[ Jon is in a good mood, what with having been assigned, and to someone he likes. He’s actually heading back to his room as he calls. ]
As you’ve been assigned my former employer as your assignment this month, we should probably talk. At your earliest convenience?
I will make the time.
As you’ve been assigned my former employer as your assignment this month, we should probably talk. At your earliest convenience?
I will make the time.
On my way.
[It took Raylan seven minutes to get up to the second floor. He opted to ask Helena to stay safe in his cabin while he did this, which made it all the quicker, but here he was, hat and sidearm tucked into the small of his back under the security of his denim jacket and all.
Knock knock. Avon calling.]
[It took Raylan seven minutes to get up to the second floor. He opted to ask Helena to stay safe in his cabin while he did this, which made it all the quicker, but here he was, hat and sidearm tucked into the small of his back under the security of his denim jacket and all.
Knock knock. Avon calling.]
[The door will open almost immediately to reveal three things: the first is a man with a large number of small, circular scars on his face and hands as well as what looks like a scar from a slice mark visible just under his chin. Blonde haired, with a liberal amount of grey sprinkled in, he is nonetheless dressed well enough and gives the air of a beleaguered librarian. Around his neck is what is definitely an at least six foot long brown snake whose head lifts in greeting as she gives a little tongue flicker of silent hello.
The last is a full sized bernese mountain dog who is standing about five feet away from the door and looks like she desperately wants to love Raylan forever and ever because she is, in fact, made entirely out of affection and delight.
In order, they are Jon, Pythia, and Winifred. Jon, for his part, dips his head and gestures for Raylan to come right in.]
If you like dogs, I'll tell her she's allowed to say hello, otherwise, I can put her in the bedroom for a bit.
Jon, incidentally. Sorry for... skipping that part.
[ His accent is RP, gone a little relaxed around the edges, and the voice is friendly enough if a little harried. ]
The last is a full sized bernese mountain dog who is standing about five feet away from the door and looks like she desperately wants to love Raylan forever and ever because she is, in fact, made entirely out of affection and delight.
In order, they are Jon, Pythia, and Winifred. Jon, for his part, dips his head and gestures for Raylan to come right in.]
If you like dogs, I'll tell her she's allowed to say hello, otherwise, I can put her in the bedroom for a bit.
Jon, incidentally. Sorry for... skipping that part.
[ His accent is RP, gone a little relaxed around the edges, and the voice is friendly enough if a little harried. ]
[He glanced over the group of them and it was habit to tip his hat at the dip of head and welcoming gesture as he stepped in with a quiet 'Thank you'. There was no helping the slight eyeing of the animals, no matter how fluffy one and nonthreatening both of them were - Too many experiences in Florida with exactly this species combination.]
As long as you can promise nothin's gonna come at me with teeth, I'll be alright. Ain't so much a matter of me disliking dogs.. or snakes, only that I've seen my fair share of both that would rather eat me than look at me.
[Raylan's face was easy and set into a polite slant of his lips, a suggestion of a smile and an accent that was obviously southern but still a far cry from deep southern Gentleman troupe, warm and unflappably affable, to match the flannel and t-shirt layer under his jacket.]
But a pleasure to meet you. Clearly you already know my name, so I won't bother wastin' my breath with that. I apperciate you reachin' out. I'm assuming you're a warden as well?
As long as you can promise nothin's gonna come at me with teeth, I'll be alright. Ain't so much a matter of me disliking dogs.. or snakes, only that I've seen my fair share of both that would rather eat me than look at me.
[Raylan's face was easy and set into a polite slant of his lips, a suggestion of a smile and an accent that was obviously southern but still a far cry from deep southern Gentleman troupe, warm and unflappably affable, to match the flannel and t-shirt layer under his jacket.]
But a pleasure to meet you. Clearly you already know my name, so I won't bother wastin' my breath with that. I apperciate you reachin' out. I'm assuming you're a warden as well?
I don't like hurting people.
[ The snake's voice is soft, bell-like, and sweet, with the same sort of accent as Jon. Jon, for his part, nods and walks over to Winifred before giving her a pet, a treat, and snapping his fingers before pointing towards the back. The dog turns around and trots into the bedroom, and Jon follows only so far as to close it behind her.]
Pythia stays with me, but Winifred can certainly nap for a time. Better that you're not feeling uncomfortable. Tea or coffee?
[ He starts heading back towards the front, detouring off to the left to where he has the kitchen with a small table and chairs there. ]
B-but yes, I'm a warden. Have been my entire tenure here. I only knew your name from the announcement, however.
[ The snake's voice is soft, bell-like, and sweet, with the same sort of accent as Jon. Jon, for his part, nods and walks over to Winifred before giving her a pet, a treat, and snapping his fingers before pointing towards the back. The dog turns around and trots into the bedroom, and Jon follows only so far as to close it behind her.]
Pythia stays with me, but Winifred can certainly nap for a time. Better that you're not feeling uncomfortable. Tea or coffee?
[ He starts heading back towards the front, detouring off to the left to where he has the kitchen with a small table and chairs there. ]
B-but yes, I'm a warden. Have been my entire tenure here. I only knew your name from the announcement, however.
[In retrospect, he was glad for the time with Helena and the flood, to get used to this peak weirdness and the idea that he could handle a snake or anything else talking to him without blinking. His eyebrows lifted as Jon directed Winifred away; a well trained dog was impressive. Unless it was being siced on him.]
I imagine that's good for a great number of reasons,[He joked gently, with all respect. He didn't look down on things that could fuck him up as badly as snakes and dogs.
Realizing this was a little more casual than an office visit and a trading of paper, Raylan took off his hat to reveal his own salting dark hair as he answered, following Jon towards the kitchen.]
Coffee please.
Are you another long hauler? I've only been here some two weeks, so I'm fresh, but I haven't found anyone outside of one that's been here shorter than 2 years.
I imagine that's good for a great number of reasons,[He joked gently, with all respect. He didn't look down on things that could fuck him up as badly as snakes and dogs.
Realizing this was a little more casual than an office visit and a trading of paper, Raylan took off his hat to reveal his own salting dark hair as he answered, following Jon towards the kitchen.]
Coffee please.
Are you another long hauler? I've only been here some two weeks, so I'm fresh, but I haven't found anyone outside of one that's been here shorter than 2 years.
I've been here three, so I suppose I'd fall under that umbrella. There's quite a few who are new, though. New-er, anyway.
[ Coffee has always been something he's struggled with, but the purchase of a french press and Tim's enjoyment of the stuff has made him a little better with it. It's certainly not bad if only to avoid hearing about it. He'll get that started and throw a tea bag in a cup for himself.
Pythia slides around so she can face Raylan.]
Oh yes, I'm very very venomous but I'd much rather hide. It's easier to clear things up if I just hide.
Quite right. Now...
[ He presses the coffee, pours it out, and turns to put the cup on the table. He'll bring over a little saucer of milk and a little pot of sugar as well. His tea can steep while they're talking. ]
On the matter of Elias, er...
How... knowledgeable are you of, um, that is-
Do you have the supernatural in your world?
[ He holds up a hand. ]
Not... not dime store psychics and horror movies, I mean... actual supernatural powers.
[ Coffee has always been something he's struggled with, but the purchase of a french press and Tim's enjoyment of the stuff has made him a little better with it. It's certainly not bad if only to avoid hearing about it. He'll get that started and throw a tea bag in a cup for himself.
Pythia slides around so she can face Raylan.]
Oh yes, I'm very very venomous but I'd much rather hide. It's easier to clear things up if I just hide.
Quite right. Now...
[ He presses the coffee, pours it out, and turns to put the cup on the table. He'll bring over a little saucer of milk and a little pot of sugar as well. His tea can steep while they're talking. ]
On the matter of Elias, er...
How... knowledgeable are you of, um, that is-
Do you have the supernatural in your world?
[ He holds up a hand. ]
Not... not dime store psychics and horror movies, I mean... actual supernatural powers.
I'm sure I'll get around to 'em.
[These things took time. He had it, now. Huffing a breath at Pythia, Raylan lifted a hand.]
I've dealt with too many holy rollers - I believe it.
Black is fine-[To save Jon from bringing or wasting either the cream or the sugar. Raylan helped himself to a chair as he clarified, setting his hat off on the far edge of the table and nodding his thanks as he pulls the coffee close.]
Thankfully, no, I do not. Just the regular underbelly of mankind. That bein' said, I've been made.. aware... of that being a reality here. It helps that I was also somethin' of a reader when I was young and had the spare time for that kind of thing. It's not blind faith, but enough people tell you the sky is blue..
[You get the idea.
But he knew what a question like that meant and he waited for the reason of it having been asked.]
[These things took time. He had it, now. Huffing a breath at Pythia, Raylan lifted a hand.]
I've dealt with too many holy rollers - I believe it.
Black is fine-[To save Jon from bringing or wasting either the cream or the sugar. Raylan helped himself to a chair as he clarified, setting his hat off on the far edge of the table and nodding his thanks as he pulls the coffee close.]
Thankfully, no, I do not. Just the regular underbelly of mankind. That bein' said, I've been made.. aware... of that being a reality here. It helps that I was also somethin' of a reader when I was young and had the spare time for that kind of thing. It's not blind faith, but enough people tell you the sky is blue..
[You get the idea.
But he knew what a question like that meant and he waited for the reason of it having been asked.]
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The sky, in this case, is so blue it's nearly purple. And I mean that in regards to... well, to Elias Bouchard.
[ He'll start dosing his own since it's practically done and he's not really focused on it anyway. Tea for himself is a slapdash affair. ]
His real name is Jonah Magnus. He's well over 200 years old, and he is an avatar and dedicant to a power known to most as the Eye, or the Ceaseless Watcher. It both is, and is composed of, the fears surrounding knowledge and secrets. And his sole aim for that 200 years or so was to bring that power to my world to gain power, dominion, and immortality from it.
[ A pause. ]
Still with me?
[ He'll start dosing his own since it's practically done and he's not really focused on it anyway. Tea for himself is a slapdash affair. ]
His real name is Jonah Magnus. He's well over 200 years old, and he is an avatar and dedicant to a power known to most as the Eye, or the Ceaseless Watcher. It both is, and is composed of, the fears surrounding knowledge and secrets. And his sole aim for that 200 years or so was to bring that power to my world to gain power, dominion, and immortality from it.
[ A pause. ]
Still with me?
[Whoa whoa whoa.
Whoa.
Raylan lifted a hand, eyes shutting for a moment before reopening enough to be halfmoons.]
I apologize; The only thing that comes to mind is Argus, the 100 eyed Greek god, and I could not tell you what 'Avatar' means in this context.
So he's the all seeing god of.. fear, chaos, paranoia, the shit that followed the broadcast of War of the Worlds back in the late 1930's?
[Raylan only had half a foot in disbelief, but nothing Jon could say would change that until he met the proof in the pudding - he was only trying to find the common ground of understanding. This wasn't a 'nod and uh-huh' your way through kinda lecture.]/small>
Whoa.
Raylan lifted a hand, eyes shutting for a moment before reopening enough to be halfmoons.]
I apologize; The only thing that comes to mind is Argus, the 100 eyed Greek god, and I could not tell you what 'Avatar' means in this context.
So he's the all seeing god of.. fear, chaos, paranoia, the shit that followed the broadcast of War of the Worlds back in the late 1930's?
[Raylan only had half a foot in disbelief, but nothing Jon could say would change that until he met the proof in the pudding - he was only trying to find the common ground of understanding. This wasn't a 'nod and uh-huh' your way through kinda lecture.]/small>
Not… quite. That’s a little too human for what we’re taking about. As… loathe as I am to reference the man, given his inclinations, this is something closer to… Lovecraft, if you’re familiar. Horror and terror on a cosmic scale.
[ Pythia lifts her head. ]
Would it help to see it yourself? Or… feel it, I guess?
[ He looks down at the little snake with a wince before looking back up. ]
While I was, er, getting to that, that is an option.
[ Pythia lifts her head. ]
Would it help to see it yourself? Or… feel it, I guess?
[ He looks down at the little snake with a wince before looking back up. ]
While I was, er, getting to that, that is an option.
Never got into that kinda horror. [The ready admittance came with a slight narrowing of his eyes.] But culturally, I'm aware of the general gist. Eldritch God that will rise up outta the sea to drive man insane.
[Raylan's head bobbed and weaved backwards a fraction at the suggestion, full of incredulous confusion - it's not his fault really, he is a painfully sheltered human in the big bad multiverse and somewhere down below, a reindeer huffed a breath at Raylan's previous protective persistence.]
What do you mean?
[Raylan's head bobbed and weaved backwards a fraction at the suggestion, full of incredulous confusion - it's not his fault really, he is a painfully sheltered human in the big bad multiverse and somewhere down below, a reindeer huffed a breath at Raylan's previous protective persistence.]
What do you mean?
[ His shoulders sink a little. This is not something he likes to talk about, which makes the amount of times he's had to talk about it somewhat depressing. ]
Less rise from the sea and-
Well, the less said about that part, the better.
[ A deep breath.j ]
An avatar, in this case, is someone who has... who has been partially transformed by their power into something more, and less, than human. A fully realized avatar is someone who has... who would have died had they not... leaned into that part.
Such as Elias... and myself.
[ The little snake head leans up and nuzzles his cheek. ]
Less rise from the sea and-
Well, the less said about that part, the better.
[ A deep breath.j ]
An avatar, in this case, is someone who has... who has been partially transformed by their power into something more, and less, than human. A fully realized avatar is someone who has... who would have died had they not... leaned into that part.
Such as Elias... and myself.
[ The little snake head leans up and nuzzles his cheek. ]
[The squint persisted and several beats of silence passed.]
Alright. [He can handle facts, he can suspend his disbelief for the polite, for the reassurance that this was reality and he was going to have to take it.]
Its on trust that I'm not askin' what you leaned into; you're a warden and I have to put some trust into that position. So y'all are big bads. [Normally otherwise above his paygrade.]
What do you mean 'better to see or feel it', what's that option.
Alright. [He can handle facts, he can suspend his disbelief for the polite, for the reassurance that this was reality and he was going to have to take it.]
Its on trust that I'm not askin' what you leaned into; you're a warden and I have to put some trust into that position. So y'all are big bads. [Normally otherwise above his paygrade.]
What do you mean 'better to see or feel it', what's that option.
[ He clears his throat. ]
You can ask. I don't keep secrets here, for any number of reasons, starting with the fact that I'm a warden and I happen to believe that I owe people a certain amount of transparency as such.
[ He spreads a hand. ]
Elias offered me the position of Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, a prestigious organization dedicated to the study and investigation of the paranormal. I was unaware at the time that this position came with... the transformation I mention.
They don't exactly wait for informed consent
[ He clears his throat and nods. ]
Quite. What I 'leaned into' was deciding to live out of fear for what might happen to those I cared for were I to remain dead, largely because Elias seemed content to use them as cannon fodder in his schemes. As such, I am currently... an Archivist. And what I mean is... I can show you a little of what that means, i-in a non-harmful sense, obviously.
You can ask. I don't keep secrets here, for any number of reasons, starting with the fact that I'm a warden and I happen to believe that I owe people a certain amount of transparency as such.
[ He spreads a hand. ]
Elias offered me the position of Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, a prestigious organization dedicated to the study and investigation of the paranormal. I was unaware at the time that this position came with... the transformation I mention.
They don't exactly wait for informed consent
[ He clears his throat and nods. ]
Quite. What I 'leaned into' was deciding to live out of fear for what might happen to those I cared for were I to remain dead, largely because Elias seemed content to use them as cannon fodder in his schemes. As such, I am currently... an Archivist. And what I mean is... I can show you a little of what that means, i-in a non-harmful sense, obviously.
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["Hi, nice to meet you, what Elder God Horror did you embrace today?" While Raylan appreciated that transparency, he was prioritizing things and frankly, the understanding of what both men were in more practical, human terms took precedent. Questions could be shelved. Opportunities for experiences cannot.]
And I thought I had shitty jobs..
[He studied Jon and his snake for another long moment before nodding. If Jon wasn't a warden, if Raylan's gut didn't twist towards the truth of all this, he would have declined or asked for a raincheck, but he'd yet to actually meet Elias yet and nothing was better than having a file in his own head beforehand. Especially with how different everything was.]
I'd like to understand. Whatever that looks like.
And I thought I had shitty jobs..
[He studied Jon and his snake for another long moment before nodding. If Jon wasn't a warden, if Raylan's gut didn't twist towards the truth of all this, he would have declined or asked for a raincheck, but he'd yet to actually meet Elias yet and nothing was better than having a file in his own head beforehand. Especially with how different everything was.]
I'd like to understand. Whatever that looks like.
All right.
[ He holds up a single hand. ]
Please rest assured this is a feeling. There is no one else here other than my cat and she is asleep in the living room. And anything further will be done only with your explicit consent.
[ Which is when his shoulders will relax, and the feeling of the room will change. That itch, that very specific feeling of eyes on you, of someone watching you, of someone just waiting for you to do something interesting or shameful, something you don't want anyone to know you do. Jon's own eyes hold a greater intensity than before, like there's somehow more of them looking at Raylan even though it's still just the two, not just at but wanting to look through. Straight into you to go digging around inside of you for your secrets. ]
[ He holds up a single hand. ]
Please rest assured this is a feeling. There is no one else here other than my cat and she is asleep in the living room. And anything further will be done only with your explicit consent.
[ Which is when his shoulders will relax, and the feeling of the room will change. That itch, that very specific feeling of eyes on you, of someone watching you, of someone just waiting for you to do something interesting or shameful, something you don't want anyone to know you do. Jon's own eyes hold a greater intensity than before, like there's somehow more of them looking at Raylan even though it's still just the two, not just at but wanting to look through. Straight into you to go digging around inside of you for your secrets. ]
[Raylan wasn't sure what he was expected, but the feeling of the world's attention warping around to point him was not it.
His fingers on his right hand twitched, a restrained habitual reach towards the sidearm that wasn't on his hip anyway and he wished, for the quarter of a second, he wishes he'd left his hat on. His shoulders squared, jaw setting as it dropped a fraction, and his hazel eyes went dark and hard. To any other regular human, his look would have been bordering on aggressive intimidation but Raylan didn't move or writhe under the pressure - just kept his eyes on Jon's like he was daring him to get through his walls as the hairs on the back of his neck strained in their sudden rise.
Raylan had spent his life hiding bits and pieces of him under pressure; the mask he wore was well comfortable on his face. He'd learned very young how to tuck himself away, to turn off, to become quiet and still.]
So you see. [His voice was even and low, like he was negotiating.]
His fingers on his right hand twitched, a restrained habitual reach towards the sidearm that wasn't on his hip anyway and he wished, for the quarter of a second, he wishes he'd left his hat on. His shoulders squared, jaw setting as it dropped a fraction, and his hazel eyes went dark and hard. To any other regular human, his look would have been bordering on aggressive intimidation but Raylan didn't move or writhe under the pressure - just kept his eyes on Jon's like he was daring him to get through his walls as the hairs on the back of his neck strained in their sudden rise.
Raylan had spent his life hiding bits and pieces of him under pressure; the mask he wore was well comfortable on his face. He'd learned very young how to tuck himself away, to turn off, to become quiet and still.]
So you see. [His voice was even and low, like he was negotiating.]
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[ A quick nod. ]
The 'seeing' is closer to Elias's abilities; his title is the Watcher, and how much that means is... very much not an objective and easily definable thing. Much of how the Powers work is, er, it's all from living beings. So it's also shaped by them to some extent as well.
The parts I know involve being able to see through eyes, real or photographic or artistically rendered. He can Know things as I do, o-or he could. And that can be anything from 'how to administer a local anesthetic' to 'the exact feeling your loved one experienced as they died'. More importantly: he can inflict it on you.
[ A deep breath in and out. Mostly out. ]
Quite frankly, in a place where physical harm is... as manageable as it is here, the abilities of an avatar of the Beholding are singularly powerful. I don't know how much he has left to him with the Admiral suppressing his abilities. But I thought you should be aware, and on guard. He's had 200 years to learn how to use such abilities subtly and skillfully; he won't be as obvious as I'm being now, but that doesn't mean he isn't using what he has.
[ There's a moment that looks almost painful, as Jon closes his eyes and the feeling of focus, of being watched, of the eyes, slowly fades. ]
The 'seeing' is closer to Elias's abilities; his title is the Watcher, and how much that means is... very much not an objective and easily definable thing. Much of how the Powers work is, er, it's all from living beings. So it's also shaped by them to some extent as well.
The parts I know involve being able to see through eyes, real or photographic or artistically rendered. He can Know things as I do, o-or he could. And that can be anything from 'how to administer a local anesthetic' to 'the exact feeling your loved one experienced as they died'. More importantly: he can inflict it on you.
[ A deep breath in and out. Mostly out. ]
Quite frankly, in a place where physical harm is... as manageable as it is here, the abilities of an avatar of the Beholding are singularly powerful. I don't know how much he has left to him with the Admiral suppressing his abilities. But I thought you should be aware, and on guard. He's had 200 years to learn how to use such abilities subtly and skillfully; he won't be as obvious as I'm being now, but that doesn't mean he isn't using what he has.
[ There's a moment that looks almost painful, as Jon closes his eyes and the feeling of focus, of being watched, of the eyes, slowly fades. ]
[Raylan had enough worldly experience to have heard of a few ideas enough to give him a basis for understanding, as rough as it was. Living Energy + The Power of Choice and the effects that can have weren't beyond them, in an amature shape.
But Jon's lack of confidence on what Elias could or could not do needed to be followed up on.
He was relieved when the sense fades, but back hairs weren't so easily smoothed when raised in such a way, and it was gonna take him several minutes and a fight against the urge to pace a little - he always thought better in motion - the latter of which was fought just as hard as the feeling that was seeping away. A very useful feeling to have in his back pocket.
Raylan took and let a deep breath from his throat with a little working of his jaw as he pointed grabbed and took a sip of his coffee.
God he could use a stiff drink right now. Could he 'push' that thought, make that Known?]
I need a picture of him. I thought the Admiral.. incapacitated these kind of things so that makes me assume that the rules, really, can't negate the fundamental reality of someone. You've told me what he can do, and suggested that he's.. not the best kinda guy in the world; what else can you tell me about him? Things he dislikes, habits he's taken to, things that might trigger him towards lashin' out.
[He might not have a notepad in hand, but bet that there was a file being compiled in the back of his head. Raylan wasn't put off or intimidated by the assignment.]
But Jon's lack of confidence on what Elias could or could not do needed to be followed up on.
He was relieved when the sense fades, but back hairs weren't so easily smoothed when raised in such a way, and it was gonna take him several minutes and a fight against the urge to pace a little - he always thought better in motion - the latter of which was fought just as hard as the feeling that was seeping away. A very useful feeling to have in his back pocket.
Raylan took and let a deep breath from his throat with a little working of his jaw as he pointed grabbed and took a sip of his coffee.
God he could use a stiff drink right now. Could he 'push' that thought, make that Known?]
I need a picture of him. I thought the Admiral.. incapacitated these kind of things so that makes me assume that the rules, really, can't negate the fundamental reality of someone. You've told me what he can do, and suggested that he's.. not the best kinda guy in the world; what else can you tell me about him? Things he dislikes, habits he's taken to, things that might trigger him towards lashin' out.
[He might not have a notepad in hand, but bet that there was a file being compiled in the back of his head. Raylan wasn't put off or intimidated by the assignment.]
The Admiral can suppress gifts but usually does not suppress them completely to start. More often than not, they have a few abilities, or limited use of their abilities. It's why I wanted to let you know beforehand.
[ He settles back in his chair and leans back a little. His snake moves from around his neck to the chair beside him as a little ragdoll cat toddles up to Jon. There's a soft murmur to his sweet little darling before he draws her up into his lap to start petting her. Then he'll continue. ]
He's a man from the victorian era originally, and one from a background of privilege as well; his contemporaries include Robert Smirke, a prominent architect, along with a few others I could give you some notes on. As you might imagine, he likes to know things and not knowing them or being denied access to them is one way to make him upset. He likes to play games; one of his recent gambits involved a wager with an avatar of another power, known as the Lonely.
[ He swallows a little. ]
Which nearly destroyed the man I... love in the process.
[ His hands settle in Sasha's fur. ]
He also manipulated me for several years into getting involved in, facing, nearly dying from, being kidnapped by, and encountering a number of other forces and avatars in a gambit to bring the Eye into our world and trap everyone on earth, everyone on earth, in a nightmare existence of their worst fears or inflicting fear on others.
In his own words: [ and there's almost an overlay to his words, another voice, smoother and more smug and certainly more satisfied ] "I have dedicated my life to handing the world to these Dread Powers all for my own gain, and I feel… nothing but satisfaction in that choice. I am to be a king of a ruined world, and I shall never die."
[ Before he shudders and shakes it off. ]
[ He settles back in his chair and leans back a little. His snake moves from around his neck to the chair beside him as a little ragdoll cat toddles up to Jon. There's a soft murmur to his sweet little darling before he draws her up into his lap to start petting her. Then he'll continue. ]
He's a man from the victorian era originally, and one from a background of privilege as well; his contemporaries include Robert Smirke, a prominent architect, along with a few others I could give you some notes on. As you might imagine, he likes to know things and not knowing them or being denied access to them is one way to make him upset. He likes to play games; one of his recent gambits involved a wager with an avatar of another power, known as the Lonely.
[ He swallows a little. ]
Which nearly destroyed the man I... love in the process.
[ His hands settle in Sasha's fur. ]
He also manipulated me for several years into getting involved in, facing, nearly dying from, being kidnapped by, and encountering a number of other forces and avatars in a gambit to bring the Eye into our world and trap everyone on earth, everyone on earth, in a nightmare existence of their worst fears or inflicting fear on others.
In his own words: [ and there's almost an overlay to his words, another voice, smoother and more smug and certainly more satisfied ] "I have dedicated my life to handing the world to these Dread Powers all for my own gain, and I feel… nothing but satisfaction in that choice. I am to be a king of a ruined world, and I shall never die."
[ Before he shudders and shakes it off. ]
[He stayed silent, a studious student and gave Jon all the proverbial room he needed to lay all this out. The Marshal's service didn't often deal with serial killers, but there were a stack of gruesome stories none the less. Some had Raylan's name on them. While Raylan wasn't really reacting much, the further Jon went on, the more his eyes narrowed and the more that fire in his gut flared.
Despite his best efforts, and unable to quite get his back hairs down, once Jon has finished Raylan blew out a breath and stood up with a rough rub at his salted goatee as he paced away and back again, one hand splaying fingers over his crookedly set hips.]
Okay. [Prioritization mode was still fully functioning. He met Jon's eye with a softer seriousness.]
First - I'm hoping that means your man came out of it alive. [Kinda hard to put someone on that power scale into the ground but that was still Raylan's gut instincts for this kind of situation. You don't fuck with loved ones. Especially not kids or partners. Even the attempt deserves the reward of negation.]
Second - Jesus fucking Christ. [Raylan sat back down, turned in his chair so an elbow could rest on the little table. There was too much in Raylan that could be used that way, and he hated Arlo a little harder.]
Third - Did it work?
Despite his best efforts, and unable to quite get his back hairs down, once Jon has finished Raylan blew out a breath and stood up with a rough rub at his salted goatee as he paced away and back again, one hand splaying fingers over his crookedly set hips.]
Okay. [Prioritization mode was still fully functioning. He met Jon's eye with a softer seriousness.]
First - I'm hoping that means your man came out of it alive. [Kinda hard to put someone on that power scale into the ground but that was still Raylan's gut instincts for this kind of situation. You don't fuck with loved ones. Especially not kids or partners. Even the attempt deserves the reward of negation.]
Second - Jesus fucking Christ. [Raylan sat back down, turned in his chair so an elbow could rest on the little table. There was too much in Raylan that could be used that way, and he hated Arlo a little harder.]
Third - Did it work?
I-it does [ he says, hands starting up to pet the cat again, some of the life coming back into his face,] I was able to get him out. Though not without- not without leaving it's mark.
[ He breathes out slow. ]
And yes, it did work. Until I used my deal here to reverse what had happened and bring the world back to rights, as if it had never occurred. [ Because like hell was he leaving that in people's hearts and minds, nope, no way. There was no question there: the deal was to undo. Now? ] My current deal is something more... permanent.
[ He breathes out slow. ]
And yes, it did work. Until I used my deal here to reverse what had happened and bring the world back to rights, as if it had never occurred. [ Because like hell was he leaving that in people's hearts and minds, nope, no way. There was no question there: the deal was to undo. Now? ] My current deal is something more... permanent.
[Raylan nodded at the first answer. Good.
Second answer: Significantly less good.
Jesus. Jon's world was damned lucky to have him, in that case.]
I've.. been made aware of time discrepancies between people, even from the same world. Do you know where he's at on that timeline?
Second answer: Significantly less good.
Jesus. Jon's world was damned lucky to have him, in that case.]
I've.. been made aware of time discrepancies between people, even from the same world. Do you know where he's at on that timeline?
[ He shakes his head. ]
I don't. I- I'll be honest: it's hard for me to imagine him being killed, being dead. It's one of the reasons I never thought he'd show up. Martin, my, um, my significant other, the man I mentioned, he's here, a-and he's from farther along than I am. He might have more information for you in regards to that. It's...
It's a sensitive subject, so I try not to pry p-purely for my own desire to Know. As you imagine, that could turn out poorly.
I don't. I- I'll be honest: it's hard for me to imagine him being killed, being dead. It's one of the reasons I never thought he'd show up. Martin, my, um, my significant other, the man I mentioned, he's here, a-and he's from farther along than I am. He might have more information for you in regards to that. It's...
It's a sensitive subject, so I try not to pry p-purely for my own desire to Know. As you imagine, that could turn out poorly.
[The worsening stammer, however fraction, was enough for Raylan to lift a hand with a gentle nod.]
No, I can understand why.
Don't suppose anyone's tried to shoot him,[The words were given with a heavy sigh as he picked up the nearly forgotten cup, assuming that many had but when You Know, You know.]
No, I can understand why.
Don't suppose anyone's tried to shoot him,[The words were given with a heavy sigh as he picked up the nearly forgotten cup, assuming that many had but when You Know, You know.]
At home? No. As-
[ Ah, here's another part, and his shoulders sink. ]
He tied all of our lives to the Institute and to him. He made it so that killing him would, effectively, kill all of us. And of course, when one of us tried regardless, it was just a matter of Knowing beforehand what she was about to try and circumventing it.
[ Ah, here's another part, and his shoulders sink. ]
He tied all of our lives to the Institute and to him. He made it so that killing him would, effectively, kill all of us. And of course, when one of us tried regardless, it was just a matter of Knowing beforehand what she was about to try and circumventing it.
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[Finally, with a sip of coffee and his little outburst over, Raylan's shoulders relaxed. He stayed stone still for a long second before bobbin his head and looking over with a wince as he righted himself in the chair.]
Anything I say right now is gonna be ignorant, so I won't say anythin' at all. That's a damned tough spot, no matter how it's spun.
I'll admit that this is.. a little over my head. [And No one was surprised.] I don't know if you know what a United States US Marshal is, but most of the guys I'm goin' after are running drugs, people, or guns. Not knowledge or Avatars. Hellva way for the Admiral to start me out.
[He took another deep breath.]
If I can ask another question, then..[He'd wait for confirmation before continuing.] Is there any kinda general Wardenin' advice you can give me? About Elias or otherwise. Somehow, I doubt this is like teaching, and I'm a shitty therapist.
Anything I say right now is gonna be ignorant, so I won't say anythin' at all. That's a damned tough spot, no matter how it's spun.
I'll admit that this is.. a little over my head. [And No one was surprised.] I don't know if you know what a United States US Marshal is, but most of the guys I'm goin' after are running drugs, people, or guns. Not knowledge or Avatars. Hellva way for the Admiral to start me out.
[He took another deep breath.]
If I can ask another question, then..[He'd wait for confirmation before continuing.] Is there any kinda general Wardenin' advice you can give me? About Elias or otherwise. Somehow, I doubt this is like teaching, and I'm a shitty therapist.
I'm familiar with the idea. A-and no, I thought it might be a little outside of your usual experience. Hence the talk.
[ The last question is probably the hardest of all, and the one that makes him reach as far into his empathy as he thinks he has. The little snake slithers halfway over to rub at his hand with her head, flickering her tongue against his fingers. He lets out a sigh as he nods, ready to speak. ]
There was a time when he was... when there were people who loved him, depended on him. I have evidence of it, I've- I've read their letters, heard their stories. There was a time when- when the knowledge he sought was to help gain understanding. To help people who were in terrible trouble. W-when he felt kinship to others and he cared about them.
If he's here, then... then that man, however thin and broken he is, is still inside of the rat bastard who tried to end the world. There is redemption possible for him, I have to believe that, or I have no right to be here.
[ He looks away, because it's a little close to the bone as he continues. ]
Being... being an avatar of the Eye is- it holds with it an intrinsic loneliness. To watch... to watch is not to do. Watching is... it's something that puts you at a distance. A-and he's been at a distance from people, holding himself there, for 200 years.
I understand that this is- this is quite a lot. And I know there are wardens who see their temporary assignments as merely something to pass the time. But I- I hope you are not one of them. As awful as Elias- [ no, for this, he needs to be accurate ] as awful as Jonah has been to me, and to the people I care about, I know that- that all of it, at the heart of every avatar, is a fear. A fear that twists us into something else if we let it, and he- he has done just that.
[ A long breath out. ]
For whatever that's worth.
[ The last question is probably the hardest of all, and the one that makes him reach as far into his empathy as he thinks he has. The little snake slithers halfway over to rub at his hand with her head, flickering her tongue against his fingers. He lets out a sigh as he nods, ready to speak. ]
There was a time when he was... when there were people who loved him, depended on him. I have evidence of it, I've- I've read their letters, heard their stories. There was a time when- when the knowledge he sought was to help gain understanding. To help people who were in terrible trouble. W-when he felt kinship to others and he cared about them.
If he's here, then... then that man, however thin and broken he is, is still inside of the rat bastard who tried to end the world. There is redemption possible for him, I have to believe that, or I have no right to be here.
[ He looks away, because it's a little close to the bone as he continues. ]
Being... being an avatar of the Eye is- it holds with it an intrinsic loneliness. To watch... to watch is not to do. Watching is... it's something that puts you at a distance. A-and he's been at a distance from people, holding himself there, for 200 years.
I understand that this is- this is quite a lot. And I know there are wardens who see their temporary assignments as merely something to pass the time. But I- I hope you are not one of them. As awful as Elias- [ no, for this, he needs to be accurate ] as awful as Jonah has been to me, and to the people I care about, I know that- that all of it, at the heart of every avatar, is a fear. A fear that twists us into something else if we let it, and he- he has done just that.
[ A long breath out. ]
For whatever that's worth.
Quite a bit. It's worth quite a bit. [Raylan took another deep breath.]
I don't take my job lightly and that is what this is to me; a job. Doesn't matter if it's for a month or a year. [He took his responsibilities seriously.]
Somehow, I'm not guessin' a Marshal from Kentucky is going to be overly affective but.. Maybe I'll find somethin' to drop into his head that'll take root. Make it easier for the next warden to handle him. Never thought that the adage 'It takes a village' would be set against somethin' like this..
Jonah, huh? What's with 'Elias' then? He doesn't sound like the type to go undercover.
I don't take my job lightly and that is what this is to me; a job. Doesn't matter if it's for a month or a year. [He took his responsibilities seriously.]
Somehow, I'm not guessin' a Marshal from Kentucky is going to be overly affective but.. Maybe I'll find somethin' to drop into his head that'll take root. Make it easier for the next warden to handle him. Never thought that the adage 'It takes a village' would be set against somethin' like this..
Jonah, huh? What's with 'Elias' then? He doesn't sound like the type to go undercover.
[ He nods along and listens to what Raylan has to say and he clearly appreciates it. Pythia is the first to speak. ]
His daemon is named Victoria. She’s a moth and she’s very nice. We’re friends.
[ Jon’s lips are tight but he nods. He’s aware. And he doesn’t want to make a fuss about it. But Jon sighs at the last. ]
Elias Bouchard is the latest name he’s taken… and the latest body he’s used. Before he got here, his eyes were in the body of a former stoner who worked at the Institute.
The latest of many.
We’re all so used to calling him Elias it was just awkward to switch.
His daemon is named Victoria. She’s a moth and she’s very nice. We’re friends.
[ Jon’s lips are tight but he nods. He’s aware. And he doesn’t want to make a fuss about it. But Jon sighs at the last. ]
Elias Bouchard is the latest name he’s taken… and the latest body he’s used. Before he got here, his eyes were in the body of a former stoner who worked at the Institute.
The latest of many.
We’re all so used to calling him Elias it was just awkward to switch.
['We're friends' made Raylan's brow twitch into a furrow as he looked back at Jon. How?
But that was swept under again by the revelation of body-snatching and all for the better. It allowed him, later, to be oddly nonchalant about it.
Raylan could only pull a 'What the fuck' face and bury it into the bottom of his emptying coffee cup. He stared at it for a moment before shaking his head, setting the cup down and rubbing his face.]
His eyes were in - of course. [Why not.] I promise that I will do my best. Regardless of how successful I might be about it. If I were at home, I wouldn't believe a word of this but. Why else would he be here if it wasn't possible?
But that was swept under again by the revelation of body-snatching and all for the better. It allowed him, later, to be oddly nonchalant about it.
Raylan could only pull a 'What the fuck' face and bury it into the bottom of his emptying coffee cup. He stared at it for a moment before shaking his head, setting the cup down and rubbing his face.]
His eyes were in - of course. [Why not.] I promise that I will do my best. Regardless of how successful I might be about it. If I were at home, I wouldn't believe a word of this but. Why else would he be here if it wasn't possible?
[ Jon gives a minute shake of his head; there’s no arguing with her on this. He’s tried. He doesn’t approve but he can’t do anything about it. Instead, he sighs. ]
That is what I try to remember.
Ultimately, this is… this is working at the source of the problem.
But… I get the feeling you at least take me seriously. So I can certainly do the same for you.
That is what I try to remember.
Ultimately, this is… this is working at the source of the problem.
But… I get the feeling you at least take me seriously. So I can certainly do the same for you.
Many hands, light work, ect. [He took Jon deadly seriously.]
If you.. hear or get told anything you think I might need to know.. Trouble he's brewing that you or others might be made aware of. He seems like the type that needs to be gotten ahead of while the getting is good. I'm not lookin' to put a boot on his neck and I want to give him some room to exist in, but I know full well how quickly half an inch turns into a mile. Also pretty sure I'm gonna be a burr in his ass.
If you.. hear or get told anything you think I might need to know.. Trouble he's brewing that you or others might be made aware of. He seems like the type that needs to be gotten ahead of while the getting is good. I'm not lookin' to put a boot on his neck and I want to give him some room to exist in, but I know full well how quickly half an inch turns into a mile. Also pretty sure I'm gonna be a burr in his ass.
Of course. As I said: I consider my place as a warden here as a responsibility, to both inmates and to other wardens.
If you can think of something that might require my knowledge or abilities, please don’t hesitate to ask.
If you can think of something that might require my knowledge or abilities, please don’t hesitate to ask.
[Raylan nodded, waited a beat and nodded again.]
Thank you. I'll.. I'll take you up on that if I need to.
[Reaching over to grab and put on his hat, he stood up.]
You've given me a lot to think about. I won't search Elias out until tomorrow, give myself time to.. wrap my head even a quarter of the way around this.
Thank you. I'll.. I'll take you up on that if I need to.
[Reaching over to grab and put on his hat, he stood up.]
You've given me a lot to think about. I won't search Elias out until tomorrow, give myself time to.. wrap my head even a quarter of the way around this.
Certainly. A-and should you need assistance in the library. That as well.
[ He'll push himself away from the table and head for the door. ]
Let me see you out.
[ He'll push himself away from the table and head for the door. ]
Let me see you out.
You might see me in there for my own purposes. Got a feeling I'll be taking that back up as a hobby to pass the time.
[Raylan followed towards the door and tipped his hat once again. Hospitality was not what he'd been expecting, from anyone in this place, really, but he was pleasantly surprised.]
Have a good evening. [And with that, he'd vanish down the hall and thankfully, right into a much needed drink with Tim Stroker.]
[Raylan followed towards the door and tipped his hat once again. Hospitality was not what he'd been expecting, from anyone in this place, really, but he was pleasantly surprised.]
Have a good evening. [And with that, he'd vanish down the hall and thankfully, right into a much needed drink with Tim Stroker.]
Let me know if Jon or Martin've given you the shovel talk for Elias yet, yeah? I get how it's a lot.
'A lot'. [Raylan huffed. That was an understatement but saying as much so freely to a voice he did not know wasn't the wisest thing ever and if his meeting with Jon had done anything, it had at least, correctly amplified Raylan's natural, job raised, paranoia.]
I got a run down from Jon but.. I mean this in no offense, but - Well, I should do it this way. You might already know; I'm Raylan Givens, and you are...
[Lookit that open door, my what a pretty pretty open door.]
I got a run down from Jon but.. I mean this in no offense, but - Well, I should do it this way. You might already know; I'm Raylan Givens, and you are...
[Lookit that open door, my what a pretty pretty open door.]
Timothy Stoker. [And you can practically hear the charming smile in the RP English accent.] Former assistant archivist to Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London, and disgruntled ex-employee of Elias Bouchard.
At some point you're probably gonna hear about how someone broke Elias's nose on his arrival - credit where it's due, that was me.
At some point you're probably gonna hear about how someone broke Elias's nose on his arrival - credit where it's due, that was me.
Pleasure to meet you.. As much as this counts. [He was sure that would change.]
Disgruntled. [Oh he liked that.]
I haven't.. actually met the guy yet but from what I've heard, that's readily deserved. Like I said, Jon gave me some context, but if you've got the time, I'd be happy to listen to whatever insight you can provide and ask some questions of my own about your former situation. I know this parin' is only for a month, but it's my first one. 'D'like to use it to my best advantage.
Disgruntled. [Oh he liked that.]
I haven't.. actually met the guy yet but from what I've heard, that's readily deserved. Like I said, Jon gave me some context, but if you've got the time, I'd be happy to listen to whatever insight you can provide and ask some questions of my own about your former situation. I know this parin' is only for a month, but it's my first one. 'D'like to use it to my best advantage.
I'm happy to meet in person for it, if you like. Maybe the Lounge? I feel like I owe you a drink pre-emptively for all the bullshit we're throwing on your plate before you get to make your own call.
No stress - I'm a warden too. Ten sounds perfect.
[And he'll arrive a little bit early, in fact, and takes the spare minute to pour them both a few fingers of whiskey from the bar.
Like Jonathan Sims, Tim has the same pock-mark scars covering every inch of bare skin, which is a distinct amount considering he's wearing an egregiously colourful short-sleeved shirt. Unlike Jon, however, Tim is still strikingly handsome despite (or perhaps even because of) them. The black slacks are tamer, though, but the ultimate effect is that he looks strikingly similar to the toucan sitting on the counter, methodically tearing apart an orange with her claws and beak.]
[And he'll arrive a little bit early, in fact, and takes the spare minute to pour them both a few fingers of whiskey from the bar.
Like Jonathan Sims, Tim has the same pock-mark scars covering every inch of bare skin, which is a distinct amount considering he's wearing an egregiously colourful short-sleeved shirt. Unlike Jon, however, Tim is still strikingly handsome despite (or perhaps even because of) them. The black slacks are tamer, though, but the ultimate effect is that he looks strikingly similar to the toucan sitting on the counter, methodically tearing apart an orange with her claws and beak.]
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[Raylan arrives right on time, if only because he has a more relative idea of how long it takes to get up and down this damned thing, and his fashion echoed his accent. Blue jeans and boots, a simple black tshirt under an open blue/green plaid button up, all under a lighter color denim jacket. And then The Hat.
But Raylan was used to how amusing this was to most people and he scanned the place, looking for someone who looked like they waiting as a reindeer clopped in after him. The guy with the two glasses seemed the most likely place to start and he headed that way with a finger lazily pointed out.]
Timothy?
But Raylan was used to how amusing this was to most people and he scanned the place, looking for someone who looked like they waiting as a reindeer clopped in after him. The guy with the two glasses seemed the most likely place to start and he headed that way with a finger lazily pointed out.]
Timothy?
[Tim looks up quickly when he hears his name, and his eyes immediately light up when he sees The Hat. Fucking incredible. The reindeer nearly doesn't register.]
Please, Timothy was my father's name. [Though his tone is clearly taking the piss, as he rounds the bar to pass over one of the glasses.] Just Tim is fine. And this is Bertha.
[He nods back at the toucan, who lifts her head to look Raylan over as well, before she gives an approving nod.]
Wotcher, love.
Please, Timothy was my father's name. [Though his tone is clearly taking the piss, as he rounds the bar to pass over one of the glasses.] Just Tim is fine. And this is Bertha.
[He nods back at the toucan, who lifts her head to look Raylan over as well, before she gives an approving nod.]
Wotcher, love.
[Grinning, Raylan took the drink with a nod of his head as he stepped into the bar properly and looked over at the toucan with a deeper nod of his brim. You always greet the animals first, there were rules.]
Pleasure to meet you both. This- [he turned to look over at Helena, arm raising to make clearance for her antlers so he could drop a heavy hand on her shoulders as she studied the new folk.] is Helena. Refused to let me leave her on the deck.
You mean in your cabin, [she clarified with a huff. Raylan bobbed his head in concession and kept his smile.]
I'd say you don't know how much I need this drink but. [Even knowing these people, goddamn. Excuse him while he indulges a gentlemanly sip.] I appreciate the hell out of it after talkin' with Jon.
Pleasure to meet you both. This- [he turned to look over at Helena, arm raising to make clearance for her antlers so he could drop a heavy hand on her shoulders as she studied the new folk.] is Helena. Refused to let me leave her on the deck.
You mean in your cabin, [she clarified with a huff. Raylan bobbed his head in concession and kept his smile.]
I'd say you don't know how much I need this drink but. [Even knowing these people, goddamn. Excuse him while he indulges a gentlemanly sip.] I appreciate the hell out of it after talkin' with Jon.
[Bertha fluffs up happily at the proper etiquette, before she settles in to continue tearing her orange apart. In turn, Tim raises his glass to Helena with a polite smile.
At the drink comment, though, Tim nearly laughs; and the smile is wide, and genuine. Well, mostly genuine. Some smiles have teeth.]
I worked with Jon for something like five years. We started in Research at the Institute before we both moved to the Archives - he got promoted into it and brought me along as his assistant. I am fully aware of the intensity of a Jonathan Sims infodump.
[He takes his own sip and turns to rest his back and an elbow against the bar, eyeing Raylan with the intense curiosity of a born people-watcher.]
So if you want things explained in normal human terms, I'm already prepared.
At the drink comment, though, Tim nearly laughs; and the smile is wide, and genuine. Well, mostly genuine. Some smiles have teeth.]
I worked with Jon for something like five years. We started in Research at the Institute before we both moved to the Archives - he got promoted into it and brought me along as his assistant. I am fully aware of the intensity of a Jonathan Sims infodump.
[He takes his own sip and turns to rest his back and an elbow against the bar, eyeing Raylan with the intense curiosity of a born people-watcher.]
So if you want things explained in normal human terms, I'm already prepared.
It's all still a bit churny, if I'm honest. Jon did a good job, I just.. [He welcomed the alternate view.]
Is this a safe enough place to even be talkin' about this kinda business? How 'bout we take this over to a booth. [Where he could see the door and had a wall behind his back, please and thank you.]
Is this a safe enough place to even be talkin' about this kinda business? How 'bout we take this over to a booth. [Where he could see the door and had a wall behind his back, please and thank you.]
Jon doesn't make a secret of his being a spooky weirdo, he's made a couple of network posts about the things in our universe. I can track them down for you later.
[But he'll nod, still, and Bertha picks up her orange to take the lead over to one of the empty booths, and he'll even be so kind as to leave the side with clearer visuals on the door to Raylan.]
The information itself is all fair game, in other words. People's problems with it are usually Jon's application of it. And Elias's, obviously, but Jon has a habit of putting himself in arms reach of people who'll hit him for it.
[But he'll nod, still, and Bertha picks up her orange to take the lead over to one of the empty booths, and he'll even be so kind as to leave the side with clearer visuals on the door to Raylan.]
The information itself is all fair game, in other words. People's problems with it are usually Jon's application of it. And Elias's, obviously, but Jon has a habit of putting himself in arms reach of people who'll hit him for it.
If he's the spooky weirdo, that make you the normal guy?
[More relieved than he'd let on, Raylan followed with and took up the much more comfortable position of out of the main line of sight with lines of sight of his own. Helena would work her way over eventually, after a patrol around the casino.]
When you're dealin' with somethin' like Elias, I can see why it might be more openly spread around, that need for public knowledge and safety. Jon seemed to parse it simply enough to me but. That's what you're here to help with. A point in the right direction for Jon's previous posts would be appreciated though; I might not work as an Archivist, but information is important to the Marshal's service. Since I'm gonna be Elias's warden for a bit, I figure I can at least have some tact.
I'm guessin' that your relationship with Elias is just as contentious as Jon's.
[More relieved than he'd let on, Raylan followed with and took up the much more comfortable position of out of the main line of sight with lines of sight of his own. Helena would work her way over eventually, after a patrol around the casino.]
When you're dealin' with somethin' like Elias, I can see why it might be more openly spread around, that need for public knowledge and safety. Jon seemed to parse it simply enough to me but. That's what you're here to help with. A point in the right direction for Jon's previous posts would be appreciated though; I might not work as an Archivist, but information is important to the Marshal's service. Since I'm gonna be Elias's warden for a bit, I figure I can at least have some tact.
I'm guessin' that your relationship with Elias is just as contentious as Jon's.
[He flicks his eyebrows like he's letting Raylan in on some stupid in-joke.] I am officially the most normal person that's probably ever worked in the Archives.
[He leans back into the booth cushions, getting comfy.]
But see, Jon's status with Elias is... complicated. Elias hired him for a position he was, quite frankly, grossly underqualified for, without telling him it also came with a side of surprise evil transformation. Like getting turned into an executive manager and also a vampire, except he feeds on secrets instead of blood.
[He takes a sip, mulling over how to regard Elias.]
Mine's a lot simpler. Elias is a manipulative prick and I don't like being used, and he sees me as not much more than collateral in properly getting Jon all spooked up. [He gestures to the scars covering him.] So obviously we're sending out the wedding invites in March.
[He leans back into the booth cushions, getting comfy.]
But see, Jon's status with Elias is... complicated. Elias hired him for a position he was, quite frankly, grossly underqualified for, without telling him it also came with a side of surprise evil transformation. Like getting turned into an executive manager and also a vampire, except he feeds on secrets instead of blood.
[He takes a sip, mulling over how to regard Elias.]
Mine's a lot simpler. Elias is a manipulative prick and I don't like being used, and he sees me as not much more than collateral in properly getting Jon all spooked up. [He gestures to the scars covering him.] So obviously we're sending out the wedding invites in March.
[It was the delivery really that tickled Raylan enough to laugh, eyebrows rising with a crooked bob of his head.]
Never have I appreciated normal more.
[But Tim would find Raylan just as studious a student as Jon had and he listened closely, not without an unemphatic ear, snorting under his breath that he tried and failed to hide in his cup. It wasn't funny. (It was.)]
I'll try to send a gift.
How did you get wrapped up in all this? I know Elias is over 200 years old and you said you've been working for Jon for 5 years - how's a guy get this kinda offer?
Never have I appreciated normal more.
[But Tim would find Raylan just as studious a student as Jon had and he listened closely, not without an unemphatic ear, snorting under his breath that he tried and failed to hide in his cup. It wasn't funny. (It was.)]
I'll try to send a gift.
How did you get wrapped up in all this? I know Elias is over 200 years old and you said you've been working for Jon for 5 years - how's a guy get this kinda offer?
The thing to keep in mind with all of our bullshit is, really? Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people don't know it exists. You go along, leading a perfectly normal life, plodding along like all's right in the world - then suddenly your best friend's nicked an evil library book that turns him into a bone-stealing monster. Or a couple of creepy delivery men drop a chained-up coffin in your lap for you to babysit. Or you get attacked by a bloody werewolf, or a vampire. It's just sheer rotten luck, when you do learn the truth. And even then, most people don't learn the full picture. They just... go on with their lives, perfectly traumatised.
[He takes a drink to let that sort of sink in.]
But if you live in England, everyone knows about the Magnus Institute. Officially we're an academic institute dedicated to researching the paranormal. I can't even count how many kids I've helped with their dissertations there.
We're not paranormal investigators. [Bertha's voice is low, the same RP English accent and vaguely dismissive.] Not technically, we just collect it all.
So people come to us with their spooky stories, genuine Twilight Zone or otherwise, and make a statement. Write or dictate the whole thing out in full, and the rest of us investigate it for veracity. I only started working there 'cos I dropped off my CV, and I think Elias could tell I was packing my own horror story. He hired me pretty much on the spot.
[He takes a drink to let that sort of sink in.]
But if you live in England, everyone knows about the Magnus Institute. Officially we're an academic institute dedicated to researching the paranormal. I can't even count how many kids I've helped with their dissertations there.
We're not paranormal investigators. [Bertha's voice is low, the same RP English accent and vaguely dismissive.] Not technically, we just collect it all.
So people come to us with their spooky stories, genuine Twilight Zone or otherwise, and make a statement. Write or dictate the whole thing out in full, and the rest of us investigate it for veracity. I only started working there 'cos I dropped off my CV, and I think Elias could tell I was packing my own horror story. He hired me pretty much on the spot.
[Raylan's eyebrows might as well stay up there, an inch from the attractive wrinkles of his forehead. He already knew everything would be a Lot but that didn't stop each new thing stacked on top from making his eyebrows try to crawl off his face.
He should have brought more guns, really. His brow slowly settled back into a slight consternation, a faint pinch
Looking over at the toucan as she spoke, he managed half a nod before he was looking back at Tim.]
An odd front but I can see where that kind of affiliation and reputation gets a place a standing. Hellva job choice. [He needed another drink, hold on.] As much as I'd love to go back to that ignorance, chasin' shitkickers over the hills of Mexico or something, it's too late for that now. Dangerous too.
How long did you work there before you found out shit was weird? [I.E. How the hell did you take it, Tim.]
He should have brought more guns, really. His brow slowly settled back into a slight consternation, a faint pinch
Looking over at the toucan as she spoke, he managed half a nod before he was looking back at Tim.]
An odd front but I can see where that kind of affiliation and reputation gets a place a standing. Hellva job choice. [He needed another drink, hold on.] As much as I'd love to go back to that ignorance, chasin' shitkickers over the hills of Mexico or something, it's too late for that now. Dangerous too.
How long did you work there before you found out shit was weird? [I.E. How the hell did you take it, Tim.]
Bit over a year, actually, but a few key moments come to mind.
[He takes a drink as well, but the sharp alcohol isn't why he grimaces.]
When we got attacked by a flesh-eating worm hive, we discovered the secret tunnels under the Archives - which is basement level, for the record. Jon went temporarily insane for about six months, and we... discovered one of our co-workers had been replaced by a horrible monster, and I think the same day we found a famous librarian brutally murdered in Jon's office. Unrelated, funnily enough, and not actually Jon's fault.
[He's going to offer an apology to your eyebrows later, Raylan.]
We only found out the Archive itself was spooky magic bullshit when I tried to do a runner on some unpaid leave and nearly died of the bloody vapours. Not long after that, actually, Elias just straight up told us he was an evil murderer holding our lives on a string. Not the whole two-hundred-year old body snatching part, I learned that from Jon when I got here.
[He takes a drink as well, but the sharp alcohol isn't why he grimaces.]
When we got attacked by a flesh-eating worm hive, we discovered the secret tunnels under the Archives - which is basement level, for the record. Jon went temporarily insane for about six months, and we... discovered one of our co-workers had been replaced by a horrible monster, and I think the same day we found a famous librarian brutally murdered in Jon's office. Unrelated, funnily enough, and not actually Jon's fault.
