside the older Man,who looks at the drinks whilist thumbing the wax threat bracelet around his wrist.
--Drinkin' on the job?--Lucas askes with a smirk.
--Well,I wont tell if you dont,friend.
It seems to click for Lucas that he called Eliott his Friend a few times now. His face darkens with blush and nodds--Im not the cops
The younger Man smirks-- we're not the cops.
Grabbing one of the cans,the old soldier pops it Open and his companion does the same. Eliott raises the can and smiles--To friendship
And giving in,Lucas scoffs out a chuckle and answers--To friendship.
"Her and I don't exactly...see eye to eye." Leena scoffed, casting the man in front of her a glare. "Not like you'd ever understand." Stepping back into her apartment, she slammed the door in his face.
- - -
Leena and Lotus had a..past of sorts. They'd known each other since before everything began, since before Mayer began corrupting the town, since before...the deaths.
They'd actually been best friends since first grade. Well, her and Jasper had been friends since then, but Leena never seemed to trust her, no matter how much she tried to prove herself.
- - -
The other kids wouldn't talk to Jasper, thinking he would burn them down too, just like his parents had died. They kept away, ignoring him when he tried to play with them. Even the teachers ignored him.
But not her.
She saw him sitting alone on the bench, picking at his nails. "Don't go near him." "He'll burn you down too." The other kids warned, but she shoved past them and walked right up to the lonely boy.
"Hi!" She smiled at him, her missing front tooth and dirt-smudged face making her look silly.
He looked up at her, eye filled with yet-to-fall tears and a deep sorrowful look that was far beyond his years. His lips trembled as he struggled to form a sentence, not used to the attention.
"You got a name?" She asked, trying to gently coax him into speaking to her.
He kept quiet for a few moments before speaking up finally. "J-Jasper.." He mumbled, his voice so quiet she nearly didn't hear him.
He expected her to recoil in disgust and abandon him just like everyone else. But what he didn't expect was for her to hold her hand out for him to take. "Let's be friends!" She beamed down at him, the sun making her look..angelic.
"O-okay...friends.." He whispered to himself, trying to believe that someone actually wanted to be friends with him. "Come on! Let's play pirates!" She gently grabbed his hand and ran off, pulling her with him.
Her laughter was music to his ears, something so sacred to his wounded heart. He would protect her for all his life.
- - -
It was late when she got the call, the phone screeching and jerking her awake and confusing her. She slapped her hand around her bedside table and grabbed the telephone, bringing it to her ear.
"Hello?" She mumbled, still groggy. What she didn't expect to hear on the other line, was Jasper's screams. "LOTUS! HELP ME! IT BURNS! HELP! HE-" His desperate sobs were cut off with the soft 'click' of the other line hanging up.
The sounds she'd just heard chilled her to her core, freezing her in place with the phone still held to her ear.
Within a moment, she sprang up and began pulling on her silk robe, throwing on whatever shoes she could find and grabbing her purse, rushing out of her apartment.
She had no clue where he was or what had happened, but she knew that he needed her help and needed it quick.
- - -
But by the time she got there...it was too late.
She stood there, shaking as she looked down at the crumpled, burned body of her best and only friend. He looked like he'd been reaching out for someone; for her.
The cops and firemen showed up soon after, bombarding her with questions. They wrapped her in a blanket, patching up the scrapes and cuts she'd gotten when running there. They even took care of the burns on her hands she'd gotten from pulling the scalding metal doors open to get to Jasper.
"Ma'am? Can you tell us what happened? Ma'am?" The cops tried talking to her, but she couldn't hear them. Everything was muffled, like she was underwater.
A heavy thud nearby snapped her back to reality. She looked over and saw two coroners attempting to load Jasper's body into a body bag but they'd dropped him and broke his arm off.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" She snapped, shooting up from where she sat. "Ma'am. Calm down." An officer attempted to calm her. "Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! THEY JUST DROPPED MY BEST FRIEND! AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN?!" The cops had to restrain her from lunging towards the coroners and ripping their faces off.
- - -
After that, she was put into asylum-issued therapy with a guy named Desmond Whales. She didn't trust him one bit, even with how nice he was.
It wasn't until he mentioned that Jasper had been a patient of his as well that she calmed down enough to begin talking to him.
He helped her process what had happened that night and how it impacted her. She cried on that couch more times than she liked to admit, but every time she felt Jasper's arms wrap around her.
It felt like he was still right there with her. The little boy she'd befriended all those years ago...
- - -
Leena hated Lotus. She hated that she'd never gotten there sooner, that she'd never saved them.
But most of all, she hated that Jasper had been crying out for her as he died.
