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"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"Harley," He holted her, the aggressive tone leaving his voir and face entirely as he felt like crying again. This needed to stop. Zig waited until she turned back to speak, breathing heavily and setting down the rest of the wine bottles.
"Do you know where I can find Jack?"
A soft shrug rolled off her shoulders as she looked at him with blank eyes.
"No idea, love."
"Alright." And he left as quickly as possible once again, this time heading downstairs to do something quite mellowdramatic. However there were do many ugly and negative things swirling around in his head that it seemed like the only option.
Ziggy looked over everything in his mind. Jack wasn’t coming back, most of his friends weren’t really his friends, Harley needed his lavish lifestyle more than he did, and Zack would be much better off raised on Mars with Celestia where the tyke couldn’t be corrupted.
With a simple goodbye, there he went locking himself in the large freezer.
Harley noticed his change in countenance and the set in his step. She followed after a moment to see him close the freezer door. With a short shake of her head, she tried to open it. When it wouldn’t, she knocked on the door. "If you don’t come out, I will be calling the police and an ambulance," Harley said. She didn’t fuck around with things like this. Especially if it was someone she cared about as much as him.
No answer. In a matter of minutes, seconds even, he was gone.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"Harley," He holted her, the aggressive tone leaving his voir and face entirely as he felt like crying again. This needed to stop. Zig waited until she turned back to speak, breathing heavily and setting down the rest of the wine bottles.
"Do you know where I can find Jack?"
A soft shrug rolled off her shoulders as she looked at him with blank eyes.
"No idea, love."
"Alright." And he left as quickly as possible once again, this time heading downstairs to do something quite mellowdramatic. However there were do many ugly and negative things swirling around in his head that it seemed like the only option.
Ziggy looked over everything in his mind. Jack wasn't coming back, most of his friends weren't really his friends, Harley needed his lavish lifestyle more than he did, and Zack would be much better off raised on Mars with Celestia where the tyke couldn't be corrupted.
With a simple goodbye, there he went locking himself in the large freezer.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"No." A stern growl left his throat and he threw the empty bottles to the floor, not flinching when they shattered into a million pieces.
"You don’t have to listen to me. No one does," she said, shrugging. "Just a suggestion." She walked casually past him, heading to the bathroom. She wanted to be there for him, but how? How did she do that? she seemed to make everything worse.
"Harley," He holted her, the aggressive tone leaving his voir and face entirely as he felt like crying again. This needed to stop. Zig waited until she turned back to speak, breathing heavily and setting down the rest of the wine bottles.
"Do you know where I can find Jack?"
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I couldn’t be healthier, actually." He snarled slightly, chugging back wine like a baby with a bottle.
"Health doesn’t just have to do with the body," Harley said, shaking her head. There was nothing especially healthy about Ziggy. Of course, it was the pot calling the kettle black.
"Whatever," A few more swigs and he’d started on a second bottle, his mind clouding over even more with every drop that passed his lips.
"At least I can admit I’m fucked up," Harley muttered, a look of disappointment crossing her face.
"You are not, you are wonderful!" His body heat raised to the point where he started to steam, and stumbled out of the room into Harley. "Let’s fuck." Ziggy became a completely different being in the state of inhebriation.
"Pretty sure you just need to lie down. Get some sleep." It was always strange to be giving advice like this to someone else.
"No." A stern growl left his throat and he threw the empty bottles to the floor, not flinching when they shattered into a million pieces.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I couldn’t be healthier, actually." He snarled slightly, chugging back wine like a baby with a bottle.
"Health doesn’t just have to do with the body," Harley said, shaking her head. There was nothing especially healthy about Ziggy. Of course, it was the pot calling the kettle black.
"Whatever," A few more swigs and he’d started on a second bottle, his mind clouding over even more with every drop that passed his lips.
"At least I can admit I’m fucked up," Harley muttered, a look of disappointment crossing her face.
"You are not, you are wonderful!" His body heat raised to the point where he started to steam, and stumbled out of the room into Harley. "Let's fuck." Ziggy became a completely different being in the state of inhebriation.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I couldn’t be healthier, actually." He snarled slightly, chugging back wine like a baby with a bottle.
"Health doesn’t just have to do with the body," Harley said, shaking her head. There was nothing especially healthy about Ziggy. Of course, it was the pot calling the kettle black.
"Whatever," A few more swigs and he'd started on a second bottle, his mind clouding over even more with every drop that passed his lips.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I don’t understand," He was too budy grabbing as many bottles as he could carry to face her. "All I understand is that I’m a screw-up and a freak, and Jack doesn’t want me."
Ziggy passed Harley again sliwly and went across the hall to what looked like a blank white room, but it was far more than that to him. This time he did close the door, not wanting her to see the secrets of the room or see him break down.
Another very deep sigh - she seemed full of them. She followed after a moment up to the closed doors. Sitting down next to the door, she knocked on it. She kept knocking on it, unwilling to leave him alone.
"Y-you can c-come in," Behind the door was in fact a white room, but it was far from blank. Absolutely everywhere, save for the corner stained with makeup and wine, had polaroids and photographs both Ziggy and Jack had taken and scrapbooked of their relationship. There were even pictures of them posing with their little baby boy, attempting to look like proper parents though they were far from it.