[He's going to offer an apology to your eyebrows later, Raylan.]
We only found out the Archive itself was spooky magic bullshit when I tried to do a runner on some unpaid leave and nearly died of the bloody vapours. Not long after that, actually, Elias just straight up told us he was an evil murderer holding our lives on a string. Not the whole two-hundred-year old body snatching part, I learned that from Jon when I got here.
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['Flesh eating worm hive' got a grimace from Raylan on principle. Jesus. ]
So I'm guessing your Holiday parties aren't the greatest. Jesus.
[That bared repeating and he took and let out a deep breath.]
Hellva disciplinary option... So are you of the same opinion as Jon on what Elias's being here means? Because in my world, we tend to just put these people six feet under but-" He lifted a hand to stop any clarification. "-I get the... impossible position you were all in. Why that wasn't really an option. Now that he is here, it still isn't, really. Not the point of the place.
So I'm guessing your Holiday parties aren't the greatest. Jesus.
[That bared repeating and he took and let out a deep breath.]
Hellva disciplinary option... So are you of the same opinion as Jon on what Elias's being here means? Because in my world, we tend to just put these people six feet under but-" He lifted a hand to stop any clarification. "-I get the... impossible position you were all in. Why that wasn't really an option. Now that he is here, it still isn't, really. Not the point of the place.
His expression isn't particularly charitable, but his tone remains fairly even. A bit flat. "If I'm going to be fully honest for a moment? No. Jon and I are used to having clashes of opinions, though. He thinks everyone's worth a fair cop, and that's an admirable thing, especially for someone who's been fucked over as many unique times as he has."
He takes another drink, and Bertha starts shredding a piece of orange skin rather vindictively. "But I'm not as nice as Jon. I don't want Elias here, I don't think he'll do anything but hurt people, and I really rather wish he'd just go back to being dead like he deserves. I have a lot of trouble believing he's capable of positive change."
His expression eases off a little as he looks away. "But then, I'm not his warden. I've got a permanent Inmate, so strictly speaking, Elias is only my problem when he makes himself my problem. Unfortunately, he's already given me his mission statement on how he plans to hurt me for hitting him, so it's likely that won't just go away."
He takes another drink, and Bertha starts shredding a piece of orange skin rather vindictively. "But I'm not as nice as Jon. I don't want Elias here, I don't think he'll do anything but hurt people, and I really rather wish he'd just go back to being dead like he deserves. I have a lot of trouble believing he's capable of positive change."
His expression eases off a little as he looks away. "But then, I'm not his warden. I've got a permanent Inmate, so strictly speaking, Elias is only my problem when he makes himself my problem. Unfortunately, he's already given me his mission statement on how he plans to hurt me for hitting him, so it's likely that won't just go away."
"You let me know if he does anything untoward while I'm watching over him. I'll tell you what I told Jon and what I'll tell Elias when I find him tomorrow, I don't think I've got anything that's going to be life changing for someone on his level, but I do take this position seriously. I'm more a 'severed heads don't plot' kinda guy." If Tim couldn't already tell.
"I don't think its up to me to have an opinion on if he's capable of rehabilitation or not. But it is up to me to keep him out of trouble for the next 30 or so days. Can't say I'm not glad to hear that there's someone to argue against what seems like Jon's best intentions." The guy was genuine and Raylan had believed that Jon believed every word.
"Given all I've heard, Elias deserves more than a punch for what he's done. That bein' said, if you could please try to avoid doin' it again without a current reason. If I'm gonna ask him to play by the rules, then it's also my job to make sure he's protected by them too."
"I don't think its up to me to have an opinion on if he's capable of rehabilitation or not. But it is up to me to keep him out of trouble for the next 30 or so days. Can't say I'm not glad to hear that there's someone to argue against what seems like Jon's best intentions." The guy was genuine and Raylan had believed that Jon believed every word.
"Given all I've heard, Elias deserves more than a punch for what he's done. That bein' said, if you could please try to avoid doin' it again without a current reason. If I'm gonna ask him to play by the rules, then it's also my job to make sure he's protected by them too."
That gets a slight grin out of Tim, grim as it is.
'Severed heads don't plot'. He does like that.
"I got my free hit in, I'm not planning on sinking any more," he says evenly. "But Elias has a way of getting under people's skin. The other week--" ugh, he hates having to say it, and he takes a drink to wash out the bitter taste in his mouth. "--on my birthday, he made cake for everyone. As a deliberate jab at me. He made one my personal favourite, and one was. My dead younger brother's. And when I told him he'd made his point, he said he was just getting started."
He knows how much Elias could use against him. Danny was just easy bait, but if he ever tried something with Sasha, he's not sure all the training in the world could keep him at bay.
"I have multiple people on my case, including my own Inmate, who would go absolutely spare if I got demoted over Elias. So you don't need to worry about me lashing out at him for no reason."
'Severed heads don't plot'. He does like that.
"I got my free hit in, I'm not planning on sinking any more," he says evenly. "But Elias has a way of getting under people's skin. The other week--" ugh, he hates having to say it, and he takes a drink to wash out the bitter taste in his mouth. "--on my birthday, he made cake for everyone. As a deliberate jab at me. He made one my personal favourite, and one was. My dead younger brother's. And when I told him he'd made his point, he said he was just getting started."
He knows how much Elias could use against him. Danny was just easy bait, but if he ever tried something with Sasha, he's not sure all the training in the world could keep him at bay.
"I have multiple people on my case, including my own Inmate, who would go absolutely spare if I got demoted over Elias. So you don't need to worry about me lashing out at him for no reason."
Good, said Raylan's faint nod behind a mouthful of whiskey. "I could use one less thing to worry about." So he'll take it.
"Tells me what his preferred method of retaliation is here. I can see where people are gonna need cooler heads to deal with him. Definitely an asshole move," he said, half wincing sympathetically. "Out of respect, I won't ask how good the cake was."
That didn't count as asking!!
"The Barge must be a breeze compared to your world and Elias's bullshit. How long have you been here?"
"Tells me what his preferred method of retaliation is here. I can see where people are gonna need cooler heads to deal with him. Definitely an asshole move," he said, half wincing sympathetically. "Out of respect, I won't ask how good the cake was."
That didn't count as asking!!
"The Barge must be a breeze compared to your world and Elias's bullshit. How long have you been here?"
"Honestly, he can only get to me so well because I wear my heart--"
Abruptly Bertha stops what she's doing and flaps her wings open, and hopskipjumps onto Tim's arm, just below his shoulder as he grins broadly. "--on my sleeve."
"That's never funny," Bertha comments, but her waddle back to her fruit is extra bouncy.
"Says you. Anyway," he turns his attention back to Raylan. "Elias already knows my biggest weak points. His style was trying to find people's to get a reaction from them. Get in their heads and pull it out of them if he has to. Which will be harder without powers, but not impossible. Just means he has to do it the old fashioned way."
Abruptly Bertha stops what she's doing and flaps her wings open, and hopskipjumps onto Tim's arm, just below his shoulder as he grins broadly. "--on my sleeve."
"That's never funny," Bertha comments, but her waddle back to her fruit is extra bouncy.
"Says you. Anyway," he turns his attention back to Raylan. "Elias already knows my biggest weak points. His style was trying to find people's to get a reaction from them. Get in their heads and pull it out of them if he has to. Which will be harder without powers, but not impossible. Just means he has to do it the old fashioned way."
"The 'old fashioned way' sounds a lot like what I'm used to back where I come from. Social jabs and gauged guesses based on what someone lashes out about. That's not somethin' I'm too worried about. Jon... displayed what it... being watched.." Watched felt shallow and oversimplified to the point of stupidity but Raylan lacked any other vocabulary and it was only just a hint of the discomfort it actually gave him, even now that it was gone.
"What that felt like, and I can mind the rest. I was a US Marshal at home, so I feel mostly up on protocols of how to keep as much under my hat as I can. Paranoia comes with the job title. And anything he can pull off the top, I promise I've already run a gamut on." His smile turned a little broader, but it didn't quite warm his eyes any more than they were.
"He's gonna have to dig deep to find somethin' enough to get me on."
He glanced at the Toucan. "Elias didn't... kalima you or somethin', did he?"
"What that felt like, and I can mind the rest. I was a US Marshal at home, so I feel mostly up on protocols of how to keep as much under my hat as I can. Paranoia comes with the job title. And anything he can pull off the top, I promise I've already run a gamut on." His smile turned a little broader, but it didn't quite warm his eyes any more than they were.
"He's gonna have to dig deep to find somethin' enough to get me on."
He glanced at the Toucan. "Elias didn't... kalima you or somethin', did he?"
Bertha gives her croaking little laugh. "We were never worth the effort. Not with his precious Archivist to sculpt."
"Our disappeared coworker is my big one, my brother's the other," Tim says simply. "Neither of them are secrets between our lot, we just don't talk about them. But Jon's good people, even when he turns the spooks on. If all he did was Look at you, he probably figured that level zero was plenty to convince you."
"Our disappeared coworker is my big one, my brother's the other," Tim says simply. "Neither of them are secrets between our lot, we just don't talk about them. But Jon's good people, even when he turns the spooks on. If all he did was Look at you, he probably figured that level zero was plenty to convince you."
Ah. A little less literal than Raylan had assumed and he dipped his head for a moment with his nod.
"Sorry." Too much TV or, more accurately, no idea where the metaphorical and physical line lie. "You guys have clearly gone through a lot. But I took what he said seriously. No one's got time for me to work through disbelief; I'd rather get on with the job and prepare myself for the worst. I was taking it with a grain of salt until the... spooks? Either way, I appreciate you both reachin' out. Elias isn't a guy I wanna be handlin' blind."
He took another drink from his glass, regrettably leaving it empty.
"And I thought comin' in at port with Giants and bat people was weird."
"Sorry." Too much TV or, more accurately, no idea where the metaphorical and physical line lie. "You guys have clearly gone through a lot. But I took what he said seriously. No one's got time for me to work through disbelief; I'd rather get on with the job and prepare myself for the worst. I was taking it with a grain of salt until the... spooks? Either way, I appreciate you both reachin' out. Elias isn't a guy I wanna be handlin' blind."
He took another drink from his glass, regrettably leaving it empty.
"And I thought comin' in at port with Giants and bat people was weird."
Tim and Bertha exchange a glance quickly, and Bertha gives a long suffering sigh, flapping onto Tim's head to reprimand him with her claws briefly, before she flies over to grab the bottle.
"Ahh, port wasn't all bad. Apparently the last one happened right before I arrived, something like five months ago? Six at the end of the month, I think. Something was sending people into murderous rampages." He finishes his own drink, and catches the bottle as Bertha returns with it and tries to wang it into his head. That gets her a kiss on the top of her head from Tim, still, before he tops up their glasses. "Breaches turn us into completely different people, last one was pirates. Floods aren't so bad, at least the Barge stays the same."
"Ahh, port wasn't all bad. Apparently the last one happened right before I arrived, something like five months ago? Six at the end of the month, I think. Something was sending people into murderous rampages." He finishes his own drink, and catches the bottle as Bertha returns with it and tries to wang it into his head. That gets her a kiss on the top of her head from Tim, still, before he tops up their glasses. "Breaches turn us into completely different people, last one was pirates. Floods aren't so bad, at least the Barge stays the same."
Oop- guess they were done drinking, but Raylan's covered surprise returned to Tim, only to snort a little too loudly at the braining attempt that was thwarted, and he manages to hide it behind a fist over his mouth and a soft clearing of his throat.
"So there's a set pattern, of sorts to all the.." Raylan waved his hand at the Barge, the daemons, the whole gig. "I've heard a run down of possibilities and know that it doesn't even scratch the surface; I gotta say, I wouldn't mind being younger again. The rest of it not so much but." Even he had his vanity. Collecting his glass with a quiet 'thanks', he leaned back.
"Gonna have to take it as it comes. Let me apologize ahead of time for any redneck hillbilly shit I might do." A murderous rampage? Raylan was too good at what he did and did it too easily. He didn't want to see what that would be like if it were let go.
"So there's a set pattern, of sorts to all the.." Raylan waved his hand at the Barge, the daemons, the whole gig. "I've heard a run down of possibilities and know that it doesn't even scratch the surface; I gotta say, I wouldn't mind being younger again. The rest of it not so much but." Even he had his vanity. Collecting his glass with a quiet 'thanks', he leaned back.
"Gonna have to take it as it comes. Let me apologize ahead of time for any redneck hillbilly shit I might do." A murderous rampage? Raylan was too good at what he did and did it too easily. He didn't want to see what that would be like if it were let go.
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"Best way to do it, really," he says cheerfully. "Just assume a quarter of every month is going to be a complete write-off and you'll be set for whatever weirdness happens. Pleasantly surprised if it's easy, even, like this one. One of my very first ones, everyone got turned into either animals or random monster species from people's homeworlds."
"During a flood? Usually people get a bit of a, uh." There's a slight grimace as he considers it. "I suppose a grace period, depending on if you get hit by whatever’s happening or not. Accidents and self-defence usually get a fair bit of leeway, it's the first degree murders that get people's attention."
He has a brief drink before he remembers. "Oh- warden murdering an inmate? Instant demotion, I'm pretty sure, but it might get circumstantial if it's self-defence. Inmates don't get any real repercussions besides what their warden puts on them. Like how Trevor turns into a ghost if he hits people now, thanks to Zack."
He has a brief drink before he remembers. "Oh- warden murdering an inmate? Instant demotion, I'm pretty sure, but it might get circumstantial if it's self-defence. Inmates don't get any real repercussions besides what their warden puts on them. Like how Trevor turns into a ghost if he hits people now, thanks to Zack."
Look at Raylan, still thinking in a more 2D environment than he was in - Everything else that could happen was swept under 'Surely someone is going to kill someone else'. It was almost always the outcome, in his experience.
"I'll keep that in mind.." But his brow had furrowed again. "That's.. a very creative solution. So when it comes to consequences, it's really on us.." Can you hear those gears turning? This is why Raylan liked talking to people with experience and getting information. He already knew he was going to have to do some slight adjustments, mentally speaking.
"You said you've got your own inmate - is that a permeant situation for you? How long have you been on.." On the Case sounded weird, Minding them made the inmates sound like children - Made responsible had more sense, but Raylan abandoned the question with a shake of his head. "Shit, I need a dictionary for the action verbs here," he chuckled, taking another deep swallow of whiskey.
"I'll keep that in mind.." But his brow had furrowed again. "That's.. a very creative solution. So when it comes to consequences, it's really on us.." Can you hear those gears turning? This is why Raylan liked talking to people with experience and getting information. He already knew he was going to have to do some slight adjustments, mentally speaking.
"You said you've got your own inmate - is that a permeant situation for you? How long have you been on.." On the Case sounded weird, Minding them made the inmates sound like children - Made responsible had more sense, but Raylan abandoned the question with a shake of his head. "Shit, I need a dictionary for the action verbs here," he chuckled, taking another deep swallow of whiskey.
Bertha snickers.
"'Paired' is the generally accepted term. Less demeaning to everyone involved."
"Unless they're being a turd, in which case it's babysitting," she adds dryly.
"We're paired with Daniel Jacobi and Marie," Tim continues, his only concession to the interruption a wider grin. "Raccoon daemon. And a pair of absolute arseholes. We were permanently paired right off the bat, so unfortunately my advice on wardening styles is going to be limited."
"'Paired' is the generally accepted term. Less demeaning to everyone involved."
"Unless they're being a turd, in which case it's babysitting," she adds dryly.
"We're paired with Daniel Jacobi and Marie," Tim continues, his only concession to the interruption a wider grin. "Raccoon daemon. And a pair of absolute arseholes. We were permanently paired right off the bat, so unfortunately my advice on wardening styles is going to be limited."
"I'll keep that in mind," he said with a grateful nod. He wasn't here to put people down, there were too many different situations to go with such a broad brush here. Raylan chucked at Bertha's addition. "I'm hopin' that's not what I've got with Elias."
At the name, Raylan's head pulled back a fraction with a nod, brow furrowing again. "The Bomb Bug. I met him and Marie in the hallways a few days ago. Spunky. We may have had a conversation about his body count, in full transparency. It didn't end poorly," he admitted with a shrug. "Kinda reminds me of Boyd Crowder. Likes to rob banks and blow shit up."
At the name, Raylan's head pulled back a fraction with a nod, brow furrowing again. "The Bomb Bug. I met him and Marie in the hallways a few days ago. Spunky. We may have had a conversation about his body count, in full transparency. It didn't end poorly," he admitted with a shrug. "Kinda reminds me of Boyd Crowder. Likes to rob banks and blow shit up."
"Yeah, Jacobi's pretty, uh--"
"Remorseless?"
"Shameless," Tim corrects, "About his whole thing. Working as a corporate espionage demolitionist." He gives a soft hum of amusement. "I get the impression we're actually a bit of an atypical pairing, the way we make it work. We became fast friends when I arrived a month or so after him, and then we got paired. Most of my wardening comes from smacking him when he's being particularly obtuse or non-constructively destructive, as his mate."
"When you get a permanent Inmate you get a file with their life story, by the way," Bertha adds. "Which is why we're giving you updates on Elias instead."
"Remorseless?"
"Shameless," Tim corrects, "About his whole thing. Working as a corporate espionage demolitionist." He gives a soft hum of amusement. "I get the impression we're actually a bit of an atypical pairing, the way we make it work. We became fast friends when I arrived a month or so after him, and then we got paired. Most of my wardening comes from smacking him when he's being particularly obtuse or non-constructively destructive, as his mate."
"When you get a permanent Inmate you get a file with their life story, by the way," Bertha adds. "Which is why we're giving you updates on Elias instead."
He snorted out a soft laugh through his nose. "Oh good, so we're openly admitting to it."
And it was good. Raylan just hadn't been blunt about it because he was being careful about the shade of everything coming out of his mouth right now. But he hummed; Jacobi hadn't given him that particular detail about how or where he gained the skills to make homemade pipe bombs. Certainly an interesting edge to it all.
"Life story, huh? That'd be sure as hell more helpful than what I started with. Probably should have asked Jon how, exactly, Elias started down this path but the whole end game of it is.." Well, a fucking Lot Tim, honestly. Raylan took a deep breath and refocused on the point. "I appreciate it. The road would be rougher if I was going in blind. I'm a US Marshal, I'm used to having some information. Or room enough to gather it."
Which.. was a harder version of what was happening. Kind of nice to have the information come to him for once.
"I'm glad to hear it sounds like you take this all seriously too. Wedding invites not withstanding," he said, lips curling at the edges.
And it was good. Raylan just hadn't been blunt about it because he was being careful about the shade of everything coming out of his mouth right now. But he hummed; Jacobi hadn't given him that particular detail about how or where he gained the skills to make homemade pipe bombs. Certainly an interesting edge to it all.
"Life story, huh? That'd be sure as hell more helpful than what I started with. Probably should have asked Jon how, exactly, Elias started down this path but the whole end game of it is.." Well, a fucking Lot Tim, honestly. Raylan took a deep breath and refocused on the point. "I appreciate it. The road would be rougher if I was going in blind. I'm a US Marshal, I'm used to having some information. Or room enough to gather it."
Which.. was a harder version of what was happening. Kind of nice to have the information come to him for once.
"I'm glad to hear it sounds like you take this all seriously too. Wedding invites not withstanding," he said, lips curling at the edges.
Tim gestures a thumb between himself and Bertha. "Researchers. I fully understand what a bitch it is trying to build a case from literally nothing. Or even worse, hear-say."
His fingers drum on his glass for a moment as he shifts in his seat, folding a foot over the other knee. "As for Elias, though..." There's a faint grimace on his face, mirrored in Bertha's annoyed little croak. "If the Admiral thinks there's something there to redeem in that black little cavity where a heart should be on him, then that's really the end of the matter. I don't like it, sure as hell don't agree with it, but I can't do anything about it short of keep to myself."
His fingers drum on his glass for a moment as he shifts in his seat, folding a foot over the other knee. "As for Elias, though..." There's a faint grimace on his face, mirrored in Bertha's annoyed little croak. "If the Admiral thinks there's something there to redeem in that black little cavity where a heart should be on him, then that's really the end of the matter. I don't like it, sure as hell don't agree with it, but I can't do anything about it short of keep to myself."
"Fair enough. History ain't exactly clear and people don't understand what needs to be documented until they're gone."
Raylan understood Tim's position. He was still trying to swallow Boyd graduating; it felt unnatural. Wrong, somehow.
"Not saying anythin' either way but.. He hasn't graduated yet. We'll see if the Admiral is right and if Elias is capable of understanding.. I really hate askin' this question but.. I know he's already put.. Martin? in a real life or death situation - did he make an attempt on you too? From what I've heard from you so far, he's been careless with your life but.. Any direct threats?"
Raylan understood Tim's position. He was still trying to swallow Boyd graduating; it felt unnatural. Wrong, somehow.
"Not saying anythin' either way but.. He hasn't graduated yet. We'll see if the Admiral is right and if Elias is capable of understanding.. I really hate askin' this question but.. I know he's already put.. Martin? in a real life or death situation - did he make an attempt on you too? From what I've heard from you so far, he's been careless with your life but.. Any direct threats?"
Tim grimaces again, and Bertha climbs onto his wrist. "No. Not like-- here, sure, but not back home. He thought I was violent, and unpredictable, and entirely beneath his notice."
His eyebrows twitch up with a faint shrug. "A few of us went to stop a ritual from ending the world. More or less under his command, but it had a high enough chance of succeeding under its own merit that we couldn't really argue him on it. I was on that mission, and... didn't make it back." He smirks faintly, putting his glass down to bury his fingers in Bertha's feathers, stroking down her back. "Plastic explosives leave a pretty strong... impression."
His eyebrows twitch up with a faint shrug. "A few of us went to stop a ritual from ending the world. More or less under his command, but it had a high enough chance of succeeding under its own merit that we couldn't really argue him on it. I was on that mission, and... didn't make it back." He smirks faintly, putting his glass down to bury his fingers in Bertha's feathers, stroking down her back. "Plastic explosives leave a pretty strong... impression."
Raylan ducks his head for a moment, nodding faintly. "Sorry to hear that."
That punch that Elias got was nothing compared to what he deserved. Raylan associated himself a little too much with violent and unpredictable to be wholly comfortable. He didn't respond well to that kind of open opinion about most anyone.
"Sometimes, violent and unpredictable gets shit done. Nothin' to be ashamed of there."
That punch that Elias got was nothing compared to what he deserved. Raylan associated himself a little too much with violent and unpredictable to be wholly comfortable. He didn't respond well to that kind of open opinion about most anyone.
"Sometimes, violent and unpredictable gets shit done. Nothin' to be ashamed of there."
That gets a wry snicker. "I was the one with the detonator, in the end, so I suppose he was right. Still, I like to think I pull off being dead a bit better than he does."
Technically right in verbiage didn't make right in intent - a large enough point for Raylan personally. But it was Tim's death and he wasn't going to tell him how to feel or think about it.
"Considerin' you've both presumably got the flush of life to your face, you're both doin' fairly impressive," he reasoned with a huff. "I'm used to the dead stayin' that way. Makes my life a lot easier. I'm sure it'd do the same for yours too. Not that I've got any plans, mind you,-" Or a record and a body count that made good people look sideways at him, "-but.. how does that work here? People just.. wake back up in their beds the morning after their deaths?"
"Considerin' you've both presumably got the flush of life to your face, you're both doin' fairly impressive," he reasoned with a huff. "I'm used to the dead stayin' that way. Makes my life a lot easier. I'm sure it'd do the same for yours too. Not that I've got any plans, mind you,-" Or a record and a body count that made good people look sideways at him, "-but.. how does that work here? People just.. wake back up in their beds the morning after their deaths?"
"For Wardens? Yeah, actually, but you'll have a raging hangover based on how you got done in. A friend of mine got shot in the head and had migraine symptoms for the whole week." So it's lose-lose either way. Survive and suffer or die and suffer. "Inmates have to get requested back to life, but same thing otherwise."
"Jesus. Well, that would make sense, anyway. I got shot in the head a few months ago, just a flesh wound, otherwise I wouldn't be sittin' here but.. I'll still take headaches over it hurtin' too much to draw." Life was suffering, in Raylan's experience. Most everyone was suffering all the time, except the few who had carved out a few minutes of peace somehow.
But they'd be back in the mess too.
"But that's ah.. An interesting dynamic for the inmates." No assurances unless your warden wasn't a complete asshole. He wouldn't ask where they were in the time between, that might be too much on top of everything else right now.
But they'd be back in the mess too.
"But that's ah.. An interesting dynamic for the inmates." No assurances unless your warden wasn't a complete asshole. He wouldn't ask where they were in the time between, that might be too much on top of everything else right now.
"Well, 'inmates' isn't exactly just a fun and sexy nickname for the folks that died getting here," he says dryly. "End of the day it's still technically a prison ship, it's just gussied up nicer. It's rehab, even if the exact nature of punishments people get for violating their probations tends to vary wildly between wardens."
"I don't think the possibility of staying dead unless someone else on board intervenes is particularly rehabilitating. There's a reason the legal system has protocols and regulations, and really, I'm not seeing much of any of that here. No real organization outside what a few of you are generous enough to do with your time."
IE, This.
"This might be a prison ship, yeah. But with everything else I've seen and heard, we're closer to working for survival under unknown Warden given freedoms on a tub that's havin' a hard time pullin' in reliable food sources. The curtains, the whiskey, it's nice. But it doesn't change much."
IE, This.
"This might be a prison ship, yeah. But with everything else I've seen and heard, we're closer to working for survival under unknown Warden given freedoms on a tub that's havin' a hard time pullin' in reliable food sources. The curtains, the whiskey, it's nice. But it doesn't change much."
He gives a non-committal hum. "I've never heard of an Inmate staying dead for more than a few hours, really. Doesn't do them any good to stay like that and most wardens make a point to check in with theirs after someone goes on a murder spree, so it's hard to miss."
Reassuring? Probably not. But more or less accurate.
"You're not wrong about that survival stuff, still. But that's all a bit recent, we've had people here for some five, even ten years, this is new for them too."
Reassuring? Probably not. But more or less accurate.
"You're not wrong about that survival stuff, still. But that's all a bit recent, we've had people here for some five, even ten years, this is new for them too."
"Life and death outta be the one fair shake we get as people."
He emptied his glass and grabbed the bottle, pouring himself another few fingers. He promised himself this would last him longer than the last.
"I don't know if that's a good thing or not. It's evolution in a place that's supposed to be static, or static choas, even if that idea is laughable with the kind of people that are brought on board. Evolution or death. It's either evolution or degradation, I haven't been here long enough to tell."
He emptied his glass and grabbed the bottle, pouring himself another few fingers. He promised himself this would last him longer than the last.
"I don't know if that's a good thing or not. It's evolution in a place that's supposed to be static, or static choas, even if that idea is laughable with the kind of people that are brought on board. Evolution or death. It's either evolution or degradation, I haven't been here long enough to tell."
That gets a slight scoff out of Tim. "A permanent death's not a guarantee. It's just good luck.
"And far as I've been made aware, all these random shit periods are supposed to be therapy-adjacent. Make people explore things they never could back home, get their innermost secrets put on glorious hi-def display. If the ship's deteriorating or evolving, as you call it," he adds, with a tip of his glass to Raylan, "then it's pretty in line with the general theory. Put people under stressful circumstances, it's just extending the whole period."
"And far as I've been made aware, all these random shit periods are supposed to be therapy-adjacent. Make people explore things they never could back home, get their innermost secrets put on glorious hi-def display. If the ship's deteriorating or evolving, as you call it," he adds, with a tip of his glass to Raylan, "then it's pretty in line with the general theory. Put people under stressful circumstances, it's just extending the whole period."
"It's the way things are meant to be. Anyone who gets around that well.. I don't know that it's luck either way."
Death was a permeant solution in his toolbox that he was reluctant to let go of.
Raylan couldn't help the mirthless scoff under his breath, head shaking a little as he turned the glass on it's bottom edge.
"Therapy for them I can get behind. I'll tell you the same thing I told Marty; I'm here to do a job. One that didn't initially include my ass bein' effected by it." He sucked his teeth for a half second, shaking his head again. "Too late to argue the points of it now, I suppose."
His deal was worth it.
"Good to know that people are thinkin' about it. The alternative bein' too wrapped up in their therapy to really look around."
Death was a permeant solution in his toolbox that he was reluctant to let go of.
Raylan couldn't help the mirthless scoff under his breath, head shaking a little as he turned the glass on it's bottom edge.
"Therapy for them I can get behind. I'll tell you the same thing I told Marty; I'm here to do a job. One that didn't initially include my ass bein' effected by it." He sucked his teeth for a half second, shaking his head again. "Too late to argue the points of it now, I suppose."
His deal was worth it.
"Good to know that people are thinkin' about it. The alternative bein' too wrapped up in their therapy to really look around."
That gets an amused grin out of Tim. "Unfortunately, the nature of delving into someone's inner depths when you're not a licensed therapist is that half the time they'll call you out on doing the exact same shit they do, only your justifications aren't much better. A relationship's give and take, even when it's someone who's by sheer technicality and dumb luck your prisoner." He takes a sip, grinning wryly around it. "Probably especially because of that, even. Some of these people, it's really easy to see where they made their choices."
Goddamnit. The kicker was that Raylan already knew that, but Tim wasn't letting him avoid looking right at it. He should be grateful, he supposed. Too bad the facts irritated the hell of out him and dug finger at a host of shit he kept otherwise tightly under his hat.
Raylan sucked his teeth for a moment and swirled his glass again. He couldn't manage to find even an offhanded argument that stood up and there was plenty to be thrown back at him.
"Well then that, at least, will be the same. I've been surprised a few times but 8 outta ten.." He took a deep breath, hazel eyes much darker than when they'd started this conversation. "Onna my ex-wife's complaints was that I don't talk enough.. God, would she be laughin' her ass off if she knew."
Raylan sucked his teeth for a moment and swirled his glass again. He couldn't manage to find even an offhanded argument that stood up and there was plenty to be thrown back at him.
"Well then that, at least, will be the same. I've been surprised a few times but 8 outta ten.." He took a deep breath, hazel eyes much darker than when they'd started this conversation. "Onna my ex-wife's complaints was that I don't talk enough.. God, would she be laughin' her ass off if she knew."
Tim just looks more smug the longer Raylan doesn't come up with a counter-argument for his stating the obvious, and he's grinning despite the mood in Raylan's eyes at his muttered comment on his ex-wife.
"Well, if it helps, no-one seems to get out of this place with all their secrets intact. So we are all, quite literally," he adds with a teasing wink, "in the same bloody boat. Makes it a bit easier to feel less self-conscious about it, in my opinion."
"Well, if it helps, no-one seems to get out of this place with all their secrets intact. So we are all, quite literally," he adds with a teasing wink, "in the same bloody boat. Makes it a bit easier to feel less self-conscious about it, in my opinion."
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Raylan scoffs. "It ain't being self conscious. It's stupid bullshit everyone's heard a million times in one form or another and if it ain't a weapon, it's worse. Pity. I'll pass. People can tear that shit from my gut and complain to management later."
Well, so much for this drink lasting long. Raylan shot it down like it was water, barely bearing his teeth with the swallow.
"I appreciate you reachin' out and givin' me this headstart on Elias and his bullshit. Next time I see you in here, I'll buy you a drink in a proper thanks. Let me know if I need to try to.. I dunno, reign him in a little."
Well, so much for this drink lasting long. Raylan shot it down like it was water, barely bearing his teeth with the swallow.
"I appreciate you reachin' out and givin' me this headstart on Elias and his bullshit. Next time I see you in here, I'll buy you a drink in a proper thanks. Let me know if I need to try to.. I dunno, reign him in a little."
"Unfortunately there's no buying anything here, or I'd hold you to that," he sniggers, finishing off his own drink in one quick, unflinching swallow.
Then he slides the bottle over the table. "Consider this your initiation present. Welcome to wardening, let yourself really come to terms with everything, and do try not to get murdered. You can pick what we drink the next time."
He knows how much that must all be to think about. He'd only gone better with it at the time because he's completely given up and just assumed everything was evil, and had been proven right. So he'll give Raylan a flirty little wink as he stands, Bertha flapping neatly back onto his shoulder, and he'll take his leave.
Then he slides the bottle over the table. "Consider this your initiation present. Welcome to wardening, let yourself really come to terms with everything, and do try not to get murdered. You can pick what we drink the next time."
He knows how much that must all be to think about. He'd only gone better with it at the time because he's completely given up and just assumed everything was evil, and had been proven right. So he'll give Raylan a flirty little wink as he stands, Bertha flapping neatly back onto his shoulder, and he'll take his leave.
If Tim hadn't left, Raylan was two shakes of lambs tail from getting his hat and leaving himself. But to avoid the rush to the door, Raylan would take the niceties, though he manages nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement and a faint, shallow pull of his lips that didn't reach his eyes.
The bottle was going to be needed and would be nursed back in his cabin where he could chew it all over without giving audience to the jaw calisthenics he would end up doing.
The bottle was going to be needed and would be nursed back in his cabin where he could chew it all over without giving audience to the jaw calisthenics he would end up doing.
[ He knows Raylan.
Hell, Tim knows himself. Back home the only thing that gets them in a semi-holiday spirit is Art Mullen ordering both their asses to attend the office holiday party. Art is not here, so after a bit of internal wrestling, Tim decides he must take up the torch.
So on the day of the party he arrives at Raylan's door, knocking like a pain in the ass until the older man is forced to open the door. Without preamble he holds up two ugly sweaters. ]
Which one do you want?
[ Yes, in fact he had spent all afternoon spelunking in the ship's communal wardrobe for these two beautiful specimens of cotton/polyester.
Hell, Tim knows himself. Back home the only thing that gets them in a semi-holiday spirit is Art Mullen ordering both their asses to attend the office holiday party. Art is not here, so after a bit of internal wrestling, Tim decides he must take up the torch.
So on the day of the party he arrives at Raylan's door, knocking like a pain in the ass until the older man is forced to open the door. Without preamble he holds up two ugly sweaters. ]
Which one do you want?
[ Yes, in fact he had spent all afternoon spelunking in the ship's communal wardrobe for these two beautiful specimens of cotton/polyester.
[Tim was right. As soon as Raylan had seen the invitation, he'd dismissed it. Holiday Parties were for Happy people or people pretending to be happy and he wasn't in the mood for either of them. Several People had been very generous and thoughtful; he had booze and food enough to stand him up for three days.
Needless to say, he did Not expect the insistent knocking of his door and he opened it with something of a bewildered look, which turned into pure confusion at the sudden sweater options and the expectation that he choose.]
... You're joking.
Needless to say, he did Not expect the insistent knocking of his door and he opened it with something of a bewildered look, which turned into pure confusion at the sudden sweater options and the expectation that he choose.]
... You're joking.
"Nope," Tim confirmed, holding the red one towards Raylan. "I personally think the red is more your color, but you may want to start getting used to the idea of wearing unicorns. Willa will eventually go through that stage."
"I am not wearin' anything that draws that much attention to that area," he said, only reaching out to lift one of the shoulders of the sweater as he gaped at it. "At least the unicorn is armed."
Yeah, Tim was much more comfortable with people staring at his crotch - somehow that made sense in Raylan's brain.
"Why are you armed with sweaters at my door exactly? I don't remember a single ugly sweater at any holiday party at the office."
Yeah, Tim was much more comfortable with people staring at his crotch - somehow that made sense in Raylan's brain.
"Why are you armed with sweaters at my door exactly? I don't remember a single ugly sweater at any holiday party at the office."
"Yes Raylan, because the way you slant your hips and frame them with your fingers is oh so discreet," Tim said wryly but he handed over the unicorn sweater.
Shrugging on in to the red sweater, he reached down to settle the balls in place before reaching to tug at the collar of his shirt.
"I couldn't find any of those jingle hats or antler things that Art always makes us wear," he explained.
Shrugging on in to the red sweater, he reached down to settle the balls in place before reaching to tug at the collar of his shirt.
"I couldn't find any of those jingle hats or antler things that Art always makes us wear," he explained.
The sweater was held out under a suspicious gaze before he looked over under an arched eyebrow.
"To the Marshal's office holiday part-" And then it hit him. "That invitation." And his head bobbed to one side. "You're not suggestin'..."
That he go, much less in this.
"To the Marshal's office holiday part-" And then it hit him. "That invitation." And his head bobbed to one side. "You're not suggestin'..."
That he go, much less in this.
Remember that telling look he gave you when you asked about him having to pretend to take a shower?
You're getting that same sort of pointed look. Yes, he is suggesting and if he is going, you are going.
You're getting that same sort of pointed look. Yes, he is suggesting and if he is going, you are going.
The same softly argumentative look Tim had gotten at the point towards Raylan's... well everything stayed for a long moment in the face of Tim's expression. Raylan finally sighed, shoulders settling a fraction in supplication to the inevitable.
"C'mon, you're not gonna drag me away from my king cake and bottles for.. holiday cheer are you? I'm shit at these things, I'd rather just stay here."
"C'mon, you're not gonna drag me away from my king cake and bottles for.. holiday cheer are you? I'm shit at these things, I'd rather just stay here."
Consider all the cute being radiated in Raylan's direction
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2021-12-23 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim pointedly looked around the pathetic cabin Raylan had imagined for himself. It was the pathetic motel room back in Lexington and Tim honestly wasn't sure why Raylan had reimagined it for himself. He had a few theories but he wasn't here to tap into that deep well of Arlo induced self-loathing.
He was here to pry Raylan out of his decrepit shell and drag him to the social scene, so he could shine like a glamorous oyster.
"Put the sweater on and let's get going before all the good cookies are gone."
He was here to pry Raylan out of his decrepit shell and drag him to the social scene, so he could shine like a glamorous oyster.
"Put the sweater on and let's get going before all the good cookies are gone."
Sighing, Raylan took off his hat and hung it on the hooks beside the door so he could pull the sweater over his head and tug it into place, giving it an unimpressed look that was shifted to Tim from under his eyebrows for his opinion as he pulled the door closed.
There was also a heavy hint of 'You're lucky I like you'.
"These better be the best damned cookies that ever were."
There was also a heavy hint of 'You're lucky I like you'.
"These better be the best damned cookies that ever were."
The younger marshal was as undaunted by the look as ever, and merely smirked as he stepped back to let Raylan out the door. Of course you like him Raylan, look how adorable he is in his lewd Christmas sweater!
"Overindulged cookies are always the best damned cookies," he pointed out as he fell into step beside Raylan and began toherd walk with him towards the Enclosure.
"Overindulged cookies are always the best damned cookies," he pointed out as he fell into step beside Raylan and began to
Mr. Givens, I've given some thought to whether I have any requests for items. I believe I've come to a decision.
Just to prepare you, you're likely to find it more than a little odd, but I assure you that the item is a great sentimental value to me.
Very well.
I would like to request the bones of a former friend of mine; a Mr. Barnabas Bennett.
[ He warned you, Raylan. ]
I would like to request the bones of a former friend of mine; a Mr. Barnabas Bennett.
[ He warned you, Raylan. ]
Mr. Givens, please. My friend Barnabas died over two hundred years ago. I've kept his bones in my possession ever since.
Well, I was raised in a time rather less squeamish about the dead and gone. Bones are nothing out of the ordinary, we all have them and they are all we leave when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.
But I have no interest in the bones of anyone else, Mr. Givens. I ask for Mr. Bennett's bones for the simple reason that I cared a great deal about him.
But I have no interest in the bones of anyone else, Mr. Givens. I ask for Mr. Bennett's bones for the simple reason that I cared a great deal about him.
Yeah, and in hindsight, you were all weird as hell for it. I'm not squeamish but once put down, that's where they're meant to stay for someone to dig up in 4 thousand years and be a science product.
Can't you care a great deal about him without setting a dinner plate for his literal bones at your dinner table?
Can't you care a great deal about him without setting a dinner plate for his literal bones at your dinner table?
I invite you to check with Jonathan Sims if you have any concerns about whether I might have any nefarious purposes behind my request.
Wonderful. I look forward to hearing what you decide.
And I'll spare you the stories which make the bones of my friend seem tame by comparison.
And I'll spare you the stories which make the bones of my friend seem tame by comparison.
[ Elias responds at a sensible hour ]
Why do any of us prefer the company of some people over others, Mr. Givens? He was my friend. I am not sure what more you'd like me to say.
[ there is more he could say, but he's resistant. this isn't something he speaks about to anyone. ]
Why do any of us prefer the company of some people over others, Mr. Givens? He was my friend. I am not sure what more you'd like me to say.
[ there is more he could say, but he's resistant. this isn't something he speaks about to anyone. ]
[ Elias types out and deletes a number of hostile comments. They won't help, he's sure. ]
What is it you'd like me to confess to, Mr. Givens?
If you believe the circumstances leading to his death, namely my inaction despite his request, disqualifies me from wishing to keep his bones then simply say so and refuse me.
If you do not believe me capable of feeling sentimentally about a former friend, that is your right to do so. But at least say so outright.
What is it you'd like me to confess to, Mr. Givens?
If you believe the circumstances leading to his death, namely my inaction despite his request, disqualifies me from wishing to keep his bones then simply say so and refuse me.
If you do not believe me capable of feeling sentimentally about a former friend, that is your right to do so. But at least say so outright.
I believe that your inaction disqualifies you from the 'friend' category, but that doesn't really apply to the actual question here. I don't know what you're capable of feeling. I assume you do, at least around things that you're interested in.
You've given me no reason to say no. You also haven't given me any reason to say yes. So in the name of a fraction of understanding about your feeling anything either way and you getting what you want, answering this is your ticket to Mr. Bennett.
You've given me no reason to say no. You also haven't given me any reason to say yes. So in the name of a fraction of understanding about your feeling anything either way and you getting what you want, answering this is your ticket to Mr. Bennett.
Barnabas Bennett and I were lovers, Mr. Givens.
I can be more explicit if that will help you come to a decision? Would you like the details of how and when we met? How we grew closer bonding over our distant fathers and the expectations which come with being the only male heir of a family with ambitions towards the upper classes of British Society at the turn of the nineteenth century? The delight one feels in finding a kindred spirit in a world which, as I suspect you have learned in your time as a Marshall, cares very little for any one individual person? I don't have physical copies of all our correspondence, he living in London and I in Edinburgh, but I can give you comprehensive summaries.
But words are cheap, I realise. You have no reason to believe that anything I tell you is the truth. So if you like I can make you Know for yourself the exact nature of what and how I felt about him, as though you'd lived out our relationship yourself. But that is perhaps a little invasive, I understand. And given that you are now the third person alive who knows the nature of my relationship with Mr. Bennett, why not make it an even four and bring Jon into the fold? I will not be able to lie if Jon uses his Power to ask me.
I can be more explicit if that will help you come to a decision? Would you like the details of how and when we met? How we grew closer bonding over our distant fathers and the expectations which come with being the only male heir of a family with ambitions towards the upper classes of British Society at the turn of the nineteenth century? The delight one feels in finding a kindred spirit in a world which, as I suspect you have learned in your time as a Marshall, cares very little for any one individual person? I don't have physical copies of all our correspondence, he living in London and I in Edinburgh, but I can give you comprehensive summaries.
But words are cheap, I realise. You have no reason to believe that anything I tell you is the truth. So if you like I can make you Know for yourself the exact nature of what and how I felt about him, as though you'd lived out our relationship yourself. But that is perhaps a little invasive, I understand. And given that you are now the third person alive who knows the nature of my relationship with Mr. Bennett, why not make it an even four and bring Jon into the fold? I will not be able to lie if Jon uses his Power to ask me.
[Raylan's starting to think that whatever Elias is typing on might have a few fractured keys after such a block of text But Raylan was surprised to get something that wasn't a two step. On the fourth read, he was almost proud of Elias. Anger wasn't always a bad thing.]
You can put your teeth away, Elias, I'm not here to drag you over coals or tear at you. What you tell Jon is your business; I'm not running back with updates. But you haven't lied to me yet. I don't need to be made to Know the details to have a working bullshit radar.
I still have questions but that wasn't a part of the deal. I'll put in the request in a bit, we'll see if the Admiral clears it.
You can put your teeth away, Elias, I'm not here to drag you over coals or tear at you. What you tell Jon is your business; I'm not running back with updates. But you haven't lied to me yet. I don't need to be made to Know the details to have a working bullshit radar.
I still have questions but that wasn't a part of the deal. I'll put in the request in a bit, we'll see if the Admiral clears it.
[ He doesn't respond immediately. Losing his temper is not something Elias enjoys, and it takes him time to step back from the emotion. ]
Thank you.
Thank you.
Despite Tim's habit of being up before the 'sun' he respected Raylan's ability to sleep in, even on Christmas Day. As such Tim did not head down to level eight until around brunch time.
He was dressed in a t-shirt, flannel button down left open and a pair of lounge pants, no shoes. He balanced two plates covered in aluminum foil in one hand, a dish towel wrapped around some other objects cradled in the crook of his other arm.
As such when he reached Raylan's door Tim had to turn his back to the door and kick at it with the heel of his foot. He was not interested in stubbing his toe on that sad looking motel room door.
He was dressed in a t-shirt, flannel button down left open and a pair of lounge pants, no shoes. He balanced two plates covered in aluminum foil in one hand, a dish towel wrapped around some other objects cradled in the crook of his other arm.
As such when he reached Raylan's door Tim had to turn his back to the door and kick at it with the heel of his foot. He was not interested in stubbing his toe on that sad looking motel room door.
Something something day off. Raylan knew that Elias would already be up and kicking around but since he'd given the man his bones, he hoped desperately that it meant the peace that had been holding would continue for at least one more morning.
Thankfully for both of them, Raylan had rolled out of bed a scant few minutes before the beating started on his door and after tugging on his jeans to complete the undershirt, wild bed head look, he opened the door. And immediately questioned what was happening with his eyebrows as he stepped back to let Tim in.
"Good mornin'. What-" He wasn't ungrateful, he was just.. confused.
Thankfully for both of them, Raylan had rolled out of bed a scant few minutes before the beating started on his door and after tugging on his jeans to complete the undershirt, wild bed head look, he opened the door. And immediately questioned what was happening with his eyebrows as he stepped back to let Tim in.
"Good mornin'. What-" He wasn't ungrateful, he was just.. confused.
"Christmas brunch," Tim answered the half asked question, mostly as a way to firmly distract himself from how good Raylan looked at the moment. They were both known around the office for having their hair firmly tamped down, but Tim had to admit that a few run away bangs looked good on Raylan. Bed head just stirred desires that the younger marshal firmly squashed.
"Pancakes and bacon with vanilla ice cream," instead of syrup or whipped cream.
"Pancakes and bacon with vanilla ice cream," instead of syrup or whipped cream.
A curious, easy and charmed smile broke at the first half of the answer as he closed the door behind them and followed Tim towards the small table, the only obvious place to eat anything. They'd only have to move a bottle or two - Raylan hadn't found the best place to keep things yet. And yes, he was completely oblivious to how good he looked fresh out of bed.
"No shit?" he questioned in an honest surprise as Tim started laying it out. The smile broke easily into a grin as he softly squinted at Tim and took his seat.
"I thought ice cream wasn't a possibility, who'd you talk out of it?"
"No shit?" he questioned in an honest surprise as Tim started laying it out. The smile broke easily into a grin as he softly squinted at Tim and took his seat.
"I thought ice cream wasn't a possibility, who'd you talk out of it?"
"I raided some ice cream sandwiches," Tim shared without a hint of remorse. "I didn't say it was good vanilla ice cream."
He set down the plates, uncovering them and producing one with ice cream on the pancakes and the other without. He had also brought down some coffee and juice. It wasn't a buffet of waffles, eggs and breakfast meats, but it was a bit more than either of them usually ate in the morning.
He set down the plates, uncovering them and producing one with ice cream on the pancakes and the other without. He had also brought down some coffee and juice. It wasn't a buffet of waffles, eggs and breakfast meats, but it was a bit more than either of them usually ate in the morning.
"It's sure as hell better than no vanilla ice cream." He was shameless about it, really.
"I'd ask what prompted all this, but then you might take it away, so I'll stick with Thank you," he said, eyes glittering warmly over the poor man's feast as he collected his plate and the fork nearby. After the party, them innocently spending the night together and now breakfast?
It was sweet. Good. Welcome.
"I'd ask what prompted all this, but then you might take it away, so I'll stick with Thank you," he said, eyes glittering warmly over the poor man's feast as he collected his plate and the fork nearby. After the party, them innocently spending the night together and now breakfast?
It was sweet. Good. Welcome.
While he did not have ice cream on his pancakes the little golden discs of yumminess did not go unadorned. On his were fresh fruit. Okay maybe more like fresh fruit that had been frozen and thawed but still; fruit.
"I figured I had two choices," he said in a matter of fact tone. "Start drinking, or make breakfast."
Just because he did his level best to make good life choices, didn't mean that Tim wasn't tempted to curl up in a corner with a bottle and feel sorry for himself. He bitched and moaned with the best of them about Art's habit of dragging his deputies into a festive spirit but the truth was Tim appreciated his Chief's efforts. He also knew how he felt himself and expected it was ten times as challenging for Raylan. Without Art here to do the prodding, Tim was taking it upon himself.
"I figured I had two choices," he said in a matter of fact tone. "Start drinking, or make breakfast."
Just because he did his level best to make good life choices, didn't mean that Tim wasn't tempted to curl up in a corner with a bottle and feel sorry for himself. He bitched and moaned with the best of them about Art's habit of dragging his deputies into a festive spirit but the truth was Tim appreciated his Chief's efforts. He also knew how he felt himself and expected it was ten times as challenging for Raylan. Without Art here to do the prodding, Tim was taking it upon himself.
Raylan was glad to see something on Tim's waffles too, it made him feel more like they were sharing the special than him just being a weird pig with his ice cream waffle.
But the return answer was something of a surprise - he knew how easy it was to want to fall into the bottle right outta bed, especially if he had something heavy on his mind, but the last few days had felt.. easier than the ones before.
With a pinch of his brow, Raylan started digging in. "Little early for that, even for me. Somethin' happen?"
But the return answer was something of a surprise - he knew how easy it was to want to fall into the bottle right outta bed, especially if he had something heavy on his mind, but the last few days had felt.. easier than the ones before.
With a pinch of his brow, Raylan started digging in. "Little early for that, even for me. Somethin' happen?"
Tim was tidy with his food but there was an air of playing with his food in the way he used his fork to cut off bits of pancake, then match it with fruit. He paused briefly, brows furrowing as he considered how to answer Raylan. These sorts of talks were ones they avoided like the plague back home, but Raylan was asking and after a moment the younger marshal decided the truth was the best answer.
"No," he confirmed, forking up a bite of pancake and what looked like a blueberry. "That's how I start my days. Usually getting to The Job does the trick, but when we have a holiday I need to get more creative."
Art was not wrong about Tim's alcoholic tendencies. It wasn't just about drinking when off the clock, it was the struggle not to say screw it and pick the bottle up before getting out of bed.
"No," he confirmed, forking up a bite of pancake and what looked like a blueberry. "That's how I start my days. Usually getting to The Job does the trick, but when we have a holiday I need to get more creative."
Art was not wrong about Tim's alcoholic tendencies. It wasn't just about drinking when off the clock, it was the struggle not to say screw it and pick the bottle up before getting out of bed.
Grunting in quiet understanding, Raylan nodded as he tucked into another bite. Since the Barge presented unique challenges, all of which he had no idea how Tim was actually dealing with, asking felt fine. Besides, Tim had made some very sharp points in their previous conversations and with Raylan being significantly less busy here, he could consider them. Be a less job oriented, be a little more free with both himself and the sniper.
"It's gonna be something to get used to, not bein' able to throw ourselves onto a case. One of the reasons I decided to start swimmin' to be honest. Sure as shit ain't gonna pick up running but the routine of it helps." It wasn't the mornings that were hard for Raylan, it was the afternoons and the evenings. The temptation of cracking a bottle at 3 or 4 was something he'd been fighting against for years.
He assumed that was going to be harder now.
"Suppose you could also busy yourself with bein' a pain in the ass to your inmate. Personally, I like this option better."
"It's gonna be something to get used to, not bein' able to throw ourselves onto a case. One of the reasons I decided to start swimmin' to be honest. Sure as shit ain't gonna pick up running but the routine of it helps." It wasn't the mornings that were hard for Raylan, it was the afternoons and the evenings. The temptation of cracking a bottle at 3 or 4 was something he'd been fighting against for years.
He assumed that was going to be harder now.
"Suppose you could also busy yourself with bein' a pain in the ass to your inmate. Personally, I like this option better."
Appreciating the fact that Raylan pulled the spotlight off, Tim sat back with a piece of bacon and gnawed on it thoughtfully. He was definitely used to eating on the move and tended to tuck into his food and get it over and done with, unless amusing himself on a stakeout. This more laid back, casual nomming was a rarity and spoke to his comfort in sitting and talking with the older marshal.
"Being a pain in the ass to Sweeney would just be a cruelty," he said after he swallowed a mouthful of bacon. "I am as happy to be a dick to assholes as the next deputy US Marshal, but what we're doing here ain't about that. The more I give him to fight against, the more he can use that to avoid all the shit he's got under his hat."
Tapping the bacon on the plate, through his fingers again and again, Tim was pensive for a moment before he continued.
"Thing is I think he actually wants to start unpacking some of that shit, but he needs someone to keep his stride steady as he does it."
"Being a pain in the ass to Sweeney would just be a cruelty," he said after he swallowed a mouthful of bacon. "I am as happy to be a dick to assholes as the next deputy US Marshal, but what we're doing here ain't about that. The more I give him to fight against, the more he can use that to avoid all the shit he's got under his hat."
Tapping the bacon on the plate, through his fingers again and again, Tim was pensive for a moment before he continued.
"Thing is I think he actually wants to start unpacking some of that shit, but he needs someone to keep his stride steady as he does it."
"Always a different way to skin a cat." It was a kneejerk answer; the inmates weren't cats and they weren't hunters. Not anymore, he supposed, not unless they had to be. But each inmate was going to take their own approach.
"You got any idea what his story is?" Raylan knew how helpful talking something out could be sometimes. "Where you're gonna start? Or are you lettin' him broach those things."
He was curious how Tim was coming at the new job as he found his own footing around it. Elias hadn't asked for or done anything yet, and Raylan really wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
"You got any idea what his story is?" Raylan knew how helpful talking something out could be sometimes. "Where you're gonna start? Or are you lettin' him broach those things."
He was curious how Tim was coming at the new job as he found his own footing around it. Elias hadn't asked for or done anything yet, and Raylan really wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
They had worked together long enough that Tim could see the unasked question beneath the question. Half his pancake gone, he sat back in the uncomfortable chair and picked up his mug of coffee; pensive for awhile before responding.
"I ain't going to change who I am or how I lawman here," he said in a quiet tone. "Admiral offered me a deal based on knowing who I am. If he wanted someone to hold their hands and pat their hair back as they vomit up emotions, he would have picked someone else."
Before Raylan can raise the point that there was a huge range of difference between social work and hunting, Tim raised his hand.
"I get it, we ain't dragging known fugitives back to their day in court here. But that doesn't mean our way of handling people needs to do a one eighty. You can steady a person without coddling them Raylan, I've seen you do it."
"I ain't going to change who I am or how I lawman here," he said in a quiet tone. "Admiral offered me a deal based on knowing who I am. If he wanted someone to hold their hands and pat their hair back as they vomit up emotions, he would have picked someone else."
Before Raylan can raise the point that there was a huge range of difference between social work and hunting, Tim raised his hand.
"I get it, we ain't dragging known fugitives back to their day in court here. But that doesn't mean our way of handling people needs to do a one eighty. You can steady a person without coddling them Raylan, I've seen you do it."
"Even with all the time in the world, I still ain't got time to coddle people who are grown and should know better." Kids like Loretta, obviously, got a pass.
