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Stranger: ((Email. Severin's stationed in Afghanistan au. Est.)) Rin, Well, I got a big part in the new show down at Don Mar. I'm really really excited. The director wants to do this really modern take on old greek style and I think people are really gonna like it! I wish you were here. I woke up last night holding a pillow. Thought it was you. Love, Richard

You: Richie, Congrats on the part! I wish I could come see you in it. Is everything else going well? I'll see if I can send something back that smells like me for you to cuddle. My friends here are all sick of me talking about you, I think. They're just jealous they don't have someone so lovely to come home to. I know it'll be a while still, but I'm counting the days. Stay safe, have fun, Severin

Stranger: Rin, Everything else is okay, I guess. My peonies are wilting because of the weather, it's been unusually rainy and they're drowning in it. Jimmy has been eating dinner a lot with me. I'd love something of yours. And I'll send you something maybe? A box of goodies? They probably are jealous because they're not going to get smothered in kisses like you when you get home! And it's not that long anymore, only three months! I've got it all set out on my calender. Maybe we can have one more video chat? I know it was kind of grainy and broken up last time. Is it terribly hot there? I hope you're staying cool. And don't forget to drink a lot of water. Stay safe, Richie

You: Rich, Yeah, it's really hot right now. But it's been worse. When I was sending you those shaky letters, it was so hot I couldn't concentrate. It's not as bad now, but still enough to be uncomfortable. They probably are jealous. They've all heard all about you, I swear, half of them wished you a happy birthday for me. They're nice though, I like them enough. I'll see what I can do about a video chat, the conditions around here are real bad. Maybe we could get a phone call? I want to hear about everything. I'm glad Jim's been spending time with you, is he good? Oh, and I know it might be a stretch but any news on Sebastian? Do you know how he is? Three months. I have a calendar all set up. Until then Sebastian

You: Severin*

Stranger: Rin, You don't need to write me anything if it's hard for you, silly. What do you mean the conditions are really bad? I know it's hot and in the desert, but you're alright aren't you? You said you'd be on a base and wouldn't be in danger 24/7. I mean, I'd rather never have you in danger, but I understand that... it's your job and this is what you wanna do. Jimmy's good. Sebastian's okay. He's been kind of moody with all the rain this week. He eats plenty. Works most days, but he's usually done by four. Or at least that's what he said when I saw him. He looks like he's eating enough, but he also seems really really tired. I love you, Richard P.S. Come home

You: Richard, I like writing to you, it takes my mind off things usually. I'm glad Jim and Sebastian are good. Tell them both I hope they're okay, that I send my love. Yeah, this base isn't really in a bad area, we've just had some attacks close to it. We're keeping precautions. Some men have gotten hurt. But I'm okay, I promise. I'm always okay. Hurt my shoulder again, but it's nothing some ibuprofen won't fix. I hope /you're/ eating enough. I want you to be healthy and alright. I love you. I'll be home soon Severin p.s. I'll be home soon

Stranger: Rin, What do you want in your care package? I packed crisps and sweets and a shirt of mine - so you can send the other back. I'm sure it doesn't smell of our detergent anymore. I... heard about the attacks. I hoped it was just the media hyping it up. I really do try not to watch the news, but sometimes it comes on and I can't help it. And I know you say you'll be home, I just really really love you, Rin. I am eating. Sometimes it's hard because I don't really know how to cook for one person. Yours always, Richie

You: Richie, Anything you think would remind me of you. There's not much I can send you, but with this letter there are some sketches that I've done lately, to help pass the time. They're nothing much, but you always say I'm good at it. I'll try and send a shirt back, if I can. I love you. Yeah, they're getting closer to our base. We're being careful though. None of my friends have gotten hurt yet, and with the amount of time I have left here, I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm glad you're eating. I know how you get when you're nervous. You can cook all you want for the two of us when I get home, I miss your cooking. Until I come back, Severin

Stranger: Severin, The pictures are beautiful. I love them! I put some up in the kitchen and then I've got some I'm going to put up in my dressing room for the show. Well, it's not /my/ dressing room, but I'll probably have a mirror space for myself like usual. I can't wait to cook for you. I'm gonna make all your favorites just so you can be spoiled for awhile. I'll even make that icky liver and onions you like so much. Love you, Richard

You: Hey baby, Sorry this is a late letter. Sorry the handwriting's shaky. I don't know if you got a letter or not, but I'm going to come home early. Kind of, I think. They won't let me go home, but they're letting me go to London, or so they say. I don't know when this is happening, in a few days probably. Has Sebastian told you? They're supposed to message next of kin. He's my only blood left.