Harley walked in, eyes glancing over the walls. "You realize you’re not healthy, right?" she said, carefully and slowly. She bit her lip. She didn’t feel it was her place.
"I couldn't be healthier, actually." He snarled slightly, chugging back wine like a baby with a bottle.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I don’t understand," He was too budy grabbing as many bottles as he could carry to face her. "All I understand is that I’m a screw-up and a freak, and Jack doesn’t want me."
Ziggy passed Harley again sliwly and went across the hall to what looked like a blank white room, but it was far more than that to him. This time he did close the door, not wanting her to see the secrets of the room or see him break down.
Another very deep sigh - she seemed full of them. She followed after a moment up to the closed doors. Sitting down next to the door, she knocked on it. She kept knocking on it, unwilling to leave him alone.
"Y-you can c-come in," Behind the door was in fact a white room, but it was far from blank. Absolutely everywhere, save for the corner stained with makeup and wine, had polaroids and photographs both Ziggy and Jack had taken and scrapbooked of their relationship. There were even pictures of them posing with their little baby boy, attempting to look like proper parents though they were far from it.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I’m the only one who did anything!" Ziggy released her and rushed out of the room, leaving the door open. Anyone who knew him knew very well where he was heading, his wine cellar.
Another deep sigh escaped her, and for a moment she simply lay there. She couldn’t run like she used to, not in the shape she was in. Slowly, she rose, and walked down the hall. Momentarily, she stopped in the bathroom and opened the mirror, looking on the shelves more medication or razors. She stopped herself, though, and walked down to the wine cellar. "Zig, in my entire life I have seen one situation in which only one person was to blame, and this isn’t that situation. Denying the truth doesn’t make it any less true," she said, words soft.
"I don't understand," He was too budy grabbing as many bottles as he could carry to face her. "All I understand is that I'm a screw-up and a freak, and Jack doesn't want me."
Ziggy passed Harley again sliwly and went across the hall to what looked like a blank white room, but it was far more than that to him. This time he did close the door, not wanting her to see the secrets of the room or see him break down.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I-I miss Jack." He whispered after a while, not to her particularly but more to himself. Zig couldn’t help himself as he started to sob hysterically on Harley’s shoulder, ruining his dolly makeup that made him view himself better.
"I’m sorry.."
"Don’t apologize," Harley said, her hands rubbing gently circles in his back. “I’m the one that’s sorry.” She sighed and held him a little closer, trying to sooth him with the smooth motion of her fingers.
"But you didn’t do anything to be sorry for," He sniffled and babbled like a small child, which he technically was on his home planet. "And neither did Jackie.’
"Oh yes, we did. Everyone did," Harley said, shaking her head ever so softly. She felt a weight in her chest that was so hot and so painful she thought it might melt through her like acid.
"I'm the only one who did anything!" Ziggy released her and rushed out of the room, leaving the door open. Anyone who knew him knew very well where he was heading, his wine cellar.
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"I-I miss Jack." He whispered after a while, not to her particularly but more to himself. Zig couldn’t help himself as he started to sob hysterically on Harley’s shoulder, ruining his dolly makeup that made him view himself better.
"I’m sorry.."
"Don’t apologize," Harley said, her hands rubbing gently circles in his back. “I’m the one that’s sorry.” She sighed and held him a little closer, trying to sooth him with the smooth motion of her fingers.
"But you didn't do anything to be sorry for," He sniffled and babbled like a small child, which he technically was on his home planet. "And neither did Jackie.'
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"Is there any other way to live?" He joked innocently, swiveling his jaw slightly into a smirk. Zig’s arms tightened around Harley as he brought her closer, burrowing his face in her neck area.
"Obviously not," Harley said, another soft chuckle hummed in her chest, the flutter of her heart never even. Harley wrapped her arms around Zig, letting him be as close as he wanted, and savoring the contact of skin to skin. She closed her eyes and let a warm smile fall and stay on her lips.
"I-I miss Jack." He whispered after a while, not to her particularly but more to himself. Zig couldn't help himself as he started to sob histerically on Harley's shoulder, ruining his dolly makeup that made him view himself better.
"I'm sorry.."
"Lipstick?"
"Sey!"
"Would you lay with me?" His lashes fluttered in a flirtatious way, his hand slipped into hers. "For a little cuddling?"
"Sounds lovely," she conceded, smile on her lips spreading slightly. She let Ziggy tug at her hand, pulling her away from the vanity.
Whilst leading Harley to a cozier room, he quietly babbled to himself about various things. He spoke in Martian, which was rare, so that she couldn't understand. All along his thumb repeatedly rubbed over the hand, harder and harder each time.
Ziggy picked Harley up around her waist and layed on a soft bed, the whole room specifically designed for cuddling.
"Oh, far," His snaked his manicured fingers into Jack’s hair and gently across his neck, blowing lightly on the sensitive skin. "I need you.."
A small moan came out at the fingers and a shiver at the blow as he pressed more kisses along his face. “So do I.. more than anything.”
"Love you so, so much," Zig slipped out of his lingerie, thankful that they'd already rid of their clothes. He wanted to ask if Jack was ready, if he even had enough strength or energy, but thought that to be rude.
Ziggy Stardust: like a Leper Messiah!