"There's a difference between coddling and bein' patient and persistent enough to push 'em. Even if you're pushin' them with silence. Since most people would rather fill it.." He shrugged. "It's just long game interrogation. Bring 'em hot chocolate or snacks. Make 'em comfortable enough to settle yourself in their space without it throwin' 'em into overdrive.. You're good at strategy, you'll figure out how to start pullin' it outta him."
He wasn't sure how many standard Marshal interrogations Tim had successfully done, but he knew Tim had to have. Prerequisite to them being as good at their jobs as they were. He'd gone through the training. Just because there were no walls or one way glass, Raylan figured them to be about in the same space. Even with daemons and whatever else the Barge would end up throwing at them.
"There's a difference between coddling and bein' patient and persistent enough to push 'em. Even if you're pushin' them with silence. Since most people would rather fill it.." He shrugged. "It's just long game interrogation. Bring 'em hot chocolate or snacks. Make 'em comfortable enough to settle yourself in their space without it throwin' 'em into overdrive.. You're good at strategy, you'll figure out how to start pullin' it outta him."
He wasn't sure how many standard Marshal interrogations Tim had successfully done, but he knew Tim had to have. Prerequisite to them being as good at their jobs as they were. He'd gone through the training. Just because there were no walls or one way glass, Raylan figured them to be about in the same space. Even with daemons and whatever else the Barge would end up throwing at them.
"Bah," Tim said with a small shake of his head. "The being quiet and waiting strategy is Art Mullen's 101. I have been receiving that education same as you for the past six years." He knew how to be patient and wait, dealt with it often with his work at the VA, but he did appreciate Raylan confirm that it would be a good strategy here.
"Thing is Sweeney is my temporary Inmate. I ain't graduating him and I don't even have his file to know just how steep the mountain we're climbing looks like. I am surprised the man has been here since February and doesn't have a stable Warden."
"Thing is Sweeney is my temporary Inmate. I ain't graduating him and I don't even have his file to know just how steep the mountain we're climbing looks like. I am surprised the man has been here since February and doesn't have a stable Warden."
"Mm, and Elias mine. Don't know that I'm going to be very effective inside a month, but maybe you drop a few nuggets of wisdom for the man to chew and simmer over. Plant a seed or two for his next warden. Maybe you build a relationship of some kind with him. Become a.. Well, you know, someone that can maybe pull him outta his own shit, right?"
He shrugged and cleared his plate with another bite. "That's the best spin I can think to put on it and frankly, what I'm using myself."
He shrugged and cleared his plate with another bite. "That's the best spin I can think to put on it and frankly, what I'm using myself."
Reaching for a piece of fruit Tim popped it in his mouth and began to chew while wearing his best shit eating grin.
"How much of a struggle are you having with yourself not to put in with the Admiral to take Elias on as a permanent Inmate?"
"How much of a struggle are you having with yourself not to put in with the Admiral to take Elias on as a permanent Inmate?"
"Wow, you tryin' to say I'm easy or somethin'? It's only been like.. ten days." But he was still grinning in return. "Nah, it hasn't been long enough and I don't know that I'm the right person to crack open a centuries old Knowledge and fearmonger. He might need someone with more... Pizzazz."
Was Raylan worried that he was a little too normal to be effective in this place? A bit.
Was Raylan worried that he was a little too normal to be effective in this place? A bit.
Oh but did Tim know that unexpressed feeling. He had the same fear, sometimes combined with feeling more than a little patronized by all the super-powered folks and centuries old creatures roaming around. It was part of what made him so thankful that Raylan was here.
It also softened the normally sarcastic sniper's face and eyes, because while he wouldn't verbalize their shared concerned he still commiserate with it.
"I don't think pizzazz is going to have anything to do with it," he said in that quiet, soft and private tone. "I think it's going to have more to do with being smart, steady, creative and willful. All traits you have in spades. A personality like Elias, needs someone who isn't going to give up. You don't give up."
It also softened the normally sarcastic sniper's face and eyes, because while he wouldn't verbalize their shared concerned he still commiserate with it.
"I don't think pizzazz is going to have anything to do with it," he said in that quiet, soft and private tone. "I think it's going to have more to do with being smart, steady, creative and willful. All traits you have in spades. A personality like Elias, needs someone who isn't going to give up. You don't give up."
"Mm," he acknowledged as he sat back from his cleared plate, fork swapped for his coffee, trying to look unbothered and only managing it as far as his jaw.
"That might be the case, but we're both put back into the backwoods in a place like this." He felt like he was fresh out of Kentucky again, and that wasn't a good thing. Raylan had had a few rough spots until he'd felt like he had something that validated him. "Feel like I didn't cram for the test that's coming up. But I'm sure it'll work itself out. Thing is, I know a lot about Elias, but that's different from knowin' a man. And I'm not here just to be an asshole, I can do that at home. Which means, we're all playin' on our inmate's personal schedules and hoping a good situation comes up for us to widen any fissures we might see."
A beat passed. "And what does Sweeney need?"
"That might be the case, but we're both put back into the backwoods in a place like this." He felt like he was fresh out of Kentucky again, and that wasn't a good thing. Raylan had had a few rough spots until he'd felt like he had something that validated him. "Feel like I didn't cram for the test that's coming up. But I'm sure it'll work itself out. Thing is, I know a lot about Elias, but that's different from knowin' a man. And I'm not here just to be an asshole, I can do that at home. Which means, we're all playin' on our inmate's personal schedules and hoping a good situation comes up for us to widen any fissures we might see."
A beat passed. "And what does Sweeney need?"
Tim hesitated for a minute, in the midst of cutting off a bit of pancake with his fork, as if he was about to delve into an answer to Raylan's question. But in the end, the sniper shook his head.
"Don't have his file," he said simply. "Or other people from his world giving me a low down. I'll do him the favor of not making assumptions." Which sounded snarky but to be fair Tim was usually the man in the office who poured over the files, and memorized the jackets. Despite his reputation with a gun, and youth, he was methodical in studying his targets, careful not to work from assumption.
Raylan had the better gut instinct for that sort of snap decision, which was why Tim often backed his older partner's plays. Even when they ran counter to his own way of doing things. Speaking of which, the younger marshal looked over at hazel eyes and offered Raylan one of his rare, genuine smiles.
"Might be on our back foot here," he acknowledged, "but good lawmen are good lawmen, no matter the situation. You're a good lawman, Raylan. Don't doubt yourself."
"Don't have his file," he said simply. "Or other people from his world giving me a low down. I'll do him the favor of not making assumptions." Which sounded snarky but to be fair Tim was usually the man in the office who poured over the files, and memorized the jackets. Despite his reputation with a gun, and youth, he was methodical in studying his targets, careful not to work from assumption.
Raylan had the better gut instinct for that sort of snap decision, which was why Tim often backed his older partner's plays. Even when they ran counter to his own way of doing things. Speaking of which, the younger marshal looked over at hazel eyes and offered Raylan one of his rare, genuine smiles.
"Might be on our back foot here," he acknowledged, "but good lawmen are good lawmen, no matter the situation. You're a good lawman, Raylan. Don't doubt yourself."
"Mm, well, just remember you have to start somewhere." Tim already knew that on a practical level, but that's not quite what Raylan meant. Hazard guesses weren't assumptions in Raylan's opinion; they were more flexible then that, clearly annotated with an asterisk - Subject to Change or abandonment with additional information.
He couldn't help but smile back, ducking his head a little with a passing humble 'shrug' of downturned lips that curled back into their lazy position easily.
"So are you. And don't think I don't see you out here subtly 'Art'ing your way around us." His smile spread a little more, the next words coming with a level of soft sincerity that wasn't often offered. "It's appreciated."
He couldn't help but smile back, ducking his head a little with a passing humble 'shrug' of downturned lips that curled back into their lazy position easily.
"So are you. And don't think I don't see you out here subtly 'Art'ing your way around us." His smile spread a little more, the next words coming with a level of soft sincerity that wasn't often offered. "It's appreciated."
[ A few days after Christmas, Raylan is getting a text. ]
I've got some guests in Zero for the foreseeable future. Could you scrounge me up a sleeping bag, or a bundle of blankets and a pillow? I'm going to be camping down here.
I've got some guests in Zero for the foreseeable future. Could you scrounge me up a sleeping bag, or a bundle of blankets and a pillow? I'm going to be camping down here.
Not my inmates, and I didn't get many details. Something something, murdering someone for date night. If you want to know who or how, I'd check with Warren Kepler or Tess.
[ It felt like professional courtesy to let the other two wardens decide how much to share and with whom. Raylan would see John and Carol in Zero when he stopped by, and anyway, Tim didn't have much in the way of details to share. Tess had given him his marching orders and that felt about as far as his position needed to go at the moment. ]
[ It felt like professional courtesy to let the other two wardens decide how much to share and with whom. Raylan would see John and Carol in Zero when he stopped by, and anyway, Tim didn't have much in the way of details to share. Tess had given him his marching orders and that felt about as far as his position needed to go at the moment. ]
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Romantic.
[Raylan didn't care enough to reach out to those wardens, not really. It wasn't going to become his side job to soak up every single infraction.]
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It was a good forty minutes later, but Raylan ambled down to the deck below his cabin with a bulging wrapped pack over his shoulder and a small cloth package of something dangling from his fingers. He'd had to go dig into the communal closet and hope, successfully finding a few different sleeping bag options and picking the one that looked the warmest. Without spare pillows, Raylan was tempted to donate his own, but the flit of uncertainty at the thought shoved him towards grabbing a few thick looking sweaters that Tim could bundle up instead.
He was sure the soft settle of his boots on the deckboards would reach Tim before he did, and he bounded his eyebrow in a half greeting as he came off the stairs.
"You wanted to work the job, guess Zero is that to a point huh? I thought about it when I first arrived but eh. Didn't know how many of 'em were gonna be screamers."
[Raylan didn't care enough to reach out to those wardens, not really. It wasn't going to become his side job to soak up every single infraction.]
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It was a good forty minutes later, but Raylan ambled down to the deck below his cabin with a bulging wrapped pack over his shoulder and a small cloth package of something dangling from his fingers. He'd had to go dig into the communal closet and hope, successfully finding a few different sleeping bag options and picking the one that looked the warmest. Without spare pillows, Raylan was tempted to donate his own, but the flit of uncertainty at the thought shoved him towards grabbing a few thick looking sweaters that Tim could bundle up instead.
He was sure the soft settle of his boots on the deckboards would reach Tim before he did, and he bounded his eyebrow in a half greeting as he came off the stairs.
"You wanted to work the job, guess Zero is that to a point huh? I thought about it when I first arrived but eh. Didn't know how many of 'em were gonna be screamers."
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"The lounge was already fully staffed," Tim remarked in an off-handed manner as he looked up from where he was reading through his device. "And the 'Iraq Most Wanted' deck turned me off card games." Which was why he avoided the casino.
Closing his device, the younger marshal got up from behind his desk and slung his rifle over his shoulders with unconscious ease.
"Don't suppose you found an air mattress?"
Closing his device, the younger marshal got up from behind his desk and slung his rifle over his shoulders with unconscious ease.
"Don't suppose you found an air mattress?"
"With you and I on board, I'm sure we'll expand the need enough to provide enough jobs for the two of us," he replied with a grin. "And you're just scared I'll clean you out at poker."
If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't think there was disaster and dead kids upstairs. Raylan was trying violently hard to focus on one thing at a time. Right now? It was making sure his partner had what he needed.
At the question, he shrugged off the pack over his shoulder and held it out. "You're free to try and blow the cotton but I don't think it'd get you much. Couldn't get into your room to steal your pillow and you'll have to fight me for mine, but I got you some thick sweaters to bundle up under your head instead." Once the pack was taken, he'd hold out the care package.
"Some fruit, a couple bottles of water, a block of bread and some cheese. Not the stringy kind but.." Snacks.
If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't think there was disaster and dead kids upstairs. Raylan was trying violently hard to focus on one thing at a time. Right now? It was making sure his partner had what he needed.
At the question, he shrugged off the pack over his shoulder and held it out. "You're free to try and blow the cotton but I don't think it'd get you much. Couldn't get into your room to steal your pillow and you'll have to fight me for mine, but I got you some thick sweaters to bundle up under your head instead." Once the pack was taken, he'd hold out the care package.
"Some fruit, a couple bottles of water, a block of bread and some cheese. Not the stringy kind but.." Snacks.
Snacks!!
Tim really did have a snacking problem. Oh he stuck to good snacks, fruit and cheese but he was still forever snacking. Someday he might try to figure out why, but given all the shit he needed to sort out, his snacking habit was low priority.
"Yeah, remind me to make sure you have access to my cabin," Tim said in a matter of fact manner. It absolutely was not the same as giving someone the key to your apartment back home. It was a practical measure in case Tim was ever incapacitated and Raylan needed to get to his gun or ammo.
Or pillows.
"Where you headed next?" Just making conversation, absolutely not keeping track of what areas of the ship Raylan is in, in case more shit goes south.
Tim really did have a snacking problem. Oh he stuck to good snacks, fruit and cheese but he was still forever snacking. Someday he might try to figure out why, but given all the shit he needed to sort out, his snacking habit was low priority.
"Yeah, remind me to make sure you have access to my cabin," Tim said in a matter of fact manner. It absolutely was not the same as giving someone the key to your apartment back home. It was a practical measure in case Tim was ever incapacitated and Raylan needed to get to his gun or ammo.
Or pillows.
"Where you headed next?" Just making conversation, absolutely not keeping track of what areas of the ship Raylan is in, in case more shit goes south.
It was the cheapest habit that Tim could get himself, and one of the healthier ones too. Tim got Raylan whiskey, Raylan got Tim snacks. It was the start of a beautiful pattern.
Grunting behind a nod, Raylan peered at the cell doors and the general state of Zero. "I'll set you up to get into mine too, just in case."
Dark hazels fell back onto Tim. "The deck. Gonna survey the damage, see if there's anything I can help with, even if that's sweeping up glass. Hellva way to start a new year, isn't it. Things quiet down here?"
Grunting behind a nod, Raylan peered at the cell doors and the general state of Zero. "I'll set you up to get into mine too, just in case."
Dark hazels fell back onto Tim. "The deck. Gonna survey the damage, see if there's anything I can help with, even if that's sweeping up glass. Hellva way to start a new year, isn't it. Things quiet down here?"
Tim gave Raylan a slight side-eye, because they both knew that New Year celebrations in Harlan County were never quiet. But he didn't press the issue and instead focused on the question.
"Yeah," he said simply. "Seed is finding religion, I think, and the little one is working the I'm silent and scarey angle. Kinda how Loretta gets pouty when she wants us to stop lecturing her about becoming the queen of weed."
"Yeah," he said simply. "Seed is finding religion, I think, and the little one is working the I'm silent and scarey angle. Kinda how Loretta gets pouty when she wants us to stop lecturing her about becoming the queen of weed."
They weren't but Raylan didn't do New Years in Harlan and chose to not think about the New Years of his youth, when he didn't have a choice. Nothing like staying up to make sure one of the good ol' boys doesn't get drunk enough to start firing something or another at the houses or dogs.
"Not that our lecturing did any real good," he huffed fondly. "But she's also not slittin' throats. Makes somethin' of a difference." He glanced at the cells again. "I'm hoping that since y'all are closer to the engines, you'll be less likely to be effected by whatever the hell is happening, but deals the same. Call me."
He'd be on running on his way down anyway.
"Any idea how long they're slotted?"
"Not that our lecturing did any real good," he huffed fondly. "But she's also not slittin' throats. Makes somethin' of a difference." He glanced at the cells again. "I'm hoping that since y'all are closer to the engines, you'll be less likely to be effected by whatever the hell is happening, but deals the same. Call me."
He'd be on running on his way down anyway.
"Any idea how long they're slotted?"
Grunting in quiet understanding, Raylan nodded as he tucked into another bite. Since the Barge presented unique challenges, all of which he had no idea how Tim was actually dealing with, asking felt fine. Besides, Tim had made some very sharp points in their previous conversations and with Raylan being significantly less busy here, he could consider them. Be a less job oriented, be a little more free with both himself and the sniper.
"It's gonna be something to get used to, not bein' able to throw ourselves onto a case. One of the reasons I decided to start swimmin' to be honest. Sure as shit ain't gonna pick up running but the routine of it helps." It wasn't the mornings that were hard for Raylan, it was the afternoons and the evenings. The temptation of cracking a bottle at 3 or 4 was something he'd been fighting against for years.
He assumed that was going to be harder now.
"Suppose you could also busy yourself with bein' a pain in the ass to your inmate. Personally, I like this option better."
"It's gonna be something to get used to, not bein' able to throw ourselves onto a case. One of the reasons I decided to start swimmin' to be honest. Sure as shit ain't gonna pick up running but the routine of it helps." It wasn't the mornings that were hard for Raylan, it was the afternoons and the evenings. The temptation of cracking a bottle at 3 or 4 was something he'd been fighting against for years.
He assumed that was going to be harder now.
"Suppose you could also busy yourself with bein' a pain in the ass to your inmate. Personally, I like this option better."
Glad to hear it.
Carol Denning is mine, yeah. She’s in Zero cooling off.
Carol Denning is mine, yeah. She’s in Zero cooling off.
Which would make you Tess then. Pleasure to meet you.
Can't do much about Elias on this though, over all. What he's sayin' is true, however dramatic about it he is. There a reason Carol wants everyone to know about it?
[When he says he has eyes on, it's on everything available. What Elias does with the attention was just as important as the fact he was drumming it up.]
Can't do much about Elias on this though, over all. What he's sayin' is true, however dramatic about it he is. There a reason Carol wants everyone to know about it?
[When he says he has eyes on, it's on everything available. What Elias does with the attention was just as important as the fact he was drumming it up.]
That's me, yeah. Nice to meet you too.
Carol went to prison as a teenager, and that was only a handful of years ago, so she's young and desperate to prove she's the biggest, baddest threat on the barge. [Which Tess is skeptical of, though she certainly gets it.] I'm working on weaning her off that.
Carol went to prison as a teenager, and that was only a handful of years ago, so she's young and desperate to prove she's the biggest, baddest threat on the barge. [Which Tess is skeptical of, though she certainly gets it.] I'm working on weaning her off that.
She certainly tries.
With Elias? They seem to talk here or there but not much where I can see it. I haven't put a copy on Carol's communicator but sometimes I think it might be worth it. Either way, she's one of the few young inmates we have here, too, so my guess is he thinks she's a novelty and she thinks she's in his league. Not close, though. He's not in her "gang".
With Elias? They seem to talk here or there but not much where I can see it. I haven't put a copy on Carol's communicator but sometimes I think it might be worth it. Either way, she's one of the few young inmates we have here, too, so my guess is he thinks she's a novelty and she thinks she's in his league. Not close, though. He's not in her "gang".
Not yet. [Though the idea of Elias in a modern gang was a little hilarious to him.]
Sounds like she's a boat full of opportunity for someone like him. I've only got Elias until the next pairings, presumably, but he likes playing chess with people and doesn't care if they end up dead for it. People like him will be lookin' for fodder, just to keep themselves amused.
Sounds like she's a boat full of opportunity for someone like him. I've only got Elias until the next pairings, presumably, but he likes playing chess with people and doesn't care if they end up dead for it. People like him will be lookin' for fodder, just to keep themselves amused.
It's been a pleasure, Mr. Givens. I do wish you luck with whomever you're assigned to next.
I should hope not. That rather defeats the purpose of being here.
[ he says, secure in the knowledge that any day now Jon is going to read that statement and (with luck) he'll have his full powers back. ]
I doubt Jonathan, Timothy, or Martin will be along, but I'm sure they're also grateful to you for keeping me in line.
[ he says, secure in the knowledge that any day now Jon is going to read that statement and (with luck) he'll have his full powers back. ]
I doubt Jonathan, Timothy, or Martin will be along, but I'm sure they're also grateful to you for keeping me in line.
[no comment on that first part]
Goodness, what poor behaviour on my part led to that?
Goodness, what poor behaviour on my part led to that?
Mm, we bet that you'd at least go and say hello to Tim and dig around. I'm honestly surprised you didn't. Must not have given you enough flowers.
[Elias could likely hear the teasing smile in Raylan's voice.]
But he called it off so my whiskey is safe.
[Elias could likely hear the teasing smile in Raylan's voice.]
But he called it off so my whiskey is safe.
The difference between you and your friend, Mr. Givens, is that he seems the much more trigger happy of the two of you. One doesn't need eldritch powers to spot the effects of slaughter and war on a man. As delightful as he seems, I do like not being shot at.
[ Which is to say: he did go digging ]
Technically, you'd have won that bet.
[ Which is to say: he did go digging ]
Technically, you'd have won that bet.
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[ sounding pleased] I suspected you might.
But, as I am no longer your concern, I ought to let you get about your business.
But, as I am no longer your concern, I ought to let you get about your business.
[Continued from here.]
[His experiences were decades ago, but Istak's were not and Raylan prides himself in being an attentive lover. He chuckles as he comes back down, not having missed that reach down that Tim had to do and not sorry for it at all. He'd ask what, what would Tim do if Raylan made him do that, but he would rather listen to the answer to his first question instead.
He hums at the hand carding back through his hair, lips and teeth grazing further down, fingertips dancing across Tim's waistband to tug and pull at the belt there.]
You can wear any'a my shirts at any time, [he promises, fingers moving onto Tim's button.] An' we've got all the mornin's in the world right now. [Peeling the denim back, Raylan tugs down the waistband of Tim's boxers and flicks his tongue across the hollow of his hip.]
Showers together in the mornin', so I can leave the scent of me across you as you go around your day.. [His lips moved down, ghosting over the wet spot and Tim's length with a hot breath before he kisses it over the cloth, messily and with his lips.]
[His experiences were decades ago, but Istak's were not and Raylan prides himself in being an attentive lover. He chuckles as he comes back down, not having missed that reach down that Tim had to do and not sorry for it at all. He'd ask what, what would Tim do if Raylan made him do that, but he would rather listen to the answer to his first question instead.
He hums at the hand carding back through his hair, lips and teeth grazing further down, fingertips dancing across Tim's waistband to tug and pull at the belt there.]
You can wear any'a my shirts at any time, [he promises, fingers moving onto Tim's button.] An' we've got all the mornin's in the world right now. [Peeling the denim back, Raylan tugs down the waistband of Tim's boxers and flicks his tongue across the hollow of his hip.]
Showers together in the mornin', so I can leave the scent of me across you as you go around your day.. [His lips moved down, ghosting over the wet spot and Tim's length with a hot breath before he kisses it over the cloth, messily and with his lips.]
[ Tim's brain was experiencing a short circuit of sorts.
On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
Do ... is this ... don'tdowhatyoudon'twanttodo.
On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
Do ... is this ... don'tdowhatyoudon'twanttodo.
[Raylan's fingers continued to work, carefully tugging down that zipper while his mouth otherwise keeps Tim's dick from jumping out into any teeth as he hums a note against the taunt cloth covered skin at the sudden fisting of his hair.
He did so love to hear his name spoken like that, to hear Tim saying his name with that half restrained need, but he sensed a fraction of panic in it that he assumed was because Tim never thought in his wildest dreams that Raylan would be down here nosing around in his literal business.]
Tim, [he starts, dark, lustful and serious eyes coming back up to the pleasure twisted face above him, long fingers sliding under Tim's waistbands to start to tug them down.] I wanna taste you. I wanna put you back on that edge where you're shivering under my attentions.
[If Tim would lift his hips the fraction needed, letting Raylan pull the fabric down enough to free Tim's length, he would glance at it before flashing a devilish smile up at his partner.]
You shoulda let me tell you about collage, [he teased, licking up Tim's cock like it was an ice cream cone before catching him in his mouth and swallowing him down halfway.
Okay, it had been.. A ridiculous amount of time and Raylan wasn't the best at this but he knew what he liked and this was just like riding a bike, right?]
He did so love to hear his name spoken like that, to hear Tim saying his name with that half restrained need, but he sensed a fraction of panic in it that he assumed was because Tim never thought in his wildest dreams that Raylan would be down here nosing around in his literal business.]
Tim, [he starts, dark, lustful and serious eyes coming back up to the pleasure twisted face above him, long fingers sliding under Tim's waistbands to start to tug them down.] I wanna taste you. I wanna put you back on that edge where you're shivering under my attentions.
[If Tim would lift his hips the fraction needed, letting Raylan pull the fabric down enough to free Tim's length, he would glance at it before flashing a devilish smile up at his partner.]
You shoulda let me tell you about collage, [he teased, licking up Tim's cock like it was an ice cream cone before catching him in his mouth and swallowing him down halfway.
Okay, it had been.. A ridiculous amount of time and Raylan wasn't the best at this but he knew what he liked and this was just like riding a bike, right?]
[ Raylan was absolutely correct in his assumption. Tim had fantasized, often, of getting down on his knees and sucking his partner's dick, but he hadn't dared allowed himself to even imagine that Raylan would return the favor. Oh there was enough whispering around the water cooler that Tim knew the older marshal had a bit of a reputation for going above and beyond the call at pleasing his lady friends with oral, but it could get so messy when it was man on man.
The bullshit dominance thing, not gay to get sucked but gay to suck perspective that Tim was painfully aware ran through the hillbilly crowd. It was just easier to imagine his own lips split wide around Raylan's cock, quite a bit like how it had been around Istak's that one night.
But not only was Raylan down there, nosing around and touching with generous attentiveness, he was speaking those rich and throaty words. Just being told such things caused Tim's dick to jump a little behind taut cloth as the younger man whined deep in his throat and struggled now to push his hips upwards in a begging motion. ]
Christ, Raylan. The mouth on youuuuhooo, OH! [ He barely got the words out before that hot mouth was on him and Tim cried out a stuttered noise that could have been Raylan's name, or just the garbled sound of his brain short circuiting. His fingers twisted in dark hair -sorry partner- as the sniper simultaneously struggled with the need to thrust up, and being polite about the situation.
Raylan was still going to earn himself a couple beads of salty pre-cum, Tim couldn't stop his body's very positive response to being half swallowed. They said sex had a strong mental component, and it was true that the fact that Raylan Given's was down between his legs, swallowing him down had a lot to do with Tim's response. But those old lessons from collage should not be discounted! ]
The bullshit dominance thing, not gay to get sucked but gay to suck perspective that Tim was painfully aware ran through the hillbilly crowd. It was just easier to imagine his own lips split wide around Raylan's cock, quite a bit like how it had been around Istak's that one night.
But not only was Raylan down there, nosing around and touching with generous attentiveness, he was speaking those rich and throaty words. Just being told such things caused Tim's dick to jump a little behind taut cloth as the younger man whined deep in his throat and struggled now to push his hips upwards in a begging motion. ]
Christ, Raylan. The mouth on youuuuhooo, OH! [ He barely got the words out before that hot mouth was on him and Tim cried out a stuttered noise that could have been Raylan's name, or just the garbled sound of his brain short circuiting. His fingers twisted in dark hair -sorry partner- as the sniper simultaneously struggled with the need to thrust up, and being polite about the situation.
Raylan was still going to earn himself a couple beads of salty pre-cum, Tim couldn't stop his body's very positive response to being half swallowed. They said sex had a strong mental component, and it was true that the fact that Raylan Given's was down between his legs, swallowing him down had a lot to do with Tim's response. But those old lessons from collage should not be discounted! ]
[Raylan soaked up Tim's reaction like a dry sponge in a pond, cock throbbing more freely in his pants than it would if he were wearing denim - a valid argument to a change that he ultimately, wouldn't make - and inhaled sharply at the fisting in his hair. The extra suction turned into a hum as Raylan worked his mouth up and down a little, slicking his lips with his own spit as he prepared to take Tim fully down.
The sniper wasn't wrong - that idea was heavily prevalent in Raylan's upbringing, but this was where collage came in. He'd never been great at taking a shot in the mouth without feeling an inordinate amount of shame for it afterwards, but the satisfaction of his partners swearing and writhing under the power of his mouth was something that he had long enjoyed. The pain of the tight fist in his hair was just a bonus.
Raylan swirled his tongue around Tim's plump tip on the upstroke, finally burying the man's length into the back of his throat. He couldn't take an aggressive throat fucking yet but Tim could use that handle he had a bit. Humming again at another sink of hot flesh in his throat, Raylan sent his hands spreading across Tim's torso, fingers dancing up his chest to toy with one nipple lightly and teasingly.
His aim wasn't to make Tim cum, but rather to get him near onto the edge of it and stop before the painfully critical moment, using the lift and struggle of Tim's muscles in their conflicting commands to determine when he should pull back suddenly, messily and with reddened lips that split easily into a grin. ]
The sniper wasn't wrong - that idea was heavily prevalent in Raylan's upbringing, but this was where collage came in. He'd never been great at taking a shot in the mouth without feeling an inordinate amount of shame for it afterwards, but the satisfaction of his partners swearing and writhing under the power of his mouth was something that he had long enjoyed. The pain of the tight fist in his hair was just a bonus.
Raylan swirled his tongue around Tim's plump tip on the upstroke, finally burying the man's length into the back of his throat. He couldn't take an aggressive throat fucking yet but Tim could use that handle he had a bit. Humming again at another sink of hot flesh in his throat, Raylan sent his hands spreading across Tim's torso, fingers dancing up his chest to toy with one nipple lightly and teasingly.
His aim wasn't to make Tim cum, but rather to get him near onto the edge of it and stop before the painfully critical moment, using the lift and struggle of Tim's muscles in their conflicting commands to determine when he should pull back suddenly, messily and with reddened lips that split easily into a grin. ]
[ Give credit where credit is due. Raylan has a delicious mouth and he knew how to use it.
Tim did try to be polite to the men who sucked him off, and he'd never shot down someone's throat without express invitation. Even then he'd been reluctant depending upon the situation. He wasn't about to let himself pop off in Raylan's mouth, risk freaking the older man out or otherwise ruining this situation, but he was struggling to hold back.
It showed not only in the way he wriggled on the couch cushions, the sharp inhale of his breath and near desperate whines, but also in the fine sheen of sweat that broke out over his body. Teeth clenched together, well defined musculature was on display as Tim struggled against the urges of his own body, hand forcefully removed from Raylan's hair, least he snatch the older man bald.
Tim gasped a moan of almost relief when Raylan drew off him and cool air shocked hot, moist skin, allowing the sniper to literally -and figuratively- cool off. ]
Goddam, Raylan. [ He groaned. ] Way to make a man feel like a horny teenager again.
[ Tim knew he had impressive stamina, normally speaking. But nothing about this encounter was normal for the younger marshal. Not only was there the thrill of physical pleasure, but there was the who he was enjoying that pleasure with. Raylan could have sat beside him, petting his hair back and Tim would have still be ready to bust a nut. ]
Tim did try to be polite to the men who sucked him off, and he'd never shot down someone's throat without express invitation. Even then he'd been reluctant depending upon the situation. He wasn't about to let himself pop off in Raylan's mouth, risk freaking the older man out or otherwise ruining this situation, but he was struggling to hold back.
It showed not only in the way he wriggled on the couch cushions, the sharp inhale of his breath and near desperate whines, but also in the fine sheen of sweat that broke out over his body. Teeth clenched together, well defined musculature was on display as Tim struggled against the urges of his own body, hand forcefully removed from Raylan's hair, least he snatch the older man bald.
Tim gasped a moan of almost relief when Raylan drew off him and cool air shocked hot, moist skin, allowing the sniper to literally -and figuratively- cool off. ]
Goddam, Raylan. [ He groaned. ] Way to make a man feel like a horny teenager again.
[ Tim knew he had impressive stamina, normally speaking. But nothing about this encounter was normal for the younger marshal. Not only was there the thrill of physical pleasure, but there was the who he was enjoying that pleasure with. Raylan could have sat beside him, petting his hair back and Tim would have still be ready to bust a nut. ]
[Chuckling, Raylan crawls halfway up Tim's frame, lowering himself down to pepper kisses up as the rest of his weight comes down until Tim's cock was pressed safely against Raylan's stomach, safe from the roughness of his pants and buttons.]
There's no small car and dark hidden spot tucked behind some tree in a holler, but at least we ain't gotta worry about the cops knockin' on our window, [He purrs with a grin as he bends down to kiss Tim's shoulder again.]
Much more room for us to stretch out too. I should probably ask before we get too much further.. You got anythin' to.. make things smoother? I don't wanna hurt you..
There's no small car and dark hidden spot tucked behind some tree in a holler, but at least we ain't gotta worry about the cops knockin' on our window, [He purrs with a grin as he bends down to kiss Tim's shoulder again.]
Much more room for us to stretch out too. I should probably ask before we get too much further.. You got anythin' to.. make things smoother? I don't wanna hurt you..
[ Wriggling happily beneath his partner's solid weight, Tim reached between them to help align his aching prick up against the warmth of Raylan's belly. It was hard to keep his hips still and not rock into the delicious friction offered by the tickle of the older man's happy trail, but the kiss to his shoulder was a good distraction. ]
How about. [ He began, pausing for a happy sigh as that clever mouth move over sensitive skin. ] We retire to the bedroom? Got some lube in the nightstand beside my bed and even more room on the mattress.
[ Stroking his hands down over the sleek lines of Raylan's shoulders and back, Tim caught his index fingers in his partner's belt hoops and gave them a gentle tug. ]
Give you the opportunity to stand up and get out of these damn pants. [ Tim could appreciate a nice strip tease, but it would have to be another time. Just the thought of having Raylan fuck him was causing the younger man to leak excitement along the taut lines of Raylan's abdomen. ] I know I should savor the moment, but fuck, Raylan ... I want you inside me.
How about. [ He began, pausing for a happy sigh as that clever mouth move over sensitive skin. ] We retire to the bedroom? Got some lube in the nightstand beside my bed and even more room on the mattress.
[ Stroking his hands down over the sleek lines of Raylan's shoulders and back, Tim caught his index fingers in his partner's belt hoops and gave them a gentle tug. ]
Give you the opportunity to stand up and get out of these damn pants. [ Tim could appreciate a nice strip tease, but it would have to be another time. Just the thought of having Raylan fuck him was causing the younger man to leak excitement along the taut lines of Raylan's abdomen. ] I know I should savor the moment, but fuck, Raylan ... I want you inside me.
[The gentle tug only made Raylan lift and press his hips and his erection into the high of Tim's thigh as he hums in agreement against the snipers skin, lips curling anew at the admission. The soft mistchief played over his face and his dark eyes as he smiles stupidly, cock twitching against him at the words.]
We got all the time in the world for savorin', darlin'. As many nights and days as you want, [he promises, weight shifting back down as he takes the retreat with a new line of peppered kisses down Tim's torso before he finally does pull back and onto his knees. He reaches down to adjust himself, ignoring the wetspot of his own precum in his pants or the smear of it on his stomach, as he shifts to his feet and holds out a hand to Tim.]
I've been thinkin' about takin' you to bed since you woke me up in the Flotilla. Woulda taken you that night, if you'd have let me. [And there was no time like the present to make up for the missed opportunity.] No more jackin' off in the shower for either of us.
We got all the time in the world for savorin', darlin'. As many nights and days as you want, [he promises, weight shifting back down as he takes the retreat with a new line of peppered kisses down Tim's torso before he finally does pull back and onto his knees. He reaches down to adjust himself, ignoring the wetspot of his own precum in his pants or the smear of it on his stomach, as he shifts to his feet and holds out a hand to Tim.]
I've been thinkin' about takin' you to bed since you woke me up in the Flotilla. Woulda taken you that night, if you'd have let me. [And there was no time like the present to make up for the missed opportunity.] No more jackin' off in the shower for either of us.
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[ As Raylan straightened up Tim was left sprawled on his back, legs canted outwards as wide as he could manage given how his own trousers were tangled around his ankles. Blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust drank in the view as the older man stood, lingering on the way the front of his loose slacks were tented. He couldn't help the sneak lick of his lips, almost salivating with the desire to lung forward and suck at that wet mark. ]
Time, all the ... [ He stammered a little as he swallowed spit and moved to finally kick free of all his clothing and take Raylan's hand, getting to his feet.
Standing up, Tim ignored the way his cock bounced lewdly in front of him as he grinned wickedly up at the older man. ]
Speak for yourself. My right hand has been busier than it was when I was fifteen since we got back. [ Raylan just looked over and smiled at him and -knowing that the smile was meant for him- Tim ended up with a semi.
For now he traced his fingers over the soft sheen of rapidly drying cum he'd left on Raylan's stomach, as he stepped past him and towards the bedroom. Glancing over his shoulder, Tim slid the fingers into his mouth and sucked lewdly at the combined flavor of his own cum and Raylan's skin. ]
Time, all the ... [ He stammered a little as he swallowed spit and moved to finally kick free of all his clothing and take Raylan's hand, getting to his feet.
Standing up, Tim ignored the way his cock bounced lewdly in front of him as he grinned wickedly up at the older man. ]
Speak for yourself. My right hand has been busier than it was when I was fifteen since we got back. [ Raylan just looked over and smiled at him and -knowing that the smile was meant for him- Tim ended up with a semi.
For now he traced his fingers over the soft sheen of rapidly drying cum he'd left on Raylan's stomach, as he stepped past him and towards the bedroom. Glancing over his shoulder, Tim slid the fingers into his mouth and sucked lewdly at the combined flavor of his own cum and Raylan's skin. ]
[Raylan wasn't shy about the way he looked over Tim all spread out on the couch until he moved either and there was the passing thought of burning Tim's pants so he had to walk around wearing less just on general purpose.
They'd changed together before, in the locker room at work and Raylan had gotten his eyeful on Istak's little boat, but this was different. He'd been given the permission to look, the permission to admire and Tim was working with a lot more than he had bothered to let himself notice back home. The way Tim looked over his shoulder and licked his fingers might as well have been a string wrapped around Raylan's cock, tugging him forward at his base with the overwhelming need to see Tim's smart assed mouth twisted in pleasure and moaning his name again.
He hummed out a soft growl of want as he follows, kicking off his shoes and sheading his pants on the way, leaving a literal trail towards the bedroom to match the shirt chaos of the living room.
It was nice to be able to leave the door open, confident in the lock that he'd hit when he closed it behind him, and Raylan didn't hesitate about stepping into Tim's space, hands sliding around his naked waist and down to Tim's ass as his eyes rake down Tim's chest and land on their cocks, bumping and weeping together. He looks back up under his eyebrows at his partner, lips curled devilishly.]
I wouldn't mind watchin' that show. I hope you ain't got anywhere else to be for the rest of the afternoon. I wanna wring you out the way you wrung him out. Hauntin' the poor man and his cock for days afterwards.
They'd changed together before, in the locker room at work and Raylan had gotten his eyeful on Istak's little boat, but this was different. He'd been given the permission to look, the permission to admire and Tim was working with a lot more than he had bothered to let himself notice back home. The way Tim looked over his shoulder and licked his fingers might as well have been a string wrapped around Raylan's cock, tugging him forward at his base with the overwhelming need to see Tim's smart assed mouth twisted in pleasure and moaning his name again.
He hummed out a soft growl of want as he follows, kicking off his shoes and sheading his pants on the way, leaving a literal trail towards the bedroom to match the shirt chaos of the living room.
It was nice to be able to leave the door open, confident in the lock that he'd hit when he closed it behind him, and Raylan didn't hesitate about stepping into Tim's space, hands sliding around his naked waist and down to Tim's ass as his eyes rake down Tim's chest and land on their cocks, bumping and weeping together. He looks back up under his eyebrows at his partner, lips curled devilishly.]
I wouldn't mind watchin' that show. I hope you ain't got anywhere else to be for the rest of the afternoon. I wanna wring you out the way you wrung him out. Hauntin' the poor man and his cock for days afterwards.
[ Back home Tim never went out of his way to call attention to himself. He was a sniper, he was the back-up and the more he flew under the radar the safer it was for him and for his partner. Whether he was out with Raylan, Rachel, Nelson or Art. Around the office he was used to keeping that low profile, leaving his office mates to draw the eye and happy with that arrangement.
Perhaps it might seem a bit odd then, for Raylan, to find that the young marshal actually enjoyed being the center of a man's rapt attention. Tim preened a little, moving his ass and torso in a way that showed off his best assets to full effect and smiling with an almost boyish come hither gleam in his eyes. So often Tim had to be an adult, the dominant partner that he rarely got to be coy but in the right circumstances it was obviously a role he enjoyed playing. ]
Not planning to be anywhere but right here the rest of the night. [ He promised as he turned and stepped into Raylan's arms. Perhaps there should be some awkwardness, given the crush situation and everything that had gone on between them but when Raylan reached, Tim moved eagerly to him. Sliding his own hands up along the older man's smoother chest, he teased dusky nipples with a light tattoo of his fingertips, leaning forward to kiss his partner on the sternum. ] Even have supplies for dinner in so I can keep you well fed.
[ Giving his partner a cheeky wink, Tim indulged in the simple gesture of stroking his palms down and back up. His touch was reverent, as if he were touching something infinitely precious even as a mischievous glint twinkled in dark eyes. ]
Going to put me on my back, or would you like me to provide you with an instruction cheat sheet for this whole 'Slot C' thing? [ Yes, in fact he was seeking to wind the older man up a little, playfully inviting some of the aggression he could feel just under the surface of his hands. Tim got a sense that Raylan genuinely did not want to hurt him and was -perhaps- restraining himself more so than either of them really wanted, or needed out of cautious habit. ]
Perhaps it might seem a bit odd then, for Raylan, to find that the young marshal actually enjoyed being the center of a man's rapt attention. Tim preened a little, moving his ass and torso in a way that showed off his best assets to full effect and smiling with an almost boyish come hither gleam in his eyes. So often Tim had to be an adult, the dominant partner that he rarely got to be coy but in the right circumstances it was obviously a role he enjoyed playing. ]
Not planning to be anywhere but right here the rest of the night. [ He promised as he turned and stepped into Raylan's arms. Perhaps there should be some awkwardness, given the crush situation and everything that had gone on between them but when Raylan reached, Tim moved eagerly to him. Sliding his own hands up along the older man's smoother chest, he teased dusky nipples with a light tattoo of his fingertips, leaning forward to kiss his partner on the sternum. ] Even have supplies for dinner in so I can keep you well fed.
[ Giving his partner a cheeky wink, Tim indulged in the simple gesture of stroking his palms down and back up. His touch was reverent, as if he were touching something infinitely precious even as a mischievous glint twinkled in dark eyes. ]
Going to put me on my back, or would you like me to provide you with an instruction cheat sheet for this whole 'Slot C' thing? [ Yes, in fact he was seeking to wind the older man up a little, playfully inviting some of the aggression he could feel just under the surface of his hands. Tim got a sense that Raylan genuinely did not want to hurt him and was -perhaps- restraining himself more so than either of them really wanted, or needed out of cautious habit. ]
[It was definitely a side of Tim that he wasn't used to seeing but he wore it well and Raylan wanted to encourage all the things that Tim hadn't gotten to do or enjoy or experience. Tim spent too much time in the backdrop, in the bushes. He deserved some devoted attention and Raylan enjoyed the show, the confidence of it all.
He hummed with an exhale at the slide of Tim's hands, the warmth that trailed in their wake all making its way right to Raylan's lower stomach, coiling there with the rest of the nerve firing pressure. The teasing touch across his nipple had him pulling in a breath through his nose.]
Food is the last thing on my mind right now, [he purrs out.
Tim wasn't far off in his assumption. Raylan knew he was no china doll, needed no kid gloves but he didn't want to ruin whatever kind of idea Tim had about their first time by being.. well, bullish and himself.
But Tim's sarcastic question earned an instant grin, an instant, ready jump to the soft challenged issued and Raylan scooped him up by his ass, walking him around to the side and hefting Tim onto the bed with his own lean frame following a heart beat after.]
I do anythin' you don't like, tell me, okay? And tell me where the lube is because I've been thinkin' about spreadin' you out in front of me or pinnin' you against a wall in the shower since Christmas.
[And he was tired of waiting and tormenting himself with something he thought would never materialize.]
He hummed with an exhale at the slide of Tim's hands, the warmth that trailed in their wake all making its way right to Raylan's lower stomach, coiling there with the rest of the nerve firing pressure. The teasing touch across his nipple had him pulling in a breath through his nose.]
Food is the last thing on my mind right now, [he purrs out.
Tim wasn't far off in his assumption. Raylan knew he was no china doll, needed no kid gloves but he didn't want to ruin whatever kind of idea Tim had about their first time by being.. well, bullish and himself.
But Tim's sarcastic question earned an instant grin, an instant, ready jump to the soft challenged issued and Raylan scooped him up by his ass, walking him around to the side and hefting Tim onto the bed with his own lean frame following a heart beat after.]
I do anythin' you don't like, tell me, okay? And tell me where the lube is because I've been thinkin' about spreadin' you out in front of me or pinnin' you against a wall in the shower since Christmas.
[And he was tired of waiting and tormenting himself with something he thought would never materialize.]
[ Tim's chuckle was throaty and very pleased with himself when his attempt to nudge Raylan towards a bit of manhandling bore fruit. As capable and independent as the sniper was, he had a definite thing for men who could manhandle him.
Men who he could trust manhandle him.
Landing into the comfortable expanse of his bed the younger marshal sprawled artfully against the neatly made bedsheets. Dark blue eyes were shameless in the way they trailed up and down the long, lean body moving overtop and Tim indulged in one of his favorite tells; licking his lips. Tilting his head back he reached up to a small shelf that was inset into the wood that framed the bed -making it like a nest- and pulled down a tube which he tossed towards Raylan. ]
My right hand and I have been busy since you arrived. [ He shared as a way to explain how light the tube might feel. Speaking of that right hand, Tim slowly brushed his fingers down across his abdomen, the way a man often did when gearing up for a good wank, his fingers stretching to wrap around his hard cock.
He pumped his shaft with shameless delight, wringing a couple beads of pre-cum out of the tip as he enjoyed the view. Perhaps something in the way he smiled, the way he watched, might suggest that Tim had allowed himself this moment as a fantasy (Raylan reared above him, between his spread legs, eager to fuck him) more than a few times. ]
Not much I don't enjoy, Raylan. Even less I haven't imagined doing with you at least once or twice in the past five years.
Men who he could trust manhandle him.
Landing into the comfortable expanse of his bed the younger marshal sprawled artfully against the neatly made bedsheets. Dark blue eyes were shameless in the way they trailed up and down the long, lean body moving overtop and Tim indulged in one of his favorite tells; licking his lips. Tilting his head back he reached up to a small shelf that was inset into the wood that framed the bed -making it like a nest- and pulled down a tube which he tossed towards Raylan. ]
My right hand and I have been busy since you arrived. [ He shared as a way to explain how light the tube might feel. Speaking of that right hand, Tim slowly brushed his fingers down across his abdomen, the way a man often did when gearing up for a good wank, his fingers stretching to wrap around his hard cock.
He pumped his shaft with shameless delight, wringing a couple beads of pre-cum out of the tip as he enjoyed the view. Perhaps something in the way he smiled, the way he watched, might suggest that Tim had allowed himself this moment as a fantasy (Raylan reared above him, between his spread legs, eager to fuck him) more than a few times. ]
Not much I don't enjoy, Raylan. Even less I haven't imagined doing with you at least once or twice in the past five years.
[The bottle hit his arm and fell and Raylan chuckled as he shifted his weight a little so he could pull it up and heft it, curling a lustily amused look over at Tim. Pulling back onto his hunches, Raylan pops the top and doles out some onto his fingers as he watches Tim stroke himself. God he was hot.]
You're gonna have to detail those out sometime, [he says, bending and scooting himself down to kiss and nip at Tim's thigh as his fingers stroke up a slick streak of lube across Tim's hole, fingers stopping to circle and testingly press into Tim's heat as dark eyes watched his lover's face.]
'Cause I wonder how many cross over with mine the past month or so. Like you milkin' me like you did him.
[It felt rude somehow, to just 'barge right in' without giving Tim's body a warning and a warm up before dealing with the amount of spread Raylan wanted to bestow upon him.
And Istak had really enjoyed his night with the sniper, even if he didn't get to fuck him.]
You're gonna have to detail those out sometime, [he says, bending and scooting himself down to kiss and nip at Tim's thigh as his fingers stroke up a slick streak of lube across Tim's hole, fingers stopping to circle and testingly press into Tim's heat as dark eyes watched his lover's face.]
'Cause I wonder how many cross over with mine the past month or so. Like you milkin' me like you did him.
[It felt rude somehow, to just 'barge right in' without giving Tim's body a warning and a warm up before dealing with the amount of spread Raylan wanted to bestow upon him.
And Istak had really enjoyed his night with the sniper, even if he didn't get to fuck him.]
[ Tim hadn't been lying when he'd told Istak that he didn't get on his back all that often. He'd bottomed now and then and he enjoyed the physical pleasure to be found in that position, but he rarely trusted a man, or wanted a man badly enough to be that vulnerable with them. If that particular itch needed scratched? Well he had a nice collection of toys back home with which to do it himself.
Being watched by those hot, dark eyes just encouraged Tim to wriggle shamelessly, a picture of wanton abandon. The nip to slim thighs earned Raylan a jerk of those lean limbs and another healthy bead of precum from the rosy, swollen tip peeking out above Tim's strangle hold on himself. ]
That is one of my favorite things to do with a lover. [ The sniper confirmed between breathy pants. ] But think I'd like to wait till we have a day all to ourselves. So I can rile you up and then enjoy you getting hot and horny every hour. [ Tim knew about the side effects of a good milking, though he had never hung around long enough to enjoy the spoils.
With Raylan however...
Reaching down Tim hooked one knee over his arm, drawing his thigh back to his chest as he set his other foot flat on the mattress as he spread himself open and vulnerable for Raylan. ]
Stop dawdling. [ He purred. ] I've waited six years for you, cowboy.
Being watched by those hot, dark eyes just encouraged Tim to wriggle shamelessly, a picture of wanton abandon. The nip to slim thighs earned Raylan a jerk of those lean limbs and another healthy bead of precum from the rosy, swollen tip peeking out above Tim's strangle hold on himself. ]
That is one of my favorite things to do with a lover. [ The sniper confirmed between breathy pants. ] But think I'd like to wait till we have a day all to ourselves. So I can rile you up and then enjoy you getting hot and horny every hour. [ Tim knew about the side effects of a good milking, though he had never hung around long enough to enjoy the spoils.
With Raylan however...
Reaching down Tim hooked one knee over his arm, drawing his thigh back to his chest as he set his other foot flat on the mattress as he spread himself open and vulnerable for Raylan. ]
Stop dawdling. [ He purred. ] I've waited six years for you, cowboy.
[Raylan was wasting no time, fingers sinking into Tim a little more with each wiggle and encouraging breath from above until two were sinking in with ease to spread and work his hole. He grins against Tim's skin before the leg is pulled away and up, a playful chasing nip Raylan's good bye to it for now.
As Tim spreads, Raylan straightens, cock bobbing swollen and eager between his lean legs as he scoops up the lube bottle again to dole out another healthy dollap to smear and stroke himself, pulling back his foreskin to give Tim a show of exactly what was coming to him before he shifts forwards, left hand picking up Tim's flat footed leg to help bend him. ]
Six years, huh? [he asks, rubbing his tip almost threatening to intrude.] Then I better make it good.
[With an impish grin, dark eyes locked onto Tim's dark blues, Raylan pushes his hips forwards, slowly sinking past that ring of slick resistance into a clutch of heat that made him moan. He was forced to pull back a little, to spread the lube so he could be allowed to see just how much of him he could fit into the sniper before he had to again.
He didn't have to, balls coming to settle warm against Tim's ass. Already he was drawing a heavier needy breath, he wanted to watch the symphony on Tim's face as he starts moving, slow on the back draw, but firm in his resettling back into his place.]
I want you to cum without touchin' yourself. Wanna see you come undone the same way you watched me.
As Tim spreads, Raylan straightens, cock bobbing swollen and eager between his lean legs as he scoops up the lube bottle again to dole out another healthy dollap to smear and stroke himself, pulling back his foreskin to give Tim a show of exactly what was coming to him before he shifts forwards, left hand picking up Tim's flat footed leg to help bend him. ]
Six years, huh? [he asks, rubbing his tip almost threatening to intrude.] Then I better make it good.
[With an impish grin, dark eyes locked onto Tim's dark blues, Raylan pushes his hips forwards, slowly sinking past that ring of slick resistance into a clutch of heat that made him moan. He was forced to pull back a little, to spread the lube so he could be allowed to see just how much of him he could fit into the sniper before he had to again.
He didn't have to, balls coming to settle warm against Tim's ass. Already he was drawing a heavier needy breath, he wanted to watch the symphony on Tim's face as he starts moving, slow on the back draw, but firm in his resettling back into his place.]
I want you to cum without touchin' yourself. Wanna see you come undone the same way you watched me.
I have no doubts. [ Tim purred as he rocked his hips into clever fingers, groaning out low breaths as the sweet burn filled his senses. Raylan might have quite a wide reputation but one constant had always been his skills in bed.
The teasing glimpse of the older man's ready cock earned Raylan more eager leakage from the younger man, as Tim wriggled and tried to grab and encourage his lover. Low growls of 'stop teasing' hissed through teeth that were almost bared with feral need, a demanding glare that gave way to a softening of his expression as Raylan moved above and within him. ]
Christ yes, [ The sniper gasped out, head arching on the pillow as his lips parted, tongue against his lower lip and face slack with delight. His body was tight and still a little resistant to the first couple of thrusts, but Tim exhaled a long breath, coaxing himself to relax and ride Raylan's initial rhythmn.
Within a few give and take tests the sniper found the right counter roll of his hips to help bring them together with a hard slap of flesh against flesh, flexing internal walls to grip Raylan tightly on the back swing. Reaching with one hand, Tim curled his fingers into salt and pepper hair and yanked -none to gently- until he could bring Raylan's mouth down atop his own. His other hand scrabbled until he could link their fingers -the way they sometimes did discreetly in public- drawing his arm back so that Raylan had the younger marshal's hand pinned up on the pillow by his head.
Cumming without touching himself was not going to be a problem. There were years of fantasy, of self-pleasure and mental desire pent up in the younger man. He had been fucked by Raylan Givens, in his sleep, in the shower, in a lonely bed late at night, that Tim was having a hard time not embarrassing himself by popping off like school boy now that he was actually under the older man. ]
The teasing glimpse of the older man's ready cock earned Raylan more eager leakage from the younger man, as Tim wriggled and tried to grab and encourage his lover. Low growls of 'stop teasing' hissed through teeth that were almost bared with feral need, a demanding glare that gave way to a softening of his expression as Raylan moved above and within him. ]
Christ yes, [ The sniper gasped out, head arching on the pillow as his lips parted, tongue against his lower lip and face slack with delight. His body was tight and still a little resistant to the first couple of thrusts, but Tim exhaled a long breath, coaxing himself to relax and ride Raylan's initial rhythmn.
Within a few give and take tests the sniper found the right counter roll of his hips to help bring them together with a hard slap of flesh against flesh, flexing internal walls to grip Raylan tightly on the back swing. Reaching with one hand, Tim curled his fingers into salt and pepper hair and yanked -none to gently- until he could bring Raylan's mouth down atop his own. His other hand scrabbled until he could link their fingers -the way they sometimes did discreetly in public- drawing his arm back so that Raylan had the younger marshal's hand pinned up on the pillow by his head.
Cumming without touching himself was not going to be a problem. There were years of fantasy, of self-pleasure and mental desire pent up in the younger man. He had been fucked by Raylan Givens, in his sleep, in the shower, in a lonely bed late at night, that Tim was having a hard time not embarrassing himself by popping off like school boy now that he was actually under the older man. ]
[ It was like a drug, the instant validation of Tim's lewd prayer of relief, the way he breathed as he rolled back into the bed. The way he wanted Raylan and the way his body seemed to hold tighter onto his root - objectively, it had likely just been a good while but Raylan's brain refused to accept anything that wasn't riding on the raw sexual nerve that was being stroked.
Already having declared his opinion on hands in his hair, Raylan angled forwards slightly to put himself in Tim's reach, unaware of the sharp tug that followed that got a sharp throaty sound as he was pulled forwards, hips slamming almost punishingly hard into Tim with the surprise of it all. He half moaned on his exhale as their lips met, messy and hungry, teeth clicking softly together in the haste of it. Long fingers wrap with Tim's as it's pulled above and Raylan has no issue applying that granted control with a press of their hands into the pillow.