You: I'm so sorry, I'm coming back home though. I love you. All my love, Severin

Stranger: Richard had not gotten a letter. Technically if they'd actually gotten around to a real wedding before Severin had been sent off, he'd have gotten the letter first. But Sebastian got it. It was nearly a day later, but Jimmy came around to drop it off and then left very quickly. Sebastian needed to be taken care of, he said. Richard cried loudly into the empty apartment. He didn't eat or sleep well for the next two days, but he did manage to get a bag of things together for Severin at the hospital. That's where he went on Wednesday, red eyed and exhausted. A very old nurse lead him up to a room where he was let in. His hands shook and he sat down next to the bed, putting the bag on the floor. "Rin?" He whispered, scooting a little closer to the bed and barely touching his lover's arm.

You: Early in the morning they had taken Severin's bed and wheeled him onto an air craft. They strapped him down to things, doctors waited with him, a nurse read to him for a bit, but mostly he slept. That's what he'd been doing recently, because when you can't hear in one ear, your arm doesn

You: ((Sorry!))

Stranger: ((All good:D))

You: Early in the morning they had taken Severin's bed and wheeled him onto an air craft. They strapped him down to things, doctors waited with him, a nurse read to him for a bit, but mostly he slept. That's what he'd been doing recently, because when you can't hear in one ear, your arm doesn't move, and you have shrapnel in your side, there's not much you can do. He was lucky, he was told, but he knew that when he got home, he wouldn't be lucky. There wouldn't be happy tears and the kisses would be laced with fear. It wouldn't be the happy reunion he'd been looking forward to. Still in a sleepy haze, pleasantly numb on a slew of medicines, Severin barely noticed Richard. It wasn't until he'd been there for a few minutes that he noticed the presence and began stirring. "Hmmm?" He asked, slowly opening his eyes. Richard was there, his big brown eyes were puffed up and red, and his hand was trembling lightly. He looked a wreck, and Severin wanted nothing more than to fix it. "Heey...bunny" He said, his voice gruff, but solid. "When'd you get in?"

Stranger: His head snapped up and he sniffled. Oh. That voice. That stupid beautiful voice he had been desperate to hear mumble in his ear every morning when the alarm went off. "Hey, Lion," Richard said and was very proud of himself as an actor that he could say that so evenly. "Only a moment ago," He lied. "I brought you some things from home though - I thought you'd like them," Carefully, and on Severin's good side, he put his hand on the man's forearm and ran his fingers up and down the cool skin. Usually the man was like a human radiator, but hospitals were known for being cold. Clearing his throat, he tried to make a joke, "And here you said you wouldn't do some big surprise when you came home," Which was true. Richard wanted to know the exact moment, but that plan had very much changed.

You: Shivers running up his spine as Richard ran down his arm, Severin smiled lightly. "You brought stuff here?" He asked, a little slow to the world, but for good reason. That was very sweet of Richard, he really was a wonderful person. Severin loved him so much, he was glad that he had Richard to wake up to. "Sorry. Didn't mean to....surprise you" He said quietly, looking over at the other, feeling so much love for him. "You're so lovely. I....love you. So much......Thank you....thanks for being here."

Stranger: "I brought you some sweets and I brought you a blanket and some warm socks and some of your favorite movies," He explained and gently squeezed the man's arm. "I don't wanna be anywhere else, silly. I love you," He smiled and sniffled a little more, wiping at tears before they could fall with his free hand. Sebastian came in then and Richard left to let them have their alone time. "You idiot," Sebastian mumbled and wiped at his eyes, "You scared me half to death," He put his head down to rest his cheek on Severin's thigh. "You fucking bastard,"

You: Everyone was coming in and out so fast. He'd barely had time with Richard before he was gone, and he was reaching out for the man to come back. But then Sebastian walked in, and he was upset. More upset than he'd seen Sebastian.....maybe ever. He was pretty sure he was crying, and Sebastian didn't do that often. Frowning, Severin tried to sit up a bit more, trying to blink the fuzziness out of his brain. Taking his good hand, he ran his fingers through the other's hair, trying to show him that he was there. "Jus' doing my job, Bas" He muttered, taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna live. What'd the letter say?" He asked, curious as to how much information his family had been given.

