#trainhighwind

[rustedsteele]

You are my sunshine.

He cradled Train’s head in his hands, holding the rest of his body up against his knees. Lifeless, or nearly that way, he didn’t seem like himself. Sephyr had never expected this to happen, he’d assumed Train a constant part of his life now that he’d returned. 

“You can;t go.” He said through the oncoming tears. “I told you I wanted you around. You’re supposed to stay with me.” He sounded angry, but it was as always a mask for his pain. “Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me?”

He watched him sleep away, those bright eyes of his go dull. The breaking of the Rock Stars heart was almost audible as he clutched the lifeless form to his chest, rocking back and forth in agony. Train was gone, and no force on earth could bring him back. The only option that would be available to him was vengeance. He;d get the person that did this. Oh, he’d get them.

[rustedsteele]

💤 reverse

As Train’s head fell against Sephyr’s shoulder the Rock Star simply sighed. Moving his arm he wrapped it around Train’s shoulders and pulled him a bit closer to allow comfort, leaning his head back and shifting to better read the book in his hands. It was nice to have someone to bond with. 

[rustedsteele]

"I'd offer to make you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

“Damn right.” Sephyr chuckled, head lulled against his pillow as he allowed himself to wake slowly form the sleep he’d wrapped himself in. He rolled to face Train, eyeing him a moment before he shook his head. “Could just order in too.” 

[rustedsteele]

"Bruises?"

Sephyr paused, looking up from his bed. He was tending to a bright purple bruise along his ribs and for a moment said nothing to Train. He simply continued what he was doing, wrapping a tight rib brace around his chest. 

“Its nothing major.” He said after a moment. “And I promise I didn’t do it to myself. A friend was attacked at a bar. I got the wrong end of a baseball bat, that’s all.”

[rustedsteele]

+ trainhighwind

“Thought you’d be asleep longer. I was catching up on paperwork.”

[rustedsteele-archive]

✍

It was the rush. The chase always filled some sort of void in him. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, his heart. His beating heart. He was still alive. No matter what he was alive. The drumming of footsteps, the huff of air in and out of his lungs. He couldn't think of anything more thrilling. Anything but that handsome thing on the corner. 

Letting the Wevil get out of sight would usually be a terrible thing indeed, and he knew that. Of course he knew that, but Owen and Gwen had it cornered ahead and he really did need to asses them. He could asses their performance from there. Beside this man. Puling a hand through his short brown hair, he stepped up to the man with the cigarette, grinning like a fool. "Well hello there." He started, american accent passing his lips with every word. As the other turned his lovely eyes to meet him, a hand was extended. "Captain Jack Harkness." He winked, for added effect.

(Capt. Jack, Torchwood.)

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≛ (kiddos because train actually doesn't)

Kyle had been told just to climb through the window. Cyd knew they were going to meet tonight, at least he thought he did. His feet hit the ground and his eyes scanned for Cyd, and when he found him, the red that his face turned could have stopped traffic. He turned away, looking at the wall in embarrassment. "I'm sorry!" He managed, trying to get back to the window. "I'll come back later." 

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"Oh God damn it. Alright. When I get too lonely or too sad or things get to wrapped up in my head I disappear to India for a few months at a time. While I'm there I get lost in crowds, spend nights without a roof, get high with people I don't know and try things I'd never try otherwise. No one knows me and no one cares. It's my favorite place on the planet."