His hips stuttered back to movement as Raylan separated them from the kiss but kept their faces close, free hand ran up Tim's side to grip at his hip. He wanted to enjoy every breath, every sound, every blanking of Tim's mind as he starts fucking him harder and after a few seconds, the same off hand would slide up Tim's arm to grab his wrist. If allowed without losing any of his hair, he'd pin Tim's hand down like it's mate and kiss the man roughly again.
They weren't going anywhere for the rest of the night.]
Already having declared his opinion on hands in his hair, Raylan angled forwards slightly to put himself in Tim's reach, unaware of the sharp tug that followed that got a sharp throaty sound as he was pulled forwards, hips slamming almost punishingly hard into Tim with the surprise of it all. He half moaned on his exhale as their lips met, messy and hungry, teeth clicking softly together in the haste of it. Long fingers wrap with Tim's as it's pulled above and Raylan has no issue applying that granted control with a press of their hands into the pillow.
His hips stuttered back to movement as Raylan separated them from the kiss but kept their faces close, free hand ran up Tim's side to grip at his hip. He wanted to enjoy every breath, every sound, every blanking of Tim's mind as he starts fucking him harder and after a few seconds, the same off hand would slide up Tim's arm to grab his wrist. If allowed without losing any of his hair, he'd pin Tim's hand down like it's mate and kiss the man roughly again.
They weren't going anywhere for the rest of the night.]
[ Raylan might have a hard time putting faith in the idea of how desperately he was wanted by the young sniper. Given his track record with the women who had used and discarded him it was understandable. All Tim could do was be as open and honest as possible with the older man, and as they moved together Tim found a wall, he hadn't known existed within himself, starting to melt away.
Tim had never been in situations, sexual or otherwise, where softness and vulnerability were encouraged. People had always wanted him to be hard and competent, from the Army to the Marshal Service, to the men who gravitated to his natural top energy. Somewhere along the way Tim had lost the chance to open up as a young man, tender and vulnerable, soft with another man and willing to take that man's lead.
When Raylan reached for his other hand, long fingers untangled from salt and pepper hair. Tim didn't resist when the older man moved their clasped hands down onto the pillow. Nor did he chase clever lips with anxious kisses, or close his eyes as Raylan's face moved so closely above his own.
Rather, the sniper's expression smoothed out and softened to something open and tender that he'd never shown before. Even when he had been breaking down, allowing Raylan to hold him through the night. This was private, intimate in a way that coiled around the raw act being performed by their bodies. Shyness peeked through, though it didn't keep Tim from leaning up and lightly brushing his nose against Raylan's. A sweet gesture, followed by a soft kiss and whispered words. ]
Hello, you.
Tim had never been in situations, sexual or otherwise, where softness and vulnerability were encouraged. People had always wanted him to be hard and competent, from the Army to the Marshal Service, to the men who gravitated to his natural top energy. Somewhere along the way Tim had lost the chance to open up as a young man, tender and vulnerable, soft with another man and willing to take that man's lead.
When Raylan reached for his other hand, long fingers untangled from salt and pepper hair. Tim didn't resist when the older man moved their clasped hands down onto the pillow. Nor did he chase clever lips with anxious kisses, or close his eyes as Raylan's face moved so closely above his own.
Rather, the sniper's expression smoothed out and softened to something open and tender that he'd never shown before. Even when he had been breaking down, allowing Raylan to hold him through the night. This was private, intimate in a way that coiled around the raw act being performed by their bodies. Shyness peeked through, though it didn't keep Tim from leaning up and lightly brushing his nose against Raylan's. A sweet gesture, followed by a soft kiss and whispered words. ]
Hello, you.
[It was that track record that had him stepping and speaking so carefully with Tim, half fearful that for all the six years that Tim had been daydreaming about him, that he would find the real life product disappointing in some way or wake up one morning and realize he was tying himself to an old and difficult man. But right now, that didn't matter - he was wrapped around someone who wanted him there.
There was a contrast he wasn't used to here; the rough to mix with the tender. It had always been one or the other but he wasn't without ability to adapt, face softening away from such deep intensity as he started to figure things out. Something about the simplicity of 'Hello you' made him smile crookedly, hips settling hard against Tim's ass as he took half a second to enjoy the nuzzle and the softness while he was pinning Tim to the bed and railing him like it was his job.]
Hello darlin'. I'd ask if you cum here often, but no matter the answer, I think we can do better. [ His smile pulled into a devilish grin as he rolled his hips.
You're making it awfully hard not to love you, Tim Gutterson.]
There was a contrast he wasn't used to here; the rough to mix with the tender. It had always been one or the other but he wasn't without ability to adapt, face softening away from such deep intensity as he started to figure things out. Something about the simplicity of 'Hello you' made him smile crookedly, hips settling hard against Tim's ass as he took half a second to enjoy the nuzzle and the softness while he was pinning Tim to the bed and railing him like it was his job.]
Hello darlin'. I'd ask if you cum here often, but no matter the answer, I think we can do better. [ His smile pulled into a devilish grin as he rolled his hips.
You're making it awfully hard not to love you, Tim Gutterson.]
Hey, so, uh. I'm pretty sure we haven't met so this is kinda out of the blue, but I just saw the – the thing, the assignments, and I saw you've been paired with my brother. Just wanted to, like, touch base about that and – like, apologise. For the way that he... is. Sometimes he says, uh, extremely fucked-up shit and he doesn't mean it, he's just trying to get a rise out of you.
[ A pause. ]
I'm Kendall, by the way. Kendall Roy.
[ A pause. ]
I'm Kendall, by the way. Kendall Roy.
Yeah, he kinda...
[ Feels weird to be talking shit about his brother with some random guy who's supposed to be in charge of him, so Kendall shifts gears a little. ]
It's just how we all grew up. Our dad's kind of a hardass, and we all had to... y'know, hold our own. I guess it's a defence mechanism.
[ Feels weird to be talking shit about his brother with some random guy who's supposed to be in charge of him, so Kendall shifts gears a little. ]
It's just how we all grew up. Our dad's kind of a hardass, and we all had to... y'know, hold our own. I guess it's a defence mechanism.
I bet your thanksgivin' dinners are a hellva a show.
It's nice of you to call on his behalf. [It was nice to see that someone did in fact care about Roman. Some people didn't have brothers trying to offer padding from the rest of the world.] He mentioned havin' a sister too - how many of you are there?
It's nice of you to call on his behalf. [It was nice to see that someone did in fact care about Roman. Some people didn't have brothers trying to offer padding from the rest of the world.] He mentioned havin' a sister too - how many of you are there?
[ Kendall isn't sure what one of those guys refers to in this context, but it probably applies to his father. ]
Yeah. Like, firstborn, all that shit. Pretty rough.
[ That's two for two on accidentally trampling over Connor, whoops, and to make matter's worse this time he hasn't even noticed he did it. ]
Pretty hard to get out from under it all. I dunno if he told you much about the family business.
Yeah. Like, firstborn, all that shit. Pretty rough.
[ That's two for two on accidentally trampling over Connor, whoops, and to make matter's worse this time he hasn't even noticed he did it. ]
Pretty hard to get out from under it all. I dunno if he told you much about the family business.
[Raylan tilts his head, face pinching a little. Sorry Kendall, he was trying to sort out the family order here.]
And Connor's from your daddy's.. first marriage, am I rememberin' that right? So you're firstborn from the second, you mean. [Which was fine. Still counted if you turned your head the right way.]
He told me something about being a CEO at a channel I'm not particularly familiar with, but- [Raylan snaps his finger and clicks with his mouth.] Royco. Roy Corporation. Shoulda put that one together sooner. So maybe that answer wasn't bullshit.
And Connor's from your daddy's.. first marriage, am I rememberin' that right? So you're firstborn from the second, you mean. [Which was fine. Still counted if you turned your head the right way.]
He told me something about being a CEO at a channel I'm not particularly familiar with, but- [Raylan snaps his finger and clicks with his mouth.] Royco. Roy Corporation. Shoulda put that one together sooner. So maybe that answer wasn't bullshit.
Okay. Well. I'm not gonna, like – open up his fucking soul to you, he's my brother. And I don't even know you.
[ But this is entry-level shit, he thinks, and it can probably be assumed with enough context anyway. ]
My dad was supposed to step down as CEO and chairman of the board, and I was gonna take over. But he didn't, he stayed in situ. Then he got sick, so I took over, and Rome was COO. Then my dad came back. A bunch of bullshit happened and I... uh, stepped away. For a while he was dangling it over my sister's head, and then I guess he got bored of her and started teasing Roman with it. Like, acting like he wants Rome to take over, but he doesn't. You know, the carrot and the stick, it's all pretty fuckin' textbook. My dad's a piece of shit. Last I remember Rome was still in his good books, but... maybe not, 'cause he remembers something different.
[ But this is entry-level shit, he thinks, and it can probably be assumed with enough context anyway. ]
My dad was supposed to step down as CEO and chairman of the board, and I was gonna take over. But he didn't, he stayed in situ. Then he got sick, so I took over, and Rome was COO. Then my dad came back. A bunch of bullshit happened and I... uh, stepped away. For a while he was dangling it over my sister's head, and then I guess he got bored of her and started teasing Roman with it. Like, acting like he wants Rome to take over, but he doesn't. You know, the carrot and the stick, it's all pretty fuckin' textbook. My dad's a piece of shit. Last I remember Rome was still in his good books, but... maybe not, 'cause he remembers something different.
[Raylan opted to stay silent until Kendall was done. He seems like the kind of man that might react to silence, to fill it unnecessarily.]
At least that's more clear than tryin' to guess board positions. Sounds like y'all might be better off not workin' for your daddy but if that was something that you were gonna do, at y'alls age, you woulda done it already.
This all a dedication to the business itself or to your daddy's ideas of passin' it down to his Heir?
[He doubted they really cared about the business itself; it was too broad for someone to really be passionate about, but he wasn't ruling out the possibility.]
At least that's more clear than tryin' to guess board positions. Sounds like y'all might be better off not workin' for your daddy but if that was something that you were gonna do, at y'alls age, you woulda done it already.
This all a dedication to the business itself or to your daddy's ideas of passin' it down to his Heir?
[He doubted they really cared about the business itself; it was too broad for someone to really be passionate about, but he wasn't ruling out the possibility.]
I believe in it. I think there's space for innovation in the sectors we're working with, we just need to modernise and restructure and cut out the shit that's weighing us down. [ That comes out practically rehearsed. ] But I don't know what Roman thinks. I think he's smart enough to make it work if he takes shit seriously, but I dunno how much he wants to do the... the grunt work, right? He's more into shortcutting by being dad's favourite. And then competency and passion and learning how to actually do the shit he'd be expected to do can come later, I guess.
[Holy shit, was that passion he heard?]
Real shame there isn't a tv station or a paper for y'all to run here. Though - I dunno, a monthly paper ain't a terrible idea if printin' it wouldn't be such a pain in the ass.
[He wasn't being sarcastic.]
I'll be workin' with him about gettin' a job around here. Somethin' to break him into the idea of actual laborin'. He's gonna hate everything I suggest on principal, but I'd like to put him in somethin' where he's not, say, accidently tryin' to burn down the kitchens. Cookin' isn't a skill I'd guess him havin'.
Real shame there isn't a tv station or a paper for y'all to run here. Though - I dunno, a monthly paper ain't a terrible idea if printin' it wouldn't be such a pain in the ass.
[He wasn't being sarcastic.]
I'll be workin' with him about gettin' a job around here. Somethin' to break him into the idea of actual laborin'. He's gonna hate everything I suggest on principal, but I'd like to put him in somethin' where he's not, say, accidently tryin' to burn down the kitchens. Cookin' isn't a skill I'd guess him havin'.
... A paper.
[ Kendall can't help the slightly disbelieving tone of voice there – it's just weird to think that after all this innovation, after GoJo and Vaulter and trying to move past the dying industries of print and television journalism, there's a guy here telling him he should start a newspaper. But he files the idea away anyway, just in case, and presses out an amused snort as he turns his thoughts to the idea of Roman doing any kind of labor. ]
Yeah, he's not gonna like that at all.
[ Kendall can't help the slightly disbelieving tone of voice there – it's just weird to think that after all this innovation, after GoJo and Vaulter and trying to move past the dying industries of print and television journalism, there's a guy here telling him he should start a newspaper. But he files the idea away anyway, just in case, and presses out an amused snort as he turns his thoughts to the idea of Roman doing any kind of labor. ]
Yeah, he's not gonna like that at all.
It's that or a radio show but I got no idea what you'd talk about either way.
[Raylan was not aware of movies being made on iPhones but it was better than nothing. Work with the situation you had, right?]
That's fine. Almost half the point, honestly. I'm sure you'll hear about whatever I end up stickin' him with.
[Raylan was not aware of movies being made on iPhones but it was better than nothing. Work with the situation you had, right?]
That's fine. Almost half the point, honestly. I'm sure you'll hear about whatever I end up stickin' him with.
[ Anytime after this serious of unfortunate events, Tim would pack up what few things he kept in the desk in Zero and head back up to his cabin. It was just a couple of books and a deck of cards; not even worthy of a box.
Tim was lucky this flood as it seemed that the whole aura thing had bypassed him. Either that or it had taken one look at him and short circuited its color wheel. For instance, though he had submitted his resignation to the Admiral and was genuinely sad about giving up his position in Zero, he was more numb than anything.
He wasn't angry at Pagan, not any more. The man had simply pointed out the reality that Tim had been wrestling with every since the events with Envy and then Elias' bullshit. It was exhausting more than anything and the young sniper wasn't sure what emotion he wanted to hang on his opinion of the situation.
Pouring himself a glass of whiskey he rummaged about in his small 'fridge and pantry putting himself to the task of making a meal for two. That at least put a small smile on his lips. A meal for two ... yeah, the rest of his emotions might be buried under a dumpster fire of self-doubt, but that part of life definitely gave him a much needed lift. ]
Tim was lucky this flood as it seemed that the whole aura thing had bypassed him. Either that or it had taken one look at him and short circuited its color wheel. For instance, though he had submitted his resignation to the Admiral and was genuinely sad about giving up his position in Zero, he was more numb than anything.
He wasn't angry at Pagan, not any more. The man had simply pointed out the reality that Tim had been wrestling with every since the events with Envy and then Elias' bullshit. It was exhausting more than anything and the young sniper wasn't sure what emotion he wanted to hang on his opinion of the situation.
Pouring himself a glass of whiskey he rummaged about in his small 'fridge and pantry putting himself to the task of making a meal for two. That at least put a small smile on his lips. A meal for two ... yeah, the rest of his emotions might be buried under a dumpster fire of self-doubt, but that part of life definitely gave him a much needed lift. ]
[Tim got about fifteen minutes to himself before Raylan came back to Tim's cabin, his aura a dull blood red at its base that bleed and blended into the dark blue of twisted but calm that he'd worn most of the day. It was only once the door closed behind him and a moment had passed, along with a breath, before the colors slowly started to lighten as he walked further in.]
Hey, [he says softly, lips pulling into a warm smile as the dark blue was pushed further down, giving way to a ligther blue and almost lavender that attempted to pulse outwards.]
I didn't expect you to be home so soon. Your new helper givin' you a break?
[Of course he was going to take off his hand and drop it on the nearest surface as he walks over towards Tim, keen on sliding his hands around the man and pull him in close. Chest or back, whatever he could get.]
Hey, [he says softly, lips pulling into a warm smile as the dark blue was pushed further down, giving way to a ligther blue and almost lavender that attempted to pulse outwards.]
I didn't expect you to be home so soon. Your new helper givin' you a break?
[Of course he was going to take off his hand and drop it on the nearest surface as he walks over towards Tim, keen on sliding his hands around the man and pull him in close. Chest or back, whatever he could get.]
[ It would have to be back to chest as Tim was busy peeling a carrot, but the sniper rocked back slightly to lean into his partner's steady warmth. ]
Hey you. [ He greeted him, taking note of the aura but not entirely sure about responding to it. Part of Tim wanted to offer Raylan a certain sense of privacy by not drawing attention to the way the colors shifted and changed. Part of Tim was wavering about asking Raylan how he was doing. To distract them both, he cut off a bit of carrot and offered it over his shoulder towards his lover's lips. ]
Resigned. [ Tim answered the question without hesitation and in a tone that suggested he had no intention of discussing this change any further. ] Are you okay roasted carrots as a side dish or would you like me to keep them raw?
Hey you. [ He greeted him, taking note of the aura but not entirely sure about responding to it. Part of Tim wanted to offer Raylan a certain sense of privacy by not drawing attention to the way the colors shifted and changed. Part of Tim was wavering about asking Raylan how he was doing. To distract them both, he cut off a bit of carrot and offered it over his shoulder towards his lover's lips. ]
Resigned. [ Tim answered the question without hesitation and in a tone that suggested he had no intention of discussing this change any further. ] Are you okay roasted carrots as a side dish or would you like me to keep them raw?
[Raylan hummed happily at the offer of the carrot, gently taking it from Tim's fingers and being polite enough to not crunch directly into Tim's ear, he tilts his head at the unexpected answer, heart fluttering in hope that Tim had left it because he wasn't as concerned with keeping himself worked to the bone and therefore, out of most of his misery.
He knew a Stop Sign when he heard one but that only made his brow furrow gently.]
I like 'em roasted. When were you gonna tell me you cook like all this?
[He would much rather have meals here with Tim than in the Dining room alone.
No, he wasn't overlooking the resigned thing but he'd been married long enough to know you didn't just charge into that. Not with that tone.]
He knew a Stop Sign when he heard one but that only made his brow furrow gently.]
I like 'em roasted. When were you gonna tell me you cook like all this?
[He would much rather have meals here with Tim than in the Dining room alone.
No, he wasn't overlooking the resigned thing but he'd been married long enough to know you didn't just charge into that. Not with that tone.]
[ Raylan was a wise man who had definitely learned from his previous relationships. Tim felt himself let go of a breath he'd been unaware of holding when his partner didn't immediately pursue the 'resigned' comment.
He did turn a quick and genuinely little smile over his shoulder and shrugged. ]
Ranger School. [ He began to explain. ] Learned quick to respect food and that extended to developing something of an enjoyment for eating good. On our salaries, easier to buy the ingredients and make shit myself then keep picking up the take out menus.
[ To be fair to the sniper, Tim snacked but his snacks were always healthy. Fruits and proteins rather than chips and sodas. His liver may be in danger of crapping out when he was in his forties but the rest of his systems were in tip top shape. ]
Here. [ He nudged his barely touched glass of whiskey towards Raylan. ] Start on that and tell me how you're doing with all ... uhm ... [ Leaning slightly to the side Tim made a gesture in the air, his fingertips reaching as if to touch the light blue in the air around the cowboy. ]
He did turn a quick and genuinely little smile over his shoulder and shrugged. ]
Ranger School. [ He began to explain. ] Learned quick to respect food and that extended to developing something of an enjoyment for eating good. On our salaries, easier to buy the ingredients and make shit myself then keep picking up the take out menus.
[ To be fair to the sniper, Tim snacked but his snacks were always healthy. Fruits and proteins rather than chips and sodas. His liver may be in danger of crapping out when he was in his forties but the rest of his systems were in tip top shape. ]
Here. [ He nudged his barely touched glass of whiskey towards Raylan. ] Start on that and tell me how you're doing with all ... uhm ... [ Leaning slightly to the side Tim made a gesture in the air, his fingertips reaching as if to touch the light blue in the air around the cowboy. ]
I should send a letter of thanks, [He only half jokingly teases. Raylan looks over at the gesture towards the drink, happily taking it up in his hand as he shifts to lean his hip against the countertop, one hand still loosely held around Tim's waist.]
It's a pain in the ass. [Said with a sigh, Raylan pause only long enough to take a sip of his drink. ] Endin' up tellin' Fitz a little about Arlo and I think Roman might explode if anyone looks at him too hard. Nothin' that's too much to handle, anyway..
Sure didn't expect dinner when I got back. What's goin' with these carrots?
It's a pain in the ass. [Said with a sigh, Raylan pause only long enough to take a sip of his drink. ] Endin' up tellin' Fitz a little about Arlo and I think Roman might explode if anyone looks at him too hard. Nothin' that's too much to handle, anyway..
Sure didn't expect dinner when I got back. What's goin' with these carrots?
"Nothing too fancy. Chicken thighs." Don't worry Raylan, they are not from any chickens currently living aboard GeGe. "And I am not even going to attempt to fry them." He knows his limits, there is no way he's going to try to feed a Kentucky boy fried chicken.
With the carrots tucked safely into the small oven he took a minute to relax and simply enjoy his partner's company. The galley kitchen wasn't large, Tim had only ever imagined it for himself, but he certainly didn't mind sharing the close space with Raylan. Hell, the town car had been smaller and they'd spent hours cooped up in there over the years. ]
Roman could use an explosion or two, [ Tim said with a distinct lack of sympathy ] But you seem to be making a bit of a connection with this Fitz?
[ Especially if Arlo had entered the conversation. ]
With the carrots tucked safely into the small oven he took a minute to relax and simply enjoy his partner's company. The galley kitchen wasn't large, Tim had only ever imagined it for himself, but he certainly didn't mind sharing the close space with Raylan. Hell, the town car had been smaller and they'd spent hours cooped up in there over the years. ]
Roman could use an explosion or two, [ Tim said with a distinct lack of sympathy ] But you seem to be making a bit of a connection with this Fitz?
[ Especially if Arlo had entered the conversation. ]
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Shit, we have those? [He wasn't going to ask where they came from; Raylan had been in the greenhouse most of the day and no one had come to collect or kill any of his new inmates.]
But good. Fryin' is my department.
[The sentiment was washed down with a sip of whisky and a slight shake of his head.]
Not really. I warned them both I'd be a pain in their ass and I'm livin' up to my promise. Fitz'll talk but I feel like he's got a specific detail that's happened that I'm missing to understand. The man doesn't care and he's been left in one way or another often enough to not bother diggin' out of the apathy.
Roman needs self reflection and to pull his head out of his ass.
[The glass was set down and turned gently, hazel eyes coming back up to level at Tim.]
You wanna tell me what happened? To make you resign? Last I saw, you an' that guy were talkin' about how to make Zero better.
[No where near now was the right time for his misgivings and they'd never come up if Tim was serious about quitting Zero.]
But good. Fryin' is my department.
[The sentiment was washed down with a sip of whisky and a slight shake of his head.]
Not really. I warned them both I'd be a pain in their ass and I'm livin' up to my promise. Fitz'll talk but I feel like he's got a specific detail that's happened that I'm missing to understand. The man doesn't care and he's been left in one way or another often enough to not bother diggin' out of the apathy.
Roman needs self reflection and to pull his head out of his ass.
[The glass was set down and turned gently, hazel eyes coming back up to level at Tim.]
You wanna tell me what happened? To make you resign? Last I saw, you an' that guy were talkin' about how to make Zero better.
[No where near now was the right time for his misgivings and they'd never come up if Tim was serious about quitting Zero.]
You'll work it out of him, [ he means Fitz ] you're good at gettin' people to talk.
[ It really was one of Raylan's super powers.
As for Roman. Well, they were of a similar mind when it came to that one so Tim simply nodded as he went over to fetch down another glass and pour himself a whiskey. ]
Been wrestling with it for awhile now. [ Tim decided to go straight into the question, rather than circling back to discuss frying chicken. ] After what happened with Envy, then the shit with Jon and Elias. [ Tim paused and took a healthy drink off his whiskey, topped it up and then busied himself putting the bottle away. ]
Today I was talking with the guy who signed up as the other Warden for Zero; Pagan. Discussing those changes and he pointed out that I have no business giving my opinions since there ain't nothing we experience in our world that comes close to what people on this ship have faced. [ Tim shrugged, set his glass aside and dug into the refrigerator where he had the chicken marinating. ]
He's right.
[ It really was one of Raylan's super powers.
As for Roman. Well, they were of a similar mind when it came to that one so Tim simply nodded as he went over to fetch down another glass and pour himself a whiskey. ]
Been wrestling with it for awhile now. [ Tim decided to go straight into the question, rather than circling back to discuss frying chicken. ] After what happened with Envy, then the shit with Jon and Elias. [ Tim paused and took a healthy drink off his whiskey, topped it up and then busied himself putting the bottle away. ]
Today I was talking with the guy who signed up as the other Warden for Zero; Pagan. Discussing those changes and he pointed out that I have no business giving my opinions since there ain't nothing we experience in our world that comes close to what people on this ship have faced. [ Tim shrugged, set his glass aside and dug into the refrigerator where he had the chicken marinating. ]
He's right.
Oh, his talkin' ain't the problem.
[But Fitz and Roman were just the lube to slide them into this Q&A, and Raylan would rather focus on that. He bobs his head, face shrugging with a soft downturn of his features.]
While that's technically correct - that we have nothing in our world that is here - that doesn't preclude the experiences we do have, or the advantages of a base line human being. Powerhouses aren't the only ones gettin' slotted down there and the ones that are could likely do with a nice good shot of us little people havin' no time or shits to give about their grandstanding.
You don't have to have experiences like theirs to know what bein' humane is. And you do.
[But Fitz and Roman were just the lube to slide them into this Q&A, and Raylan would rather focus on that. He bobs his head, face shrugging with a soft downturn of his features.]
While that's technically correct - that we have nothing in our world that is here - that doesn't preclude the experiences we do have, or the advantages of a base line human being. Powerhouses aren't the only ones gettin' slotted down there and the ones that are could likely do with a nice good shot of us little people havin' no time or shits to give about their grandstanding.
You don't have to have experiences like theirs to know what bein' humane is. And you do.
[ As Raylan talked, Tim worked on getting out the chicken they were going to eat. He'd been marinating them in lemon and garlic. Fresh herbs would also be part of the dish, but that would have to wait until they had fresh herbs at hand. ]
I'm not going back, Raylan. [ He said with direct simplicity and a tired expression as he worked the lid off the container he had the chicken in. ]
Been chewing on this decision since all that bullshit with Elias and the Hellscapes. Conversation with Pagan just tipped the scale. Find myself some other way to contribute to keeping GeGe running smoothly. Go peel potatoes or something.
I'm not going back, Raylan. [ He said with direct simplicity and a tired expression as he worked the lid off the container he had the chicken in. ]
Been chewing on this decision since all that bullshit with Elias and the Hellscapes. Conversation with Pagan just tipped the scale. Find myself some other way to contribute to keeping GeGe running smoothly. Go peel potatoes or something.
[He let a beat or two pass and spoke softly when he starts up again, eyes watching the line of Tim's shoulders.]
I'm not tryin' to talk you into goin' back, Tim. If you wanna quit then- [he lifted and dropped his free hand back down to his waist.] That's what you wanna do.
But I don't think you're that.. I dunno. Useless because our world is objectively Not Shiny compared to everyone else's. We're.. We wouldn't have been offered this chance if we couldn't effect some change, is all. Don't you think?
I'm not tryin' to talk you into goin' back, Tim. If you wanna quit then- [he lifted and dropped his free hand back down to his waist.] That's what you wanna do.
But I don't think you're that.. I dunno. Useless because our world is objectively Not Shiny compared to everyone else's. We're.. We wouldn't have been offered this chance if we couldn't effect some change, is all. Don't you think?
I used to think that. [ Tim said in agreement with Raylan's latter point and his question. But in the next breath the young sniper's face slid into something that expressed genuine confusion. ]
But then the shit happened with Envy and I learned that even at my most skilled, in my zone if you will, I was useless against him. Follow-up with Elias and Jon and their shit, not only was I useless to stop any of it, I was made into a weapon against people I care about; I was a liability.
[ It was Tim's turn to shrug as he focused on getting the thighs onto a broiling pan, hands shaking slightly. He had to stop, makes a fist over and over then go back to his work with his head still down. ]
Pagan didn't say anything that wasn't fair. I'm huffing my own farts thinking that I bring anything to the table. Even the skill set I could rely upon back home doesn't function here. [ Taking a deep breath, Tim let his hands rest on either side of the broiler pan, still staring at the chicken but with a gaze that was a million miles away. ]
Haven't felt this out of water, this much of a liability, since I got back from the Sandbox. Before I headed to the Marshal Service.
But then the shit happened with Envy and I learned that even at my most skilled, in my zone if you will, I was useless against him. Follow-up with Elias and Jon and their shit, not only was I useless to stop any of it, I was made into a weapon against people I care about; I was a liability.
[ It was Tim's turn to shrug as he focused on getting the thighs onto a broiling pan, hands shaking slightly. He had to stop, makes a fist over and over then go back to his work with his head still down. ]
Pagan didn't say anything that wasn't fair. I'm huffing my own farts thinking that I bring anything to the table. Even the skill set I could rely upon back home doesn't function here. [ Taking a deep breath, Tim let his hands rest on either side of the broiler pan, still staring at the chicken but with a gaze that was a million miles away. ]
Haven't felt this out of water, this much of a liability, since I got back from the Sandbox. Before I headed to the Marshal Service.
['Used to' had Raylan's brow twitching towards a worried furrow, something that settled in at Tim's shaking and flexing hands. Stepping forward, Raylan put himself behind Tim's left shoulder and tried to settle his hands on Tim's waist.
This was the dangerous part. The out of water part, the part where Raylan didn't know what Tim was like when he was twisted up this way. The part where Raylan didn't know if he'd be casted off or pushed awayor worse to follow. But if Tim didn't react or react negatively, he'd slid his hands the rest of the way around him.]
It might be a fair opinion to have, but that doesn't make him right, darlin'. [Raylan kept his tone in the low, soft, lovers whisper.] What happened, with Envy, with the Entities. None of that was your fault. None of that was a failing on you. You-- [If Tim would let him, Raylan would turn him around by the waist.]
Just because the shit you saw out there ain't the shit that they saw out here doesn't make it any less important, ugly, or heartbreakingly damaging. It doesn't invalidate it or make it worthless.
You always have been and always will be an asset to whatever you set your mind to.
This was the dangerous part. The out of water part, the part where Raylan didn't know what Tim was like when he was twisted up this way. The part where Raylan didn't know if he'd be casted off or pushed away
It might be a fair opinion to have, but that doesn't make him right, darlin'. [Raylan kept his tone in the low, soft, lovers whisper.] What happened, with Envy, with the Entities. None of that was your fault. None of that was a failing on you. You-- [If Tim would let him, Raylan would turn him around by the waist.]
Just because the shit you saw out there ain't the shit that they saw out here doesn't make it any less important, ugly, or heartbreakingly damaging. It doesn't invalidate it or make it worthless.
You always have been and always will be an asset to whatever you set your mind to.
[ Tim didn't react with any level of physicality as Raylan closed the distance and folded himself into the sniper's space. He allowed himself to be guided by strong hands, settled by his lover's low, throaty drawl so that by the time he turned into the older man, Tim exhaled a deep breath and laid his head against Raylan's chest. ]
I was telling myself that. [ He admitted, in a low voice. ] Spent a lot of quiet nights on Flotilla wrestling with what happened; particularly with the Entities. Thought I was out of that mire.
[ Taking another deep breath, Tim lifted his arms to wrap them around Raylan but was careful not to put his chicken smeared fingers on the older man. ]
It was how Pagan said what he said. Like until he told me about his so much greater negative experience, all the shit you and I know about what happens to men in Supermax, and SHU ... it didn't matter. Yeah, I get that he's an asshole and being a patronizing asshole is a default setting but it was like being kicked back down and everything I thought I had sorted reared back up and the ground I'd made became quicksand.
Goddamn fucking rollercoaster.
I was telling myself that. [ He admitted, in a low voice. ] Spent a lot of quiet nights on Flotilla wrestling with what happened; particularly with the Entities. Thought I was out of that mire.
[ Taking another deep breath, Tim lifted his arms to wrap them around Raylan but was careful not to put his chicken smeared fingers on the older man. ]
It was how Pagan said what he said. Like until he told me about his so much greater negative experience, all the shit you and I know about what happens to men in Supermax, and SHU ... it didn't matter. Yeah, I get that he's an asshole and being a patronizing asshole is a default setting but it was like being kicked back down and everything I thought I had sorted reared back up and the ground I'd made became quicksand.
Goddamn fucking rollercoaster.
[Raylan's aura 'relaxed', the dark swirling blues and purples lightening like a breath let out as Tim uses his chest as a headrest. He didn't care about the chicken fingers or the salmonella that might be on it, relieved that he was being allowed to step in here, allowed to see Tim's struggle and frustration, allowed to give him space enough to get it out instead of bottling things up like they both tended to do when they were at home alone and in their own heads.
When Tim wraps around him, Raylan tightens the encirclement of the sniper and drops his lips to press into Tim's hair as he listens. It tugged painfully at all the soft parts of him that could do nothing to fix Tim's situation beyond be there.]
Yeah. Tough to keep shit level on top when its all shiftin' sands underneath. We really got thrown into the deep end here, didn't we.
[The thumb of his left hand starts brushing back and forth softly.]
No one's gonna fault you feelin' some kinda way. And if they do, then they're also assholes and their opinion doesn't matter.
When Tim wraps around him, Raylan tightens the encirclement of the sniper and drops his lips to press into Tim's hair as he listens. It tugged painfully at all the soft parts of him that could do nothing to fix Tim's situation beyond be there.]
Yeah. Tough to keep shit level on top when its all shiftin' sands underneath. We really got thrown into the deep end here, didn't we.
[The thumb of his left hand starts brushing back and forth softly.]
No one's gonna fault you feelin' some kinda way. And if they do, then they're also assholes and their opinion doesn't matter.
It doesn't take long for Raylan to get anywhere, even on a boat this size, so it's only a solid 5 before he's knocking at Roman's door and testing the handle. If it was open, he'd walk right in, but if not-
"Roman?"
"Roman?"
It's open. Roman's penthouse-turned-small-cabin is still pretty pristine and surprisingly neat despite the fact that he doesn't have anything even remotely resembling a maid.
Roman, however, is anything but clean and tidy: his hair is skewed, flopping half in his face. He's not wearing a shirt because he's using the garment as a makeshift towel, holding it to his nose. A rather large amount of blood has soaked through, but Roman, keeping his head tilted up--this isn't his first rodeo--shoots a warning look in Raylan's direction.
Roman, however, is anything but clean and tidy: his hair is skewed, flopping half in his face. He's not wearing a shirt because he's using the garment as a makeshift towel, holding it to his nose. A rather large amount of blood has soaked through, but Roman, keeping his head tilted up--this isn't his first rodeo--shoots a warning look in Raylan's direction.
Smart enough to keep half an eye on the network after Roman's text, he both was and wasn't surprised that Roman jumped to immediately running his mouth. Something had happened with John Seed then. Busy boy. But the question of What was answered as soon as Raylan took Roman and his bloody mess.
His brow furrows at dramatic speeds as he shuts the door.
"Jesus Christ, Roman. Shoulda told me to bring ice." Stepping over, he gestures at him. "Lift it, let me see how bad he popped ya."
The why wasn't as important as the blood gushing out of Roman's nose. What would looking do? Not much, but it was habit and a look at how severe the break was, wasn't worthless.
His brow furrows at dramatic speeds as he shuts the door.
"Jesus Christ, Roman. Shoulda told me to bring ice." Stepping over, he gestures at him. "Lift it, let me see how bad he popped ya."
The why wasn't as important as the blood gushing out of Roman's nose. What would looking do? Not much, but it was habit and a look at how severe the break was, wasn't worthless.
"It's fine. I'm fine," Roman insists, though it sounds an awful lot like he's miserable. There's still a strange sort of scrappy defiance that's in his eyes, a glint--don't test me, motherfucker--but he scoots over so Raylan can actually see. The tough guy act isn't lasting very long at all, either: as soon as he lifts the shirt to show Raylan he lets out a high whimper, wincing.
"It's nothing plastic surgery won't fix, who gives a shit." He very much does. Every single ounce of scrappiness or actual anger has seeped out. He's in too much pain to sound like he's feeling anything else.
"If you're not going to give me a gun, shoot John Seed instead."
"It's nothing plastic surgery won't fix, who gives a shit." He very much does. Every single ounce of scrappiness or actual anger has seeped out. He's in too much pain to sound like he's feeling anything else.
"If you're not going to give me a gun, shoot John Seed instead."
"Uh-huh," he grunts in automatic response, not believing the bullshit line in the slightest and wholly used to that particular flex. Raylan winces as Roman gives him a peek and he gestures for him to put that shirt back. He had a feeling, with the way Roman's head was kept tilted back, that this wasn't his first broken nose.
"I'm not shootin' anyone today and we ain't got plastic surgery here. It's not the worst broken nose I've ever seen, but you need to be comin' with me to the infirmary. You're bleedin' a lot and you wanna break it back into position while it's fresh, 'fore anything else starts to try to heal the split." He didn't know if Roman would listen with the first push of the idea but he was happy to press more.
"What happened? Why'd he hit you?" A distraction - to give Roman a choice, a way to circle back around without having to feel like he's dancing for it.
"I'm not shootin' anyone today and we ain't got plastic surgery here. It's not the worst broken nose I've ever seen, but you need to be comin' with me to the infirmary. You're bleedin' a lot and you wanna break it back into position while it's fresh, 'fore anything else starts to try to heal the split." He didn't know if Roman would listen with the first push of the idea but he was happy to press more.
"What happened? Why'd he hit you?" A distraction - to give Roman a choice, a way to circle back around without having to feel like he's dancing for it.
There's wild panic in his eyes the moment Raylan starts to go on about the infirmary--it's a hard no, and he's about to say as much and open his mouth in protest when Raylan's re-direction works almost perfectly. He swallows, tasting copper (or is that his imagination), and barely bites back a whimper.
He's never done pain well.
"He fucking--fuck--" he's getting riled up thinking about it, now, and he lets out a noise that's somewhere between a shout and another swear word.
"--Goddamn asshole wants to fuck the stigmata out of Jesus Christ he's so batshit insane, that's why, he fucking--"
He's talking, his brain is telling him to keep at it, to keep insulting him even as he's visibly trying to find a way to articulate what he actually says. Eventually he throws one hand up in surrender, gesturing wildly.
"...he was saying some stupid fucking bullshit about Kendall and I hit him, okay? Are you happy? Fuck you."
He's never done pain well.
"He fucking--fuck--" he's getting riled up thinking about it, now, and he lets out a noise that's somewhere between a shout and another swear word.
"--Goddamn asshole wants to fuck the stigmata out of Jesus Christ he's so batshit insane, that's why, he fucking--"
He's talking, his brain is telling him to keep at it, to keep insulting him even as he's visibly trying to find a way to articulate what he actually says. Eventually he throws one hand up in surrender, gesturing wildly.
"...he was saying some stupid fucking bullshit about Kendall and I hit him, okay? Are you happy? Fuck you."
The wild panic was noted and Raylan was glad he gave Roman a distraction to the suggestion. They'd have to come at it at a curve - he could handle that. The outbursts were taken with no real reaction as he was patient enough to let the chaotic overflow of emotions culminate in an actual answer. It was hard to be reasonable when you had a broken nose.
Once he got his answer, he raised his eyebrows with a faint tilt of his head and a more genuine smile.
"No shame in gettin' your nose broke defendin' family." He was sure his approval would only piss Roman off more, but that was okay. Raylan wasn't a Kindergartener Teacher here to make sure everyone learned to keep their hands to themselves.
"I'm surprised he didn't kill you. You know John Seed's the guy who killed and carved up Fitz for fun just after I got here and as I recall, Fitz didn't even do anything to him."
Once he got his answer, he raised his eyebrows with a faint tilt of his head and a more genuine smile.
"No shame in gettin' your nose broke defendin' family." He was sure his approval would only piss Roman off more, but that was okay. Raylan wasn't a Kindergartener Teacher here to make sure everyone learned to keep their hands to themselves.
"I'm surprised he didn't kill you. You know John Seed's the guy who killed and carved up Fitz for fun just after I got here and as I recall, Fitz didn't even do anything to him."
"Sure thing," he replies with absolutely no bite, fully leaning into the smile that Roman feels.
He will actually not knock it off, thank you.
"You know, you're gonna have a hard time havin' a drink when your nose is a fountain. We got fixes for that - it ain't the stone age. 'Sides, blood stains are a bitch to get out and you're dangerously close to gettin' it all over your floors."
He will actually not knock it off, thank you.
"You know, you're gonna have a hard time havin' a drink when your nose is a fountain. We got fixes for that - it ain't the stone age. 'Sides, blood stains are a bitch to get out and you're dangerously close to gettin' it all over your floors."
"It's not my real penthouse anyway," Roman grumbles, though he does sit up a little more and seems to at least be slowly starting to maybe get up. A process. He'd huff if he wasn't worried about moving his nose with the inhale.
"Temp-warden inmate privilege is like, a thing here, right?" He asks it before he actually says anything, scrutinizing Raylan and his dumb smile and his stupid hat. "If I say some shit you can't tell anyone? Like an NDA."
"Temp-warden inmate privilege is like, a thing here, right?" He asks it before he actually says anything, scrutinizing Raylan and his dumb smile and his stupid hat. "If I say some shit you can't tell anyone? Like an NDA."
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"If I were a smarter man, I'd lie and tell you 'Yeah, sure'. But there's no privacy rights, no miranda rights, none of that here. That doesn't mean I'm gonna do the same kinda jaw flappin' all over the network like you were."
He gave Roman a Look.
"I know how to keep my mouth shut." Being viable for Top Secret clearance and maintaining that was required for the sake of his badge. Raylan meant what he said.
He gave Roman a Look.
"I know how to keep my mouth shut." Being viable for Top Secret clearance and maintaining that was required for the sake of his badge. Raylan meant what he said.
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That's a Look Roman's surprisingly familiar with, and one he seems to take at face value after a few silent beats of staring.
"Seed's good," he confesses, and it feels weird that he's saying that to someone he barely knows about someone he barely knows, admitting it like it's some sort of secret. The eye contact he'd held while scrutinizing the other is gone.
"I'm good, but he's--he's on another level. He knew exactly what to say to get me to swing--I just don't do that shit. I fire people and I make them cry but I don't..." he mimes throwing a punch. His hand hurts but he hadn't put enough force behind it while swinging at John to break any skin or bruise his knuckles. He is, after all, part of corporate america.
"If I didn't hate him with every fiber of my being--still want your gun by the way--I'd be impressed. Is he psychic? He knew--" Roman trials off for a brief second, the hand that fake punched moving to tug at his ear.
"He knew exactly what to say to me."
"Seed's good," he confesses, and it feels weird that he's saying that to someone he barely knows about someone he barely knows, admitting it like it's some sort of secret. The eye contact he'd held while scrutinizing the other is gone.
"I'm good, but he's--he's on another level. He knew exactly what to say to get me to swing--I just don't do that shit. I fire people and I make them cry but I don't..." he mimes throwing a punch. His hand hurts but he hadn't put enough force behind it while swinging at John to break any skin or bruise his knuckles. He is, after all, part of corporate america.
"If I didn't hate him with every fiber of my being--still want your gun by the way--I'd be impressed. Is he psychic? He knew--" Roman trials off for a brief second, the hand that fake punched moving to tug at his ear.
"He knew exactly what to say to me."
This was good. A step in the right direction.
Raylan takes it all in with the same serious face he was wearing before. He wasn't gonna judge Roman for whatever came out of his mouth. That wasn't what this was ever about, no matter the man's likely well founded suspicions. If his daddy made him jump as much as Kendall suggested, Roman was used to trust being offered and then violated.
He'd spoken with Roman enough times to be aware of the point of the digs, the skill of standing up against the objections about what he was saying, so he understood what Roman meant when he said they were 'good'.
"I've got a good feelin' that he's been doin' this as a bloody lifestyle for a good long while. And no offense, but a lot can be hit with a few wild guesses. Have.. you ever hit anyone before?"
Raylan takes it all in with the same serious face he was wearing before. He wasn't gonna judge Roman for whatever came out of his mouth. That wasn't what this was ever about, no matter the man's likely well founded suspicions. If his daddy made him jump as much as Kendall suggested, Roman was used to trust being offered and then violated.
He'd spoken with Roman enough times to be aware of the point of the digs, the skill of standing up against the objections about what he was saying, so he understood what Roman meant when he said they were 'good'.
"I've got a good feelin' that he's been doin' this as a bloody lifestyle for a good long while. And no offense, but a lot can be hit with a few wild guesses. Have.. you ever hit anyone before?"
"Sure," Roman says, but his voice is light enough that it's easy to tell it's nothing beyond a few little scraps--wrestling with his sister when they disagree, getting into a few scraps when he was younger because someone wanted to play with his toy, that sort of thing. He's used to goading people, not actually swinging.
Roman takes a deep breath but that hurts like hell. After a wince and a hissing inhale, he speaks again.
"I don't give a shit what everyone says about me--I'm the best and I know I'm the best--but, uh, Kendall, he... uh..." He pulls a face. It's hard to look Raylan in the eye.
"He's... He's not as okay as he thinks he is. And I think Seed knows that now."
And it's Roman's fucking fault.
Roman takes a deep breath but that hurts like hell. After a wince and a hissing inhale, he speaks again.
"I don't give a shit what everyone says about me--I'm the best and I know I'm the best--but, uh, Kendall, he... uh..." He pulls a face. It's hard to look Raylan in the eye.
"He's... He's not as okay as he thinks he is. And I think Seed knows that now."
And it's Roman's fucking fault.
Raylan is pretty sure that Roman was lying or didn't understand what he meant in the question. But he could put a pin in it. That wasn't the important bit.
"You're worried Seed is gonna go pokin' Kendall," he surmises with a shallow nod of his head. That wasn't an unreasonable guess. "I know you mentioned that he was the one with the coke problem - somehow I got a feeling that's not as far as this goes." He also knew that it was hard to attack those subjects head on.
He levels a serious but gentle look over at the bleeding man. "You can't help him or help me help you help him with that nose the way it is. You can tell me the details I need in the waitin' times. So much for a magical barge, right?"
"You're worried Seed is gonna go pokin' Kendall," he surmises with a shallow nod of his head. That wasn't an unreasonable guess. "I know you mentioned that he was the one with the coke problem - somehow I got a feeling that's not as far as this goes." He also knew that it was hard to attack those subjects head on.
He levels a serious but gentle look over at the bleeding man. "You can't help him or help me help you help him with that nose the way it is. You can tell me the details I need in the waitin' times. So much for a magical barge, right?"
"I was on a yacht when my dad was trying to figure out which one of us he should send to prison," Roman's voice is casual as he slides off of the bed. Raylan's second comment is better than acknowledging that Raylan's right about Kendall. It's not really much of a stretch, nor is it a secret or something Roman thinks is a family shame--not entirely--but he's had just about enough of heart to hearts with the lankiest cowboy in West Texas.
"That was way less stressful than this bullshit. C'mon, gringo." He's ready to go to the medical ward. It's now or never.
"That was way less stressful than this bullshit. C'mon, gringo." He's ready to go to the medical ward. It's now or never.
"Guess that's the one good thing about havin' only one dad. No need to figure anything out. C'mon."
Raylan opens the door for him and walks with him up to the Infirmary and stands off to the side, arms crossed and silent as Roman is tended to.
"After this, I'll pour you a drink from the good bottle, if you like."
Raylan opens the door for him and walks with him up to the Infirmary and stands off to the side, arms crossed and silent as Roman is tended to.
"After this, I'll pour you a drink from the good bottle, if you like."
"You'd better," Roman says, and it's the furthest thing from a threat in the universe. He's almost whining. He's too tired to be obstinate right now--it's too much effort, he's in too much pain, and he's never really been good with things like this. Picking himself off the floor.
It could be worse, he thinks. Kendall was there. For all of the shit he gives his older brother, there's genuine love there when push comes to shove. It doesn't mean he isn't miserable now, but it's a nice thought.
"I don't suppose it's Japanese whiskey?" He asks, because that's easier than hissing l like a feral cat as his nose is looked over.
It could be worse, he thinks. Kendall was there. For all of the shit he gives his older brother, there's genuine love there when push comes to shove. It doesn't mean he isn't miserable now, but it's a nice thought.
"I don't suppose it's Japanese whiskey?" He asks, because that's easier than hissing l like a feral cat as his nose is looked over.
Not much was a threat when your nose was broken and even breathing made you whine a little; not that Roman on his best day would be much of a threat to Raylan personally.
"What like Saki? No, it's a Scotch, but one of the good labels. Got it for Christmas. Trust me, it's on your chosen level of shelf." He wouldn't offer Roman Jim Beam in a case like this. That's every day whiskey and also on the significantly cheaper side.
"Actually got a bottle that'll never run out, which is somethin' of a ride to watch happen."
"What like Saki? No, it's a Scotch, but one of the good labels. Got it for Christmas. Trust me, it's on your chosen level of shelf." He wouldn't offer Roman Jim Beam in a case like this. That's every day whiskey and also on the significantly cheaper side.
"Actually got a bottle that'll never run out, which is somethin' of a ride to watch happen."
Roman's about to rip into Raylan about how Suntory is the superior alcohol in almost any way, actually, he just doesn't have taste when the other keeps talking.
Hey. Top shelf. Roman feels the need to complain zip right through him, fizzling out like an antacid tablet in water. Crimes against booze forgiven, Mr. Givens. Especially since the phrase 'never run out' has been uttered. It seems to have settled him down almost entirely, enough that he lets people fuss over him with only minor griping.
"Do you have any idea how easy it would be to commodify that shit in this hellhole?"
Hey. Top shelf. Roman feels the need to complain zip right through him, fizzling out like an antacid tablet in water. Crimes against booze forgiven, Mr. Givens. Especially since the phrase 'never run out' has been uttered. It seems to have settled him down almost entirely, enough that he lets people fuss over him with only minor griping.
"Do you have any idea how easy it would be to commodify that shit in this hellhole?"
Top Shelf always calms the entitled rich around. He knew the base he was playing to, though he honestly wouldn't mind picking Roman's mind about whiskey. The man might not have taste, but he could appreciate good whiskey at the very least.
Raylan grins at the question, eyebrows lifting with the bob of agreement of his head. "If any of these people had anythin' I wanted, you might be right. Shit, back home, it'd be a whole business. Except it'd be moonshine. You ever been unfortunate enough to have that?"
Distracting talk was helpful when people were getting tended to and thankfully, that was a general rule that applied to most people. Raylan was happy to do it if it meant Roman letting his nose get looked at in relative peace.
Raylan grins at the question, eyebrows lifting with the bob of agreement of his head. "If any of these people had anythin' I wanted, you might be right. Shit, back home, it'd be a whole business. Except it'd be moonshine. You ever been unfortunate enough to have that?"
Distracting talk was helpful when people were getting tended to and thankfully, that was a general rule that applied to most people. Raylan was happy to do it if it meant Roman letting his nose get looked at in relative peace.
[Raylan had seemed to be perfectly fine, as an adult and not a carefree undergraduate, but there's still a part of Gonou that may be holding on to a few of the responsibilities of Zhu Bajie. Perhaps it's just that he misses teaching; he hardly has the right to go back to any position of that kind of responsibility, not with what he's done.
But he worries, for absolutely no reason; and so, just after the dinner shift a few days past their return from the other lives, he'll pick up his communicator for a quick message.]
Ah... this is Gonou. How are you doing? After the breach?
But he worries, for absolutely no reason; and so, just after the dinner shift a few days past their return from the other lives, he'll pick up his communicator for a quick message.]
Ah... this is Gonou. How are you doing? After the breach?
[Raylan was surprised to see his phone light up and even more surprised at the voice on the other end of the line.]
Gonou. [Bajie. A faint smile ghosts across his face for a half second before he clears his throat softly.]
Uh yeah, I'm. Fine. Not at all like the collage I actually went to, but- [His accent was thicker, vowels rounded out with whiskey and the fragile nearly transparent airs he was trying to hoist.] Weren't the breach that was hard.
How're you doin'?
Gonou. [Bajie. A faint smile ghosts across his face for a half second before he clears his throat softly.]
Uh yeah, I'm. Fine. Not at all like the collage I actually went to, but- [His accent was thicker, vowels rounded out with whiskey and the fragile nearly transparent airs he was trying to hoist.] Weren't the breach that was hard.
How're you doin'?
... not very much like my college experience, either. But then, I told you I dropped out.
[He's not sure Raylan actually sounds all right. He sounds, if anything, a little... fragile.]
Ah. I'm all right. It was ... a nice dream.
[He's not sure Raylan actually sounds all right. He sounds, if anything, a little... fragile.]
Ah. I'm all right. It was ... a nice dream.
Be glad you don't know what Florida State University is.
[But he let a long moment pass with a sigh and the sound of him sipping at his whiskey.]
A dream.. That's.. a good way to put it. Place where we were all different and, if not happy, then at least not as miserable as we all are here.
Wouldn't mind to slip into another, if I'm bein' honest.
[And he, in his drunken state, didn't know Why he was being honest but..
Yeah, Gonou was a murderer. He was also a decent guy, tales of that nasty temper aside. Maybe it was stupid, but Raylan's gut wasn't often wrong and he trusted the guy, to a point.]
[But he let a long moment pass with a sigh and the sound of him sipping at his whiskey.]
A dream.. That's.. a good way to put it. Place where we were all different and, if not happy, then at least not as miserable as we all are here.
Wouldn't mind to slip into another, if I'm bein' honest.
[And he, in his drunken state, didn't know Why he was being honest but..
Yeah, Gonou was a murderer. He was also a decent guy, tales of that nasty temper aside. Maybe it was stupid, but Raylan's gut wasn't often wrong and he trusted the guy, to a point.]
I wouldn't, myself. The problem with dreams is that you're forced to wake up, and the better they are, the harder that is in the end.
Perhaps bad dreams are easier that way.
Raylan...
[His voice does sound a little slurred, doesn't it?]
... have you been drinking?
Perhaps bad dreams are easier that way.
Raylan...
[His voice does sound a little slurred, doesn't it?]
... have you been drinking?
Mmm.
[He couldn't argue with Gonou's points; they were all valid and rooted in a reality Raylan would really rather escape from right now. He's done this before, he knows he'll find a way to get out of the other side, but right now, he was in the shit.
But admitting he'd take any dream that wasn't this reality right now wasn't something he could do, regardless of how much whiskey he'd poured down his gullet.
Gonou's question made him laugh - a throaty deep sound that edges a little too close to a repressed sob and was promptly cut short.]
Yes darlin'. For many many many days, [he said with an air of theatrics over the 'many many.' Never mind that this was the first endearment, and one that Sober Raylan will be mortified by, to pass his lips to someone who wasn't Involved with him - he was well into that bottle right now.]
Which is why I'm tucked securely into my cabin where I can't fuck up anythin' else that I touch. It's like trial by fire but its whiskey and the burn doesn't make me go to the hospital.
Violent hugs. [ he added thoughtfully ]
[He couldn't argue with Gonou's points; they were all valid and rooted in a reality Raylan would really rather escape from right now. He's done this before, he knows he'll find a way to get out of the other side, but right now, he was in the shit.
But admitting he'd take any dream that wasn't this reality right now wasn't something he could do, regardless of how much whiskey he'd poured down his gullet.
Gonou's question made him laugh - a throaty deep sound that edges a little too close to a repressed sob and was promptly cut short.]
Yes darlin'. For many many many days, [he said with an air of theatrics over the 'many many.' Never mind that this was the first endearment, and one that Sober Raylan will be mortified by, to pass his lips to someone who wasn't Involved with him - he was well into that bottle right now.]
Which is why I'm tucked securely into my cabin where I can't fuck up anythin' else that I touch. It's like trial by fire but its whiskey and the burn doesn't make me go to the hospital.
Violent hugs. [ he added thoughtfully ]
["Yes, darlin'"? Yes, he's very drunk, isn't he. Gonou winces, a little bit in sympathy and a little bit in frustration at his own instant sense that he needs to do something about this. Truly, Zhu Bajie is more trouble than he is worth to have in Cho Gonou's head.