Stranger: Sebastian nodded and honestly smiled at the feeling of fingers in his hair. God, how could he have let his brother get into so much trouble. It was supposed to be his job to protect him, for Fuck's sake. He was older by like thirty minutes! Closing his eyes, he sighed, "They said they were regretted to inform us. Ha. And then, uh, jeez. Then they said that you were severely injured from an IED. They said that your, uhm, condition wasn't exactly like able to be told at the moment and that you'd be staying in this hospital."

Stranger: ((brb))

You: Christ, that wasn't a lot of information. Though, at the time that he'd woken up, they didn't answer many of his questions either. He hadn't thought to ask too much, though. He was so drugged up, most of his time was sleeping or playing cards with the nurses that would let him. He wrote one letter to Richard, but he knew his hand shook. Frowning, he looked down at his brother, looking more distraught than he ever had. "Did they tell you more now?" He asked, looking over at the other. "I uhm, my left ear doesn't work, and I don't think I'm allowed to use this arm for a while" He said, trying to think it over. "They said they did surgery on my side. That stuff was in it. Did they get it out?" He asked, looking down, but seeing nothing with his hospital gown on. "Richie's here. Is Jim?" He asked. "Did you all come to visit? Or just you two?"

Stranger: Sitting up a little, he cradled his brother's hand to his face. "A doctor told us more. They said you're arm broke in a lot of places. So they set it, but I guess they like can't put a cast on it right now," Sebastian nodded and coughed a little. "And uh yeah. You're probably always going to be deaf in that ear. And you had shrapnel in your side, but they did surgery to get it all out... they said they're really amazed how well you're doing," He smiled gently. Severin was too fucking stubborn to die like that. "Jim's here. He's probably out there with Richie. He wanted to make sure you were getting the best care,"

You: They were all here checking in on him. That was pretty comforting, really. They all seemed to care, and as he looked up at his brother, he could see just how much he cared. Smiling lightly, he smiled. "Well, they're really good at drugging me. Can't feel a thing, it's...really nice" He said, turning his hand over to squeeze the other's. "I've been sleeping a lot" He added. He really had very little to report, he didn't remember too much. "Wonder if they're going to put pins in my arm. 'S already the bad one" He hummed, closing his eyes again. He was tired, he was drugged, he really didn't know how to pay too much attention.

Stranger: Sebastian smiled, stood, and kissed Severin's hand. "Go to sleep, ya bastard. You'll be seeing more than enough of us over the next few days," He left the room and Richard peeked his head inside, walking quietly over to the chair and taking his place again. "No, shh. Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up," He promised. Curling up on the chair, the actor forced himself to close his eyes and actually try to get some rest. ((we can stay here or we can time skip if you want))

You: ((We can timeskip. When would you like to skip to?))

Stranger: ((I don't know, but I feel like Severin definitely like would be really really self concious about how he looks, so Richard wants to see and I could see how that would start an argument once Severin comes home. Also like eventually he'd probably refuse to keep going to therapy and stuff))

You: He'd been home for two weeks now, but it wasn't like how he wanted to be home. Richard had been hovering over him, making him meals and putting his socks on, petting his hair back and remembering to take his medicine. Sebastian had been dropping by, driving him to therapy and making sure he was getting out of the house. They were all very nice gestures, but it was suffocating. He didn't want to be reminded of what happened to him, of the ugly scar, wrapping it's way around his side like lightning, except it wasn't smooth and beautiful. It was twisted and warped and not at all how skin should look. He hadn't let Richard see, even though it was technically a risk to shower without help, he'd managed. He kept a shirt on at all times, tried to hide the lighter scars that crept up his neck or across his cheek, where he'd skidded across the ground. He didn't want to go to therapy in any means, and he only left the house so Richard would stop babying him, but Sebastian was only mildly better. At least he understood Severin's need to do things. This morning, he was protesting a shower, despite it having been three days. "I'll take one tomorrow, Richie. I just want to drink my coffee right now. Sebastian took me out shopping yesterday, my arm's sore" He said, looking down at the mug in his hand. It had a picture of the two of them, before Severin deployed, a gift he'd given Richard as a way to remember him. Now, he just wanted someone to understand, but it didn't look like he'd be getting that any time soon.

Stranger: How could he understand? He hadn't been there, he'd been home, thinking everything was fine and that his Severin - the most important person in the world to him - was going to be home in three months. Then all of that came crashing down and he felt like he had to keep Severin in this bubble so he'd be okay. Richard just wanted to keep him. And he really did try to sympathize, but it was so /hard/ not to baby him. But the therapist had mentioned to him the other day that he really ought to back off, which hurt to hear. He'd made a comment about a shower at the sight and smell of Severin. Biting his lip, he nodded and picked up his own tea mug to bring it to the sink, "Did you maybe want to take a painkiller or..." He knew for a fact that the last painkiller had been taken almost five hours ago. It was when Severin was changing shirts - something he insisted Richard not help with because he didn't want him to see. But Richard desperately wanted to see the scars, he wanted to know what that damage was. He felt terribly guilty for feeling bad, he knew he was supposed to be strong here and that he had it much better than Severin, but he was so sad all the time now. "What do you want for dinner later?"

You: Things were tense now. Richard was either worrying incessantly or trying to shy away from him. He thinks it was because the therapist had told him to back off, because it's all Severin talked about. But the shrink was a quack, and was filling Richard and Sebastian's head with nonsense about how he needed this or needed that, or that a new set of pills might help ease the transition. But he knew he didn't even have reason to complain. Men died, men came back with missing legs or arms. All he had was an elaborate cast, a dead ear, and the scar to prove that he'd been an idiot. Looking over at the other, he sighed, trying to think about what to say. He wasn't really hungry, not when his arm was throbbing. He'd have to message Sebastian and ask him to pick up more, if he'd let them. He wasn't supposed to get a new bottle until next week, but his arm hurt now. It'd hurt more than he wanted it to, he wondered if he wasn't letting it heal correctly. Sighing sadly, he shook his head. "I don't know, Richie. I'm not really hungry" He said. "You don't need to work so hard. We can have leftovers tonight. We have plenty of those"

Stranger: Richard rinsed out his cup and sat back down at the kitchen table, "Yeah. We can do left overs," Prior to this, he'd been so excited to cook Severin all his favorite meals, was anticipating the reaction to the first bite of good homemade food, but dinners were awkward and the cooking never seemed to be just right. "It'll be kind of a hodge podge of food," He mumbled, thumbing the edge of the magazine he'd been reading. He'd been reading a lot online too - lots of women were saying the things they had to deal with when their husbands came home and some of it seemed a lot worse than what Richard was dealing with. But he really didn't want to let Severin know that he was studying his condition online. "We can watch a movie later," He suggested quietly, still looking down at his magazine, but not really reading the articles.'

You: Closing his eyes, Severin allowed himself to recompose. It wasn't the household he'd left behind. Then again, he didn't really feel like the same Severin. He was damaged, defected, and he knew the moment that Richard saw the scar that covered almost his entire right side that he'd either be repulsed, or that he'd feel so bad for the other all he could do was pity him. He wasn't sure what was worse, he hated pity. "What do you want to watch?" He asked. He'd stopped picking movies last week. He didn't really watch them. He sat there with Richard in his arm, breathing evenly until the movie was over. It was something to pass time, but his heart wasn't in it. His heart wasn't in much anymore. He'd tried drawing again, to the point that Sebastian brought him out and bought him a new sketchbook. It was something he had always loved, and the therapist had put the idea that if he started doing something he liked, that he'd have an outlet and it'd let him cope. But he couldn't draw the things he used to draw, he could only trace the pattern of mangled skin, or the look in Richard's eyes. It was too depressing to show anyone, and too depressing to keep on. So he'd stopped, almost immediately afterwords. He'd been spending his days laying around, getting out when someone pulled him out, but lately his favorite thing had been sleeping. He slept better during the day. At night he had nightmares, and they hadn't been doing him any good. "You wanted to rent that one about a zoo, right?" He asked, glad he actually remembered. "We could watch that tonight"

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