He sighs, quietly enough that he hopes the communicator won't be able to pick it up.]
That depends on how much of it you drink, I'm afraid. Raylan... what happened?
['Violent hugs'?]
He sighs, quietly enough that he hopes the communicator won't be able to pick it up.]
That depends on how much of it you drink, I'm afraid. Raylan... what happened?
['Violent hugs'?]
I will have you know, [he drawled - can you hear the wag of his finger? ] I've gone through a divorce. I've drank through it too. Arlo was an alcoholic, Frances was an alcoholic - pretty sure it's in my genetics at this point..
[Least Winona left him with a note. Never thought he'd ever be grateful for two sentences.
He took a moment and a deep breath.]
Gutterson left. You know him? Tim Gutterson?
[Least Winona left him with a note. Never thought he'd ever be grateful for two sentences.
He took a moment and a deep breath.]
Gutterson left. You know him? Tim Gutterson?
Genetics or no, anyone can drink more than is good for them.
[There's a faintly sardonic tone in his voice at that. It's not his genetics that do it; he'd tried alcohol once or twice before, when he was human. He hadn't had that high of a tolerance. But in this body, he hasn't yet found an amount of alcohol high enough to so much as let him feel a tipsy buzz.
It's probably true that there's some amount he'd feel, though.]
I think I spoke to Mr Gutterson once....
[There's a faintly sardonic tone in his voice at that. It's not his genetics that do it; he'd tried alcohol once or twice before, when he was human. He hadn't had that high of a tolerance. But in this body, he hasn't yet found an amount of alcohol high enough to so much as let him feel a tipsy buzz.
It's probably true that there's some amount he'd feel, though.]
I think I spoke to Mr Gutterson once....
Or just the right amount.
[If nothing else, he remains amiable; He's said similar things to himself, to Arlo.. Real shame it didn't work right now. This was better than his alternative.]
He was my partner at work back home. Saved my life a couple of times. He made it back from the breach but..
[The sound of him sucking his teeth softly came through, voice dropping down into something regretful and sorrowful.]
Damned if I do, Damned if I don't.
[If nothing else, he remains amiable; He's said similar things to himself, to Arlo.. Real shame it didn't work right now. This was better than his alternative.]
He was my partner at work back home. Saved my life a couple of times. He made it back from the breach but..
[The sound of him sucking his teeth softly came through, voice dropping down into something regretful and sorrowful.]
Damned if I do, Damned if I don't.
He made it back from the breach-- [but, which seems to indicate that he's no longer here?]
Is he gone now?
[Was he an inmate? Gonou had thought he might be a warden, but he can't say for certain. It hadn't come up, as he'd been much more distracted by the walls turning into frogs.]
I'm sorry for your loss.
Is he gone now?
[Was he an inmate? Gonou had thought he might be a warden, but he can't say for certain. It hadn't come up, as he'd been much more distracted by the walls turning into frogs.]
I'm sorry for your loss.
Nah, don't do that. My fault anyway. Shoulda bet on it, really.
Took him two hours to get to his cabin and another 15, 20 minutes with me, half a conversation and.. poof. I left for a smoke and came back to an empty cabin. Empty empty.
Trust me G. Be glad you had young love. Somethin' to warm yourself with when you get older.
Took him two hours to get to his cabin and another 15, 20 minutes with me, half a conversation and.. poof. I left for a smoke and came back to an empty cabin. Empty empty.
Trust me G. Be glad you had young love. Somethin' to warm yourself with when you get older.
I ...am glad, thank you.
[Ah. So he and Tim had been...?
Gonou hadn't realized, but then, there was no reason he would have known. He hadn't asked, and he hadn't seen them together. It does explain the drinking.]
Do you think he left intentionally?
[People do, or so he's heard, disappear without warning or goodbye at times.]
[Ah. So he and Tim had been...?
Gonou hadn't realized, but then, there was no reason he would have known. He hadn't asked, and he hadn't seen them together. It does explain the drinking.]
Do you think he left intentionally?
[People do, or so he's heard, disappear without warning or goodbye at times.]
[A long moment passed, long enough that Gonou might think he wasn't going to respond at all. But then he did, small and quiet and self-defeated.]
I'm certain he did. Only way to get away from me and the bees I put in his head.
Par for my course, really.
I'm certain he did. Only way to get away from me and the bees I put in his head.
Par for my course, really.
[Quietly]
I'm sorry.
Would you... appreciate company? Or would you prefer to be alone right now?
I'm sorry.
Would you... appreciate company? Or would you prefer to be alone right now?
You don't deserve to have your day ruined by a sad old man. Too young for that yet, I think.
[Gonou was barely full grown. It felt.. wrong to taint him with the Kentuckian cynisim that tended to turn into rants.]
You're kind to offer. I'll be alright. Well practiced at this kinda self abuse. Been doin' it long 'fore Tim went anywhere, don't you worry.
[Gonou was barely full grown. It felt.. wrong to taint him with the Kentuckian cynisim that tended to turn into rants.]
You're kind to offer. I'll be alright. Well practiced at this kinda self abuse. Been doin' it long 'fore Tim went anywhere, don't you worry.
I really do promise you can't say anything that will ruin my day, Raylan.
[He might be young, but the innocence has been beaten out of him over the last year; it's not only his humanity that has been stolen by all the blood he's bathed in. He shakes his head.]
-- In my experience, it's worse thinking about what you've lost when you're alone.
[He might be young, but the innocence has been beaten out of him over the last year; it's not only his humanity that has been stolen by all the blood he's bathed in. He shakes his head.]
-- In my experience, it's worse thinking about what you've lost when you're alone.
That's all right, so long as you don't throw up on my shoes. Ah -- where are you, exactly?
[It's several decks down from Gonou's cabin, and it'll take him a few minutes to get there; he knocks politely on the door frame as he arrives, before pushing the door open.
He's his usual buttoned-up self, fall of hair almost obscuring his eyepatch, beige slacks and a collared shirt with long sleeves. Still, there's concern in his eye.]
Raylan?
He's his usual buttoned-up self, fall of hair almost obscuring his eyepatch, beige slacks and a collared shirt with long sleeves. Still, there's concern in his eye.]
Raylan?
[The door was already halfway open but the single room was dark, faint light coming from the windows that didn't look out into the hall despite being on that wall casting along the 70's wood paneling and bloodstained, muddy red looking carpets, barely touching the expanded kitchen area that sat directly across from the door. The only other two doors were easy to guess - a closet with a sliding door and the bathroom door which was also left open.
But it was clean, bed made and Raylan grunts from Gonou's left to draw his attention before lifting his US Deputy Marshal starred coffee mug.]
You found the right door, congratulations. Come on in. [Raylan pushes to his feet - he was fully dressed, if a little messy with his hair, flannel shirt with it's arms rolled to the elbow open to show the ribbed undershirt underneath and as always, those wingtipped boots.]
You drink? [Either way, Raylan was gonna go grab him a cup. He only had 3 but they were still all serviceable.]
But it was clean, bed made and Raylan grunts from Gonou's left to draw his attention before lifting his US Deputy Marshal starred coffee mug.]
You found the right door, congratulations. Come on in. [Raylan pushes to his feet - he was fully dressed, if a little messy with his hair, flannel shirt with it's arms rolled to the elbow open to show the ribbed undershirt underneath and as always, those wingtipped boots.]
You drink? [Either way, Raylan was gonna go grab him a cup. He only had 3 but they were still all serviceable.]
I drink. [He's getting a rapid education in his own alcohol tolerance, in fact, and has not yet discovered its limits. He clears his throat with a quirk of a smile.]
... Unless you're from a world where the drinking age is twenty-one, I suppose?
[He does remember that much from the university. Although the idea's a little ridiculous, in his opinion.
He glances around Raylan's room with a hint of curiosity as he steps in. It's a nice room: not fancy, the furnishings are worn and the carpet is badly stained with something he thinks might be blood, but it has a large kitchen and several windows.]
... Unless you're from a world where the drinking age is twenty-one, I suppose?
[He does remember that much from the university. Although the idea's a little ridiculous, in his opinion.
He glances around Raylan's room with a hint of curiosity as he steps in. It's a nice room: not fancy, the furnishings are worn and the carpet is badly stained with something he thinks might be blood, but it has a large kitchen and several windows.]
[Raylan spun the mug around on his finger as he ambled back to the small round table and the two chairs that were on either side, setting it down on the table with a crooked and still somehow empty grin, it didn't reach his eyes, more like a face following muscle memory.]
I am but I'm also from the hills. We make our own rules. I was drinkin' moonshine at 17. Not well and I threw most of it into a plant nearby, but no one found that out, so I still got all the credit.
[As he spoke, he spun the cap off the bottle and pours a good few fingers into the new mug. Sitting himself down, he topped off his own and sat back, one leg crossing over the other.]
'Sides, we're all goin' through some shit and there's no one here to chastise me. You're old enough.
I am but I'm also from the hills. We make our own rules. I was drinkin' moonshine at 17. Not well and I threw most of it into a plant nearby, but no one found that out, so I still got all the credit.
[As he spoke, he spun the cap off the bottle and pours a good few fingers into the new mug. Sitting himself down, he topped off his own and sat back, one leg crossing over the other.]
'Sides, we're all goin' through some shit and there's no one here to chastise me. You're old enough.
A "drinking age" was a new idea for me in that breach in any case.
[He accepts the mug, taking a small polite sip. The harsh burn of liquor is, he has to admit, more to his taste than the fancy mix of fruit flavors Trevor had made him.
After a moment, he takes the seat across the table and looks over at Raylan.]
So. Would you like to talk about it?
[He accepts the mug, taking a small polite sip. The harsh burn of liquor is, he has to admit, more to his taste than the fancy mix of fruit flavors Trevor had made him.
After a moment, he takes the seat across the table and looks over at Raylan.]
So. Would you like to talk about it?
Used to be lower but then the Federal Government decided it probably better do somethin' about that, considerin' how many drunk drivers were on the road.
[If you cut Raylan, he'd bleed, but it would probably also be half whiskey.
The question had Raylan bowing his head, lips tight and softly downturned at the corners.]
Whadd'ya think about these breaches. In regards to an individual, how much of us is in these people we become.
[If you cut Raylan, he'd bleed, but it would probably also be half whiskey.
The question had Raylan bowing his head, lips tight and softly downturned at the corners.]
Whadd'ya think about these breaches. In regards to an individual, how much of us is in these people we become.
It was only my first breach, so I really can't speak with authority. But I think I was still myself -- in a life that had gone very differently, without having met the people who changed mine, in a kinder world than my own.
So it's not as if I look at that person and think, "we're the same."
I do think... that I could have been that person, though. Not as who I am now, but -- if things had been that way.
Why?
So it's not as if I look at that person and think, "we're the same."
I do think... that I could have been that person, though. Not as who I am now, but -- if things had been that way.
Why?
[Raylan nods faintly, tilting his mug slightly as his lips pursed.]
An' how much of that person was in your control? [He shifts forward little, straightening from his slouch.] B told me once, when I asked him somethin' similar, that he feels that the root us, the us that's here, are somehow.. in the backseat, subtly influencin' things.
Tim couldn't wrap his head around the fact that I had no say in anythin' Francis did. And I- Just can't find a spot that I overlooked where I might have.. chosen a flavor of influence.
An' how much of that person was in your control? [He shifts forward little, straightening from his slouch.] B told me once, when I asked him somethin' similar, that he feels that the root us, the us that's here, are somehow.. in the backseat, subtly influencin' things.
Tim couldn't wrap his head around the fact that I had no say in anythin' Francis did. And I- Just can't find a spot that I overlooked where I might have.. chosen a flavor of influence.
I think I can say that I don't feel as if this "me" was in any way in control.
Except in the sense that that person was also me in certain ways.
[If he'd been in control -- no, he wouldn't have made some of the choices that Zhu Bajie had made. Some of them... feel like choices he might be open to. Some of them feel like cruel mockery of his real self. None of them were choices that Cho Gonou had made.]
I'm sorry-- do you mean that your fight was about things that you had done during the breach?
Except in the sense that that person was also me in certain ways.
[If he'd been in control -- no, he wouldn't have made some of the choices that Zhu Bajie had made. Some of them... feel like choices he might be open to. Some of them feel like cruel mockery of his real self. None of them were choices that Cho Gonou had made.]
I'm sorry-- do you mean that your fight was about things that you had done during the breach?
[He hummed with soft nod of his head as the consideration of the mug finally made it all the way to his mouth and down his throat in one shot.]
With him havin' no idea what my actual collage experience was because he didn't wanna hear it, he- [He sighed out his nose and grabbed the bottle again, sucking his teeth as he poured himself more.]
We're both grown, no matter how much more grown I got on you, but Francis was not exactly a prude or overly careful with his intimacies. [ It was the most delicate way he could put it and even talking about it to a guy who was more than 20 years younger than him was weird but Gonuou had a level head.]
He took exception to it. So I'm- [The mug is turned back and forth in his fingertips.] Tryin' to figure out where it all went sideways.
With him havin' no idea what my actual collage experience was because he didn't wanna hear it, he- [He sighed out his nose and grabbed the bottle again, sucking his teeth as he poured himself more.]
We're both grown, no matter how much more grown I got on you, but Francis was not exactly a prude or overly careful with his intimacies. [ It was the most delicate way he could put it and even talking about it to a guy who was more than 20 years younger than him was weird but Gonuou had a level head.]
He took exception to it. So I'm- [The mug is turned back and forth in his fingertips.] Tryin' to figure out where it all went sideways.
[Carefully neutral, because being too openly incredulous about this would likely upset Raylan:] He was upset about the fact that a version of you who was half your current age, remembered a different childhood, and didn't remember any connection to him was sleeping around on campus?
Ah-- Raylan, I'll be honest. I'm not the sort of person who wouldn't feel jealous if my lover took too much interest in someone else.
[And there is a part of him that feels, even though Zhu Bajie hadn't been intimate with anyone, that his dedication to rescuing Jedao had been, in a strange way, unfaithful to Kanan.
But she hadn't existed in his memories then. Nothing could really have been a betrayal.]
I still think that it's ridiculous to react that way. Did he expect you to be faithful without remembering him?
Ah-- Raylan, I'll be honest. I'm not the sort of person who wouldn't feel jealous if my lover took too much interest in someone else.
[And there is a part of him that feels, even though Zhu Bajie hadn't been intimate with anyone, that his dedication to rescuing Jedao had been, in a strange way, unfaithful to Kanan.
But she hadn't existed in his memories then. Nothing could really have been a betrayal.]
I still think that it's ridiculous to react that way. Did he expect you to be faithful without remembering him?
Alls I know is that he wanted that - all of it, everythin' it entailed- [Drunk or not, Raylan would never get explicit. He was raised better then that.] He felt anyone that had seen it would have some.. Feel some right to it..
Which is ironic on it's own; my office was.. [He let out a bitter little laugh and rubbed at his eyes.]
Once upon a time, a very stupid man let his ex-wife walk back in and restarted a doomed relationship that resulted, eventually, in my little girl. But she left me two months into the pregnancy, with a two sentence note to welcome me home from a long and dangerous day of work. The office knew she left before I did. They knew.. everythin' I ended up doin' for one reason or another. Knew when my last girlfriend ripped up ten thousand dollars for her goddamned husband- [He stopped himself and took a deep breath and a fairly controlled sip of his whiskey.]
Like I said. This is just. Par for my courses.
[He did not expect and staunchly did not want pity, which was why he didn't talk about it normally. Gonou had just caught him in one of his worse periods.]
Which is ironic on it's own; my office was.. [He let out a bitter little laugh and rubbed at his eyes.]
Once upon a time, a very stupid man let his ex-wife walk back in and restarted a doomed relationship that resulted, eventually, in my little girl. But she left me two months into the pregnancy, with a two sentence note to welcome me home from a long and dangerous day of work. The office knew she left before I did. They knew.. everythin' I ended up doin' for one reason or another. Knew when my last girlfriend ripped up ten thousand dollars for her goddamned husband- [He stopped himself and took a deep breath and a fairly controlled sip of his whiskey.]
Like I said. This is just. Par for my courses.
[He did not expect and staunchly did not want pity, which was why he didn't talk about it normally. Gonou had just caught him in one of his worse periods.]
[Gonou isn't, perhaps, very well equipped to offer pity over bad relationships. He makes a soft noise of acknowledgment, instead, and sips whiskey from his own mug to give Raylan's litany a moment to hang in the air.
After the moment has passed, he sets the mug back down on the table.]
... It sounds to me as though you tend to give your heart to people who won't take care with it, Raylan.
It doesn't make you stupid.
But I think you deserve to take better care of yourself than that.
After the moment has passed, he sets the mug back down on the table.]
... It sounds to me as though you tend to give your heart to people who won't take care with it, Raylan.
It doesn't make you stupid.
But I think you deserve to take better care of yourself than that.
[Alls the better than, really.
Raylan emptied his cup again. How many had this been? When was the last time he slept or ate? It didn't matter, really. There was no real work to distract him and the chickens were easy to mind, no matter his state.
A few days from now, some broken ribs would throw a huge wrench into all this self loathing and abuse anyway.]
If I were any more careful, I'd be a virgin. Life is fulla heartbreak and betrayal, G. That's just the way it is.
Happiness of any kind oughta be grabbed and held onto while it's there, 'fore it slips out of your fingers like a fist full of sand in the water.
I'll be fine, if that's what you're worried about. Ain't the first time I've been left. Ain't gonna be the last.
Raylan emptied his cup again. How many had this been? When was the last time he slept or ate? It didn't matter, really. There was no real work to distract him and the chickens were easy to mind, no matter his state.
A few days from now, some broken ribs would throw a huge wrench into all this self loathing and abuse anyway.]
If I were any more careful, I'd be a virgin. Life is fulla heartbreak and betrayal, G. That's just the way it is.
Happiness of any kind oughta be grabbed and held onto while it's there, 'fore it slips out of your fingers like a fist full of sand in the water.
I'll be fine, if that's what you're worried about. Ain't the first time I've been left. Ain't gonna be the last.
Life is full of heartbreak and betrayal, no matter what we do, isn't it?
[He'd chosen to love someone who he knew would never betray him, and he'd lost her anyway in the end. There are no guarantees.]
But that's all the more reason to be careful. I think I'd rather not snatch for happiness if I know it's going to dissolve in my hands, myself.
[With a tiny quirk of a smile, lifting his mug to salute Raylan, he murmurs:]
Perhaps that makes you braver than I am.
[He'd chosen to love someone who he knew would never betray him, and he'd lost her anyway in the end. There are no guarantees.]
But that's all the more reason to be careful. I think I'd rather not snatch for happiness if I know it's going to dissolve in my hands, myself.
[With a tiny quirk of a smile, lifting his mug to salute Raylan, he murmurs:]
Perhaps that makes you braver than I am.
If it's not the stuff in our control, it's the stuff outta it. Never-endin'.
[He couldn't stop himself from cheersing back before huffing a breath and biting at his bottom lip.]
Maybe it makes me desperate. Or stupid. Or a... sad mix of both.
But it's worth it. In my opinion. Too much ugliness and heartbreak out there to let it slip by. We all deserve some happiness, no matter how fleeting it is. Makes everything else.. worth it.
[He couldn't stop himself from cheersing back before huffing a breath and biting at his bottom lip.]
Maybe it makes me desperate. Or stupid. Or a... sad mix of both.
But it's worth it. In my opinion. Too much ugliness and heartbreak out there to let it slip by. We all deserve some happiness, no matter how fleeting it is. Makes everything else.. worth it.
[Softly, a little wry:] But it's hard to lose, when you lose it.
Still, I hope you manage to find some happiness again soon. [He quirks a brief smile at Raylan. There's no need to add, with someone who'll treat you well; it would, he suspects, only come off as an insult to the most recent lost love. And there's no real proof, it sounds like, that Tim had even meant to leave.
People do disappear.]
Still, I hope you manage to find some happiness again soon. [He quirks a brief smile at Raylan. There's no need to add, with someone who'll treat you well; it would, he suspects, only come off as an insult to the most recent lost love. And there's no real proof, it sounds like, that Tim had even meant to leave.
People do disappear.]
It is. [There was nothing easy about it. Nothing easy about life. Only easy thing were those stolen moments of ease where a soul could dare to take a full breath and not feel some kind of way about it.]
Mm,[Came the hum, the polite, warm bob and lift of his features.] I ain't dead yet, right?
[It wouldn't have been taken as an insult. In truth, he knew it was abuse, just like it had been with Winona but saying it, accepting it in the forefront was unthinkable. Too many variables and none of which would ever find him on top of them in terms of power.
And he hates that Gonou knows it.]
Besides, I can't complain. Whiskey keeps me warm. Could be worse. He coulda stolen my hat. [The remark was given a little airily as he took another drink, swallowing down the less than kind sentiment.]
Mm,[Came the hum, the polite, warm bob and lift of his features.] I ain't dead yet, right?
[It wouldn't have been taken as an insult. In truth, he knew it was abuse, just like it had been with Winona but saying it, accepting it in the forefront was unthinkable. Too many variables and none of which would ever find him on top of them in terms of power.
And he hates that Gonou knows it.]
Besides, I can't complain. Whiskey keeps me warm. Could be worse. He coulda stolen my hat. [The remark was given a little airily as he took another drink, swallowing down the less than kind sentiment.]
No, not yet.
[Unlike the inmates. But it's uncharitable to think that, Gonou supposes: he, like the other inmates, has been given the chance to live again. Whether or not he chooses to take any of the opportunities that gives him... is his choice.
Some he will, he's sure. Others, he's not as sure. Opening himself up to the vulnerabilities of love, even if it didn't feel like a betrayal of Kanan's very recent memory, may be too much vulnerability to endure.
After a moment, he forces himself to match Raylan's airy tone, and adds:]
Ah, is the hat the source of your powers, then?
[Unlike the inmates. But it's uncharitable to think that, Gonou supposes: he, like the other inmates, has been given the chance to live again. Whether or not he chooses to take any of the opportunities that gives him... is his choice.
Some he will, he's sure. Others, he's not as sure. Opening himself up to the vulnerabilities of love, even if it didn't feel like a betrayal of Kanan's very recent memory, may be too much vulnerability to endure.
After a moment, he forces himself to match Raylan's airy tone, and adds:]
Ah, is the hat the source of your powers, then?
It most definitely is. Also where I keep all my feelin's, doubts and worries. S'why it's gotta be a Stetson, you see.
[This, this he could do. Pretend like it was all fine, like he could move and breathe normally, like he needed to prove to himself that he could still do that. Always the exercise of seeing if he remembered how to ride that specific bike.]
I never got around to askin' before; kinda rude, but considerin' how far into all this we are.. It alright if I ask what happened to your eye? You store all your shit under that eyepatch?
[This, this he could do. Pretend like it was all fine, like he could move and breathe normally, like he needed to prove to himself that he could still do that. Always the exercise of seeing if he remembered how to ride that specific bike.]
I never got around to askin' before; kinda rude, but considerin' how far into all this we are.. It alright if I ask what happened to your eye? You store all your shit under that eyepatch?
Ah yes, it needs to be large enough to make sure none of the feelings escape. [Gonou nods, very seriously, but his smile falters slightly at the question about his eye. He lifts one hand to his cheek, fingers brushing the lower edge of the patch.]
I... gave it away.
Mostly it was just to convince someone to get out of my way. It did work.
I... gave it away.
Mostly it was just to convince someone to get out of my way. It did work.
[Raylan takes a moment to study Gonou's profile. He wasn't going to get weird and incredulous, no 'how could you do that?'. Not with what he already knew of the young man's story.]
A hellva sacrifice. I won't ask if it was worth it - any man give up his eye, it must be worth it.
Not too many issues with depth perception? I've seen folk with glass eyes before but honestly, the patch is the better way to go. Much more.. badass.
A hellva sacrifice. I won't ask if it was worth it - any man give up his eye, it must be worth it.
Not too many issues with depth perception? I've seen folk with glass eyes before but honestly, the patch is the better way to go. Much more.. badass.
I have a few problems with depth perception, but-- it was just before I came on board.
So I haven't had to navigate at any distance further than one edge of the deck to the other....
[He ducks his head.]
I've thought about glass eyes, in fact. I'm not sure where I'd get one on the Barge.
So I haven't had to navigate at any distance further than one edge of the deck to the other....
[He ducks his head.]
I've thought about glass eyes, in fact. I'm not sure where I'd get one on the Barge.
Easier to start with somethin' simple. [ The wide world was, well, Wide and vast compared to the unchanging blueprints of the Barge.]
The Admiral, like or not. Your warden. Might be worth considerin'. All this weird tech, space magic, I bet they could get you one that looks real. Or hell, might even work. Everything else the Admiral can do, why not ask for the moon?
The Admiral, like or not. Your warden. Might be worth considerin'. All this weird tech, space magic, I bet they could get you one that looks real. Or hell, might even work. Everything else the Admiral can do, why not ask for the moon?
Oh, they probably could. But I don't like asking for favors like that.
It's just vanity, anyway, isn't it?
[A little quirk of a smile, and he shrugs at Raylan.]
Unless I ask for a false eye that can really see, and I think that's -- that's going a little too far. It's not as if it was an accident.
[And, in a strange way, he feels as if he doesn't deserve to undo it. It had been an attempt at atonement, in its own way, even if ineffective and unappreciated. He'd been trying to pay for what he'd done.
Something like that can't just be undone with a little favor.]
It's just vanity, anyway, isn't it?
[A little quirk of a smile, and he shrugs at Raylan.]
Unless I ask for a false eye that can really see, and I think that's -- that's going a little too far. It's not as if it was an accident.
[And, in a strange way, he feels as if he doesn't deserve to undo it. It had been an attempt at atonement, in its own way, even if ineffective and unappreciated. He'd been trying to pay for what he'd done.
Something like that can't just be undone with a little favor.]
[Raylan's brow pinches, head bobbing back and forth a little.]
I don't think its vanity. No more than someone who's lost any other limb to have a prosthetic.
[He could have elaborated. Gone on about feeling whole or something, but the truth of it was that he had no idea, beyond 'likely extremely complicated'.]
No. It wasn't. I can- [No Raylan, not 'see', bad taste.] understand why replacing it might be.. a betrayal of the sacrifice of it.
Maybe someday you'll consider it. And there's nothin' lost if you don't. [The last thing Raylan wanted to do was push something unwanted, especially when it was all so sensitive.]
I don't think its vanity. No more than someone who's lost any other limb to have a prosthetic.
[He could have elaborated. Gone on about feeling whole or something, but the truth of it was that he had no idea, beyond 'likely extremely complicated'.]
No. It wasn't. I can- [No Raylan, not 'see', bad taste.] understand why replacing it might be.. a betrayal of the sacrifice of it.
Maybe someday you'll consider it. And there's nothin' lost if you don't. [The last thing Raylan wanted to do was push something unwanted, especially when it was all so sensitive.]
[Gonou laughs outright at that, ducking his head.] Ah, it's all right, Raylan -- you can say "see." I'm only half blind, after all.
[And he doubts he'd object to figures of speech other than to be difficult, even if he'd given up both eyes.]
Maybe I'll consider a glass eye, at least. Someday.
[He shrugs and finishes off the whiskey in his mug in a single swig.]
[And he doubts he'd object to figures of speech other than to be difficult, even if he'd given up both eyes.]
Maybe I'll consider a glass eye, at least. Someday.
[He shrugs and finishes off the whiskey in his mug in a single swig.]
[He ducked his head with his smile, shrugging a little. If you insist. A laugh was good though. He liked hearing it, from anyone.
He let a few beats of silence pass and pointedly doesn't refill Gonou's cup. Not because he was encouraging anyone to leave, but Gonou was young. And he had already been hitting it pretty hard.]
I got paired with Roman before the breech. Who'd you get set up with?
He let a few beats of silence pass and pointedly doesn't refill Gonou's cup. Not because he was encouraging anyone to leave, but Gonou was young. And he had already been hitting it pretty hard.]
I got paired with Roman before the breech. Who'd you get set up with?
[Gonou's not necessarily expecting a refill; he's also sober as a judge, despite the rather large amount of whiskey he's downed. He's occasionally achieved a minor, transitory tipsiness, in his experimentation with alcohol so far, and it takes enough liquor to make it happen that he's not going to expect anyone to serve him that much of their good stuff.
He's fairly sure he can't get drunk for the same reason that he'd been able to heal from a belly wound that should have been a death sentence, and he's not planning to dwell on those or any other effects becoming youkai might have had on him. He simply curls his hands around the empty cup, instead, running his thumb absently over the edge of the handle.]
Connor. I believe he only recently graduated? He seems nice enough. If -- very literal.
He's fairly sure he can't get drunk for the same reason that he'd been able to heal from a belly wound that should have been a death sentence, and he's not planning to dwell on those or any other effects becoming youkai might have had on him. He simply curls his hands around the empty cup, instead, running his thumb absently over the edge of the handle.]
Connor. I believe he only recently graduated? He seems nice enough. If -- very literal.
Ah. The detective AI. I've met him but only the once. [He nods.] Sense I got of him was a good one.
An' I got plenty'a fiction to support him bein' otherwise, but I got enough sense to know better than to trust the stories. Each man to his own story.. No matter where he comes from. I hope y'all get on well.
An' I got plenty'a fiction to support him bein' otherwise, but I got enough sense to know better than to trust the stories. Each man to his own story.. No matter where he comes from. I hope y'all get on well.
Fiction about him being other than... literal?
[Or other than nice? Gonou blinks, briefly curious.]
'AI.' Artificial intelligence? [He's heard the term from Jacobi, but hadn't connected it to Connor, who'd seemed human enough in their conversation.]
[Or other than nice? Gonou blinks, briefly curious.]
'AI.' Artificial intelligence? [He's heard the term from Jacobi, but hadn't connected it to Connor, who'd seemed human enough in their conversation.]
[Raylan looked over and smiled crookedly.]
Fiction about robots. Many many different stories. Some good, some bad.
But yeah, AI, Artificial intelligence. Very controversial, even in my time and smartest robots we got are our phones. Nothin' as.. developed or advanced as anything close to what Connor's ancestors were based off of.
Though I feel like it's impolite to say such a thing to him, no matter how factual it might be.
Fiction about robots. Many many different stories. Some good, some bad.
But yeah, AI, Artificial intelligence. Very controversial, even in my time and smartest robots we got are our phones. Nothin' as.. developed or advanced as anything close to what Connor's ancestors were based off of.
Though I feel like it's impolite to say such a thing to him, no matter how factual it might be.
I don't think we have any kind of robots where I'm from, advanced or simple. In fact, I hadn't realized that's what Connor was. We have some stories about them, but nothing much...
[He shrugs, eyebrows flicking up.]
But then, we have all kinds of creatures here, beyond just the human.
[He shrugs, eyebrows flicking up.]
But then, we have all kinds of creatures here, beyond just the human.
Here, we've got the whole gamut, aside from the religious extremes but I also haven't meet everyone. Plent'a opportunity to be wrong.
Robots got nothin' on Vampires or mermaids or werewolves. Fairies, hell. But there's more humans than just you and I, so I don't feel any particular kind of way about it.
S'all mythos and legend to me and I figure all them stories have a base somewhere. Maybe we're just getting to see those bases.
Robots got nothin' on Vampires or mermaids or werewolves. Fairies, hell. But there's more humans than just you and I, so I don't feel any particular kind of way about it.
S'all mythos and legend to me and I figure all them stories have a base somewhere. Maybe we're just getting to see those bases.
We do have more than merely humans where I'm from.
[He inclines his head, just a little.]
Religious extremes... ah, if you mean angels and demons, I do know we at least have demons on board.
[He inclines his head, just a little.]
Religious extremes... ah, if you mean angels and demons, I do know we at least have demons on board.
[It was Raylan's turn to tilt his head.]
Do we now. Well. I really shouldn't be surprised. I'm guessin' there's no horns and brimstone fire?
It's almost a shame I've read the bible, there's a lotta ideas around 'em. Them and Angels both. Though Elias and his Fear Entities might count.
Do we now. Well. I really shouldn't be surprised. I'm guessin' there's no horns and brimstone fire?
It's almost a shame I've read the bible, there's a lotta ideas around 'em. Them and Angels both. Though Elias and his Fear Entities might count.
Not that I've seen, although she may save those for special occasions.
There are really surprisingly few devils in the Bible, to be fair. In my world, the youkai fill that gap.
[He toys absently with the mug, rolling it between his hands. He doesn't mind talking about youkai, but there's an edge to it, with someone who believes he's still human.]
There are really surprisingly few devils in the Bible, to be fair. In my world, the youkai fill that gap.
[He toys absently with the mug, rolling it between his hands. He doesn't mind talking about youkai, but there's an edge to it, with someone who believes he's still human.]
It only needs the one, really.
Youkai? Anythin' like whomever you're talkin about? Who are you talkin' about, by the way? I'd like to be able to be aware before I start takin' up conversations. Least we can thank the collage stint for that - catches me up a little bit on rules and general regulations.
Youkai? Anythin' like whomever you're talkin about? Who are you talkin' about, by the way? I'd like to be able to be aware before I start takin' up conversations. Least we can thank the collage stint for that - catches me up a little bit on rules and general regulations.
No, very different. I'm talking about Makima when I mention the demon. Youkai are... perhaps the best way to put it is, a different species, although they can be more different from one another than any of them are from us. They have certain powers and slightly different appearances.
[His words are picked with care, and his enunciation precise; he's uncomfortable with the topic. He's also, clearly, very sober despite rapidly killing a mug full of whiskey.]
[His words are picked with care, and his enunciation precise; he's uncomfortable with the topic. He's also, clearly, very sober despite rapidly killing a mug full of whiskey.]
[Raylan was starting to come around to noticing that sobrity - there wasn't a lax smile, no slurring of words and while he himself might be well on his way towards drunk, that didn't stop his mind from working .]
Oh? I'd be interested if you're willin' to elaborate.
You want another drink?
Oh? I'd be interested if you're willin' to elaborate.
You want another drink?
I'm afraid I still haven't found an amount of alcohol that affects me. [He shoots Raylan a wry smile.] I shouldn't waste your good whiskey.
Youkai are... they live side by side with humans. Some of them look almost human, except for pointed ears, claws, marks on their skin that look like tattoos, and fangs. Most of them have slit eyes that look like an animal's. Many of them have command of magic and qi that humans can't match.
Many of them live in clan groups, up in the mountains.
[He hesitates, briefly.]
The clan that took Kanan....
[-- and he'll let that sentence go right there, or he is going to need another drink for this conversation, whether it's going to have enough effect on him or no.]
Youkai are... they live side by side with humans. Some of them look almost human, except for pointed ears, claws, marks on their skin that look like tattoos, and fangs. Most of them have slit eyes that look like an animal's. Many of them have command of magic and qi that humans can't match.
Many of them live in clan groups, up in the mountains.
[He hesitates, briefly.]
The clan that took Kanan....
[-- and he'll let that sentence go right there, or he is going to need another drink for this conversation, whether it's going to have enough effect on him or no.]
[Raylan stayed quiet until Gonou trailed off, sharp eyes staying on his face as he reopens the bottle and pours out into G's mug, filling it near to brim.]
They were Youkai?
Never mind about my good whiskey. [He jiggles the completely full bottle that he'd just poured from, filling his own again before screwing on the cap and setting it aside, as full as though he'd done neither. ] A Christmas gift from Tim.
S'what I'll remember him by, I suppose.
They were Youkai?
Never mind about my good whiskey. [He jiggles the completely full bottle that he'd just poured from, filling his own again before screwing on the cap and setting it aside, as full as though he'd done neither. ] A Christmas gift from Tim.
S'what I'll remember him by, I suppose.
It... doesn't run out? Ah.
[He raises his eyebrows, smiling wryly. As a gift from a departed lover, the ability to get roaring drunk indefinitely is certainly on the nose.]
Then I won't worry about it. Thank you.
... and yes. They were youkai.
[He raises his eyebrows, smiling wryly. As a gift from a departed lover, the ability to get roaring drunk indefinitely is certainly on the nose.]
Then I won't worry about it. Thank you.
... and yes. They were youkai.
Never ending. An' I've put it to the test.
[Lord had he. But Raylan was a grown man and had been drinking since he was 15 - he knew how to not kill himself on it. He'd had very clear examples in where a lack of vigilance could lead.]
What did they want to do with her? [ If he weren't a trained investigator, he'd ask more questions, but leading questions sometimes muddled up the process.]
[Lord had he. But Raylan was a grown man and had been drinking since he was 15 - he knew how to not kill himself on it. He'd had very clear examples in where a lack of vigilance could lead.]
What did they want to do with her? [ If he weren't a trained investigator, he'd ask more questions, but leading questions sometimes muddled up the process.]
I'd really -- rather not...
[His hands tighten slightly on the mug.] The lord of that clan liked pretty human girls.
[And let that be enough for Raylan to get the full picture, without having to be explicit about it. He's fairly sure it will be.]
[His hands tighten slightly on the mug.] The lord of that clan liked pretty human girls.
[And let that be enough for Raylan to get the full picture, without having to be explicit about it. He's fairly sure it will be.]
[Raylan 'ah'd softly and sat back in his chair with a faint nod.]
I wish that story weren't as familiar as it is.
How'd-
You don't have to answer this question, but I gotta ask it. How's a kid outta Uni, a kindergarten teacher able to move through as many bodies as you did? I've avoidin' asking so far because it seemed.. Rude. Assumptive. But here I am tellin' you about my sad gay broken relationship, figure we can cross a few more lines.
I wish that story weren't as familiar as it is.
How'd-
You don't have to answer this question, but I gotta ask it. How's a kid outta Uni, a kindergarten teacher able to move through as many bodies as you did? I've avoidin' asking so far because it seemed.. Rude. Assumptive. But here I am tellin' you about my sad gay broken relationship, figure we can cross a few more lines.
[Gonou offers a tiny shrug, and picks up the mug for another drink. He doesn't bother with polite little sips; the gulp he takes this time is enough that it goes down like fire.]
I've been interested in martial arts all my life. I'm mostly self-taught, but...
I was... very upset. And if you arrange it so that most of the fights are one on one, it's not impossible.
I've been interested in martial arts all my life. I'm mostly self-taught, but...
I was... very upset. And if you arrange it so that most of the fights are one on one, it's not impossible.
Most martial arts I've seen are Bruce Lee movies.. And one or two guys over the years says he's got a black belt in somethin' or other. I've seen a few shitty kicks sent my direction. They never expect you to grab the leg.
.. Not impossible one on one, no... Got a choice of weapon or did you go through 'em all with pencils and broken mop handles?
[It was offered with a tonal lift of levity - if he was horrified by every death he saw or heard about, he'd never get around to functioning in his life at all. Dark Humor was an easier way to deal with it, in his opinion.]
.. Not impossible one on one, no... Got a choice of weapon or did you go through 'em all with pencils and broken mop handles?
[It was offered with a tonal lift of levity - if he was horrified by every death he saw or heard about, he'd never get around to functioning in his life at all. Dark Humor was an easier way to deal with it, in his opinion.]
I had a knife. And, of course, many of them had swords, which meant I had my choice of swords.
I used improvised weapons when I had to.
[The memory is still raw enough that Gonou can't quite manage to lighten his own tone in return. The best he can do is toneless and factual. After a moment, though, he deliberately forces his voice to something lighter for a change of subject.]
... I practice in the gym sometimes, if you're curious to see my style. Mostly late at night.
I used improvised weapons when I had to.
[The memory is still raw enough that Gonou can't quite manage to lighten his own tone in return. The best he can do is toneless and factual. After a moment, though, he deliberately forces his voice to something lighter for a change of subject.]
... I practice in the gym sometimes, if you're curious to see my style. Mostly late at night.
Hmm. [He was impressed, really. No matter whether he should have been or not.]
I would. Maybe I'll catch you there one day... Only fightin' I know how to do outside shootin' is bar brawling. And I'm less good at it than I'd like to think.. Improvisin' weapons though, that I'm familiar with. Plenty of damage to be done with what falls to hand.
I would. Maybe I'll catch you there one day... Only fightin' I know how to do outside shootin' is bar brawling. And I'm less good at it than I'd like to think.. Improvisin' weapons though, that I'm familiar with. Plenty of damage to be done with what falls to hand.
The problem with bar brawling is that you're usually doing it drunk, which isn't the best for reflexes.
[It's possible he's teasing, but he keeps his tone brightly helpful; it's hard to be sure.]
I've never used a gun. It's not easy to find them where I'm from, though I have seen one.
[It's possible he's teasing, but he keeps his tone brightly helpful; it's hard to be sure.]
I've never used a gun. It's not easy to find them where I'm from, though I have seen one.
What, you mean doin' it drunk isn't trainin' those reflexes to work under duress? [He says it with a break of a passing grin that simmered down quickly. He didn't have the heart to carry it.]
It takes no trainin' to fire it, and all sorts of practice to fire it well and use it with the appropriate respect and intent. I imagine it's the same with swords. Actually.. since the Flotilla, I know it is. Not that I imagine I'm gonna use Istak's sword fighting skills anytime soon and they're not compatible with the styles I'm sure you use. Or maybe I've watched too many Jackie Chan movies, I don't know.
It takes no trainin' to fire it, and all sorts of practice to fire it well and use it with the appropriate respect and intent. I imagine it's the same with swords. Actually.. since the Flotilla, I know it is. Not that I imagine I'm gonna use Istak's sword fighting skills anytime soon and they're not compatible with the styles I'm sure you use. Or maybe I've watched too many Jackie Chan movies, I don't know.
[Gonou offers him a flicker of a smile.] Ah -- no more than fighting blind furious, I'm afraid.
[Neither is really good for your reflexes, or your health, in the long run.]
And... yes, you're right about swords. Although I haven't trained or practiced with them enough to have any kind of 'style.'
[Really, a sword in his hands is just another type of improvised weapon. Sharper than most, but otherwise....]
Who is Jackie Chan? [He lets his tone lighten, just a little.] You've mentioned him a few times now....
[Neither is really good for your reflexes, or your health, in the long run.]
And... yes, you're right about swords. Although I haven't trained or practiced with them enough to have any kind of 'style.'
[Really, a sword in his hands is just another type of improvised weapon. Sharper than most, but otherwise....]
Who is Jackie Chan? [He lets his tone lighten, just a little.] You've mentioned him a few times now....
[However correct Gonou was, Raylan wasn't going to much budge on his habits there - he'd heard all the reasons before that never managed to touch the reason why he opted to fight that way.]
I think it's onna those 'You've got a style even if it's not refined' things. You gotta hold it and move it somehow, right? [He shrugs lightly - It's all semantics.]
Jackie Chan? One of the best and well known martial artists of the 1970's along with Bruce Lee. Being overly aware of other cultures isn't the biggest American pastime, so what a lotta people got was what came off their TV. Best part about both Jackie and Bruce is that their skills weren't TV bullshit. They were legit and frankly, it was impressive for us to see folk move like that. Anyway, it overlays as an assumption on Eastern Cultures when it comes to fighting.
I promise, I mean no offense by it. Most everyone acknowledges their skill and capability.
I think it's onna those 'You've got a style even if it's not refined' things. You gotta hold it and move it somehow, right? [He shrugs lightly - It's all semantics.]
Jackie Chan? One of the best and well known martial artists of the 1970's along with Bruce Lee. Being overly aware of other cultures isn't the biggest American pastime, so what a lotta people got was what came off their TV. Best part about both Jackie and Bruce is that their skills weren't TV bullshit. They were legit and frankly, it was impressive for us to see folk move like that. Anyway, it overlays as an assumption on Eastern Cultures when it comes to fighting.
I promise, I mean no offense by it. Most everyone acknowledges their skill and capability.
I think it's more like, "For me, a sword is an improvised weapon too."
[He offers Raylan a wry little shrug.] So they're... TV stars who know martial arts, then?
[He does at least have some references for that mental image, and he'll raise his eyebrows curiously at the thought.]
I don't know anything about your country, so I don't see why I'd be offended. But I'd be curious to see one of their shows someday.
[He offers Raylan a wry little shrug.] So they're... TV stars who know martial arts, then?
[He does at least have some references for that mental image, and he'll raise his eyebrows curiously at the thought.]
I don't know anything about your country, so I don't see why I'd be offended. But I'd be curious to see one of their shows someday.
'Improvised Weapon' oughta be it's own style, to be honest.
Eh-[He shrugs with a bob of his head.] More the other way around, as far as we're made to understand. Maybe I'll see what we've got left in the Library. See if Maggie will host a movie night.
Only thing you need to know about America is that we aim to be the beacons of Democracy and Freedom in the world with our fair share of hypocrisy.
Eh-[He shrugs with a bob of his head.] More the other way around, as far as we're made to understand. Maybe I'll see what we've got left in the Library. See if Maggie will host a movie night.
Only thing you need to know about America is that we aim to be the beacons of Democracy and Freedom in the world with our fair share of hypocrisy.
You know, that doesn't really tell me anything about your country. It just tells me about how people from your country like to see themselves.
[His tone is gently teasing.]
It's a little bit like me telling you, Shangri-la is the only place in the world where humans and youkai can live side by side in peace....
I wouldn't mind a movie night!
[His tone is gently teasing.]
It's a little bit like me telling you, Shangri-la is the only place in the world where humans and youkai can live side by side in peace....
I wouldn't mind a movie night!
Trust me - That's how we want everyone else to see us too. All flags and eagles and guns.
[But his lips curled at the comparison and at the enthusiasm at the suggestion.]
Wish we could get a projector or a theater.. That'd be better than the casino..
America is just as flawed as any other place. And in some spots, more flawed. We're too big to succinctly explain. Too different. Some 3,500 miles of land. It ain't even the same cultures all over.
[But his lips curled at the comparison and at the enthusiasm at the suggestion.]
Wish we could get a projector or a theater.. That'd be better than the casino..
America is just as flawed as any other place. And in some spots, more flawed. We're too big to succinctly explain. Too different. Some 3,500 miles of land. It ain't even the same cultures all over.
How big is a mile?
[He's assuming it's some sort of measure of area, given the context.]
[He's assuming it's some sort of measure of area, given the context.]
I'm also not familiar with a foot. Unless you mean [he gestures in the direction of his ankle] feet.
But forty-five minutes at a walking pace -- hmm.
I've never seen a car but I've heard of them.... [He trails off, doing mental math. Thirty-five hundred divided by five days divided by twenty-four hours to the day if you travel without resting, for a minimum necessary speed--]
Are they really that much faster than a galloping horse? [His eyebrows are soaring. Taking any of the roads he knows at a horse's gallop is already a serious risk to life and limb. And it would require weeks for anyone to travel from one end of Shangri-la to the other....]
But forty-five minutes at a walking pace -- hmm.
I've never seen a car but I've heard of them.... [He trails off, doing mental math. Thirty-five hundred divided by five days divided by twenty-four hours to the day if you travel without resting, for a minimum necessary speed--]
Are they really that much faster than a galloping horse? [His eyebrows are soaring. Taking any of the roads he knows at a horse's gallop is already a serious risk to life and limb. And it would require weeks for anyone to travel from one end of Shangri-la to the other....]
A foot is 12 inches. An inch is about.. this- [He held up about an inch between his fingertips.
The innocent question prompted a little astonished laugh, head bobbing into a nod.]
Yes. Without a doubt. There's other offsets for cars, gas emissions, environmental things, but.. A regular car can get up to at least a sustained 90 miles per hour. A higher end one can hit 120. And yes, that's a measure of how many miles an hour one travels.
People ride horses for pleasure now. For competition too.
The innocent question prompted a little astonished laugh, head bobbing into a nod.]
Yes. Without a doubt. There's other offsets for cars, gas emissions, environmental things, but.. A regular car can get up to at least a sustained 90 miles per hour. A higher end one can hit 120. And yes, that's a measure of how many miles an hour one travels.
People ride horses for pleasure now. For competition too.
You'd die if you tried to reach those speeds on any road I've ever seen.
[A cart hitting a rock when pulled by an ox gets stuck. A cart hitting a rock pulled by a trotting horse breaks a wheel. A cart hitting a rock at... he has to stop to do math again, the unfamiliar units giving him pause. A cart hitting a rock four or five times as fast as a horse's gallop?]
But if I'm doing the math right, I think Shangri-la is a bit larger than your country, from the coastline to the provinces.
[A cart hitting a rock when pulled by an ox gets stuck. A cart hitting a rock pulled by a trotting horse breaks a wheel. A cart hitting a rock at... he has to stop to do math again, the unfamiliar units giving him pause. A cart hitting a rock four or five times as fast as a horse's gallop?]
But if I'm doing the math right, I think Shangri-la is a bit larger than your country, from the coastline to the provinces.
It's a blast - you should try it sometime up in the Enclosure. I'd be happy to give you a ride around.
Is it, huh. Means it'd take some four or five days, dependin' on how much bigger. Sure as hell beats the week plus travel old ways took. To say nothin' of the dysentery on the Organ Trail.
Is it, huh. Means it'd take some four or five days, dependin' on how much bigger. Sure as hell beats the week plus travel old ways took. To say nothin' of the dysentery on the Organ Trail.
I think it would be much more than a week, if your old methods are like ours.
I'd like to see a car drive, though.
I'd like to see a car drive, though.
Horse and wagon, until the invention of cars. Before that, just horses, walkin'. [He doubted it was THAT different.]
Next time you got a few hours to kill. We won't just go drivin', we'll go drivin' in somethin' classic and fast with no roof so you can feel the wind in your hair proper.
Next time you got a few hours to kill. We won't just go drivin', we'll go drivin' in somethin' classic and fast with no roof so you can feel the wind in your hair proper.
Oh - are the others all enclosed?
[All other things equal, he thinks he would prefer to have the wind in his hair. He raises his eyebrows thoughtfully and casts Raylan a sidelong glance.]
I don't want to take up too much of your time....
[All other things equal, he thinks he would prefer to have the wind in his hair. He raises his eyebrows thoughtfully and casts Raylan a sidelong glance.]
I don't want to take up too much of your time....
The fancy ones have retractable roofs or no roofs at all. Every thing else? Yeah.
[Raylan shakes his head with a little smile.]
I got plenty of it here and it'd be nice to show a friend somethin' new. Especially when it's so normal for me. Just let me know when.
[Raylan shakes his head with a little smile.]
I got plenty of it here and it'd be nice to show a friend somethin' new. Especially when it's so normal for me. Just let me know when.
[Gonou blinks, surprised, and then ducks his head.]
Ah-- [Are they friends?] Thank you.
I'll look forward to it.
Ah-- [Are they friends?] Thank you.
I'll look forward to it.
[Raylan nods, one eye squinting shut a little with it.]
It'll be at.. least a few days for me but after that..
I should probably get some rest, before I start hittin' that bottle again..
I appreciate you takin' the time to check up on me. Not somethin' you had to do. [But Gonou had chosen to anyway and that was worth a lot.]
It'll be at.. least a few days for me but after that..
I should probably get some rest, before I start hittin' that bottle again..
I appreciate you takin' the time to check up on me. Not somethin' you had to do. [But Gonou had chosen to anyway and that was worth a lot.]
It's... really the least I could do.
Ah, let me know if you need anything brought by tomorrow morning?
[For the inevitable hangover. He rises from the table, ducking his head again in an abbreviated bow.]
And I'll let you get some rest.
Ah, let me know if you need anything brought by tomorrow morning?
[For the inevitable hangover. He rises from the table, ducking his head again in an abbreviated bow.]
And I'll let you get some rest.
[No, the least Gonou could do was not show up at all. That was no effort. But Raylan knew what he meant and didn't press the semantics.]
I will, thanks.
[He wouldn't only because he bore his hangovers with the experience of many many years.]
I'll see you later, G.
I will, thanks.
[He wouldn't only because he bore his hangovers with the experience of many many years.]
I'll see you later, G.
[Gonou offers him a flicker of a smile and turns to go.]
You feel up for a vistor?
[Honestly he would've just shown up but he doesn't know what level Raylan's on.]
[Honestly he would've just shown up but he doesn't know what level Raylan's on.]
Not anymore you don't.
[But since you sound like you're feeling really sorry for yourself he'll bring his personal stash along when he comes knocking at the door.]
[But since you sound like you're feeling really sorry for yourself he'll bring his personal stash along when he comes knocking at the door.]
"It's open," Raylan calls, himself sat on the side of his bed, barefoot and in nothing but his jeans and ribbed tanktop, but as the door came open, he was painfully pulling on a plaid tshirt button up on to hide the bulkiness of his chest wrappings. His bruises were uglier than when Flint first found him, as most bruises tended to do.
Raylan lifts an eyebrow at the bottle at the man that's holding it and nods towards the chairs.
"Pardon my not gettin' up," he starts. "Everythin' still fuckin' hurts."
Raylan lifts an eyebrow at the bottle at the man that's holding it and nods towards the chairs.
"Pardon my not gettin' up," he starts. "Everythin' still fuckin' hurts."
Flint doesn't hesitate once he's told the door is open, taking it as his only invitation to come in. He watches as the other moves to painfully put on that plaid tee-shirt and part of his wincing is due to sympathy pangs. He would've told the other not to bother, honestly, but just the slightest glimpse of him, even with the bulky bandages is enough to give him some steamy flashbacks. He was wearing something very, very similar when they hooked up in college and he's desperately trying not to think about it. He's been trying not to think about any of what happened in the Breach, but it really wasn't that simple.
"Typically, on the sea, you can see when a storm is heading straight for you. The sky doesn't just open up and ravage your ship on a whim." He makes idle conversation as he moves to grab a chair and pull it closer to the bed. He'd ask for a glass but chooses to just pick up the coffee mug by Raylan's nightstand to pour a few fingers out and set it back down. By the small whiff he got, it wasn't being used for coffee anyway. He'll settle for drinking from the bottle himself.
"Given time and preparation, most men tether themselves to the deck so they don't get thrown over, or go sliding into the rail. A lot can go wrong with a slick deck and the sea tossing you around. A strong storm can kill a ship or leave you stranded and well off course. It takes a lot of skill and practice when you can see a threat and prepare for it." This all had a point really, he was trying to soothe Raylan's ego in his own way.
"You were lucky she didn't throw you over. I don't think I could've got to you in time."
"Typically, on the sea, you can see when a storm is heading straight for you. The sky doesn't just open up and ravage your ship on a whim." He makes idle conversation as he moves to grab a chair and pull it closer to the bed. He'd ask for a glass but chooses to just pick up the coffee mug by Raylan's nightstand to pour a few fingers out and set it back down. By the small whiff he got, it wasn't being used for coffee anyway. He'll settle for drinking from the bottle himself.
"Given time and preparation, most men tether themselves to the deck so they don't get thrown over, or go sliding into the rail. A lot can go wrong with a slick deck and the sea tossing you around. A strong storm can kill a ship or leave you stranded and well off course. It takes a lot of skill and practice when you can see a threat and prepare for it." This all had a point really, he was trying to soothe Raylan's ego in his own way.
"You were lucky she didn't throw you over. I don't think I could've got to you in time."
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The overshirt was a point of manners - it hadn't escaped Raylan's attention that his current dress was.. very familiar to that One Time. That One Time that he had also been trying to not think about as well, and something that had gotten harder to ignore over the past few days. There was just nothing to do about the fact that Raylan, in most all of his iterations so far, kept to a very specific fashion type. Farm Casual.
Raylan watches him sit and pour silently, hazel eyes not moving away from him even as he reached for the mug with his closer hand, only to switch it to his left. Reaching anywhere was hard.
"That I am. Though there's a debate to be had over the pains of death tollin' against that of some broken ribs...I'm actually aware of everythin' you just told me; Istak was a good sailor, but.. Ya know, in the heat of it, he was no where to be found." Which. Wasn't wholly a bad thing. Separation could still happen. In moments of distress, Raylan was driving his boat himself. Just the way he wanted it.
He peers into his mug, taking a shallow sip as the half pulled smirk ran away, teeth bearing slightly as he swallows before he continues.
"I didn't see it come up, myself. I was in the greenhouse, tendin' to the chickens. And then the air.. changed. Like it used to back home before a tornado. Wet and heavy and sharp on the nose..." He looks up over at Flint side long.
"I ain't complainin' but I'll be honest with ya. I can't quite figure out why you pulled me out of it." Flint had expressed his opinions on dying here - it didn't much matter when they all turned back up in the infirmary, and for all the romanticism in Raylan, he didn't think Flint.. tender enough a man to let a sweetly innocent, however lewd it actually was, roll in the closet get in the way of those established principals.
Raylan watches him sit and pour silently, hazel eyes not moving away from him even as he reached for the mug with his closer hand, only to switch it to his left. Reaching anywhere was hard.
"That I am. Though there's a debate to be had over the pains of death tollin' against that of some broken ribs...I'm actually aware of everythin' you just told me; Istak was a good sailor, but.. Ya know, in the heat of it, he was no where to be found." Which. Wasn't wholly a bad thing. Separation could still happen. In moments of distress, Raylan was driving his boat himself. Just the way he wanted it.
He peers into his mug, taking a shallow sip as the half pulled smirk ran away, teeth bearing slightly as he swallows before he continues.
"I didn't see it come up, myself. I was in the greenhouse, tendin' to the chickens. And then the air.. changed. Like it used to back home before a tornado. Wet and heavy and sharp on the nose..." He looks up over at Flint side long.
"I ain't complainin' but I'll be honest with ya. I can't quite figure out why you pulled me out of it." Flint had expressed his opinions on dying here - it didn't much matter when they all turned back up in the infirmary, and for all the romanticism in Raylan, he didn't think Flint.. tender enough a man to let a sweetly innocent, however lewd it actually was, roll in the closet get in the way of those established principals.
"Right, of course." Istak, how could he forget. But it seems that particular alternate self was forgotten when he was most needed. Or maybe it's the only reason Raylan wasn't tossed over the rail. He could've somehow saved himself from much worse.
As for the last statement, not quite a question, though he can see that curious spark in Raylan's eyes. He honestly doesn't have an answer either. And it shows in the way the silence drags on almost a little too long.
"Instinct. Perhaps." It's, something... "I would've helped others but they had everything well in hand. It was a familiar situation even if it was unnatural. If one of my crew had fallen as you did I would've done the same, I didn't see it as any different." Instinct was a good excuse and maybe that is a majority of what happened. But he doesn't want to address the fact he might care just a little bit. Even if he's told a few people by now that he cares about the people on this Barge in his own way. By rights, Raylan should be... not an enemy, but he is someone that would stand in his way if he tried to mutiny against the Admiral. He was a man of the law. But he was also someone that has shown to be genuine and who cares. They may have their differences but they could be friends. Perhaps there is a part of him that wants to be. Even ignoring the things they've been through together thus far. Raylan could be good for him. Like how Gates had been good for him.
As for the last statement, not quite a question, though he can see that curious spark in Raylan's eyes. He honestly doesn't have an answer either. And it shows in the way the silence drags on almost a little too long.
"Instinct. Perhaps." It's, something... "I would've helped others but they had everything well in hand. It was a familiar situation even if it was unnatural. If one of my crew had fallen as you did I would've done the same, I didn't see it as any different." Instinct was a good excuse and maybe that is a majority of what happened. But he doesn't want to address the fact he might care just a little bit. Even if he's told a few people by now that he cares about the people on this Barge in his own way. By rights, Raylan should be... not an enemy, but he is someone that would stand in his way if he tried to mutiny against the Admiral. He was a man of the law. But he was also someone that has shown to be genuine and who cares. They may have their differences but they could be friends. Perhaps there is a part of him that wants to be. Even ignoring the things they've been through together thus far. Raylan could be good for him. Like how Gates had been good for him.
It was something that had passed his mind a time or two in all this time that he had to himself now. All of B's suggestions about what the breaches and floods meant, how much of themselves were in it. How much difference they, the root Them, could really make. How much of it was meant to be a lesson.
He really needed to get that journal that was suggested to him.
While this wasn't an interrogation, some things wouldn't ever leave him, such as the need to make eye contact, to see the full facial picture. Everything he needed to suss out a lie or an emotion or a hook behind the door that everyone had and used as their front facing bastion. He doubted how much of that answer was true - Flint had made some very clear ideas on death here. And yet all he could find his side processes doing was marveling at how well Flint had grown into himself. A slippery slope.
Raylan nods slowly, and empties his mug, holding it out to Flint for more.
"I appreciate you not lettin' me go over the side. I've been told that it's less casual than everyone's treatin' it. I'll take the broken ribs instead. Just a little unexpected."
He really needed to get that journal that was suggested to him.
While this wasn't an interrogation, some things wouldn't ever leave him, such as the need to make eye contact, to see the full facial picture. Everything he needed to suss out a lie or an emotion or a hook behind the door that everyone had and used as their front facing bastion. He doubted how much of that answer was true - Flint had made some very clear ideas on death here. And yet all he could find his side processes doing was marveling at how well Flint had grown into himself. A slippery slope.
Raylan nods slowly, and empties his mug, holding it out to Flint for more.
"I appreciate you not lettin' me go over the side. I've been told that it's less casual than everyone's treatin' it. I'll take the broken ribs instead. Just a little unexpected."
Flint chews on his thoughts for a moment, feeling the need to explain a little further but knowing he wants to choose his words wisely lest he give the other the wrong impression. But also, he's trying to sort himself out all the same.
As that cup is set down he'll reach for it to pour more in and hand it back.
"It's likely no surprise to you that I really don't know that many people on this barge. I like even less." He takes a swig from the bottle and sets it between his knees.
"You..." He doesn't know what to think really, he supposes some of his protectiveness was some bleed from the Breach but they had talked and spent some time together.
"You may be one of the closest things to a friend I have so far." Between the training, they'd done and his passionate desire to understand, to be there for him when very few would, showing up with sandwiches and checking in on him. He knows Raylan cares for one reason or another. Even if it is out of obligation to do the right thing. The man was genuine and that was hard to come by.
"I'm not saying we're friends of course, but you have stood by me even when I murdered someone and you stood up to me to try and set me straight. I respect that." Even if that's sometimes a bit harder to show and swallow his pride.
Which, he takes another long drag on that bottle of rum.
As that cup is set down he'll reach for it to pour more in and hand it back.
"It's likely no surprise to you that I really don't know that many people on this barge. I like even less." He takes a swig from the bottle and sets it between his knees.
"You..." He doesn't know what to think really, he supposes some of his protectiveness was some bleed from the Breach but they had talked and spent some time together.
"You may be one of the closest things to a friend I have so far." Between the training, they'd done and his passionate desire to understand, to be there for him when very few would, showing up with sandwiches and checking in on him. He knows Raylan cares for one reason or another. Even if it is out of obligation to do the right thing. The man was genuine and that was hard to come by.
"I'm not saying we're friends of course, but you have stood by me even when I murdered someone and you stood up to me to try and set me straight. I respect that." Even if that's sometimes a bit harder to show and swallow his pride.
Which, he takes another long drag on that bottle of rum.
A 'Thank you' was murmured out as he took the cup back - manners were a default setting for the Southerner, but his gaze settled back on his company.
Raylan had chased and anticipated and interrogated more men than Flint had killed in his lifetime, so it was easy for him to guess what might come next. That didn't stop the subtle surprise of it being uttered into the air. Doing that kind of stuff makes it reality, you know.
He couldn't help the pull of his smile into his cup or how secretly pleased he was to not be hated or worse, looked at with ambivalence.
"Of course," he agreed quietly just after, amusement crinkling his features.
"Just cause everyone you're used to calls you a pirate don't make you any less of a regular man. Just one that rides seas instead of horses. The situation is different here and I've been on friendly terms with all sorts. Last guy I went after, I grew up with since middle school. We dug coal together, our daddies ran the criminal element of the county. Not all people that commit crimes are 'bad', in such a way. Even if the rest of society chooses to put them under an umbrella assumption."
He wasn't here to judge Flint.
"And you're good company, generally speaking." IE when he wasn't calling for getting punched or murdering men.
Raylan had chased and anticipated and interrogated more men than Flint had killed in his lifetime, so it was easy for him to guess what might come next. That didn't stop the subtle surprise of it being uttered into the air. Doing that kind of stuff makes it reality, you know.
He couldn't help the pull of his smile into his cup or how secretly pleased he was to not be hated or worse, looked at with ambivalence.
"Of course," he agreed quietly just after, amusement crinkling his features.
"Just cause everyone you're used to calls you a pirate don't make you any less of a regular man. Just one that rides seas instead of horses. The situation is different here and I've been on friendly terms with all sorts. Last guy I went after, I grew up with since middle school. We dug coal together, our daddies ran the criminal element of the county. Not all people that commit crimes are 'bad', in such a way. Even if the rest of society chooses to put them under an umbrella assumption."
He wasn't here to judge Flint.
"And you're good company, generally speaking." IE when he wasn't calling for getting punched or murdering men.
Maybe it's the rum, maybe it's just missing having a partner or a companion like Gates, like Silver, like Thomas or Miranda. Maybe it's the Breach time, maybe it's the days spent training together after Flotilla. Maybe it was the sandwiches, understanding, and kindness. Maybe it was a lot of things, things that had been screaming deep within his soul and desperately trying not to be swallowed up by his darkness.
But when Raylan continues to be one of a very, very few people that chooses to see him for the man he is and not the monster, to believe in something better in him when he struggles to do the same it... it breaks down his walls a little easier than he could've imagined. He's been hard and cold and ruthless for so long but he hated that part of himself.
"We really are from very different times." He takes another deep swig then sets the bottle aside with a sigh. The exhale seems to deflate him.
"I have done... awful things, terrible things, but the truth is I hate it. I hate this man, this monster I've created and this mask I wear. Flint is... he's not me. Not really. And before... before things changed and I died, I admitted to someone very, very dear to me that I wished to let go of Flint. For good. I just I wanted to be free of him of the weight of it all. I loathed him more and more every day I wore the name." He swallows raggedly staring at his hands and turning the ring on his pinky.
"I'm just afraid that maybe he is more me than I want to admit and I can't let him go. I've been lost coming here. Or maybe I've been lost for a long time. Flint is what I've created to survive." His voice through all of this, if Raylan is paying attention has evened out and softened compared to the gruff, snarly and deeper tones of Flint.
"But this darkness, it's been here," He points to his chest, tapping his finger firmly on his sternum.
"It's always been a part of me, long before Flint. He was born from it and from my deep, unfathomable rage." And his pain. His absolutely devistating loss of someone he loved.
But when Raylan continues to be one of a very, very few people that chooses to see him for the man he is and not the monster, to believe in something better in him when he struggles to do the same it... it breaks down his walls a little easier than he could've imagined. He's been hard and cold and ruthless for so long but he hated that part of himself.
"We really are from very different times." He takes another deep swig then sets the bottle aside with a sigh. The exhale seems to deflate him.
"I have done... awful things, terrible things, but the truth is I hate it. I hate this man, this monster I've created and this mask I wear. Flint is... he's not me. Not really. And before... before things changed and I died, I admitted to someone very, very dear to me that I wished to let go of Flint. For good. I just I wanted to be free of him of the weight of it all. I loathed him more and more every day I wore the name." He swallows raggedly staring at his hands and turning the ring on his pinky.
"I'm just afraid that maybe he is more me than I want to admit and I can't let him go. I've been lost coming here. Or maybe I've been lost for a long time. Flint is what I've created to survive." His voice through all of this, if Raylan is paying attention has evened out and softened compared to the gruff, snarly and deeper tones of Flint.
"But this darkness, it's been here," He points to his chest, tapping his finger firmly on his sternum.
"It's always been a part of me, long before Flint. He was born from it and from my deep, unfathomable rage." And his pain. His absolutely devistating loss of someone he loved.
They were slipping into something serious now. Not small talk, not light conversation, but shit that matters and Raylan, while he couldn't sit up anymore, paid his quiet rapt attention. There was no missing the way Flint's voice and posturing softened, like a man tired of running.
'Not really me' has Raylan's eyes narrowing fractionally, a note of confusion but he doesn't interrupt. He's got a feeling that if he did, Flint wouldn't start talking again. He'd dealt with men like that - ones who let their jaw crack open rarely and would close it with a stiff breeze. And the further the man got, the more Raylan's curiosity eased into a rough shape of understanding.
So he lets the silence sit for a beat or two before he starts talking, studying the shadows in his cup.
"In my experience, once somethin' like that is in your craw, there's little chance of gettin' it out. Darkness breeds darkness breeds darkness. You might not ever be able to get rid of him... But that don't mean you can't revive the man you want to be underneath it all."
Raylan finally looks over again.
"I don't know how close to the Flint that Francis knew is to how you mighta been when you were younger. But if these breaches are all based off the root of us... You weren't always dark." He let another beat pass. They were getting dangerously close to Feelings Territory.
"Have you ever thought about goin' by a different name? Goin' by your name?"
'Not really me' has Raylan's eyes narrowing fractionally, a note of confusion but he doesn't interrupt. He's got a feeling that if he did, Flint wouldn't start talking again. He'd dealt with men like that - ones who let their jaw crack open rarely and would close it with a stiff breeze. And the further the man got, the more Raylan's curiosity eased into a rough shape of understanding.
So he lets the silence sit for a beat or two before he starts talking, studying the shadows in his cup.
"In my experience, once somethin' like that is in your craw, there's little chance of gettin' it out. Darkness breeds darkness breeds darkness. You might not ever be able to get rid of him... But that don't mean you can't revive the man you want to be underneath it all."
Raylan finally looks over again.
"I don't know how close to the Flint that Francis knew is to how you mighta been when you were younger. But if these breaches are all based off the root of us... You weren't always dark." He let another beat pass. They were getting dangerously close to Feelings Territory.
"Have you ever thought about goin' by a different name? Goin' by your name?"
Once Flint has gotten to a point of comfort that he's made up his mind to tell someone close to him about himself or anything deep he holds in, he's not as quick to clam up. That isn't to say it won't happen, but he has tended to be rather forthcoming when it came to questions or discussion once he's willing to be open. He becomes like an open book. Raylan has shown enough compassion and honesty that somehow, someway he feels safe sharing these parts of him. He doesn't believe the other will run off and tell anyone or use his emotions against him. He could trust Raylan with his life, either to pull him out of harm's way or to put a bullet in him if it meant saving him from himself or others, of that he was sure.
Maybe that was just another reason he felt compelled to save Raylan from going over. Only one other person on this barge knew his story or knew more about him than Raylan and he wasn't even entirely sure how much he could really trust Norton. Or if the guy would lift a finger to save him if the time ever called for it.
As the other mentions Francis and the Flint he knew in that alternate universe, he can't help but snap his eyes to Raylan with a little surprise and a tinge of color warming his ears. He'd hoped that somehow the other wouldn't remember what had happened between them, that maybe he'd be the only one plagued with heated memories together in a dim, red-lit closet. He casts his eyes away in embarrassment, reaching for that bottle again for another swig to swallow everything down. At least it made that uncomfortable lump go down a little more smoothly.
"James." He starts, "My name is James McGraw." Only Miranda had known him by his real name.
"Flint was created from a story my Grandfather once told me about a man that appeared seemingly out of nowhere and then disappeared all the same like the sea had just conjured him up out of thin air and took him back when it was done." He sighs.
"It wasn't meant to be like this." He rubs a hand over his neck. "I died... Flint should've gone with it but the truth of it is when I was taken from my world I had left a war behind. So much I still wanted to do. I don't have any real purpose here, I don't even know who I am anymore." He sighs.
"But I can tell you that... Flint, the boy you met as Francis was so far removed from anything I would have been as a young man. Mostly because there's no way I would have had that kind of freedom, and there's no way my Grandfather would've ever been able to afford to send me to college." He gives a small, dry smile and a chuckle at that.
"I used to be a Lieutenant in the Royal Navy. Until I was discharged and exiled over an affair."
Maybe that was just another reason he felt compelled to save Raylan from going over. Only one other person on this barge knew his story or knew more about him than Raylan and he wasn't even entirely sure how much he could really trust Norton. Or if the guy would lift a finger to save him if the time ever called for it.
As the other mentions Francis and the Flint he knew in that alternate universe, he can't help but snap his eyes to Raylan with a little surprise and a tinge of color warming his ears. He'd hoped that somehow the other wouldn't remember what had happened between them, that maybe he'd be the only one plagued with heated memories together in a dim, red-lit closet. He casts his eyes away in embarrassment, reaching for that bottle again for another swig to swallow everything down. At least it made that uncomfortable lump go down a little more smoothly.
"James." He starts, "My name is James McGraw." Only Miranda had known him by his real name.
"Flint was created from a story my Grandfather once told me about a man that appeared seemingly out of nowhere and then disappeared all the same like the sea had just conjured him up out of thin air and took him back when it was done." He sighs.
"It wasn't meant to be like this." He rubs a hand over his neck. "I died... Flint should've gone with it but the truth of it is when I was taken from my world I had left a war behind. So much I still wanted to do. I don't have any real purpose here, I don't even know who I am anymore." He sighs.
"But I can tell you that... Flint, the boy you met as Francis was so far removed from anything I would have been as a young man. Mostly because there's no way I would have had that kind of freedom, and there's no way my Grandfather would've ever been able to afford to send me to college." He gives a small, dry smile and a chuckle at that.
"I used to be a Lieutenant in the Royal Navy. Until I was discharged and exiled over an affair."
Raylan couldn't help the small crook of his smile as Fli- James gives his name. This past Collage Experience had taught him about names and the importance of them. It gave them more value than he'd granted them before.
"There are worse things to be discharged for." But he knew there was more to it. He didn't know What, but he Knew. Nothing was ever that simple. Affair only meant a few things. Either he had an inner office romance, whatever that meant for the 1700's, or he had an affair with a married woman.
"Wars. Purpose.. They're hard to leave behind. You're not alone in that here, though I'm certain your war is much, much more literal than mine. Different times, indeed. Just a new corner.. Somethin' new we're forced to adapt to.." Magic, Time travel, mermaids, second chances, impossible worlds.
"Francis wasn't any- Well," he huffs, "Wasn't too close to the young man I once was. Sure as shit wasn't that bright an innocent, that's for sure... it's my middle name, Francis. And my mother's name. Just spelled different. I did happen to go to collage, but only 'cause my Aunt Helen saved me and managed to get me the money. Saved my life, if I'm honest."
He looks over again. "Any objection to me callin' you James? James - never Jim or any of that shit. Can't quite see you as a Jim." He didn't know why, but it felt like it should start with what the man was called. So much sense of self was anchored in it.
"There are worse things to be discharged for." But he knew there was more to it. He didn't know What, but he Knew. Nothing was ever that simple. Affair only meant a few things. Either he had an inner office romance, whatever that meant for the 1700's, or he had an affair with a married woman.
"Wars. Purpose.. They're hard to leave behind. You're not alone in that here, though I'm certain your war is much, much more literal than mine. Different times, indeed. Just a new corner.. Somethin' new we're forced to adapt to.." Magic, Time travel, mermaids, second chances, impossible worlds.
"Francis wasn't any- Well," he huffs, "Wasn't too close to the young man I once was. Sure as shit wasn't that bright an innocent, that's for sure... it's my middle name, Francis. And my mother's name. Just spelled different. I did happen to go to collage, but only 'cause my Aunt Helen saved me and managed to get me the money. Saved my life, if I'm honest."
He looks over again. "Any objection to me callin' you James? James - never Jim or any of that shit. Can't quite see you as a Jim." He didn't know why, but it felt like it should start with what the man was called. So much sense of self was anchored in it.
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James shakes his head, "Not the kind of thing I'd done, not where and when I'm from."
He can't look Raylan in the eyes now as he wrestles with just telling the truth of it. This thing which was abhorrent to society and to those who knew him, so much so that he was exiled from England. But considering what happened between them it really was no secret what he liked.
He could lie about it, of course, say it was just that alternate version of himself. But then Miranda's words are echoing in his head and all he can think of is the words scrawled in Thomas' handwriting Know No Shame. Except that he did. He fought with that shame every day. And then there was Norton, who was trying to help him feel safe here. To help him understand that he would not be judged here. Even less so with Raylan.
He takes what the other says about himself and his alternate counterpart to heart, debating deviating from the topic of himself.
"You are welcome to call me James, yes." He confirms. There's a short moment of uncomfortable fidgeting before he just bites the bullet.
"I worked with a man, a young lord named Thomas Hamilton to come up with a plan to save Nassau and pardon the pirates. He was married to a woman named Miranda Barlow, she and I did grow close, we did sleep together and Thomas knew of it, they had a sort of... open thing..." Because Thomas was gay and the son of a very powerful man.
"But We--he and I--we grew closer still and..." There's a motion of his hand to silently indicate they slept together. He reaches for that bottle of rum and drinks heavily. There won't be much left after this if they don't manage to kick it tonight.
"His father found out, we were betrayed by a close friend of ours we thought we could trust. I was discharged from the navy, Miranda and I were exiled, and Thomas was taken away to a Mental Hospital. He ah..." He swallows raggedly, jaw tensing.
"He died in that hospital, alone. And to this day I won't forgive myself for having never tried to save him." His voice is breaking and he drinks again. A shorter swig that is thrown back into his throat.
"Sorry, I uh..." he clears his throat, "Now, now you know about... nearly everything. Before... before I became Flint or maybe more of an idea of why." In short, it was one of the worst things that had happened to him.
He can't look Raylan in the eyes now as he wrestles with just telling the truth of it. This thing which was abhorrent to society and to those who knew him, so much so that he was exiled from England. But considering what happened between them it really was no secret what he liked.
He could lie about it, of course, say it was just that alternate version of himself. But then Miranda's words are echoing in his head and all he can think of is the words scrawled in Thomas' handwriting Know No Shame. Except that he did. He fought with that shame every day. And then there was Norton, who was trying to help him feel safe here. To help him understand that he would not be judged here. Even less so with Raylan.
He takes what the other says about himself and his alternate counterpart to heart, debating deviating from the topic of himself.
"You are welcome to call me James, yes." He confirms. There's a short moment of uncomfortable fidgeting before he just bites the bullet.
"I worked with a man, a young lord named Thomas Hamilton to come up with a plan to save Nassau and pardon the pirates. He was married to a woman named Miranda Barlow, she and I did grow close, we did sleep together and Thomas knew of it, they had a sort of... open thing..." Because Thomas was gay and the son of a very powerful man.
"But We--he and I--we grew closer still and..." There's a motion of his hand to silently indicate they slept together. He reaches for that bottle of rum and drinks heavily. There won't be much left after this if they don't manage to kick it tonight.
"His father found out, we were betrayed by a close friend of ours we thought we could trust. I was discharged from the navy, Miranda and I were exiled, and Thomas was taken away to a Mental Hospital. He ah..." He swallows raggedly, jaw tensing.
"He died in that hospital, alone. And to this day I won't forgive myself for having never tried to save him." His voice is breaking and he drinks again. A shorter swig that is thrown back into his throat.
"Sorry, I uh..." he clears his throat, "Now, now you know about... nearly everything. Before... before I became Flint or maybe more of an idea of why." In short, it was one of the worst things that had happened to him.
Raylan had a habit sometimes of injecting levity in non-job conversations, a lift, an opening, a break away path from what felt, in the moment, dangerously too contentious. If he were honest, he didn't want to be alone and didn't want to drive James off. But those paths, those outs were just and option. While he would never use the term 'Safe space', he wanted for himself what he wanted for everyone else. Security. A place to sit without fear of getting kicked or feeling a need to defend yourself.
He smiles briefly with his faint nod, pleased at James's agreement, head tilting slightly as he waits, sitting in the indecision. If there was one thing that Raylan understood, it was not being allowed to be anything other than like everyone around you, under pain of death or worse.
Somethings though. Well, they never seemed to change. One day, he'd tell him about Don't Ask Don't Tell.
There was no stopping the hoisting of his eyebrows in surprise as Flint gets to the threesome - maybe the 1700's did know how to have a few wild and liberal households. That didn't make anything Simple by any stretch. By the way that Flint tilted that bottle, by the way his face got more tormented, that Growing Closer wasn't just sex. It was More. Likely demanded to be More, considering how rare it must have been to find someone who wouldn't abuse the privilege of that intimacy.
Raylan frowns as James continues, emptying his own cup and shaking his head at the apology. Hitching to hold his breath, Raylan pulled himself upright and swung his feet back off the bed. There was no leaning on his knees right now, but he could sit up.
"Don't be sorry for tellin' the tale. That kinda betrayal and the fall out is.. Horrible," he continues, eyes having lifted to look him in the face. Of course, he assumes that Thomas was killed, by malpractice or overmedication or whatever else they did in those institutions, and that makes it all the more tragic.
"I-.. Havin' that kind of relationship is brave. Even in my time, it's frowned upon. Bein' with men too. You'll find pockets of acceptance, all over the top in glitter and pride but.. there's not enough of 'em... And I've got no inclinations towards glitter but. Harlan wouldn't have accepted it either."
Raylan shook his head a little and reaches over into his sidetable drawer to pull out a full bottle of whiskey, studying the label as he spoke like he was talking about the weather.
"Exile isn't somethin' that gets put on the table anymore. Harlan would have.." He took a deep breath in through his nose and pushed to his feet slowly to amble just as slowly over towards the expanded kitchenette and it's added island counter, sliding the bottle along until it's close to the edge as he lets it go in favor of opening one of the two cabinets on the wall.
"It'd tear someone apart. Place is full of uneducated, backwards, hateful religious folk and anythin' that ain't God Bless America and White Picket Fences with your wife, going to church. To hell with women, homosexuals, athiests and communists."
He turned back with a tightening of his jaw as he shook his head again, grabbing the bottle and coming back to set it all on the little table.
"Doesn't make any of it okay. People got a right to happiness." After grabbing his cup, he slowly set himself down into the chair opposite and sighed sourly. "But you got to have it. Any amount ain't ever gonna be enough. Everythin's unfinished. You've gotten somethin' other folks ain't ever seen."
If only for a moment.
He smiles briefly with his faint nod, pleased at James's agreement, head tilting slightly as he waits, sitting in the indecision. If there was one thing that Raylan understood, it was not being allowed to be anything other than like everyone around you, under pain of death or worse.
Somethings though. Well, they never seemed to change. One day, he'd tell him about Don't Ask Don't Tell.
There was no stopping the hoisting of his eyebrows in surprise as Flint gets to the threesome - maybe the 1700's did know how to have a few wild and liberal households. That didn't make anything Simple by any stretch. By the way that Flint tilted that bottle, by the way his face got more tormented, that Growing Closer wasn't just sex. It was More. Likely demanded to be More, considering how rare it must have been to find someone who wouldn't abuse the privilege of that intimacy.
Raylan frowns as James continues, emptying his own cup and shaking his head at the apology. Hitching to hold his breath, Raylan pulled himself upright and swung his feet back off the bed. There was no leaning on his knees right now, but he could sit up.
"Don't be sorry for tellin' the tale. That kinda betrayal and the fall out is.. Horrible," he continues, eyes having lifted to look him in the face. Of course, he assumes that Thomas was killed, by malpractice or overmedication or whatever else they did in those institutions, and that makes it all the more tragic.
"I-.. Havin' that kind of relationship is brave. Even in my time, it's frowned upon. Bein' with men too. You'll find pockets of acceptance, all over the top in glitter and pride but.. there's not enough of 'em... And I've got no inclinations towards glitter but. Harlan wouldn't have accepted it either."
Raylan shook his head a little and reaches over into his sidetable drawer to pull out a full bottle of whiskey, studying the label as he spoke like he was talking about the weather.
"Exile isn't somethin' that gets put on the table anymore. Harlan would have.." He took a deep breath in through his nose and pushed to his feet slowly to amble just as slowly over towards the expanded kitchenette and it's added island counter, sliding the bottle along until it's close to the edge as he lets it go in favor of opening one of the two cabinets on the wall.
"It'd tear someone apart. Place is full of uneducated, backwards, hateful religious folk and anythin' that ain't God Bless America and White Picket Fences with your wife, going to church. To hell with women, homosexuals, athiests and communists."
He turned back with a tightening of his jaw as he shook his head again, grabbing the bottle and coming back to set it all on the little table.
"Doesn't make any of it okay. People got a right to happiness." After grabbing his cup, he slowly set himself down into the chair opposite and sighed sourly. "But you got to have it. Any amount ain't ever gonna be enough. Everythin's unfinished. You've gotten somethin' other folks ain't ever seen."
If only for a moment.
Flint listens intently, watching as the other moves slowly and painfully out of bed. He nearly rises to help or stop him, but thinks better of it, just watching him go through the motions and focusing more on his words. Or the meaning behind some of it that aren't being said. He could sense a bitterness there, a sort of pain that he recognized.
As Raylan gathered up some things to set on the table nearby, he'll move his chair back over to join him. He mulls over his words a little confused at first, but in that brief time he'd had with Thomas and Miranda, they were happy. They were safe. But he blames himself for it all going to shit.
"What about you? Did you have someone?" There was something there he couldn't quite put his finger on. Raylan had been sulking and there was more to it than just his injuries laying him up and making him useless.
As Raylan gathered up some things to set on the table nearby, he'll move his chair back over to join him. He mulls over his words a little confused at first, but in that brief time he'd had with Thomas and Miranda, they were happy. They were safe. But he blames himself for it all going to shit.
"What about you? Did you have someone?" There was something there he couldn't quite put his finger on. Raylan had been sulking and there was more to it than just his injuries laying him up and making him useless.
"Mm."
It was nothing more than a sound, but one that came with a tightening and thinning of his lips as he opened his bottle and poured himself a good three fingers, tapping on the bottle with his off hand to draw Flint's attention to the way the bottle looked fully fresh and untouched, despite his pour.
"I was.. married for a time. Round about 6 years. It.." He sighs out his nose, jaw tightening. His story was no great tragedy, no Shakspearian loss. His was so basic and common a story he felt it wasn't really worth the telling. From Arlo to Winona, to any of his relationships. To Tim.
"It didn't end well. She left me for the man sellin' our house while I was in Miami." He sucks his teeth shortly. "Didn't even get askin' price for the house." He shook his head and took a deep drink, trying to pretend like that was it, he'd answered the question, it was done, but-
"I don't.. Get to have that, historically speakin'. Hell, I just ran the shortest fuckin' relationship I've had since highschool.. Some two weeks on top of six years of workin' with the man.." His head was shaking again, jaw tight and the impulse to throw his mug right under his skin.
"Tim's gone, if you didn't know. Our uh.. former Theater Professor, as you might know him." That had to be washed down with the warm sting of top shelf whiskey, it hurt to bear the words to air, like freshly opened wounds.
It was nothing more than a sound, but one that came with a tightening and thinning of his lips as he opened his bottle and poured himself a good three fingers, tapping on the bottle with his off hand to draw Flint's attention to the way the bottle looked fully fresh and untouched, despite his pour.
"I was.. married for a time. Round about 6 years. It.." He sighs out his nose, jaw tightening. His story was no great tragedy, no Shakspearian loss. His was so basic and common a story he felt it wasn't really worth the telling. From Arlo to Winona, to any of his relationships. To Tim.
"It didn't end well. She left me for the man sellin' our house while I was in Miami." He sucks his teeth shortly. "Didn't even get askin' price for the house." He shook his head and took a deep drink, trying to pretend like that was it, he'd answered the question, it was done, but-
"I don't.. Get to have that, historically speakin'. Hell, I just ran the shortest fuckin' relationship I've had since highschool.. Some two weeks on top of six years of workin' with the man.." His head was shaking again, jaw tight and the impulse to throw his mug right under his skin.
"Tim's gone, if you didn't know. Our uh.. former Theater Professor, as you might know him." That had to be washed down with the warm sting of top shelf whiskey, it hurt to bear the words to air, like freshly opened wounds.
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Flint listens quietly, taking it all in, watching the pain twist in Raylan's features. He notes the bottle that doesn't empty, quirking a brow and setting his bottle aside in favor of sharing that bottle of unending whiskey if Raylan wanted to.
As for Tim, there is a little flicker of confusion, he didn't meet Tim on the barge. But their Theater Professor, sure, he knew him well enough from that Alternate world they shared. He wracks his brain around it a little, surprised that that is the sort he'd go for, but then remembering how vastly different they all were. Now he wonders what Tim was really like.
"I'm sorry, for what it's worth." Which he knows isn't a whole lot but it's generally what people say when you lose someone.
"He was a Warden, right?" Just a shot in the dark if they worked together.
"So you'll see him again when you go back? And your ex-wife? She's alive? Surely there's some solace in that. Those people you love may not be here with you but it's something you have to go back to." He doesn't say it, he doesn't want to taint the positive, but he doesn't have any of that to go back to.
"What was your deal with the Admiral?"
As for Tim, there is a little flicker of confusion, he didn't meet Tim on the barge. But their Theater Professor, sure, he knew him well enough from that Alternate world they shared. He wracks his brain around it a little, surprised that that is the sort he'd go for, but then remembering how vastly different they all were. Now he wonders what Tim was really like.
"I'm sorry, for what it's worth." Which he knows isn't a whole lot but it's generally what people say when you lose someone.
"He was a Warden, right?" Just a shot in the dark if they worked together.
"So you'll see him again when you go back? And your ex-wife? She's alive? Surely there's some solace in that. Those people you love may not be here with you but it's something you have to go back to." He doesn't say it, he doesn't want to taint the positive, but he doesn't have any of that to go back to.
"What was your deal with the Admiral?"
Raylan's head starts shaking as soon as James gets halfway through 'Sorry'. "Don't be."
Letting the man finish, Raylan pours him a few fingers of the whiskey in the spare cup he'd brought before topping off his own.
"He was. US Army Ranger, Sniper. But - he said he'd been in love with me for years and I've never been in a relationship with a guy. I never got allowed the chance to-" Acclimate. Learn to trust or love him back. Feel okay. He shakes his head again. Being blunt and open about this was not natural, and it felt like the words stacked upon themselves in the back of his throat.
"I won't be seein' him, no. He won't remember this place and I left the Lexington Office a few months ago back home. And yeah, Winona is still alive. Until some shit for brains mob thug decides to go after her to get my attention.. That's part of my deal. Winona and I got back together for a few months and she got pregnant. Left me two months into that but.. Eventually my daughter Willa was born." Willa at least, gets a pointed softening of his eyes and features, faint smile a little broader and a lot more easily brought, even if it didn't stay long.
"My deal is their safety. That none of the ugly people I've pissed off and arrested, shot, gotten in the way of come after her and her mother ever again. When I go back, I'll have Willa and the lucky opportunity to watch her mother try to be happy with whatever line of gentleman she decides to try out next," he ends drily.
Sure, he'd know that Winona was alive. For Willa's sake, he's glad she was. For his own sake? At least if she were in the ground, she couldn't hurt him anymore. At least then she wouldn't be able to jerk him around anymore. It was. Complicated.
Letting the man finish, Raylan pours him a few fingers of the whiskey in the spare cup he'd brought before topping off his own.
"He was. US Army Ranger, Sniper. But - he said he'd been in love with me for years and I've never been in a relationship with a guy. I never got allowed the chance to-" Acclimate. Learn to trust or love him back. Feel okay. He shakes his head again. Being blunt and open about this was not natural, and it felt like the words stacked upon themselves in the back of his throat.
"I won't be seein' him, no. He won't remember this place and I left the Lexington Office a few months ago back home. And yeah, Winona is still alive. Until some shit for brains mob thug decides to go after her to get my attention.. That's part of my deal. Winona and I got back together for a few months and she got pregnant. Left me two months into that but.. Eventually my daughter Willa was born." Willa at least, gets a pointed softening of his eyes and features, faint smile a little broader and a lot more easily brought, even if it didn't stay long.
"My deal is their safety. That none of the ugly people I've pissed off and arrested, shot, gotten in the way of come after her and her mother ever again. When I go back, I'll have Willa and the lucky opportunity to watch her mother try to be happy with whatever line of gentleman she decides to try out next," he ends drily.
Sure, he'd know that Winona was alive. For Willa's sake, he's glad she was. For his own sake? At least if she were in the ground, she couldn't hurt him anymore. At least then she wouldn't be able to jerk him around anymore. It was. Complicated.
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"That's something good at least." A relationship with his daughter and a guarantee for their safety. He studies the other curiously as he picks up his glass and has a sip of the whiskey, letting it burn its way down his throat.
"Are you alright?" It was only two weeks but it was clear something was eating at Raylan and if he'd had feelings but been unable to share them all this time. Only to finally get to do so and have the man taken from him a few weeks later, that's rough. Especially knowing he won't be able to see him or that Tim won't remember anything.
"Are you alright?" It was only two weeks but it was clear something was eating at Raylan and if he'd had feelings but been unable to share them all this time. Only to finally get to do so and have the man taken from him a few weeks later, that's rough. Especially knowing he won't be able to see him or that Tim won't remember anything.
"Wouldn't trade that little girl for the world," he granted easily. No matter what shit happened, Willa was in the world now and Raylan would turn over hell to keep her safe if he had to.
Raylan sighs quietly into his cup.
"Objectively? Close enough for government work. Anything else-" Raylan shrugged one shoulder, head shaking shallowly. "Few more days of self abuse and I'm sure I'll get there. Nothin' that whiskey hasn't been able to bandaid before." Huffing a bare breath of a sardonic sound out of his nose, Raylan rubs at his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose for a long moment before his hand dropped.
"Guess it's my turn to say sorry. Not much of anythin' I can think can be done about it, but you sure didn't have to spend your evenin' bein' a sad sack with me." He appreciated the company.
"Are you alright? After the breach and everythin' - I know the first few runs tend to be the weirdest, considerin' that most of us have never done anything like this before."
Raylan sighs quietly into his cup.
"Objectively? Close enough for government work. Anything else-" Raylan shrugged one shoulder, head shaking shallowly. "Few more days of self abuse and I'm sure I'll get there. Nothin' that whiskey hasn't been able to bandaid before." Huffing a bare breath of a sardonic sound out of his nose, Raylan rubs at his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose for a long moment before his hand dropped.
"Guess it's my turn to say sorry. Not much of anythin' I can think can be done about it, but you sure didn't have to spend your evenin' bein' a sad sack with me." He appreciated the company.
"Are you alright? After the breach and everythin' - I know the first few runs tend to be the weirdest, considerin' that most of us have never done anything like this before."
Flint shakes his head and waves a hand this time. "Frankly, I think this might've been a long time coming for both of us."
He drinks his whiskey as the rum mixes in his blood and he feels all of it starting to rush to his head, putting him in a nice comfortable buzz. He studies the other some more, mulling over what he's about to offer. He's not sure if it's just the alcohol bringing out more warmth and compassion, or maybe parts of himself leftover from the Alternate version that cares about Raylan, it's hard to tell so fresh from the breach with rum in his belly. But he supposes in the end it doesn't matter. No one outside this room would know or needed to know any of it. And maybe there's something to this companionship they both desperately needed.
"I could stay." He offers. "I don't think you should be alone, especially with you still healing." Sure he'd got up and wandered around just fine but he should be resting and Flint could help. It was a good excuse to stay if Raylan didn't want to be alone.
He drinks his whiskey as the rum mixes in his blood and he feels all of it starting to rush to his head, putting him in a nice comfortable buzz. He studies the other some more, mulling over what he's about to offer. He's not sure if it's just the alcohol bringing out more warmth and compassion, or maybe parts of himself leftover from the Alternate version that cares about Raylan, it's hard to tell so fresh from the breach with rum in his belly. But he supposes in the end it doesn't matter. No one outside this room would know or needed to know any of it. And maybe there's something to this companionship they both desperately needed.
"I could stay." He offers. "I don't think you should be alone, especially with you still healing." Sure he'd got up and wandered around just fine but he should be resting and Flint could help. It was a good excuse to stay if Raylan didn't want to be alone.
"Sayin' shit about it not really a thing folk like us are allowed to do, is it." Except behind closed doors with people they trusted.
The rise of heat in Raylan's chest at the offer was immediately attributed to the whiskey in his hand and not the flash of memories of their younger possible selves grinning like fools as they snuck into Flint's bedroom and into his bed. Certainly couldn't be because no matter what Raylan's Front brain said, the drunk, honest core of him had enjoyed it more than he'd say.
Swallowing thickly, an action that had his head dropping a fraction, he considered the safety of the inside of his cup. All logical rational pointed to the obvious. Demuring, making it light.. drinking himself into another blackout of a night. Which, considering his condition, was doubly stupid and he knew it.
"Alls I got is the one bed. If that ain't a problem," he finally says. "Place is based off where I was livin' in Lexington and wasn't built for more than one kinda entertainin'." If he was less busted up, he could too easily see this whole suggestion going towards that kind of entertainment, but at this exact moment, heavy pants would be distractingly painful. And the whole sentiment was probably the whiskey and rum talking.
He wasn't used to people caring about him or his wellbeing beyond whether or not he was still drawing breath and he felt a little awkward and.. not weak but. Something, for not arguing against it harder.
The rise of heat in Raylan's chest at the offer was immediately attributed to the whiskey in his hand and not the flash of memories of their younger possible selves grinning like fools as they snuck into Flint's bedroom and into his bed. Certainly couldn't be because no matter what Raylan's Front brain said, the drunk, honest core of him had enjoyed it more than he'd say.
Swallowing thickly, an action that had his head dropping a fraction, he considered the safety of the inside of his cup. All logical rational pointed to the obvious. Demuring, making it light.. drinking himself into another blackout of a night. Which, considering his condition, was doubly stupid and he knew it.
"Alls I got is the one bed. If that ain't a problem," he finally says. "Place is based off where I was livin' in Lexington and wasn't built for more than one kinda entertainin'." If he was less busted up, he could too easily see this whole suggestion going towards that kind of entertainment, but at this exact moment, heavy pants would be distractingly painful. And the whole sentiment was probably the whiskey and rum talking.
He wasn't used to people caring about him or his wellbeing beyond whether or not he was still drawing breath and he felt a little awkward and.. not weak but. Something, for not arguing against it harder.
"Not really, no. Showing any kind of feeling other than pure rage might be considered a weakness. Can't have that can we?" He sips the whiskey again and watches it as he swirls it in the glass in thought.
"I think something from that other world has stuck with me, something I'm still sorting out on top of everything else. But it's..." He shakes his head, running a hand over his peach fuzz. A lot about Flint from that time was so very different and yet he could remember all of it. That feeling of freedom, of feeling accepted and happy. Genuinely happy and loved. It had been a mirror image. It was something he wasn't sure he wanted to let go of. And it was something many others had tried to tell him he could have on this Barge. That this place was different. And it could be something both he and Raylan could have again. A safe space away from the suffering they'd endured back home for just being who they were and who they wanted to love. Experiences they weren't allowed to have they could have here. Maybe it might help him return to himself if he could just be James in every sense of the name. He didn't need Flint anymore that much was becoming more and more obvious.
"It's a glimmer of something that might fight off this darkness in me." His shame, his rage, and his pain he's been carrying and using as a weapon to survive. He didn't need it. This Barge and the people on it like Raylan were disarming him. Making him strip off his armor to the bare scars beneath. So he could maybe heal from them instead of being haunted by them. Moreover, he didn't want others to suffer as he did and if he could help soothe the ache of someone he has come to care for, all the better. They both could be better for it. And he remembered all the things his alternate self tried to do for others and all the good it did for everyone, including himself. There was so much from this Breach that has given him a new perspective.
"One bed is fine." Though he sees the way the other seems to shift a little uncomfortably, recognizes that heated embarrassment for what it is. He knows where his mind is going and Flint would be lying if he hadn't been thinking about any of it all this time. But Raylan was wounded and he'd behave.
"I can sleep elsewhere if need be. A chair, the floor. I could even go get the extra hammock from my room." He pauses as he considers, "Which, after you're all healed up, that hammock is yours if ever you want the company."
Another sip to finish his glass and slid it forward, "You and I have been through enough now and heaven knows you took care of me and looked after me when you didn't have to. I want to return the favor. I'd like to call you my brother, or my friend."
He thinks once more about College!Flint and how he'd been with others when they clearly needed help or guidance. "I'm here for a drink, an ear, for a fight, a distraction. For a familiar place to sleep when you don't want to be alone."
"I think something from that other world has stuck with me, something I'm still sorting out on top of everything else. But it's..." He shakes his head, running a hand over his peach fuzz. A lot about Flint from that time was so very different and yet he could remember all of it. That feeling of freedom, of feeling accepted and happy. Genuinely happy and loved. It had been a mirror image. It was something he wasn't sure he wanted to let go of. And it was something many others had tried to tell him he could have on this Barge. That this place was different. And it could be something both he and Raylan could have again. A safe space away from the suffering they'd endured back home for just being who they were and who they wanted to love. Experiences they weren't allowed to have they could have here. Maybe it might help him return to himself if he could just be James in every sense of the name. He didn't need Flint anymore that much was becoming more and more obvious.
"It's a glimmer of something that might fight off this darkness in me." His shame, his rage, and his pain he's been carrying and using as a weapon to survive. He didn't need it. This Barge and the people on it like Raylan were disarming him. Making him strip off his armor to the bare scars beneath. So he could maybe heal from them instead of being haunted by them. Moreover, he didn't want others to suffer as he did and if he could help soothe the ache of someone he has come to care for, all the better. They both could be better for it. And he remembered all the things his alternate self tried to do for others and all the good it did for everyone, including himself. There was so much from this Breach that has given him a new perspective.
"One bed is fine." Though he sees the way the other seems to shift a little uncomfortably, recognizes that heated embarrassment for what it is. He knows where his mind is going and Flint would be lying if he hadn't been thinking about any of it all this time. But Raylan was wounded and he'd behave.
"I can sleep elsewhere if need be. A chair, the floor. I could even go get the extra hammock from my room." He pauses as he considers, "Which, after you're all healed up, that hammock is yours if ever you want the company."
Another sip to finish his glass and slid it forward, "You and I have been through enough now and heaven knows you took care of me and looked after me when you didn't have to. I want to return the favor. I'd like to call you my brother, or my friend."
He thinks once more about College!Flint and how he'd been with others when they clearly needed help or guidance. "I'm here for a drink, an ear, for a fight, a distraction. For a familiar place to sleep when you don't want to be alone."
Raylan had met a good number of people on board, all colorful characters - Tim Stoker, Jacobi, Sweeney, Steve - all folks who understood that rule, regardless of if they chose to break it or not, but James was the only one he felt really understood the root place of toxic masculinity that did nothing but damage the people that had to withstand it. Sure, it got shit done, but there were other options. He'd spent his life trying to walk that line, keeping the demand of respect without tearing down everything around him. He'd managed to mostly spare everyone else, but it meant he fell self-victim to the engrained culture.
There was a respect being given to how shitty it was. He hadn't realized that respect was lacking from some others before until hearing it now.
He looks over again as James talks about something sticking with him, unable to stop the warm tug of his lips as he continues. The voice of punishing self-loathing in the back of his head was quick to point out that maybe Tim did have a reason to be concerned but- Raylan wouldn't have any need for companionship if Tim hadn't left. What was so wrong in taking the offered comfort that they both wanted and needed? What was so wrong with just being comfortable in their own skin for a few fucking minutes.
The glass was slid over and Raylan shifted in his seat a little to pour James another two fingers.
"Watch out, with talk like that, you might never get rid of me," he threatens playfully as he tops off his cup, eyes crinkling around the edges as he sits back in his chair. The smile stayed, even as teasing nature fell a little back into the soft seriousness of Raylan daring to continue on this two way street of opening up.
"I've been alone a lot and for a long time. And somehow it's. Sharper here. Heavier with no place to run from it. I imagine that's worse in Zero." Flint deserved the visit there, but he didn't deserve to be isolated. Tantamount to torture. He shook his head a little. "I don't wanna be alone. Least not tonight. No need at all for you sleepin' anywhere else either. Floor is uncomfortable as hell an' I know that from experience.." His lips curled a little again.
"Might be weird if brothers shared a bed though an' where I from, incest gets a lotta actual action. Better if we avoid 'brothers'. Hope you know this means that this road works both ways then.. You could use some lookin' out for. That glimmer you mention could use some encouagin' too."
In for a penny, in for a pound, right? He knew in his gut that James wasn't a bad guy. Capable of bad things, yes, just like Raylan was, but full of good intent. Good intentions might pave the road to hell, but they were on a barge meant for it.
There was a respect being given to how shitty it was. He hadn't realized that respect was lacking from some others before until hearing it now.
He looks over again as James talks about something sticking with him, unable to stop the warm tug of his lips as he continues. The voice of punishing self-loathing in the back of his head was quick to point out that maybe Tim did have a reason to be concerned but- Raylan wouldn't have any need for companionship if Tim hadn't left. What was so wrong in taking the offered comfort that they both wanted and needed? What was so wrong with just being comfortable in their own skin for a few fucking minutes.
The glass was slid over and Raylan shifted in his seat a little to pour James another two fingers.
"Watch out, with talk like that, you might never get rid of me," he threatens playfully as he tops off his cup, eyes crinkling around the edges as he sits back in his chair. The smile stayed, even as teasing nature fell a little back into the soft seriousness of Raylan daring to continue on this two way street of opening up.
"I've been alone a lot and for a long time. And somehow it's. Sharper here. Heavier with no place to run from it. I imagine that's worse in Zero." Flint deserved the visit there, but he didn't deserve to be isolated. Tantamount to torture. He shook his head a little. "I don't wanna be alone. Least not tonight. No need at all for you sleepin' anywhere else either. Floor is uncomfortable as hell an' I know that from experience.." His lips curled a little again.
"Might be weird if brothers shared a bed though an' where I from, incest gets a lotta actual action. Better if we avoid 'brothers'. Hope you know this means that this road works both ways then.. You could use some lookin' out for. That glimmer you mention could use some encouagin' too."
In for a penny, in for a pound, right? He knew in his gut that James wasn't a bad guy. Capable of bad things, yes, just like Raylan was, but full of good intent. Good intentions might pave the road to hell, but they were on a barge meant for it.
"Well, you did say your favorite thing is to be a pain in someone's ass. May as well be me... and Roman. You two are permanently paired, right? Poor bastard." It's hard to say if that last bit was for Roman or Raylan.
As he sips his whiskey he falls quiet to listen to Raylan's story as it feels like the other is pouring a little more of himself out onto the table.
"Mn, feeling alone while feeling surrounded and unable to find a place to properly just deal with yourself without eyes on you isn't any better." He shakes his head.
"Sorry, I think that's more the pirate in me, being crew means a brotherhood. But you have a point." He nods, though he's not entirely sure what to call what they have. Friends will have to do for now.
"You let me know when you want to head back over for a good rest. I'll settle in as well, so I'm not waking you up when I climb in."
As he sips his whiskey he falls quiet to listen to Raylan's story as it feels like the other is pouring a little more of himself out onto the table.
"Mn, feeling alone while feeling surrounded and unable to find a place to properly just deal with yourself without eyes on you isn't any better." He shakes his head.
"Sorry, I think that's more the pirate in me, being crew means a brotherhood. But you have a point." He nods, though he's not entirely sure what to call what they have. Friends will have to do for now.
"You let me know when you want to head back over for a good rest. I'll settle in as well, so I'm not waking you up when I climb in."
Raylan huffed a breath but grinned a genuine grin for the half moment it had time to be there amid the rest of his thoughts.
"We are. Please don't kill him without talkin' to me first," he says with a pull of that grin again. "And don't think you're bringin' them boots into my bed either. I dunno about you, but I'm the kinda man that will stay up for a bottle, to my own detriment. It can breathe on the table til mornin', no worries about that."
Still, he took a shallow draft of his as he sat upright again.
"You wanna come to bed, James?" The question was asked with a full faced look - there was no point in shying away from what they were agreeing to. It didn't have to be more than what was offered, but since Raylan was selfishly taking James up on said offer.. He didn't want to beat around the bush.
"We are. Please don't kill him without talkin' to me first," he says with a pull of that grin again. "And don't think you're bringin' them boots into my bed either. I dunno about you, but I'm the kinda man that will stay up for a bottle, to my own detriment. It can breathe on the table til mornin', no worries about that."
Still, he took a shallow draft of his as he sat upright again.
"You wanna come to bed, James?" The question was asked with a full faced look - there was no point in shying away from what they were agreeing to. It didn't have to be more than what was offered, but since Raylan was selfishly taking James up on said offer.. He didn't want to beat around the bush.
There's a salute in agreement to talking to Raylan first before doing anything to Roman. He then raises his brows at the mention of his boots. There's a nod as he pushes away from the table to bend down and unlace everything before toeing them off and setting them aside under the table.
Then finally, when that question is made he pauses briefly, letting the warmth run up his throat a little and twist around in his stomach in exciting ways. He pushes down any of those dirty thoughts that spring up with it, throws the rest of the whiskey into his throat, and nods, rising up. He'll then shrug out of his jacket and throw it on the back of a chair.
"Need any help?" He'd made it to the chair, but could he make it back to the bed?
Then finally, when that question is made he pauses briefly, letting the warmth run up his throat a little and twist around in his stomach in exciting ways. He pushes down any of those dirty thoughts that spring up with it, throws the rest of the whiskey into his throat, and nods, rising up. He'll then shrug out of his jacket and throw it on the back of a chair.
"Need any help?" He'd made it to the chair, but could he make it back to the bed?
"Not with gettin' up," he replies, grunting softly as he uses the table to help leverage his weight up like it was proof. "But I'd rather ask for your help gettin' this damned shirt off than spend the next five minutes fightin' to get it off."
Smiling crookedly, he turns around, already starting to try to peel it off.
"If I snore too loud, feel free to kick me, but I got a feelin' we're gonna fight back and forth about who's gonna be big spoon in all this."
Smiling crookedly, he turns around, already starting to try to peel it off.
"If I snore too loud, feel free to kick me, but I got a feelin' we're gonna fight back and forth about who's gonna be big spoon in all this."
Flint nods, eyes respectfully moving over Raylan's body as he turns his back to him. He'll step in and gingerly sweep his hands over his shoulders to push off the cloth and guide it along as he slowly, carefully shrugs out of the plaid button-up. He'll pull it off him with the same sort of gentle caution, then give a little tug at the white ribbed tank.
"This too?" He asks quietly, wondering how far the other wanted to go.
"Likewise, just elbow me if I snore. And I guess we'll just see which way we fit better together."
"This too?" He asks quietly, wondering how far the other wanted to go.
"Likewise, just elbow me if I snore. And I guess we'll just see which way we fit better together."
A wince, a grunt, a view of the ugly bruising that matches his face lacing up his left side before he pulled out of the shirt, smirking at the tug as he turned around.
"Think I'll keep that on, this time. Keeps the tapin' a little more secure." He couldn't help but glance James up and down, swallowing the unwise suggestion that they lose their pants too, for full comfort. He also couldn't help the reach out and soft tug of James's shirt.
"Get as comfortable as you want," he says, turning to work his way over to the far side of the bed, turning down the blanket. He should probably take his own advice, fingers working at his button to shuck his jeans, leaving him modestly in his undershirt and pale striped boxers. Nothing sexy, nothing risque, just him, a regular dude.
"I promise to keep my hands to myself." Raylan carefully got himself into bed, nestling down into his pillow, hazel eyes watching whatever Flint did next.
"Think I'll keep that on, this time. Keeps the tapin' a little more secure." He couldn't help but glance James up and down, swallowing the unwise suggestion that they lose their pants too, for full comfort. He also couldn't help the reach out and soft tug of James's shirt.
"Get as comfortable as you want," he says, turning to work his way over to the far side of the bed, turning down the blanket. He should probably take his own advice, fingers working at his button to shuck his jeans, leaving him modestly in his undershirt and pale striped boxers. Nothing sexy, nothing risque, just him, a regular dude.
"I promise to keep my hands to myself." Raylan carefully got himself into bed, nestling down into his pillow, hazel eyes watching whatever Flint did next.
He's realizing now that he's not fully prepared for this. He'd left his sleeping clothes in his room. The little tug and the sweep of those eyes tug at something else in him and he has to swallow a little raggedly as his mouth goes dry. He watches Raylan slip out of his jeans, noting the comfortable looking boxers and how nicely they fit on him. He looks away as the other climbs into bed. Modern underwear, as he's found out is a little more revealing than what he's used to. Then again some men wore nothing at all to bed.
He clears his throat as those eyes watch him with interest and he'll hesitate a moment before unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of it revealing the freckle-dappled skin beneath. There's a small half-moon tattoo on his right bicep that even his College version hadn't had yet. He adds the shirt to the chair with his coat. He then undoes his trousers, which are dropped to the floor, and stepped out of. He stoops to pick them up, folding and draping them over the chair as well.
He shouldn't feel so exposed, so naked when he's still in his underwear, glad he wore any at all. And he'd browsed the selection at the wardrobe to find something comparable to what he was used to, but comfortable. Which he'd settled on the tighter boxer brief, that hugged his thighs and ass and cradled his package nicely. It was a solid color, black seemed smart even if he was used to white linen, dirt and such showed much quicker on white cloth.
He moves to the bed, trying to calm his racing heart or ease the nervousness. He'd suggested this, offered it, and yet now that he's about to climb into bed with the man his mind is racing back to that closet. This was meant to be innocent. Like so many nights he'd shared with Miranda when he'd come home to Nassau. Sure, some nights were spent fucking, but most were just to share a bed. To have that companionship so he wasn't as alone as he'd felt in his cabin on the Walrus for days and weeks. To have a warm, soft body to curl up with for comfort.
He climbs into bed with the other, slipping under the sheets and the comforter to make himself comfortable. He'll move in close, tilting his head a little where he remains half-propped up on his elbow.
"What is best for your ribs?"
He clears his throat as those eyes watch him with interest and he'll hesitate a moment before unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of it revealing the freckle-dappled skin beneath. There's a small half-moon tattoo on his right bicep that even his College version hadn't had yet. He adds the shirt to the chair with his coat. He then undoes his trousers, which are dropped to the floor, and stepped out of. He stoops to pick them up, folding and draping them over the chair as well.
He shouldn't feel so exposed, so naked when he's still in his underwear, glad he wore any at all. And he'd browsed the selection at the wardrobe to find something comparable to what he was used to, but comfortable. Which he'd settled on the tighter boxer brief, that hugged his thighs and ass and cradled his package nicely. It was a solid color, black seemed smart even if he was used to white linen, dirt and such showed much quicker on white cloth.
He moves to the bed, trying to calm his racing heart or ease the nervousness. He'd suggested this, offered it, and yet now that he's about to climb into bed with the man his mind is racing back to that closet. This was meant to be innocent. Like so many nights he'd shared with Miranda when he'd come home to Nassau. Sure, some nights were spent fucking, but most were just to share a bed. To have that companionship so he wasn't as alone as he'd felt in his cabin on the Walrus for days and weeks. To have a warm, soft body to curl up with for comfort.
He climbs into bed with the other, slipping under the sheets and the comforter to make himself comfortable. He'll move in close, tilting his head a little where he remains half-propped up on his elbow.
"What is best for your ribs?"
Manners would have demanded that Raylan avert his eyes as James starts disrobing, but too much whiskey and an unconscious bias towards maintaining his manners with womenfolk more than men meant he didn't. With the contrast of young verses full grown and fully developed, who would have guessed that Flint would turn out looking as well built as he was. Aside from the fact that that age created hearty men.
He does look away, into the bed as James starts work on his pants, only stealing an errant, respectful glance at those well fitted boxer briefs as the man climbs into bed with him. James wasn't the only one that felt a spike of anxiety - There was a difference between talking about it, agreeing on it, and doing it in full knowledge and in their right minds.
And now here James was, less than a foot from his face, trying to make him comfortable.
"Tonight? Not havin' any extra dead weight on 'em." He smiles softly, one of those smiles that were only given in bedrooms and safe spaces, lazy and pleased. "So either my side or my back. I usually end up on my back in the mornin's anyway."
His legs shift a little, moving out to bump a knee with James. "I'll move if anythin' hurts, it'll be alright."
Thank you sat unspoken, caught in the back of his throat by worry about what it would look or sound like if he said it right now - even whiskey couldn't stop that panic process.
He does look away, into the bed as James starts work on his pants, only stealing an errant, respectful glance at those well fitted boxer briefs as the man climbs into bed with him. James wasn't the only one that felt a spike of anxiety - There was a difference between talking about it, agreeing on it, and doing it in full knowledge and in their right minds.
And now here James was, less than a foot from his face, trying to make him comfortable.
"Tonight? Not havin' any extra dead weight on 'em." He smiles softly, one of those smiles that were only given in bedrooms and safe spaces, lazy and pleased. "So either my side or my back. I usually end up on my back in the mornin's anyway."
His legs shift a little, moving out to bump a knee with James. "I'll move if anythin' hurts, it'll be alright."
Thank you sat unspoken, caught in the back of his throat by worry about what it would look or sound like if he said it right now - even whiskey couldn't stop that panic process.
"Oh." He clears his throat and nods, "Right, I'll uh..."
He points away from Raylan and slowly turns over to place his back to him. "This'll be easier, less chance of one of my arms striking you in the ribs when I'm sleeping."
Not that he typically moves that much in his sleep, but different bed, and, well, he doesn't realize how much he moves when he's having a nightmare. But either way, it's safer. It feels awkward and there is a soft sinking in his stomach as he's denying himself the chance for more contact. Like they had after spending the night in the closet.
He points away from Raylan and slowly turns over to place his back to him. "This'll be easier, less chance of one of my arms striking you in the ribs when I'm sleeping."
Not that he typically moves that much in his sleep, but different bed, and, well, he doesn't realize how much he moves when he's having a nightmare. But either way, it's safer. It feels awkward and there is a soft sinking in his stomach as he's denying himself the chance for more contact. Like they had after spending the night in the closet.
"Mm," came the hum of agreement as Flint turns over, leaving Raylan to stare at his back and debate if he should move closer. The distance was almost palpable, almost agonizing, halfway towards 'wrong' in a way that Raylan couldn't exactly attribute to how snuggly he got when he was drunk.
'Even if it doesn't happen now, it'll happen in the night, right?'
Raylan scoots a little closer, knees and thighs coming up to bump into and lay against James, leaving a respectful amount of space between his groin and Flint's ass, and ghosts the back of his fingers up the pirate's back. As much as he was assuming, he wasn't trying to be lewd or improper about it. If James didn't flinch away, indicate he didn't want that contact, Raylan slides his hand around his waist, draping his hand over the stretch of his stomach.
"This okay?" His voice was soft now, the quiet bedwhisper of someone trying to not break the peace.
'Even if it doesn't happen now, it'll happen in the night, right?'
Raylan scoots a little closer, knees and thighs coming up to bump into and lay against James, leaving a respectful amount of space between his groin and Flint's ass, and ghosts the back of his fingers up the pirate's back. As much as he was assuming, he wasn't trying to be lewd or improper about it. If James didn't flinch away, indicate he didn't want that contact, Raylan slides his hand around his waist, draping his hand over the stretch of his stomach.
"This okay?" His voice was soft now, the quiet bedwhisper of someone trying to not break the peace.
Flint wasn't comfortable, if he was honest, not with the amount of distance between them when he desired more. Luckily for him, it seemed the other felt the same as he felt the bed dip behind him and heard the soft shift of fabric as Raylan moved to curl up against his back. He hides a small smile, though his spine curls some, and his ribs shudder a little at the gentle, ghosting touch. It's not out of discomfort, however, but as if he's melting into the embrace.
"Mn," He nods with a soft, almost relieved sigh as he gets comfortable.
"As long as you're ok?" He casts a small glance back as one hand moves to trace Raylan's forearm to the hand on his waist. He'll entwine their fingers together to hold him there.
"Mn," He nods with a soft, almost relieved sigh as he gets comfortable.
"As long as you're ok?" He casts a small glance back as one hand moves to trace Raylan's forearm to the hand on his waist. He'll entwine their fingers together to hold him there.
The melt in, the armless of hug of James's back curling towards him helped Raylan scoot his chest forwards so that they were touching there too, fingers tightening with a soft brief squeeze.
"Quickly gettin' there." There was the impulse to press a kiss to Flint's shoulder and one that Raylan managed to repress. That would be a step too far, wouldn't it? Would it?
"G'night James."
It was a good ten minutes later, once Raylan felt them both sink into the bed with the weight of real relaxation that he felt he could whisper what he'd wanted to before.
"Thank you." For being here, for caring, for needing this as much as he did and for not shaming either of them for it.
"Quickly gettin' there." There was the impulse to press a kiss to Flint's shoulder and one that Raylan managed to repress. That would be a step too far, wouldn't it? Would it?
"G'night James."
It was a good ten minutes later, once Raylan felt them both sink into the bed with the weight of real relaxation that he felt he could whisper what he'd wanted to before.
"Thank you." For being here, for caring, for needing this as much as he did and for not shaming either of them for it.
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"Mn, good." He sighs, half drowsy already as he's settled in.
"Goodnight." Hearing his name fall from Raylan's lips was nice if he was honest with himself. Not many folks called him James, just those closest to him. And at this point, Raylan's certainly earned that spot.
He dozes off, only vaguely aware of the soft thank you, whispered at his back that he is too deep in his drift to respond to. He slumbers comfortably, body going boneless and heavy within minutes of his breathing evening out into blissful sleep. But it's only an hour or two before his body starts tensing and twitching and soft grunts of noises are rumbling in his throat. Words that he can't quite utter in his sleep.
Luckily though, when he does wake with a startled gasp, it's with enough wherewithal not to elbow the man behind him. He's covered in a cold sweat and takes a moment to clutch Raylan's hand, moving it to his chest over his heart and curling in on himself as he tries to catch his breath and hope he hasn't woke the other up.
"Goodnight." Hearing his name fall from Raylan's lips was nice if he was honest with himself. Not many folks called him James, just those closest to him. And at this point, Raylan's certainly earned that spot.
He dozes off, only vaguely aware of the soft thank you, whispered at his back that he is too deep in his drift to respond to. He slumbers comfortably, body going boneless and heavy within minutes of his breathing evening out into blissful sleep. But it's only an hour or two before his body starts tensing and twitching and soft grunts of noises are rumbling in his throat. Words that he can't quite utter in his sleep.
Luckily though, when he does wake with a startled gasp, it's with enough wherewithal not to elbow the man behind him. He's covered in a cold sweat and takes a moment to clutch Raylan's hand, moving it to his chest over his heart and curling in on himself as he tries to catch his breath and hope he hasn't woke the other up.
Raylan slipped into his own comfortable darkness, body tucking snuggly against the form in his arms in those few hours, breath brushing rhythmically along James's shoulders. The whiskey and rum meant he was less likely to dream - half the point of it anyway; he had his own nightmares that he worked to subdue - he couldn't relive those agonies.
As drunk as he was, this wasn't a black out drunk and so the latter half of the jerking and rumbling of noises started to pull him up out of it, brain taking a long second and long enough for James to clutch at his hand to roughly guess that something was wrong.
"Hey," he sounds, voice sleep rough as he wraps himself around the pirate, now unthinkingly pressing his lips to the man's shoulder, once and then again before propping himself up on an elbow so he can rest his lips on James's outer shoulder. "It's okay darlin', you're safe. It's alright."
He set another few kisses along James shoulder, just holding him and giving him the space to catch his breath. If James didn't say anything after a few minutes, Raylan would follow up with: "Nightmare? You okay?"
As drunk as he was, this wasn't a black out drunk and so the latter half of the jerking and rumbling of noises started to pull him up out of it, brain taking a long second and long enough for James to clutch at his hand to roughly guess that something was wrong.
"Hey," he sounds, voice sleep rough as he wraps himself around the pirate, now unthinkingly pressing his lips to the man's shoulder, once and then again before propping himself up on an elbow so he can rest his lips on James's outer shoulder. "It's okay darlin', you're safe. It's alright."
He set another few kisses along James shoulder, just holding him and giving him the space to catch his breath. If James didn't say anything after a few minutes, Raylan would follow up with: "Nightmare? You okay?"
Unfortunately for Flint, his demons would no longer be quieted by getting drunk. At least, he had to get himself very deep into a stupor or near to blackout to not dream. He's trembling against Raylan when he feels those lips brush along his skin and the soft, soothing words. He'll give the hand a little squeeze in return but he turns his head away and into the pillow to hide the tears threatening to fall, burning his eyes.
He'd relived the death of Miranda over and over since his return from Flotilla, plagued with her ghost. He doesn't think she means to torment him, but she's there as a reminder and its his mind tormenting itself. He'd woken up this time only to be staring at her lifeless body as if it were laying in bed with them. Cheek pressed to the pillow near his, blood soaking into the cloth. Then those dim, distant eyes moved and focused on him, lips opening without sound.
He shut his eyes tight and curled in on himself just before Raylan stirred and when he opened his eyes again she was gone. He was shaking like a leaf, chest rising and falling with quick, choppy breaths. He's fighting off the need to sob, swallowing everything back because he doesn't want Raylan to see him break. How many nights had he already done this, enough was enough. It was still terrifying.
He just closes his eyes and listens to Raylan's words, feeling his heartbeat against his back and those soft lips and light feathery breaths on his skin. He slowly but surely calms down, lifting his other hand to wipe at his eyes and try to shake it off.
"It's Miranda," He admits. "I see her face... she haunts me, awake or asleep."
He doesn't know if he even told Raylan about what happened to her, "It's still so fresh. Before I died, before I came here she was murdered. I was there. I still feel the warm splash of her blood on my face when she was shot in the head..."
His breath hitches, "You'd think... after being given a year in Flotilla on top of my time here I would've been able to stop seeing her."
He'd relived the death of Miranda over and over since his return from Flotilla, plagued with her ghost. He doesn't think she means to torment him, but she's there as a reminder and its his mind tormenting itself. He'd woken up this time only to be staring at her lifeless body as if it were laying in bed with them. Cheek pressed to the pillow near his, blood soaking into the cloth. Then those dim, distant eyes moved and focused on him, lips opening without sound.
He shut his eyes tight and curled in on himself just before Raylan stirred and when he opened his eyes again she was gone. He was shaking like a leaf, chest rising and falling with quick, choppy breaths. He's fighting off the need to sob, swallowing everything back because he doesn't want Raylan to see him break. How many nights had he already done this, enough was enough. It was still terrifying.
He just closes his eyes and listens to Raylan's words, feeling his heartbeat against his back and those soft lips and light feathery breaths on his skin. He slowly but surely calms down, lifting his other hand to wipe at his eyes and try to shake it off.
"It's Miranda," He admits. "I see her face... she haunts me, awake or asleep."
He doesn't know if he even told Raylan about what happened to her, "It's still so fresh. Before I died, before I came here she was murdered. I was there. I still feel the warm splash of her blood on my face when she was shot in the head..."
His breath hitches, "You'd think... after being given a year in Flotilla on top of my time here I would've been able to stop seeing her."
Raylan had dealt with Tim's PTSD nightmares, the ones from the sandbox and the one from the Entities, the full throated terror of bloodied and helpless, defeated weeping of a broken man. He hated that he had any experience in this and in the same breath, was glad for it. He could recognize the sound of a tear torn voice, even at its edges and simply kept quiet and still, letting James speak as he would.
He had seen a lot of people shot dead. He'd done some of the shooting himself and knew, in part, the traumas that came from it. To even imagine Winona having been shot, or Willa, while she was in the womb-- It would have been devastating.
"Nah.. No, folks don't leave anyone that easily. A year is.. nothin'... Not after we're young." He took a few seconds to just breathe in the smell of James, mulling over how best to put things. "The dead have a habit of stickin' around. Those you love." Those you hated.
"I hear Arlo sometimes. Talk to him. I know it's in my head but.. That doesn't stop it from feelin' real. I'm startin' to think it's what might be defined as unfinished business. It's okay. Natural. She's not here. There's no one here but us." He presses another kiss to James's shoulder.
"One of these nights, you should tell me more about her. Maybe rememberin' her instead of runnin' from her will help put her to rest." He had no idea if that would work, but it was worth a shot. Even if only to help put her away except on the worse nights, where every dark crevasse seemed to yawn open.
He had seen a lot of people shot dead. He'd done some of the shooting himself and knew, in part, the traumas that came from it. To even imagine Winona having been shot, or Willa, while she was in the womb-- It would have been devastating.
"Nah.. No, folks don't leave anyone that easily. A year is.. nothin'... Not after we're young." He took a few seconds to just breathe in the smell of James, mulling over how best to put things. "The dead have a habit of stickin' around. Those you love." Those you hated.
"I hear Arlo sometimes. Talk to him. I know it's in my head but.. That doesn't stop it from feelin' real. I'm startin' to think it's what might be defined as unfinished business. It's okay. Natural. She's not here. There's no one here but us." He presses another kiss to James's shoulder.
"One of these nights, you should tell me more about her. Maybe rememberin' her instead of runnin' from her will help put her to rest." He had no idea if that would work, but it was worth a shot. Even if only to help put her away except on the worse nights, where every dark crevasse seemed to yawn open.
All Flint can do at that moment is listen and nod, drawing in breaths through his nose as his nostrils flared and trying to hold them so he can let it out slow past his lips. It's not just her, of course, he has many ghosts that plague him at night or when he's alone with his thoughts, but she is the one he sees the most when he's awake. Clear as day.
He'll unlatch their hands in favor of carefully and slowly turning over in Raylan's embrace so he can flip to his other side and face the Marshal. He'll sort of slip down a little so he can wrap his arms around his waist and bury his head in the circle of his arms and chest without pressing in on those wounded ribs. He closes his eyes and just breathes, trying to envelope himself in the other to provide some baser comfort to his brain. Surround himself with the smell and the warmth of another. There were nights Miranda had held him like this after the murderous and wrathful things he'd had to do as Flint. Especially those first few nights.
He'll unlatch their hands in favor of carefully and slowly turning over in Raylan's embrace so he can flip to his other side and face the Marshal. He'll sort of slip down a little so he can wrap his arms around his waist and bury his head in the circle of his arms and chest without pressing in on those wounded ribs. He closes his eyes and just breathes, trying to envelope himself in the other to provide some baser comfort to his brain. Surround himself with the smell and the warmth of another. There were nights Miranda had held him like this after the murderous and wrathful things he'd had to do as Flint. Especially those first few nights.
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Raylan lifts and shifts his arms, welcoming a much softer man than the one he'd punched up on deck those many weeks ago into his chest, and using his heel to gently draw James's leg onto his own so they could tangle together. He couldn't do much, but he could be here and let his thumb brush back and forth along the patch of skin near his spine as he rests his lips against the peachfuzz scalp tucked against him.
Maybe the shelter of his chest would give James enough peace to go to sleep and if they laid there silently long enough, Raylan would slip back to it himself, his thumb strokes slowing until it stopped. There was once or twice where it started again as Raylan dipped back up, but eventually, he was still and not eager at all to move from the comfortable entanglement.
Maybe the shelter of his chest would give James enough peace to go to sleep and if they laid there silently long enough, Raylan would slip back to it himself, his thumb strokes slowing until it stopped. There was once or twice where it started again as Raylan dipped back up, but eventually, he was still and not eager at all to move from the comfortable entanglement.
It works like a charm. Being enveloped in the warmth of the other cocooned in Raylan's arms and lulled into a peaceful slumber by the sound of his heartbeat. Flint relaxes and drifts easily and the pair finally get a good night's rest.
The morning comes, bleery and cool and Flint begrudgingly has to disconnect from the welcoming warmth of the other man to drag himself out of bed and get dressed. He's off to work on the repairs for the day, and being when or where he's from, early is the best time to go. But that also means his evening becomes pretty well free and he'll return by sunset to knock on Raylan's door.
They talk and laugh, maybe play a little bit of cards or dice. Flint's brought along a significant book. He lays it at Raylan's bedside and makes him promise not to let anyone else read it. It's his story, written by another version of him by another bargizen he doesn't remember knowing, but it's his soul, bared on it's pages. He's not ready to share it with others yet, not comfortable with the whole of the barge knowing. He especially doesn't feel safe keeping it in the Library after what happened recently.
Once they've drank enough to get sleepy, they'll curl up together in the same tangled position as the night before. Flint tucks himself up under Raylan's chin, if only so it's less likely that his embrace will end up around Raylan's chest. Their legs entwine, with the Marshal's thigh between his own and his arms hold him around his waist. He drifts off, almost easier than the night before, but it seems their second night is fated to be interrupted once more.
Flint's mind wanders of it's own accord, but instead of a nightmare he's given something else entirely. His pulse races as he's taken back to that red-lit closet, feeling Raylan's lips on his own, then trailing all over his body. His grip tightens on the sleeping form in his arms, hands moving south to find handfuls of his ass, pulling his hips in tight. He grinds against him in his sleep as the dream becomes heated and heavy, causing his body to react in the physical world where his cock is pressed against Raylan's hip between very little cloth. His breaths are raspy as he pants against Raylan's chest and moans softly, still ensnared in his lewd dream.
The morning comes, bleery and cool and Flint begrudgingly has to disconnect from the welcoming warmth of the other man to drag himself out of bed and get dressed. He's off to work on the repairs for the day, and being when or where he's from, early is the best time to go. But that also means his evening becomes pretty well free and he'll return by sunset to knock on Raylan's door.
They talk and laugh, maybe play a little bit of cards or dice. Flint's brought along a significant book. He lays it at Raylan's bedside and makes him promise not to let anyone else read it. It's his story, written by another version of him by another bargizen he doesn't remember knowing, but it's his soul, bared on it's pages. He's not ready to share it with others yet, not comfortable with the whole of the barge knowing. He especially doesn't feel safe keeping it in the Library after what happened recently.
Once they've drank enough to get sleepy, they'll curl up together in the same tangled position as the night before. Flint tucks himself up under Raylan's chin, if only so it's less likely that his embrace will end up around Raylan's chest. Their legs entwine, with the Marshal's thigh between his own and his arms hold him around his waist. He drifts off, almost easier than the night before, but it seems their second night is fated to be interrupted once more.
Flint's mind wanders of it's own accord, but instead of a nightmare he's given something else entirely. His pulse races as he's taken back to that red-lit closet, feeling Raylan's lips on his own, then trailing all over his body. His grip tightens on the sleeping form in his arms, hands moving south to find handfuls of his ass, pulling his hips in tight. He grinds against him in his sleep as the dream becomes heated and heavy, causing his body to react in the physical world where his cock is pressed against Raylan's hip between very little cloth. His breaths are raspy as he pants against Raylan's chest and moans softly, still ensnared in his lewd dream.
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Laughter was something that had felt so very far away from until he and Flint had gotten enough in them, the various posturing of before let go in favor of the ease they were building with each other. He hadn't expected Flint to come back, no matter what his hopes might have been, and that didn't stop him from being deeply glad that Flint had. The whiskey, the cards, the dice - Raylan would have been happy to stay up all night passing the time but they did have responsibilities. Both of them.
So Raylan was just as happy to tuck into bed, forgoing any of the awkward politeness that had tinged the night before as he entangles their legs and presses a few innocent kisses to James's head before drifting off into sleep.
The body was an astute and self-aware thing; Flint's grabbing and grinding had woken something up in the back of Raylan's sleeping head, the part of him that wanted, and the Marshal, deep in his own sleep, started rolling his hips in time. His cock twitched and rose, body working it's best to roll and rub his length against Flint's hips for any friction he could get. His own softly breathed moan joins the fray and he's slowly pulled up into consciousness harder than hell and needy.
He knew he shouldn't, knew he should disengage but instead, he slips his hands in between them, tugging at himself, shamelessly aware of his knuckles pressing against Flint's cock at the same time and unable to imagine anything other than James between his legs, having him the way he'd had Flint in collage. Suddenly all he could see was Flint rolling underneath him, begging him to fuck him harder.
His body was largely on automatic, brain quietly sleep fuzzy beyond the driving need to feel that pleasure, to revel in the abandon of their hormones.
So Raylan was just as happy to tuck into bed, forgoing any of the awkward politeness that had tinged the night before as he entangles their legs and presses a few innocent kisses to James's head before drifting off into sleep.
The body was an astute and self-aware thing; Flint's grabbing and grinding had woken something up in the back of Raylan's sleeping head, the part of him that wanted, and the Marshal, deep in his own sleep, started rolling his hips in time. His cock twitched and rose, body working it's best to roll and rub his length against Flint's hips for any friction he could get. His own softly breathed moan joins the fray and he's slowly pulled up into consciousness harder than hell and needy.
He knew he shouldn't, knew he should disengage but instead, he slips his hands in between them, tugging at himself, shamelessly aware of his knuckles pressing against Flint's cock at the same time and unable to imagine anything other than James between his legs, having him the way he'd had Flint in collage. Suddenly all he could see was Flint rolling underneath him, begging him to fuck him harder.
His body was largely on automatic, brain quietly sleep fuzzy beyond the driving need to feel that pleasure, to revel in the abandon of their hormones.
Being surrounded by the smell of the other man, especially as his own body responded in kind with his arousal, only served to fuel the fire. Slowly but surely as his cock got too hard, his need too painful, his mind finally began to pull out of the dream and come into consciousness. He became aware of the soft noises the other was making or the way his body moved against his own and he began to realize, sleepily, that this wasn't a dream anymore. He snaps awake, part of him ashamed of what had happened, but the stronger part of him only felt the absolute need for pleasure, that baser instinct to just get off and get it over with.
Raylan certainly didn't seem to mind, as he turns his eyes from those groping hands to the hazy, horny pair next to him, he could see the want there. Raylan was at least somewhat awake and hadn't pushed him away or woken him up. He'd rolled with it, and he could feel how fucking hard he was from all of it. He'd apologize later.
Instead, the hand pinned under his body moved as he shifted against him, coming up to cup Raylan's face and pull him into a hungry, sloppy, breathless kiss. The other hand moved off that firm ass to reach down between them so he could push the cloth off his hip and pull himself out. He gives a few languid strokes before he squirms his way closer, lining them up and pulling Raylan's hands away so he can wrap his own around both of their cocks. He presses them together, cleft in cleft, smearing precum around as he tugs at them and rocks his hips to create friction.
He moans into their heated kiss before he has to break, lips parted to catch his breath and pant. That hand on the others jaw slips back into his hair and grips at the base of his skull, pushing their foreheads together as he ruts desperate to come. This wasn't that much different from the many times he'd climbed in the bunk of one of the other young navy soldiers he knew. Or when they'd sneak off to mess around in private, letting their hormones drive them wild.
Raylan certainly didn't seem to mind, as he turns his eyes from those groping hands to the hazy, horny pair next to him, he could see the want there. Raylan was at least somewhat awake and hadn't pushed him away or woken him up. He'd rolled with it, and he could feel how fucking hard he was from all of it. He'd apologize later.
Instead, the hand pinned under his body moved as he shifted against him, coming up to cup Raylan's face and pull him into a hungry, sloppy, breathless kiss. The other hand moved off that firm ass to reach down between them so he could push the cloth off his hip and pull himself out. He gives a few languid strokes before he squirms his way closer, lining them up and pulling Raylan's hands away so he can wrap his own around both of their cocks. He presses them together, cleft in cleft, smearing precum around as he tugs at them and rocks his hips to create friction.
He moans into their heated kiss before he has to break, lips parted to catch his breath and pant. That hand on the others jaw slips back into his hair and grips at the base of his skull, pushing their foreheads together as he ruts desperate to come. This wasn't that much different from the many times he'd climbed in the bunk of one of the other young navy soldiers he knew. Or when they'd sneak off to mess around in private, letting their hormones drive them wild.
Raylan murmured a noise of surprise as the hand came up to collect his face, drawing him into a kiss that he met with equal abandon and fervor. He was never any good at restraining himself when things were so.. intimately close and with the memories of their collage selves and the blissful abandon they'd enjoyed in that red-lighted closet, there was no hope of restraint as he twisted his tounge with James's in the kiss.
His body scooted forward as much as it could, cock already weeping precum as his hand is pulled away and there was no argument as their foreheads rolled together, hot breath filling the space between then as Raylan's hips rolled into the stroking.
The shoot of pain from the grip in his hair only has him holding onto Flint more tightly, body thrusting as he moans with each breath. Eventually, the curl of heat in his spine starts to crawl along him, sending his body into a new roll as he encourages Flint's grip.
"Fuck I want you," he admits, kissing Flint roughly as he continues to thrust, soon enough curling back into his pillow with a throaty sound. "Flint. James- ah, please-"
Just don't stop. It didn't matter how much his ribs hurt or how shallow his rough breath had to be. He was at the point of needing to cum, no matter what position they were in.
His body scooted forward as much as it could, cock already weeping precum as his hand is pulled away and there was no argument as their foreheads rolled together, hot breath filling the space between then as Raylan's hips rolled into the stroking.
The shoot of pain from the grip in his hair only has him holding onto Flint more tightly, body thrusting as he moans with each breath. Eventually, the curl of heat in his spine starts to crawl along him, sending his body into a new roll as he encourages Flint's grip.
"Fuck I want you," he admits, kissing Flint roughly as he continues to thrust, soon enough curling back into his pillow with a throaty sound. "Flint. James- ah, please-"
Just don't stop. It didn't matter how much his ribs hurt or how shallow his rough breath had to be. He was at the point of needing to cum, no matter what position they were in.
His knee lifts, widening the space between them so Raylan can push in as close as their bodies would allow, dragging his thigh up the outside of his hip to wrap around him. He grips them firmly, jerking his hand over them a little faster as they both thrust and move in tandem, feeling how the other throbs and jolts in response to his own pulsing as if they were feeding off each other's arousal, not just the friction and desperate movement. He's breathless as the other clings to him, intensely turned on by how intimate and sensual this moment was, clouded and dizzy in his need.
Those words, raspy and vulnerable are enough to make his hips stutter and that firm ball of heat in his belly becomes overwhelming. To hear the other admit he wants him, to hear him beg like that, coupled with the heated memories and being surrounded by him is enough to push him over the edge. It ripples through him like electricity and with a few more strokes he comes, hard between them, slicking up his hand as he keeps rubbing them firmly together to push Raylan into and through his own orgasm.
He's got his arm snaked around his shoulders, clutching him tightly, but being wary of his ribs. His fingers dug into the opposite shoulder and his cheek pressed to the skin at the nape of his neck. He pants, making soft whimpering moans as his hips jerk and his cock shudders to spill the last few spurts of his load. It was a lot more intense than he imagined something so simple could be, but the pair of them were so desperate for some intimacy that it's no wonder this could give them some kind of other-worldly release. He feels like he's floating, the relief is euphoric in its own right. The tension between them since their College days had built up more than he thought. Sure he'd done this a time or two with his navy bunkmates but it was never like this.
"F-fuck." He tries to catch his breath as he just clings to the other in their throes, bodies moving of their own accord until they both start to come down and just breathe together. He trembles in the aftershocks, not wanting to disconnect from the other, enjoying the closeness and the way their bodies just reverberate with one another. He presses his sweat-soaked brow against Raylan's, nuzzling softly and moving in for a slow, sensual kiss once he's sure the other is finished.
Those words, raspy and vulnerable are enough to make his hips stutter and that firm ball of heat in his belly becomes overwhelming. To hear the other admit he wants him, to hear him beg like that, coupled with the heated memories and being surrounded by him is enough to push him over the edge. It ripples through him like electricity and with a few more strokes he comes, hard between them, slicking up his hand as he keeps rubbing them firmly together to push Raylan into and through his own orgasm.
He's got his arm snaked around his shoulders, clutching him tightly, but being wary of his ribs. His fingers dug into the opposite shoulder and his cheek pressed to the skin at the nape of his neck. He pants, making soft whimpering moans as his hips jerk and his cock shudders to spill the last few spurts of his load. It was a lot more intense than he imagined something so simple could be, but the pair of them were so desperate for some intimacy that it's no wonder this could give them some kind of other-worldly release. He feels like he's floating, the relief is euphoric in its own right. The tension between them since their College days had built up more than he thought. Sure he'd done this a time or two with his navy bunkmates but it was never like this.
"F-fuck." He tries to catch his breath as he just clings to the other in their throes, bodies moving of their own accord until they both start to come down and just breathe together. He trembles in the aftershocks, not wanting to disconnect from the other, enjoying the closeness and the way their bodies just reverberate with one another. He presses his sweat-soaked brow against Raylan's, nuzzling softly and moving in for a slow, sensual kiss once he's sure the other is finished.
The past few days had done wonders for what Raylan could and couldn't say, the comfort and boldness of Francis no longer relegated to the dream of memory; the warm buzz of being in a trusted bed, wrapped around a trusted man making it easier for the normally control obsessed Marshal to relinquish it all and let himself go in a way he hadn't since he was young. There was no shame here, no rules beyond enjoying themselves, no room for doubting what he was doing as he works in Flint's embrace and grip.
All Raylan could feel was the stroke of Flint's hand and the way the man's cock swelled and pulsed, spilling and introducing the hot slickness into the grip and more than enough to set the coiled ball of heat at the base of his spine to explode. He shuddered with a breathy, helpless moan across Flint's ear that caught in his throat as he tenses and adds to the hot mess between them, hips taking to their own stunted thrusts for the last.
It was only then that the rest of the room faded back into reality around him, body thrumming a pulse along all of his nerves as he lets out what sounds like a deeply relieved breath, limbs hanging loosely around James's thigh and shoulder. That had been intense and Raylan doubted it really had anything to do with him not being the one pulling at his own dick.
Still starry-eyed and high off it, he breathed in the smell of them, nuzzling James back before tilting into that kiss and sliding his hand up and over his shoulder until he could cup the pirate's jaw, tongue adding itself into it for another taste of his seasalt whiskey and rum mix. A few long seconds of enjoying it later, his lungs still burning with a need for more air than he was pulling in, Raylan broke it with a roll of their foreheads together.
"I'm sorry if I started somethin'," he murmurs, only fractionally worried that their bodies had crossed a line that they hadn't wanted to. Not everyone enjoyed waking up to that, for some reason. "But only a little," he adds with a huff, kissing Flint again more chastely this time, for reassurance, for promise, for the hellva it.
All Raylan could feel was the stroke of Flint's hand and the way the man's cock swelled and pulsed, spilling and introducing the hot slickness into the grip and more than enough to set the coiled ball of heat at the base of his spine to explode. He shuddered with a breathy, helpless moan across Flint's ear that caught in his throat as he tenses and adds to the hot mess between them, hips taking to their own stunted thrusts for the last.
It was only then that the rest of the room faded back into reality around him, body thrumming a pulse along all of his nerves as he lets out what sounds like a deeply relieved breath, limbs hanging loosely around James's thigh and shoulder. That had been intense and Raylan doubted it really had anything to do with him not being the one pulling at his own dick.
Still starry-eyed and high off it, he breathed in the smell of them, nuzzling James back before tilting into that kiss and sliding his hand up and over his shoulder until he could cup the pirate's jaw, tongue adding itself into it for another taste of his seasalt whiskey and rum mix. A few long seconds of enjoying it later, his lungs still burning with a need for more air than he was pulling in, Raylan broke it with a roll of their foreheads together.
"I'm sorry if I started somethin'," he murmurs, only fractionally worried that their bodies had crossed a line that they hadn't wanted to. Not everyone enjoyed waking up to that, for some reason. "But only a little," he adds with a huff, kissing Flint again more chastely this time, for reassurance, for promise, for the hellva it.
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Reality didn't quite fade back in until Raylan was breaking the slow, deep kiss that he'd been thoroughly enjoying. So much so that when the other breaks he's dragging in a deep, lung-filling breath and huffing softly as if he'd run a marathon.
"I'm not." He murmurs in response. Though he had been a little sorry at the start of all this, being the one getting hot and bothered in their sleep and waking the other man up with a hard-on. But he's certainly not sorry for how it ended. He was more relaxed and content than he's felt in a long time. Despite everything he'd experienced as a College Student, it felt like years since he'd anything as good as that. And they hadn't even fucked.
"I think we both needed that." Badly, it seems, if how they're feeling is anything to go by. He's happily sated for now. And he kisses the other gently once more for a little while longer just to enjoy the taste of him and bask in everything.
"I might be a little sorry about the sheets. Or when I'll need to get up and move." Which he should do before things start to dry so he begrudgingly disconnects from the invalid to slip out of bed and go find something to clean up with. Flint washes his hands first, then grabs a towel from the bathroom and throws it at Raylan. He wets a cloth to clean himself before rinsing it out with warm water. He returns with it to sit on the edge of the bed, sitting next to Raylan and laying the warm, wet cloth on his hip.
"How's the ribs?"
"I'm not." He murmurs in response. Though he had been a little sorry at the start of all this, being the one getting hot and bothered in their sleep and waking the other man up with a hard-on. But he's certainly not sorry for how it ended. He was more relaxed and content than he's felt in a long time. Despite everything he'd experienced as a College Student, it felt like years since he'd anything as good as that. And they hadn't even fucked.
"I think we both needed that." Badly, it seems, if how they're feeling is anything to go by. He's happily sated for now. And he kisses the other gently once more for a little while longer just to enjoy the taste of him and bask in everything.
"I might be a little sorry about the sheets. Or when I'll need to get up and move." Which he should do before things start to dry so he begrudgingly disconnects from the invalid to slip out of bed and go find something to clean up with. Flint washes his hands first, then grabs a towel from the bathroom and throws it at Raylan. He wets a cloth to clean himself before rinsing it out with warm water. He returns with it to sit on the edge of the bed, sitting next to Raylan and laying the warm, wet cloth on his hip.
"How's the ribs?"
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There was no stopping the pleased pull of Raylan's lips. Not being sorry was a good precedent to set. His heavy breaths were an easy in to the huff and bob of his head in debatable agreement, eyebrows lifting and falling in a roll.
"Maybe we did," he admitted roughly, trying to not feel a little ashamed for how much he had enjoyed it or writhing in Flint's arms or how much better he felt for it all combined. "I'll handle the sheets tomorrow, but movin'.." He chuckles and ends it in a groaned hum as Flint pulls away.
"Suppose it had to happen, but the sights are worth it." Watching Flint walk away was reward enough for the discomfort and the creeping cold of the air on his skin. While Flint cleaned himself up, Raylan kicked off the blanket and tugged off his boxers to clean up the worst of the mess, smiling warmly at Flint as he ambles back and tossing the boxers towards the bathroom door.
"Screamin' at me for squirmin' that much," he starts as he rolls onto his back and plucks the wet cloth up, efficiently cleaning himself with oddly none of the shame he was feeling before. It wasn't the mess, it was the vulnerability apparently. "You're gonna haveta help me take off my shirt though and you gotta promise not to laugh at the the mechanics of me puttin' on new boxers."
The cloth was similarly thrown towards the bathroom door, ringed hand laid lazily over his stomach as he drapes a hand over Flint's knee, finger equally lazy in it's tracing over James's skin.
"Ya know, I'm not sure which one of us started that but I'll take that kinda wake up over nightmares any day of the week." Waking up to nightmares was not a new thing - Flint hadn't been in his bed long enough for Raylan to have one.
"Maybe we did," he admitted roughly, trying to not feel a little ashamed for how much he had enjoyed it or writhing in Flint's arms or how much better he felt for it all combined. "I'll handle the sheets tomorrow, but movin'.." He chuckles and ends it in a groaned hum as Flint pulls away.
"Suppose it had to happen, but the sights are worth it." Watching Flint walk away was reward enough for the discomfort and the creeping cold of the air on his skin. While Flint cleaned himself up, Raylan kicked off the blanket and tugged off his boxers to clean up the worst of the mess, smiling warmly at Flint as he ambles back and tossing the boxers towards the bathroom door.
"Screamin' at me for squirmin' that much," he starts as he rolls onto his back and plucks the wet cloth up, efficiently cleaning himself with oddly none of the shame he was feeling before. It wasn't the mess, it was the vulnerability apparently. "You're gonna haveta help me take off my shirt though and you gotta promise not to laugh at the the mechanics of me puttin' on new boxers."
The cloth was similarly thrown towards the bathroom door, ringed hand laid lazily over his stomach as he drapes a hand over Flint's knee, finger equally lazy in it's tracing over James's skin.
"Ya know, I'm not sure which one of us started that but I'll take that kinda wake up over nightmares any day of the week." Waking up to nightmares was not a new thing - Flint hadn't been in his bed long enough for Raylan to have one.
Flint sits casually naked and tosses the clean towel he found over the wet mark. They still had to sleep there and both were too hazy and a little sleepy to care about cleaning up properly, so a towel would have to do. He smiles softly at the little affectionate touch on his knee, his free hand coming to lightly trace over the knuckles and wrist.
"Or you could just sleep naked." He shrugs, "No sense putting them on til you need to wear'em again."
He'll tip his head to let his eyes roam slowly over his body as he lays, stretched out and satisfied, looking really damn good and relaxed. He gives his thigh a pat.
"C'mon, sit up then so I can get that shirt off you." He waits patiently and expectantly.
"As for the wake-up, I'll have to keep that in mind." He gives a little lopsided smile. He definitely agrees.
"Or you could just sleep naked." He shrugs, "No sense putting them on til you need to wear'em again."
He'll tip his head to let his eyes roam slowly over his body as he lays, stretched out and satisfied, looking really damn good and relaxed. He gives his thigh a pat.
"C'mon, sit up then so I can get that shirt off you." He waits patiently and expectantly.
"As for the wake-up, I'll have to keep that in mind." He gives a little lopsided smile. He definitely agrees.
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A little adjustment of that thrown towel and they were good to go; It would be enough to keep them dry for the night and Raylan would dutifully do laundry tomorrow. He only had the one set of sheets, anyway. Raylan's features bob, lips curling at the suggestion and the reciprocal soft touches. It wasn't like sleeping naked was showing off anything James wasn't familiar with now.
"Mm," he hummed in acknowledgement, lifting his hand to silently as for something to grip to help him leverage his weight up without using all of his muscle, grunting with a wince and a sharp inhale that was held as they worked the shirt off and he fell back with his exhale. It was easier to breathe when he wasn't bent at all. His ribs were definitely going to need re-binding tomorrow.
"You can toss that with the rest." And then get back in bed, but saying so felt.. weird and needy since that was presumably the plan anyway.
"Mm," he hummed in acknowledgement, lifting his hand to silently as for something to grip to help him leverage his weight up without using all of his muscle, grunting with a wince and a sharp inhale that was held as they worked the shirt off and he fell back with his exhale. It was easier to breathe when he wasn't bent at all. His ribs were definitely going to need re-binding tomorrow.
"You can toss that with the rest." And then get back in bed, but saying so felt.. weird and needy since that was presumably the plan anyway.
Flint will grasp that hand, giving the other something solid to grip onto, gently pulling him up when the other starts to move so as not to jolt or jerk him too quick so that it hurts even more. Once he's upright he'll carefully pluck at the edge of the shirt and lift it off his body, being wary of the bandages as he moves the cloth up and over them, then over his head. He tosses it with the rest where it's piled near the bathroom door.
He'll get up from his spot on Raylan's side of the bed to walk around to his. Only sparing a half-thought at the idea that that was now HIS side of the bed before throwing it into the back of his mind. They weren't an old married couple.
He slips in with the other once more to grab the edge of the blanket and pull it up over them as he scoots in closer and curls up at Raylan's side, snuggling down next to him. He drapes a lazy arm over his belly and drops a kiss or two on the outside of his shoulder as he makes himself comfortable.
"You know... all of this wouldn't be such a pain in the ass if you'd go to the infirmary and get yourself healed up. I heard there are people here with powers to do that."
He'll get up from his spot on Raylan's side of the bed to walk around to his. Only sparing a half-thought at the idea that that was now HIS side of the bed before throwing it into the back of his mind. They weren't an old married couple.
He slips in with the other once more to grab the edge of the blanket and pull it up over them as he scoots in closer and curls up at Raylan's side, snuggling down next to him. He drapes a lazy arm over his belly and drops a kiss or two on the outside of his shoulder as he makes himself comfortable.
"You know... all of this wouldn't be such a pain in the ass if you'd go to the infirmary and get yourself healed up. I heard there are people here with powers to do that."
Hazel eyes followed Flint, off hand already tugging and tucking his legs under the blankets and draping one over Flint's knees as they tuck in and get comfortable. Raylan rests his hand over Flint's forearm, securing him there and giving himself a little range to drift his thumb back and forth in the habitual comfort and self comfort that he could offer.
"Mm," he hums again, in acknowledgement with as deep a breath as he could manage, though it came out stuttered and with a slight groan. "You mean the same people that broke my ribs in the first place or the folk that left Tim with-"
Raylan grips his wrist in a sort of reassurance with an inhale and a shake of his head. "Somehow it ain't fair to take that out."
Not when he'd caused so much pain. He needed to suffer for it and while none of this had been planned, pain was humanity. It was supposed to be the largely inescapable. He didn't deserve to escape from it.
"Mm," he hums again, in acknowledgement with as deep a breath as he could manage, though it came out stuttered and with a slight groan. "You mean the same people that broke my ribs in the first place or the folk that left Tim with-"
Raylan grips his wrist in a sort of reassurance with an inhale and a shake of his head. "Somehow it ain't fair to take that out."
Not when he'd caused so much pain. He needed to suffer for it and while none of this had been planned, pain was humanity. It was supposed to be the largely inescapable. He didn't deserve to escape from it.
He easily tangles their legs together as they get comfortable, his own thumb moving over Raylan's hip. Flint's brow furrows softly as he listens, trying to pick at the sleepy words or to read the tone of them. He doesn't know what happened to Tim, or that tidbit that goes unsaid, he thinks to ask but figures that's something Raylan can tell him when he wants to talk about it.
"Are you saying you want to suffer?" He asks, a little unsure. Because it's not fair not to? That sounds sort of silly.
"One of the first things I learned about you was how much you care about other people, and want to help them or protect them because that's what you do. How are you supposed to keep doing any of that if you can barely get out of bed and dress yourself? And then you'll only beat yourself up more when you can't do your job." Which he imagines is part of what is happening now.
Though he'll lean in a little closer as he lowers his voice, "At the very least, think of the other things we could get up to if you could breathe properly without your ribs hurting."
"Are you saying you want to suffer?" He asks, a little unsure. Because it's not fair not to? That sounds sort of silly.
"One of the first things I learned about you was how much you care about other people, and want to help them or protect them because that's what you do. How are you supposed to keep doing any of that if you can barely get out of bed and dress yourself? And then you'll only beat yourself up more when you can't do your job." Which he imagines is part of what is happening now.
Though he'll lean in a little closer as he lowers his voice, "At the very least, think of the other things we could get up to if you could breathe properly without your ribs hurting."
Raylan stays quiet, glad for the darkness save for the soft lamplight of the streetlamps that he couldn't actually go out and touch anymore. It would hide the faint pinch of his features at the objectively fair questions, his thumb continuing it's brush back and forth as James continues.
He huffs a careful little chuckle, head turning to curl a smile towards him.
"That last one is the first good argument for it," he grins, legs tightening fractionally in something akin to a leg hug.
"As long as I can draw my gun, I can do my job. No one else gotta know how hard it is to put on or take off a shirt 'xcept you and Roman ain't much of a runner. Gimme a few days more an' I'll think about it, how's that?"
He huffs a careful little chuckle, head turning to curl a smile towards him.
"That last one is the first good argument for it," he grins, legs tightening fractionally in something akin to a leg hug.
"As long as I can draw my gun, I can do my job. No one else gotta know how hard it is to put on or take off a shirt 'xcept you and Roman ain't much of a runner. Gimme a few days more an' I'll think about it, how's that?"
"There are a lot of people that aren't afraid of guns, and pulling it means you have to be ready to shoot it, which I know you don't want to do. You'd have any other way if your ribs weren't bothering you." He raises his brows at him and drops more kisses along his shoulder and neck.
"Why do you want to torture yourself so?" It's less about him being stubborn and wondering what the other is feeling or what's going through his head. They've shared so much already and Flint's poured his guts out, it's only fair that Raylan gets the chance to do the same.
"Why do you want to torture yourself so?" It's less about him being stubborn and wondering what the other is feeling or what's going through his head. They've shared so much already and Flint's poured his guts out, it's only fair that Raylan gets the chance to do the same.
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"Mm, that's the secret. I don't draw it unless I mean to kill someone with it. While I'd rather not kill someone, I got no problem addin' someone else to the list. My mouth still works too." He felt like he had a few options there. Even if James was right about the rest of it.
Humming again at the question, the levity seeping out of his tone, Raylan took a long second before answering.
"Part of it feels like cheatin' somehow. The rest.." His hand squeezed softly. "I'm the reason Tim left. The.. everythin' that happened in this last breach. People who break other people's heart should suffer. And before you suggest heartache is sufferin' enough.. I dunno that I should be allowed a reprieve, and you-.. You bein' here can't ease the aches of broken ribs. If you know what I mean."
Humming again at the question, the levity seeping out of his tone, Raylan took a long second before answering.
"Part of it feels like cheatin' somehow. The rest.." His hand squeezed softly. "I'm the reason Tim left. The.. everythin' that happened in this last breach. People who break other people's heart should suffer. And before you suggest heartache is sufferin' enough.. I dunno that I should be allowed a reprieve, and you-.. You bein' here can't ease the aches of broken ribs. If you know what I mean."
"Hey." Flint's brow furrows softly and he pushes himself up onto his elbow to look down at Raylan so he can reach up and gently take his chin and turn his eyes to him.
"You didn't make him leave. That was his choice. And if he didn't love you enough to stay and to talk it out and work through it, then he wasn't worth it from the start." His thumb brushes over his chin.
"And the breach, that wasn't us as we are now, it was different. Not just a whole other version of ourselves in a whole other world, but like a past self from a whole other timeline. Even if we remember and still feel what it was like. It wasn't us. It was a version of us. A version of you that wasn't tethered or didn't know he was with Tim. And if he couldn't handle that? That's on him. It didn't change anything, it didn't change how you felt, or how you're feeling now because of it. It's Tim's loss. You need to stop beating yourself up for things you couldn't have known or done anything about. You don't have to apologize or feel guilty for just living and enjoying yourself while you can." He leans over and gives him a little peck on the forehead.
"You didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to punish yourself."
"You didn't make him leave. That was his choice. And if he didn't love you enough to stay and to talk it out and work through it, then he wasn't worth it from the start." His thumb brushes over his chin.
"And the breach, that wasn't us as we are now, it was different. Not just a whole other version of ourselves in a whole other world, but like a past self from a whole other timeline. Even if we remember and still feel what it was like. It wasn't us. It was a version of us. A version of you that wasn't tethered or didn't know he was with Tim. And if he couldn't handle that? That's on him. It didn't change anything, it didn't change how you felt, or how you're feeling now because of it. It's Tim's loss. You need to stop beating yourself up for things you couldn't have known or done anything about. You don't have to apologize or feel guilty for just living and enjoying yourself while you can." He leans over and gives him a little peck on the forehead.
"You didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to punish yourself."
It was very near physically painful for him to look up into James's eyes and even while Flint moved, he avoided it as he shifted a little in kind, until his chin was taken. There was no ability for him to hide behind distance or the walls and masks he normally sported, not like this, not in this most vulnerable place after what they'd just done. He felt like he was spatchcocked and laid raw but over a barrel, proverbially speaking, Flint wouldn't be where he was exactly if Raylan didn't trust him.
And that somehow made the pirate's words weightier. Steve, Gonou, Stoker - They'd all said some variation of what James was, some less direct, some more sharply pointed but there was a validation amid all the Reasons it wasn't his fault that he hadn't felt before. Maybe it was because James was hitting some high notes that the most childish or most logical parts of him hand poured over, trying to figure out where he was wrong. Why he couldn't understand why Tim couldn't see the way it was, the way reason would see it.
If Raylan were a softer man, it might have even made him cry but the knot in his throat was ineffectively swallowed down as he reaches up to cup James's face, thumb brushing along that well shaped cheekbone.
If I had loved him the way he loved me..
The words wouldn't pass his lips.
Instead, Raylan pulled Flint down as he lifts himself up to meet him, chastely kissing him with a soft intensity that had nothing to do with sex. This was the language he could speak, this soft physical language where he could let out a little of the deep rooted hurt that lived like a wild tree him in, to be able to give over, to give up a little of the hurt to make room for something better.
And that somehow made the pirate's words weightier. Steve, Gonou, Stoker - They'd all said some variation of what James was, some less direct, some more sharply pointed but there was a validation amid all the Reasons it wasn't his fault that he hadn't felt before. Maybe it was because James was hitting some high notes that the most childish or most logical parts of him hand poured over, trying to figure out where he was wrong. Why he couldn't understand why Tim couldn't see the way it was, the way reason would see it.
If Raylan were a softer man, it might have even made him cry but the knot in his throat was ineffectively swallowed down as he reaches up to cup James's face, thumb brushing along that well shaped cheekbone.
If I had loved him the way he loved me..
The words wouldn't pass his lips.
Instead, Raylan pulled Flint down as he lifts himself up to meet him, chastely kissing him with a soft intensity that had nothing to do with sex. This was the language he could speak, this soft physical language where he could let out a little of the deep rooted hurt that lived like a wild tree him in, to be able to give over, to give up a little of the hurt to make room for something better.
Those eyes search Raylan's own after his words, but more come to mind. He can see how the other suffers with this.
"If he cared for you, he'd still be here. Not me." He shakes his head gently but pushes his cheek into the touch.
"And if one Breach was all it took then --" The kiss cuts him off from his speechifying and he'll gladly close his eyes and shut up to be pulled into it. It's a soft, slow, chaste thing, like the first time he kissed Thomas. He massages his lips against Raylan's, kissing him sweetly in kind. His fingers spread out over his jaw and cheek, brushing over the shell of his ear and back through his salt and pepper hair.
Maybe he was just a little fired up on Raylan's behalf, more pissed off that Tim has hurt him like this over something so absolutely stupid. Tim didn't deserve Raylan if that were the case.
"If he cared for you, he'd still be here. Not me." He shakes his head gently but pushes his cheek into the touch.
"And if one Breach was all it took then --" The kiss cuts him off from his speechifying and he'll gladly close his eyes and shut up to be pulled into it. It's a soft, slow, chaste thing, like the first time he kissed Thomas. He massages his lips against Raylan's, kissing him sweetly in kind. His fingers spread out over his jaw and cheek, brushing over the shell of his ear and back through his salt and pepper hair.
Maybe he was just a little fired up on Raylan's behalf, more pissed off that Tim has hurt him like this over something so absolutely stupid. Tim didn't deserve Raylan if that were the case.
The kiss deepened with the spread of Raylan's lips and it would be clear that he was wrapping himself in the softness of the moment before he broke it, keeping their faces close together. He knew he had to say something; he couldn't kiss and charm his way out of being seen and he couldn't deny the knotting cluster of feelings tightening and writhing in his chest.
"Careful there, Captian. I'mma start thinkin' you're sweet on me.." His thumb brushed back and forth, features crumbling into a faint pinch as he continued. "I want to believe all of that. I keep goin' over it all, tryin' to.. Tryin' to see where lookin' at it that way is.. wrong. Where he was right and I'm just too.. I dunno. Alls I do know is that.." He swallows thickly. Going any further was a leap of faith for so many reasons.
"I like you bein' here. Even if you change your mind and don't come back tomorrow, or decide next week that you don't want the company.." Raylan's head shifts a little, thumb brushing over James's lips. "I don't want to feel guilty over what those parts of ourselves did then or anythin' we do now."
The large parts of him that agreed with everything Flint said demanded an answer as to why he should feel guilty. All Raylan had ever wanted was some peace and some company that enjoyed being there with him. Simple. Shame that was so hard to find and since it was, he wasn't gonna take this for granted.
"Careful there, Captian. I'mma start thinkin' you're sweet on me.." His thumb brushed back and forth, features crumbling into a faint pinch as he continued. "I want to believe all of that. I keep goin' over it all, tryin' to.. Tryin' to see where lookin' at it that way is.. wrong. Where he was right and I'm just too.. I dunno. Alls I do know is that.." He swallows thickly. Going any further was a leap of faith for so many reasons.
"I like you bein' here. Even if you change your mind and don't come back tomorrow, or decide next week that you don't want the company.." Raylan's head shifts a little, thumb brushing over James's lips. "I don't want to feel guilty over what those parts of ourselves did then or anythin' we do now."
The large parts of him that agreed with everything Flint said demanded an answer as to why he should feel guilty. All Raylan had ever wanted was some peace and some company that enjoyed being there with him. Simple. Shame that was so hard to find and since it was, he wasn't gonna take this for granted.
Sweet on him? Maybe he was. Would that be so bad?
"You're making it extremely difficult not to be." He murmurs, tipping his face into the touch and kissing his palm.
Later he might reflect on his own words and realize he should really take his own advice. Let alone the rest of what Raylan will admit to him about not wanting to feel guilty for enjoying each other's company, or feeling wrong about feeling any of what they feel for each other in either the soft or steamy moments shared. A lot of his own words come from a place of understanding Raylan's torment, his pain, and his guilt. The words echo not only from his younger, freer more understanding, and more caring alternate self, but from those first moments shared with Thomas. When they first shared a bed and he was soft and slow with him. Reassuring and soothing his own aches over feeling the way he did or the lies society told him about it.
"Losing someone you love is some of the most excruciating pain you can feel. Even more so if you blame yourself for that loss." If anyone knew that pain well, it was him. Blaming himself for anyone and everyone he ever loved, cared for, and lost. Miranda, Thomas, Gates. Losing them had been his fault and he understands how hard it is not to torture yourself over it. He understands, but he also wishes he'd had someone, like this to talk him out of torturing himself over it. He wants to soothe Raylan's pain, the man didn't deserve this. He was a good man.
His lips part as that thumb brushes over them and he can't help but to gently wrap his lips around the tip to suck on it a little. He'll release a heartbeat later, still staring into Raylan's eyes the whole time, still wrapped up around him as he speaks those words.
"I like being here. And I don't want to feel anything else." No guilt for this, nothing but the comfort and warmth and whatever other fluttery feelings are twisting themselves up in his chest. These new and wonderful things that dull out the darkness, the rage, the hurt.
"My only regret is that," His hand ghosts down Raylan's throat and over his clavicles to barely touch his ribs.
"I can't hold you properly like this." He wants to be able to pull him in and hold him close like the other had cradled him the night before after his nightmare.
"I can barely touch you without being afraid to hurt you." That cautiously exploring hand comes to rest on his waist.
"You're making it extremely difficult not to be." He murmurs, tipping his face into the touch and kissing his palm.
Later he might reflect on his own words and realize he should really take his own advice. Let alone the rest of what Raylan will admit to him about not wanting to feel guilty for enjoying each other's company, or feeling wrong about feeling any of what they feel for each other in either the soft or steamy moments shared. A lot of his own words come from a place of understanding Raylan's torment, his pain, and his guilt. The words echo not only from his younger, freer more understanding, and more caring alternate self, but from those first moments shared with Thomas. When they first shared a bed and he was soft and slow with him. Reassuring and soothing his own aches over feeling the way he did or the lies society told him about it.
"Losing someone you love is some of the most excruciating pain you can feel. Even more so if you blame yourself for that loss." If anyone knew that pain well, it was him. Blaming himself for anyone and everyone he ever loved, cared for, and lost. Miranda, Thomas, Gates. Losing them had been his fault and he understands how hard it is not to torture yourself over it. He understands, but he also wishes he'd had someone, like this to talk him out of torturing himself over it. He wants to soothe Raylan's pain, the man didn't deserve this. He was a good man.
His lips part as that thumb brushes over them and he can't help but to gently wrap his lips around the tip to suck on it a little. He'll release a heartbeat later, still staring into Raylan's eyes the whole time, still wrapped up around him as he speaks those words.
"I like being here. And I don't want to feel anything else." No guilt for this, nothing but the comfort and warmth and whatever other fluttery feelings are twisting themselves up in his chest. These new and wonderful things that dull out the darkness, the rage, the hurt.
"My only regret is that," His hand ghosts down Raylan's throat and over his clavicles to barely touch his ribs.
"I can't hold you properly like this." He wants to be able to pull him in and hold him close like the other had cradled him the night before after his nightmare.
"I can barely touch you without being afraid to hurt you." That cautiously exploring hand comes to rest on his waist.
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Not so bad at all and with the press of the kiss into his palm - a gesture that Raylan found hopelessly romantic and sweet - there was less and less debate on if Raylan was going sweet in return. He knew he was. And the best part about it was that James wasn't going to leave him for his secret abusive and cock fighting husband, or steal ten thousand from his daughter. That didn't stop a million other things from being possible, but he felt like the pirate did actually Like him.
Flint had done nothing but prove that he liked him. Who else had ever really wanted to help soothe any aches that Raylan was feeling, in the way they were talking about? He had fully believed Tim when the sniper said that he loved him, but this was what was lacking. There were no soft validations for Raylan, no easily falling into each others arms in the same way he was finding here. No hope that wasn't rooted in the fear of being left again.
There's a twitch of arousal in his stomach as James passingly sucks the tip of the offered digit, making his gaze a little more intense as he speaks. It was liberating to not feel a twist of anxiety, like the next words that would come from the pirate would be damning or admonishing. Liberating to not be disappointed for daring to think it would be. Raylan's breath was a little shallower as Flint's fingers ghost over his skin and he hums softly, lips curling at the edges with an echo of regret in them.
"Now there's an argument for me gettin' healed up," he murmurs. Generally, people wanted him to do the holding. Big man with his big goddamned gun, but right now, he wanted to be held. Wanted to be held the way Flint wanted to hold him.
"I wouldn't mind curlin' up into your chest and listein' to your heart drummin' under my ear. Goin' to sleep to that sound with your arms around me." His hand slid from Flint's neck to run it down his side, draping it around his waist at an angle. "I'll look into tomorrow, how about that. Least for the ribs. Heard somewhere that my face is prettier with a few bruises."
And those would be gone long before the ribs healed on their own.
Flint had done nothing but prove that he liked him. Who else had ever really wanted to help soothe any aches that Raylan was feeling, in the way they were talking about? He had fully believed Tim when the sniper said that he loved him, but this was what was lacking. There were no soft validations for Raylan, no easily falling into each others arms in the same way he was finding here. No hope that wasn't rooted in the fear of being left again.
There's a twitch of arousal in his stomach as James passingly sucks the tip of the offered digit, making his gaze a little more intense as he speaks. It was liberating to not feel a twist of anxiety, like the next words that would come from the pirate would be damning or admonishing. Liberating to not be disappointed for daring to think it would be. Raylan's breath was a little shallower as Flint's fingers ghost over his skin and he hums softly, lips curling at the edges with an echo of regret in them.
"Now there's an argument for me gettin' healed up," he murmurs. Generally, people wanted him to do the holding. Big man with his big goddamned gun, but right now, he wanted to be held. Wanted to be held the way Flint wanted to hold him.
"I wouldn't mind curlin' up into your chest and listein' to your heart drummin' under my ear. Goin' to sleep to that sound with your arms around me." His hand slid from Flint's neck to run it down his side, draping it around his waist at an angle. "I'll look into tomorrow, how about that. Least for the ribs. Heard somewhere that my face is prettier with a few bruises."
And those would be gone long before the ribs healed on their own.
There's a small, triumphant smile at that. Finally, his arguments towards healing have succeeded, and maybe he was a little selfish for the thoughts that followed if the other wasn't wounded.
"Deal." He murmurs and leans in to capture Raylan's lips as a reward, kissing him slow and soft once more to just savor it a little.
"I like your face either way, but I'd prefer without the bruises. You and I have been hurt enough for a lifetime." He shifts back to lay flat on his back and pats his chest.
"C'mon, if you put your head here, your ribs should be alright, less of a chance my arm is dead weight on you." If Raylan drapes himself over him he could still listen to his heartbeat and tuck in with him. He can wrap the arm under him around the back of his shoulders, and the other hand will rest on his thigh.
"Deal." He murmurs and leans in to capture Raylan's lips as a reward, kissing him slow and soft once more to just savor it a little.
"I like your face either way, but I'd prefer without the bruises. You and I have been hurt enough for a lifetime." He shifts back to lay flat on his back and pats his chest.
"C'mon, if you put your head here, your ribs should be alright, less of a chance my arm is dead weight on you." If Raylan drapes himself over him he could still listen to his heartbeat and tuck in with him. He can wrap the arm under him around the back of his shoulders, and the other hand will rest on his thigh.
Raylan hums a note into the kiss, pleased at the agreement and the way Flint didn't hesitate in kissing him so sweetly. The remarks leave Raylan smiling as he shifts, pulling his arm out of the way before it could be pinned underneath and turns a little himself with halting motions.
"Probably two or three lifetimes, an' we still got a long way to go," he only half jokes as he lifts and rearranges the blanket before laying himself down carefully on Flint's chest, slowly relaxing his weight into it to make sure his ribs weren't going to give him any complaints that he wasn't expecting. A second later, Raylan's leg was tucking up over James, free hand and arm draped along the free side of him with as heavy a sigh as he and his sated, agonized body could give.
"I'm gonna end up droolin' on you and I apologize in advance." But it was said with a curl of a smile as his thumb brushed back and forth a few times. James had a strong heartbeat and Raylan had forgotten how good it was to hear one like a drum under him.
"Probably two or three lifetimes, an' we still got a long way to go," he only half jokes as he lifts and rearranges the blanket before laying himself down carefully on Flint's chest, slowly relaxing his weight into it to make sure his ribs weren't going to give him any complaints that he wasn't expecting. A second later, Raylan's leg was tucking up over James, free hand and arm draped along the free side of him with as heavy a sigh as he and his sated, agonized body could give.
"I'm gonna end up droolin' on you and I apologize in advance." But it was said with a curl of a smile as his thumb brushed back and forth a few times. James had a strong heartbeat and Raylan had forgotten how good it was to hear one like a drum under him.
"Mn," He agrees laying himself out and allowing the other to make himself comfortable while he tucks his arm under his neck and pulls him in to hold him against him. One hand gently brushes up the back of his neck and into his hair as he speaks, turning to press a kiss onto the top of his head. His fingers play along his scalp before brushing lightly at the shell of his ear. The other hand splays out over his thigh.
He gives a small, gentle chuckle, holding back a little so as not to jostle the other too much.
"I've had worse, a little drool won't bother me." His eyelids are already getting heavy now they're comfortably tucked in. With luck, his mind will recognize it and be silent tonight.
He gives a small, gentle chuckle, holding back a little so as not to jostle the other too much.
"I've had worse, a little drool won't bother me." His eyelids are already getting heavy now they're comfortably tucked in. With luck, his mind will recognize it and be silent tonight.
Knock Knock Knock
The gentle, rhythmic, and slow rap of knuckles on his door. On the other side Flint is standing in a loose, modern button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of weathered jeans that make his ass look great. He's got a bottle in hand he got from somewhere. Rum, dark, the Kracken or somesuch from some guy named Captain Morgan. Only he knows it's not THE Captain Morgan. But that was beside the point. It tasted good and he needed it. He was already drunk and lonely and his eyes might still be a little puffy. He'd read the note Thomas left, a few times over before shoving it in the Meditations book. He shoved that in a drawer. There was a strong part of himself that wanted to just sit in his room and brood, to wade through the pain alone, missing Thomas. But his note had been very clear.
So here he was outside of the door of the one man on this god-forsaken vessel that he felt safe to absolutely fall apart with. He felt guilty in some ways, about Thomas, about putting this on Raylan. But it's what they agreed to and it's what Thomas would want for him. Someplace safe. Someplace he could find comfort.
The gentle, rhythmic, and slow rap of knuckles on his door. On the other side Flint is standing in a loose, modern button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of weathered jeans that make his ass look great. He's got a bottle in hand he got from somewhere. Rum, dark, the Kracken or somesuch from some guy named Captain Morgan. Only he knows it's not THE Captain Morgan. But that was beside the point. It tasted good and he needed it. He was already drunk and lonely and his eyes might still be a little puffy. He'd read the note Thomas left, a few times over before shoving it in the Meditations book. He shoved that in a drawer. There was a strong part of himself that wanted to just sit in his room and brood, to wade through the pain alone, missing Thomas. But his note had been very clear.
So here he was outside of the door of the one man on this god-forsaken vessel that he felt safe to absolutely fall apart with. He felt guilty in some ways, about Thomas, about putting this on Raylan. But it's what they agreed to and it's what Thomas would want for him. Someplace safe. Someplace he could find comfort.
"It's open," came a drawl, the heavier, longer drawl that Raylan only got when he was yelling or drunk.
It had been a long week. Raylan had gone to the infirmary and gotten healed as promised, but with the trade off of one relief came the return of an old pain. Not a different one, but the one that had been quieter under the company and solace of affection. The contrast was starker than it should have been, him having dealt with this so many times before. He told himself he was silly - the flood would be over soon and Flint might even come back. He hoped he would - but while the man wasn't there, the silence of the room and the busy-ness of his own head was taking its toll.
When James opens the door, he'll find Raylan standing at the far side of the kitchen island counter, fully dressed but untidy without his slept in t-shirt and slightly bed wild hair. He may not have slept that much. He may have also drank far too much while he was awake. He kind of looked like shit, but his face lightened with a crooked smile at who he had just invited back into his cabin. His eyebrows hoist a little, smile curling more as he abandons his whiskey and reading to make his way around the island and closer.
"Welcome back. Nice threads."
He wasn't going to assume much of anything, wanted to let Flint set the tone, but what Thomas had told him ran through the back of his mind. Raylan hoped that those tearstained eyes were because Thomas had left a letter for the pirate and not only because Flint was still so far and separated from the man.
It had been a long week. Raylan had gone to the infirmary and gotten healed as promised, but with the trade off of one relief came the return of an old pain. Not a different one, but the one that had been quieter under the company and solace of affection. The contrast was starker than it should have been, him having dealt with this so many times before. He told himself he was silly - the flood would be over soon and Flint might even come back. He hoped he would - but while the man wasn't there, the silence of the room and the busy-ness of his own head was taking its toll.
When James opens the door, he'll find Raylan standing at the far side of the kitchen island counter, fully dressed but untidy without his slept in t-shirt and slightly bed wild hair. He may not have slept that much. He may have also drank far too much while he was awake. He kind of looked like shit, but his face lightened with a crooked smile at who he had just invited back into his cabin. His eyebrows hoist a little, smile curling more as he abandons his whiskey and reading to make his way around the island and closer.
"Welcome back. Nice threads."
He wasn't going to assume much of anything, wanted to let Flint set the tone, but what Thomas had told him ran through the back of his mind. Raylan hoped that those tearstained eyes were because Thomas had left a letter for the pirate and not only because Flint was still so far and separated from the man.
Flint pushes the door open, takes a staggering step in, and leans on the door frame with a small, lopsided smile. He lifts the bottle of rum to his lips and throws some back as he walks in. Some rolls down his chin in the process and he wipes his mouth. He'll set the bottle down on the table as he approaches Raylan, tilting his head and having a good look at him through slightly shaky lenses as he realizes all his bruising on his face is gone.
"What happened t'yer face?" He jokes, words slurring. "Did you miss me that much?"
When he's within arm's length he'll reach out and tug at his shirt. "How's th' ribs?"
"What happened t'yer face?" He jokes, words slurring. "Did you miss me that much?"
When he's within arm's length he'll reach out and tug at his shirt. "How's th' ribs?"
Raylan's expression immediately curled into more clear amusement at the messing chin whip and slur of the words and it broke into a grin at the tug of his shirt.
"Wow, you're quite a bit further on than I am, ain't you," he says, reaching out to pull Flint in by the waist and turning them with a step so he could playfully drag Flint backwards enough for the door to be in reach.
"All fixed up, as best the infirmary could do. No broken ribs-" He reaches behind him and snags the door with his fingertips, closing it with a pull and turning all of his attention back onto the man in his arms. "Even got my face done, though they left every single wrinkle I asked them to get rid of."
"Wow, you're quite a bit further on than I am, ain't you," he says, reaching out to pull Flint in by the waist and turning them with a step so he could playfully drag Flint backwards enough for the door to be in reach.
"All fixed up, as best the infirmary could do. No broken ribs-" He reaches behind him and snags the door with his fingertips, closing it with a pull and turning all of his attention back onto the man in his arms. "Even got my face done, though they left every single wrinkle I asked them to get rid of."
"Mn, dunno if I believe you." He murmurs, wrapping his arms around the other and plucking at the edges of his shirt as they move to the door to shut it. His hands go up to Raylan's face to tilt his chin and get a good look before his attention is back to his chest.
"Take it off and let me see."
"Take it off and let me see."
Chuckling, Raylan pulls back and smoothly takes off his shirt, casting it to the side before holding out his arms.
"For your further inspection, Sir. But I promise you they did a good job. Didn't even give me any shit for waitin' this long, beyond one snarky comment."
Maybe he should have been slower to acquiesce but he was too happy that Flint was back here, drunk or not, to care.
"For your further inspection, Sir. But I promise you they did a good job. Didn't even give me any shit for waitin' this long, beyond one snarky comment."
Maybe he should have been slower to acquiesce but he was too happy that Flint was back here, drunk or not, to care.
Flint wobbles a little as Raylan pulls back to take his shirt off and he watches with rapt attention, eyes raking over the exposed skin and lower, then back up.
"Hmm," He hums more out of approval than in thought and he doesn't try to hide it. He steps up to him and spreads his hands out around his waist, to slowly sweep his touch up his body. He'll move his fingers back along his ribs to his back, splaying out and down his spine to pull him in flush. He bows his head to nip and kiss at his throat, sloppy and wet, humming a little more. Those hands get bold as they reach down to grab handfuls of his ass over those jeans, grinding their hips together.
It seems as if he's forgotten all about that inspection, too distracted with other drunken thoughts and needs.
"Hmm," He hums more out of approval than in thought and he doesn't try to hide it. He steps up to him and spreads his hands out around his waist, to slowly sweep his touch up his body. He'll move his fingers back along his ribs to his back, splaying out and down his spine to pull him in flush. He bows his head to nip and kiss at his throat, sloppy and wet, humming a little more. Those hands get bold as they reach down to grab handfuls of his ass over those jeans, grinding their hips together.
It seems as if he's forgotten all about that inspection, too distracted with other drunken thoughts and needs.
Raylan hums in return at the brush of hands, his own sliding up Flint's arm and over his shoulders to drape there, only now realizing he had an inch or two on the man. He was enjoying the sweep of hands across his skin way too much, the trails of heat and arousal that followed in their wake and he chuckles as Flint pulls him in. His head tilted to the side, giving him all the access in the world as one hand curls around his head, fingers drifting across the ginger fuzz as Raylan breathes him in.
Groaning softly at the tight grab of his ass, the grinding of their hips, Raylan turns to brush his lips across the shell of James's ear, fingers tightening on him briefly.
"I did miss you, darlin'." His tongue laps out, stealing up Flint's lobe for a gentle nip and tug. "In more ways than one," he continues, hands sliding down Flint's chest to start working buttons loose.
He knew where this was going. He knew he should stop Flint or demure or be a gentleman. But the gnawing hole in his chest had been too sharp and demanding for Raylan to not be near desperate to taste that peace they'd found again.
Groaning softly at the tight grab of his ass, the grinding of their hips, Raylan turns to brush his lips across the shell of James's ear, fingers tightening on him briefly.
"I did miss you, darlin'." His tongue laps out, stealing up Flint's lobe for a gentle nip and tug. "In more ways than one," he continues, hands sliding down Flint's chest to start working buttons loose.
He knew where this was going. He knew he should stop Flint or demure or be a gentleman. But the gnawing hole in his chest had been too sharp and demanding for Raylan to not be near desperate to taste that peace they'd found again.
Flint hums and hisses softly at the gentle nip and tug at his ear, and those words send ripples of arousal through him. His hands moved off Raylan's ass to help with his shirt. He shrugs out of it eagerly before those hands go back on Raylan, making quick work of opening his button and fly so he can slip his fingers in around the edge of his jeans, sweeping back along the curve of those slender hips to dip in and grab his bare ass.
All the while he's tipped his chin up to capture Raylan's mouth, hungrily kissing him with tongue as they slowly move back towards the bed till his knees hit the edge.
All the while he's tipped his chin up to capture Raylan's mouth, hungrily kissing him with tongue as they slowly move back towards the bed till his knees hit the edge.
Raylan helps shove it off, his own hands eager to spread over Flint's shoulder, the other going back around his neck, hips pulling back to give his space but so he can roll his body against Flint's as they move. The kiss was good, something to ground him as he messily returned it, as they moved like they were being pulled by gravity towards the bed. He couldn't help chuckling into the kiss as they bump gracelessly into the bed frame, but he didn't stop and pushed himself forwards, sending both their weight onto the bed. He caught half of his on one hand, lips eagerly closing the space the fall made to kiss him again for a long moment.
Then he moved, lips roughly, hastily making their way down Flint's neck, nipping again at his collar bone as his hands worked between them, tugging at Flint's jean button and zipper as his mouth leaves a wet streak down his chest. Already panting softly, Raylan pulls back to push to his feet and toe off his boots, hands pushing his undone jeans down and off.
"Get off your shoes so we can get you naked the way yer supposed to be," he says as he kicks his jeans off to the side, helpful hands going to help finish stripping James down bare.
Then he moved, lips roughly, hastily making their way down Flint's neck, nipping again at his collar bone as his hands worked between them, tugging at Flint's jean button and zipper as his mouth leaves a wet streak down his chest. Already panting softly, Raylan pulls back to push to his feet and toe off his boots, hands pushing his undone jeans down and off.
"Get off your shoes so we can get you naked the way yer supposed to be," he says as he kicks his jeans off to the side, helpful hands going to help finish stripping James down bare.
There's a low, playful growl when he's pushed down and under the other, but he goes right back to kissing him with more passion and fervor. His body arches up into the touch and feel of Raylan over him. His hands drag his fingers up his spine as the other moves down his throat. He pants, breaths raspy and cock aching, giving a sigh of relief as his jeans come open.
When Raylan pulls away he follows, sitting up and nodding, bending to pull off his boots as the other gets naked. There's a bit of a headrush from all the up and down whip of it but he'll lean back on his hands as Raylan grabs at his jeans and yanks them down. He lifts his ass to help, and when he's finally free of all his clothes he reaches for the other to pull him in. His lips and teeth go to Raylan's belly, moving over the shell of his hip before licking a stripe up his side. He kisses his way back up to his sternum, hands moving over his thighs before finally palming his cock.
He's a little too tipsy to try sucking cock, so he looks up at the other instead, toying with a nipple by rounding the tip of his tongue around it and capturing it in his lips. Those hands go right back around his hips to pull him down, laying back so the other is on top. Lips and tongue go right back to his neck, along his pulse to his jaw, finding their way back to his lips.
When Raylan pulls away he follows, sitting up and nodding, bending to pull off his boots as the other gets naked. There's a bit of a headrush from all the up and down whip of it but he'll lean back on his hands as Raylan grabs at his jeans and yanks them down. He lifts his ass to help, and when he's finally free of all his clothes he reaches for the other to pull him in. His lips and teeth go to Raylan's belly, moving over the shell of his hip before licking a stripe up his side. He kisses his way back up to his sternum, hands moving over his thighs before finally palming his cock.
He's a little too tipsy to try sucking cock, so he looks up at the other instead, toying with a nipple by rounding the tip of his tongue around it and capturing it in his lips. Those hands go right back around his hips to pull him down, laying back so the other is on top. Lips and tongue go right back to his neck, along his pulse to his jaw, finding their way back to his lips.
Flint's sounds and the way his hands dragged over Raylan's shoulders served to make him greedier for getting the pirate spread and moaning, but getting to take his jeans off was it's own unique kind of fun. Drawn in, Raylan spreads his hands over Flint's shoulder, one coming back to firmly cradle his head as he moved, hazel eyes dark and suggestive, breath shuddering with a twitch of his stomach at the graze of teeth and lips and turning into a sharp inhale at the stripe of wet up his side. The shudder turned full body when Flint palms his already hard length and he groans at the adoring attention as he's pulled back down.
He came more than willingly, hand that wasn't bearing his weight sliding down Flint's bare thigh so he could pull it up onto his hip, grinding their cocks into the flesh press of their stomach as his lips found his again, tongue messily making it's way in to twist and wrestle with Flint's. When his lungs burned, Raylan broke it, hand sliding up to Flint's nipple to pluck at it as he spoke huskily.
"I got lube but I didn't think to look for condoms. That gonna be an issue?" He doubted it would be, drunk and eager as they both were, but if it was - well, Raylan could force himself to go see if the commissary was even open.
He came more than willingly, hand that wasn't bearing his weight sliding down Flint's bare thigh so he could pull it up onto his hip, grinding their cocks into the flesh press of their stomach as his lips found his again, tongue messily making it's way in to twist and wrestle with Flint's. When his lungs burned, Raylan broke it, hand sliding up to Flint's nipple to pluck at it as he spoke huskily.
"I got lube but I didn't think to look for condoms. That gonna be an issue?" He doubted it would be, drunk and eager as they both were, but if it was - well, Raylan could force himself to go see if the commissary was even open.
There are muffled little groans pressed into their mouths as they furiously make out. His thigh easily goes where it's guided to hook around a slender hip as their bodies press and roll together making him gasp and moan. He's painfully hard well before Raylan finally comes up for air and he's arching under him with each roll of his hips making desperate, breathy noises. One hand still holds a firm handful of ass, opposite where his leg is wrapped around him. The other hand digs his fingers into Raylan's back as they rut.
There's a quick shake of his head at the question, "No, I don't care." He pants, breathless. His head is spinning with the alcohol and arousal, he's not really thinking or caring. Those things can be for future Flint to worry about. And he's also not really worried too much about the mechanics of top or bottom either. Maybe he should be, but all his feral brain wants is release and to not think for a little while. To not fucking care for a little while. At least Raylan doesn't have much to worry about, Flint didn't fuck whores, he rarely fucked at all and it was really only Miranda on occasion. So he's one of the cleanest pirates in existance.
There's a quick shake of his head at the question, "No, I don't care." He pants, breathless. His head is spinning with the alcohol and arousal, he's not really thinking or caring. Those things can be for future Flint to worry about. And he's also not really worried too much about the mechanics of top or bottom either. Maybe he should be, but all his feral brain wants is release and to not think for a little while. To not fucking care for a little while. At least Raylan doesn't have much to worry about, Flint didn't fuck whores, he rarely fucked at all and it was really only Miranda on occasion. So he's one of the cleanest pirates in existance.
All Raylan ever really needed was a green flag.
Pulling back but leaving their hips together, Raylan hand walks himself close enough to messily get into his beside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of baby oil. There was no debate about how this was going to go - Flint was too drunk to Drive and Raylan was too hungry for the touch, the affection no matter how rough they would get.
It didn't hurt that in the nights that Flint had been gone that Raylan had spent too much time thinking about what Flint looks like freely unencumbered by anything.
The cap was spun off and Raylan pushes back further, using his knees on the edge of the bed as he fills his hand and quickly smears it around their cocks, stroking both in his fist before pulling back a little more. "Spread for me darlin'."
Once James had, Raylan would stream some oil between them, growling softly in appreciation of the view as he shifts to use his cockhead to smear it around Flint's hole. He didn't wait to recap the bottle; he looks at James from under his eyelashes and starts pushing in.
It wouldn't take but a second to screw the cap back on but this had to come first. Some gentle invasion, some physical connection beyond their skin touching.
Pulling back but leaving their hips together, Raylan hand walks himself close enough to messily get into his beside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of baby oil. There was no debate about how this was going to go - Flint was too drunk to Drive and Raylan was too hungry for the touch, the affection no matter how rough they would get.
It didn't hurt that in the nights that Flint had been gone that Raylan had spent too much time thinking about what Flint looks like freely unencumbered by anything.
The cap was spun off and Raylan pushes back further, using his knees on the edge of the bed as he fills his hand and quickly smears it around their cocks, stroking both in his fist before pulling back a little more. "Spread for me darlin'."
Once James had, Raylan would stream some oil between them, growling softly in appreciation of the view as he shifts to use his cockhead to smear it around Flint's hole. He didn't wait to recap the bottle; he looks at James from under his eyelashes and starts pushing in.
It wouldn't take but a second to screw the cap back on but this had to come first. Some gentle invasion, some physical connection beyond their skin touching.
James groans softly as the rutting slows to a stop so that Raylan can lean over and get the lube. He lays under the other, cock throbbing and head spinning, running his hands all over his body. Those palms spread out up his belly, over his chest and shoulders, back along his ribs, then up and down his spine to dig his fingers into the top of his ass and small of his back as the other moves. He'll let him go when he sits back to pour oil on them, moaning and rocking into the slick fist as he strokes them both.
It's fleeting, but he can't deny now those words twist in his belly and make his cock bounce against his stomach with need. There's a brief thought back to when Raylan had told him to spread'em to be frisked, and if that happened now there would be a completely different response. He swallows and lays back, pulling his knees up to spread his thighs and angle his ass, curling a little at the waist. He's not nearly as limber as his College counterpart but he grips the backs of his knees to hold his legs up. He worries his bottom lip at the feel of that cool slickness, or the tease of his cockhead over his hole, keeping heated eyes locked on Raylan's the entire time.
He's zeroed in on the other to keep the thoughts from flooding in, from making him feel guilty for giving this to someone else. He doesn't want to think about Thomas right now. He doesn't want to think about anything but the man easing into his body. His lips part as his head tips back, moaning softly at the slight but welcome discomfort. It's been much longer for him than it has been for his College counterpart so he's tight but eager. He hisses but breathes through it and forces his body to relax, and it's not long until his body is adjusting and welcoming the other in deeper.
It's fleeting, but he can't deny now those words twist in his belly and make his cock bounce against his stomach with need. There's a brief thought back to when Raylan had told him to spread'em to be frisked, and if that happened now there would be a completely different response. He swallows and lays back, pulling his knees up to spread his thighs and angle his ass, curling a little at the waist. He's not nearly as limber as his College counterpart but he grips the backs of his knees to hold his legs up. He worries his bottom lip at the feel of that cool slickness, or the tease of his cockhead over his hole, keeping heated eyes locked on Raylan's the entire time.
He's zeroed in on the other to keep the thoughts from flooding in, from making him feel guilty for giving this to someone else. He doesn't want to think about Thomas right now. He doesn't want to think about anything but the man easing into his body. His lips part as his head tips back, moaning softly at the slight but welcome discomfort. It's been much longer for him than it has been for his College counterpart so he's tight but eager. He hisses but breathes through it and forces his body to relax, and it's not long until his body is adjusting and welcoming the other in deeper.
Those hands roaming him, appreciating everything they could reach, was intoxicating. Just as living out Francis's passing collage fantasies were. There'd been a lewd primal need to be slick against the pirate, to see him come undone and be taken over by one of the only thing grown men welcomed taking them over. It was the best way to escape how much he had missed James's company and the way his lips turned up in a smirk or the way his brow furrowed when he was considering something or-
Once he's gently bullied his way past the ring of tight resistance, groaning under his breath, he forces himself still, giving James a chance to adjust and him just enough time to cap the bottle and toss it on the pillows. With his hands free, he spread his hands down and back up James's thighs, palms strong and slick, he leaned his hips into it, pushing slowly as he watches his lover's face for any sign he should stop. But with a careful shallow thrust or two, he was buried root deep and fully shuddered with a faint roll back of his head and a murmured, "Fuck."
Tucking his hands into the crook of one of Flint's leg, he gently brushes the fingers holding the second away so he could guide it out to the side a little. The position James had rolled himself into looked.. a little uncomfortable. Once that was done, he flashes James a roughish smile and starts moving in long, slow thrusts.
Once he's gently bullied his way past the ring of tight resistance, groaning under his breath, he forces himself still, giving James a chance to adjust and him just enough time to cap the bottle and toss it on the pillows. With his hands free, he spread his hands down and back up James's thighs, palms strong and slick, he leaned his hips into it, pushing slowly as he watches his lover's face for any sign he should stop. But with a careful shallow thrust or two, he was buried root deep and fully shuddered with a faint roll back of his head and a murmured, "Fuck."
Tucking his hands into the crook of one of Flint's leg, he gently brushes the fingers holding the second away so he could guide it out to the side a little. The position James had rolled himself into looked.. a little uncomfortable. Once that was done, he flashes James a roughish smile and starts moving in long, slow thrusts.
Flint's heated, blown, and glossy gaze was drinking in the way Raylan looked over him as he pushed into his body with restrained ease. He gave soft, puffed noises of pleasure with each roll of those hips, encouraging but distracted with committing the sight of Raylan's relieved enjoyment to memory. As the other grips one leg, but guides the other, he'll wrap his thigh around his waist and hook his heel under his ass. His hands fall to the bed briefly, shifting under the other as Raylan starts to slowly fuck him, punctuating each thrust with a moan.
Again he's busy just being enamored by the beautiful man above him, moving in him. It lasts a few heartbeats of just feeling each other as one before he's reaching for Raylan to pull him down, fisting a hand in his hair as he leans up to meet him and capture his mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss. His tongue presses in to twist in a mimicry of what their bodies are doing. It's deliciously overwhelming, and he knows it won't take much for him to come undone. Not after it's been so long, his stamina isn't the same, he's too starved for it to have much control. Beads of precum already leaking from the tip of his cock onto his belly.
Again he's busy just being enamored by the beautiful man above him, moving in him. It lasts a few heartbeats of just feeling each other as one before he's reaching for Raylan to pull him down, fisting a hand in his hair as he leans up to meet him and capture his mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss. His tongue presses in to twist in a mimicry of what their bodies are doing. It's deliciously overwhelming, and he knows it won't take much for him to come undone. Not after it's been so long, his stamina isn't the same, he's too starved for it to have much control. Beads of precum already leaking from the tip of his cock onto his belly.
The soundscape of Flint, of them both, were going to live in the back of his head for as long as the Barge would let him, and there was a selfish part of him that wondered how many he could elicit from Flint, how many nights they could twist themselves into pleasure to avoid the pain. Before his devolved thoughts could get much further, Flint was reaching for him and there was no hesitation in him leaning down, hands already shifting to move his weight as he hums a moan into the kiss.
Weight splayed on one hand in the bed, Raylan's tongue wrestles with his, hips picking up pace to a nice steady rhythm as his hand settles somewhere on the low of Flint's side, fingers denting in as he starts to fuck harder. It all felt desperate and needy and perfectly messily impulsive. Breaking the kiss with a roll of his head, Raylan's senses narrowed down to Flint's clutch and embrace as they panted into each other's shoulders, hips driving now with the weight and speed of a man working steadily towards his own ends. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room to pair against their sounds and Raylan nuzzled his way into to prop his head on his shoulder as he let nothing in the world exist except them.
It was all about Flint enjoying himself; when he went over the edge, Raylan would follow, too drunk to have the stamina to survive that kind of clenching pleasure with a drive for more.
Weight splayed on one hand in the bed, Raylan's tongue wrestles with his, hips picking up pace to a nice steady rhythm as his hand settles somewhere on the low of Flint's side, fingers denting in as he starts to fuck harder. It all felt desperate and needy and perfectly messily impulsive. Breaking the kiss with a roll of his head, Raylan's senses narrowed down to Flint's clutch and embrace as they panted into each other's shoulders, hips driving now with the weight and speed of a man working steadily towards his own ends. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room to pair against their sounds and Raylan nuzzled his way into to prop his head on his shoulder as he let nothing in the world exist except them.
It was all about Flint enjoying himself; when he went over the edge, Raylan would follow, too drunk to have the stamina to survive that kind of clenching pleasure with a drive for more.
The world was spinning by the time the kiss broke and he wraps himself around the other, holding on for dear life. The noises the other pulls from him with the rise of his clip from driving to absolutely punishing nearly surprise him. He's keening and unbidden, fingers gripping tight in the hair at the back of his head or digging in near his spine. His thighs widen to give those hips room to slam into him, the cacophony of sex filling the room. It's glorious and perfect, in all its drunken, sloppy, and blind lust.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's aware of how well they fit together or how perfectly close they are in this, completely wrapped up in one another until it's hard to tell where one begins and the other ends. He wouldn't have it any other way, panting and breathless in the crook of Raylan's neck, crying out for more, grunting, animalistic and sensual. Nothing else existed, just this, just them, filling him and drowning out anything and everything else.
It hits him hard, despite the dulling effects of the alcohol in his veins fighting off his reason or care. His body is absolutely on fire, while electricity rips through his every nerve and sets him alight. His thighs tighten around that slim waist as his body clenches and rocks with his orgasms, shuddering in his throes. He bites down on the shoulder under his lips to muffle the desperate cry, but unlatches a moment later to pant and murmur more noises of praise and ecstasy across his skin. He paints his belly, feeling the other stutter and fill him a short moment after. Along with those bite marks will be red, angry lines across his back from dull, short nails.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's aware of how well they fit together or how perfectly close they are in this, completely wrapped up in one another until it's hard to tell where one begins and the other ends. He wouldn't have it any other way, panting and breathless in the crook of Raylan's neck, crying out for more, grunting, animalistic and sensual. Nothing else existed, just this, just them, filling him and drowning out anything and everything else.
It hits him hard, despite the dulling effects of the alcohol in his veins fighting off his reason or care. His body is absolutely on fire, while electricity rips through his every nerve and sets him alight. His thighs tighten around that slim waist as his body clenches and rocks with his orgasms, shuddering in his throes. He bites down on the shoulder under his lips to muffle the desperate cry, but unlatches a moment later to pant and murmur more noises of praise and ecstasy across his skin. He paints his belly, feeling the other stutter and fill him a short moment after. Along with those bite marks will be red, angry lines across his back from dull, short nails.
He loved the tight, moving grip across his skin and hair, and the smell of the heat and sex. This was one of his favorite ways to truly shut off his brain for a few minutes and there was a reason he was good at it.
The bite on his shoulder, the clawing on his back earns a louder sound of approval as his body works, hard and frantic against that strong leg around him, to his own blinding end with a slam and a tensing of his whole frame, the muscles under all his leanness standing out. After what felt like a blissful forever and with a few more stuttered thrusts, Raylan relaxes with a panted "Goddamn," across James's shoulder, but doesn't quite yet open his eyes or go anywhere.
He wanted to soak up the feeling drumming through his body, the way he could feel James's heartbeat under his own, the way he didn't feel bad at all for this arguable break in control or manners.
A few, soft kisses were peppered over the freckled skin as his hips pull back enough for them to decouple, but his weight sank back in as he props himself onto his elbows so he could look down into Flint's face, off hand lifting to stroke his cheek down to his chin so Raylan could hold it steady as he came down for a soft, gently kiss - a stark contrast to the fevered intensity of their fucking.
"You came back," he whispers over his lips, with a sound of quiet awe in his voice.
The bite on his shoulder, the clawing on his back earns a louder sound of approval as his body works, hard and frantic against that strong leg around him, to his own blinding end with a slam and a tensing of his whole frame, the muscles under all his leanness standing out. After what felt like a blissful forever and with a few more stuttered thrusts, Raylan relaxes with a panted "Goddamn," across James's shoulder, but doesn't quite yet open his eyes or go anywhere.
He wanted to soak up the feeling drumming through his body, the way he could feel James's heartbeat under his own, the way he didn't feel bad at all for this arguable break in control or manners.
A few, soft kisses were peppered over the freckled skin as his hips pull back enough for them to decouple, but his weight sank back in as he props himself onto his elbows so he could look down into Flint's face, off hand lifting to stroke his cheek down to his chin so Raylan could hold it steady as he came down for a soft, gently kiss - a stark contrast to the fevered intensity of their fucking.
"You came back," he whispers over his lips, with a sound of quiet awe in his voice.
"Mmmn," He hums, completely content and high off the sex. He holds Raylan close, bodies thrumming and throbbing with their still racing hearts only just starting to slow. His veins feel full of molten lava, his extremities feel tingly and his thighs are trembling. He doesn't think he could move if he wanted to right about now. It feels good, so incredibly good, even with the other still deep inside him. There's a soft noise of discomfort when he eventually pulls out but he's glad the other doesn't roll over out of his arms.
He smiles softly at the little kisses dappling his skin and presses his cheek into the touch. He'll kiss the other slow and gentle in kind, tasting him as if for the first time and just savoring every bit of it. To his words though he can't help but give a little chuckle.
"Of course I did, I promised I would. A few days later than intended but here I am." He nuzzles him lightly and plants a peck at the corner of his lips, then down along his jaw. One hand raises to comb through his hair fondly, the other spreading down the small of his back, where he still lays between his thighs.
"I don't want to move, but we might stick together before long..."
He smiles softly at the little kisses dappling his skin and presses his cheek into the touch. He'll kiss the other slow and gentle in kind, tasting him as if for the first time and just savoring every bit of it. To his words though he can't help but give a little chuckle.
"Of course I did, I promised I would. A few days later than intended but here I am." He nuzzles him lightly and plants a peck at the corner of his lips, then down along his jaw. One hand raises to comb through his hair fondly, the other spreading down the small of his back, where he still lays between his thighs.
"I don't want to move, but we might stick together before long..."
"Slightly more bruised than when you left, I see," he notes, fingers ghosting over the bruises. Now that he had more or less caught his breath, he was more than happy to languish in the attention of Flint's hands. This was more familiar than it should be and totally new all at once, both thrilling, and terrifying him just a little.
"Just wanted to match, huh? An' here I went to get it all cleaned up." It had all be because of what James had said. Not for this - the sex, however amazing it had been for a drunk quickie.
Quirking his lips, he glances down between them with a rolling lift of his eyebrows, smirk splitting into a crooked grin as he looks back into James face. "If you think those strong ass legs of yours can hold up in my shitty shower, I suggest we take this all in there. Might sober you up a little and you can tell me what happened to your face, hmm?"
"Just wanted to match, huh? An' here I went to get it all cleaned up." It had all be because of what James had said. Not for this - the sex, however amazing it had been for a drunk quickie.
Quirking his lips, he glances down between them with a rolling lift of his eyebrows, smirk splitting into a crooked grin as he looks back into James face. "If you think those strong ass legs of yours can hold up in my shitty shower, I suggest we take this all in there. Might sober you up a little and you can tell me what happened to your face, hmm?"
Maybe it was some of the supernatural weirdness that messed with things, but the solid strike he'd got from Min Gang had healed enough to leave some bruising behind. It's a miracle his lip didn't split open again with their heavy make-out, not that he believes that would've deterred either of them. A little coppery taste in the heat of things can be sort of hot.
"Mn," He turns his head to kiss the palm of the hand touching his face, "I got into it with Pagan's Dad. That fucker deserved to have his nose broken. Least it was a little fun, he fought back. Wouldn't have been as entertaining otherwise." As for the rest? He shifts a little, wiggling his toes and trying to get the feeling back.
"I'll get there, somehow, that idea sounds too good to pass up."
"Mn," He turns his head to kiss the palm of the hand touching his face, "I got into it with Pagan's Dad. That fucker deserved to have his nose broken. Least it was a little fun, he fought back. Wouldn't have been as entertaining otherwise." As for the rest? He shifts a little, wiggling his toes and trying to get the feeling back.
"I'll get there, somehow, that idea sounds too good to pass up."
There it was again, the little tug on his heartstrings. Flint really should stop being so dangerous. For both their sakes. Whatever this was, whatever they had, it worked right now. It worked well enough that his subconcious had already started growing some claws; sharp reminders of reality that he had to hope would hold him back.
"So long as it's a little punchin' and not a little hoistin'. Trust me." He knew well enough, not even knowing what Pagan's dad might have been on about. But Pagan or his father weren't here right now, so Raylan wasn't inclined to spend any effort of thought on them. He'd rather hum his approval, steal one more chaste, almost playful kiss before pulling back and up suddenly. He was nothing if not a resilient man.
His left hand was offered out with a smooth, charming smile. "My good sir," he invites, doing a fair job of tamping down his accent to something that might, with work, be a sad sad parody of Flint's very soft highbrow accent. The good news was that it leaned more general American than not.
"So long as it's a little punchin' and not a little hoistin'. Trust me." He knew well enough, not even knowing what Pagan's dad might have been on about. But Pagan or his father weren't here right now, so Raylan wasn't inclined to spend any effort of thought on them. He'd rather hum his approval, steal one more chaste, almost playful kiss before pulling back and up suddenly. He was nothing if not a resilient man.
His left hand was offered out with a smooth, charming smile. "My good sir," he invites, doing a fair job of tamping down his accent to something that might, with work, be a sad sad parody of Flint's very soft highbrow accent. The good news was that it leaned more general American than not.
"I thought about it." He admits, "Punched him twice and he backed off. I let him go." See? He listens. Folks are getting through to him. It's not his fight anyway. He just wanted to punch the fucking homophobic, abusive sack of shit.
He quiets when Raylan steals a chaste kiss and hums softly into it like it's the most delicious thing he's tasted. But there's a soft noise of disapproval when the other pulls away and gets up, leaving him feeling cold and exposed. Still, that charming little smile is enough to light him up again and he'll reach for the offered hand with a little laugh at the attempt of an accent switch.
He'll move, feeling some pleasant aches through the alcoholic buzz and grunting as he gets to his feet with the help of his lover. He wobbles a little, knees somewhat unsteady between the booze in his veins and the leftover tremors of orgasm. He leans into it a little on purpose, staggering just so he can press up against Raylan for support and wrap his arms around his waist. He kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck.
"C'mon, you've made a damn mess..." He gives a little bump in the direction of the bathroom, dragging the other along before he lets go and slips away into the bathroom.
He quiets when Raylan steals a chaste kiss and hums softly into it like it's the most delicious thing he's tasted. But there's a soft noise of disapproval when the other pulls away and gets up, leaving him feeling cold and exposed. Still, that charming little smile is enough to light him up again and he'll reach for the offered hand with a little laugh at the attempt of an accent switch.
He'll move, feeling some pleasant aches through the alcoholic buzz and grunting as he gets to his feet with the help of his lover. He wobbles a little, knees somewhat unsteady between the booze in his veins and the leftover tremors of orgasm. He leans into it a little on purpose, staggering just so he can press up against Raylan for support and wrap his arms around his waist. He kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck.
"C'mon, you've made a damn mess..." He gives a little bump in the direction of the bathroom, dragging the other along before he lets go and slips away into the bathroom.
"Some people just need to get clocked a few times," he grants easily in the space that he could. The fact that Flint restrained himself was good - a small step in the right direction and one that Raylan knew wasn't cemented. Everything here was a work in progress and that was exactly how it should be.
Chuckling at the almost dramatic lean into him as Flint's weight comes up and steadyish, but easily wraps his arms around James to be the rock in the waves of whiskey and rum, humming his pleasure at the attention as his hands spread on the broader man's back, one hand sliding down to almost cradle the top side of his ass, some where between globe and hip for a soft squeeze before he's being dragged along, laughing softly for it and following once Flint lets go, with a "Oh, I made a mess, I see how it is."
"How'd ya like it," Raylan asks as he steps past, hand drifting along Flint's skin as he did and over to the shower tap, kicking on both handles and opening the shower diverter. "I prefer my showers more on the hot side than not, but I'm willin' to settle on tepid, though not without some argument. Dunno what they got in the inmate showers but I'm willin to wait if you don't wanna share. I will be sittin' by the door though to make sure you don't slip and bust your head."
Little things like showering by yourself was something Raylan knew was a valuable thing. No matter how wild their hormones got, he wouldn't be able to ignore the reality of the situation. He also knew there inmates that lived in warden cabins, so he wasn't worried about what anyone else might think.
Chuckling at the almost dramatic lean into him as Flint's weight comes up and steadyish, but easily wraps his arms around James to be the rock in the waves of whiskey and rum, humming his pleasure at the attention as his hands spread on the broader man's back, one hand sliding down to almost cradle the top side of his ass, some where between globe and hip for a soft squeeze before he's being dragged along, laughing softly for it and following once Flint lets go, with a "Oh, I made a mess, I see how it is."
"How'd ya like it," Raylan asks as he steps past, hand drifting along Flint's skin as he did and over to the shower tap, kicking on both handles and opening the shower diverter. "I prefer my showers more on the hot side than not, but I'm willin' to settle on tepid, though not without some argument. Dunno what they got in the inmate showers but I'm willin to wait if you don't wanna share. I will be sittin' by the door though to make sure you don't slip and bust your head."
Little things like showering by yourself was something Raylan knew was a valuable thing. No matter how wild their hormones got, he wouldn't be able to ignore the reality of the situation. He also knew there inmates that lived in warden cabins, so he wasn't worried about what anyone else might think.
Flint hums at all the wonderful little touches and attention, stepping aside a little to let Raylan handle the shower and watching with some curiosity as he leans in the doorway. It's a simple setup, but even the Inmate Showers were something he quickly got used to, but still marveled at on occasion. He listens to the endearing talk about the water or if he wanted privacy and just can't hold back the soft, appreciative, yet fond smile. It's cute, but also puts into perspective the different times they came from. How something so simple as a shower, let alone a private one, was a luxury to him. Plumbing on its own was something he didn't have until the Barge, though they had ways to pump water onto the ship for use. And kept the drinking or cooking kind in barrels.
"I'm not picky," He starts, "I'd just be happy it's hot."
As for taking one alone, he shrugs, "I mean, maybe for the first few minutes to just soak it in and clean up. But you can join me if you want."
He tips his head, "I don't mind company, if we'll fit comfortably in there."
A nod toward the shower, "I don't think you have to worry about me slipping though. The floor looks solid enough and we aren't dealing with the rocking of a boat on waves."
He pushes off from where he is to let his hand drift along Raylan's lower back, resting on the opposite hip as he leans in and gives him a little peck at his jaw.
"I appreciate the concern though. This is... it's nice. Compared to anything I'm used to." He doesn't want Raylan to think him ungrateful.
"I'm not picky," He starts, "I'd just be happy it's hot."
As for taking one alone, he shrugs, "I mean, maybe for the first few minutes to just soak it in and clean up. But you can join me if you want."
He tips his head, "I don't mind company, if we'll fit comfortably in there."
A nod toward the shower, "I don't think you have to worry about me slipping though. The floor looks solid enough and we aren't dealing with the rocking of a boat on waves."
He pushes off from where he is to let his hand drift along Raylan's lower back, resting on the opposite hip as he leans in and gives him a little peck at his jaw.
"I appreciate the concern though. This is... it's nice. Compared to anything I'm used to." He doesn't want Raylan to think him ungrateful.
Raylan liked touching his lovers, liked making sure they were okay and comfortable. Being comfortable was underrated by folks nowadays but with James, Raylan felt like he understood what luxury was in the face of the harsh reality and turns of life.
"Hot it is," he confirms, adjusting the spouts accordingly. "We will and I do. Want to, that is." Turning to meet Flint as he steps in, smiling at the close company and the kiss, his hand tightens briefly where it was secured around the man's waist.
"I want you to be comfortable here," he says, features softening around it's already warm and loose edges. "That's all it is. A place where you've got the option of a door that no one's gonna come through if you don't want 'em to." His smile spread a little.
"Gimme a yell when you're ready for company, huh? I'll work on changin' the sheets. You got me out here havin' an extra set and everything."
"Hot it is," he confirms, adjusting the spouts accordingly. "We will and I do. Want to, that is." Turning to meet Flint as he steps in, smiling at the close company and the kiss, his hand tightens briefly where it was secured around the man's waist.
"I want you to be comfortable here," he says, features softening around it's already warm and loose edges. "That's all it is. A place where you've got the option of a door that no one's gonna come through if you don't want 'em to." His smile spread a little.
"Gimme a yell when you're ready for company, huh? I'll work on changin' the sheets. You got me out here havin' an extra set and everything."
Flint definitely understood the luxury of being comfortable, there's only so much of that you can find on a ship out at sea or a pirate-filled island. Comfort had been a home he kept with Miranda, a few miles away from Nassau proper. Tucked away for no one to bother or find. He appreciated what Raylan has done for him, giving him a place comparable to what he once had, as best as they could do on this Barge.
He ducks his head a little and smiles, looking up at the other from under his eyelashes, not shy but coy and flirtatious. He'll reach for Raylan when the other pulls away, gripping his forearm to stop him short.
"Hey." He steps in and pulls the other in as he kisses him softly, echoing his thanks in the gesture instead. He brushes his fingers over his cheek and jaw before pulling back with a smile.
"I'll have to see to fixing up my cabin, I want to be able to give you the same." He nods then turns for the shower, reluctant to break eye contact, but he'll eventually duck in and shut the curtain to just, bask in the warmth of the water being sprayed over his body. He'll splay his hands out over the walls to bow his head and let it run down his neck and back. He throws his head back to smooth his fingers over his damp skull and rub the wet droplets over his face and eyes. He'll find the soap and quickly scrub up after a good long soak in the heat.
When he's nearly finished he'll call for Raylan. "All clear. C'mon in."
He ducks his head a little and smiles, looking up at the other from under his eyelashes, not shy but coy and flirtatious. He'll reach for Raylan when the other pulls away, gripping his forearm to stop him short.
"Hey." He steps in and pulls the other in as he kisses him softly, echoing his thanks in the gesture instead. He brushes his fingers over his cheek and jaw before pulling back with a smile.
"I'll have to see to fixing up my cabin, I want to be able to give you the same." He nods then turns for the shower, reluctant to break eye contact, but he'll eventually duck in and shut the curtain to just, bask in the warmth of the water being sprayed over his body. He'll splay his hands out over the walls to bow his head and let it run down his neck and back. He throws his head back to smooth his fingers over his damp skull and rub the wet droplets over his face and eyes. He'll find the soap and quickly scrub up after a good long soak in the heat.
When he's nearly finished he'll call for Raylan. "All clear. C'mon in."
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It was a good look on James, that coy, devilishly enchanting little smile, one that Raylan could only hope to see there more often. He was stopped easily with that hand on his forearm, lips breaking into a smile of his own as he was pulled in and curling into the soft kiss as his hand spread across Flint's waist.
He could get used to this warm feeling stirring around in his chest. He couldn't help but like how James made him feel, especially when he kissed him like that and doubly so with the declaration. His lovers didn't usually care about his comfort in such a way; they usually just took him as he was and didn't give it a second thought.
As Flint breaks away and gets into the shower, Raylan watches until the curtain is drawn before walking back out into the bedroom. After a brief inspection of the mess they made, the blanket is taken off so he can collect the topsheet they soiled. Thankfully, things were viscous enough to not have seeped through enough to bother this late at night and it's pitched into the far corner of the room against his closet door.
But with Flint's call, Raylan left the rest of it for after the shower, padding into the bathroom and announcing himself with a- "Watch out, make room." - Before pulling the curtain enough to step in with a crooked grin, shoulders breaking the stream from the showerhead to run wide rivers down his chest.
"How'd you like the soap?" It smelled of leather and oak, a subtle scent that Flint had already smelled, even if he hadn't realized it until now.
He could get used to this warm feeling stirring around in his chest. He couldn't help but like how James made him feel, especially when he kissed him like that and doubly so with the declaration. His lovers didn't usually care about his comfort in such a way; they usually just took him as he was and didn't give it a second thought.
As Flint breaks away and gets into the shower, Raylan watches until the curtain is drawn before walking back out into the bedroom. After a brief inspection of the mess they made, the blanket is taken off so he can collect the topsheet they soiled. Thankfully, things were viscous enough to not have seeped through enough to bother this late at night and it's pitched into the far corner of the room against his closet door.
But with Flint's call, Raylan left the rest of it for after the shower, padding into the bathroom and announcing himself with a- "Watch out, make room." - Before pulling the curtain enough to step in with a crooked grin, shoulders breaking the stream from the showerhead to run wide rivers down his chest.
"How'd you like the soap?" It smelled of leather and oak, a subtle scent that Flint had already smelled, even if he hadn't realized it until now.
Flint finishes up the last of his scrubbing, but keeps the bar of soap in hand as Raylan makes his way in with an announcement. He steps back to the back of the shower to give him plenty of room and there's something indescribable that happens when the other joins him and smiles at him like that. He feels different, but it's good. Great even. The shower alone had been so calm and quiet, enough to cool his heels and realize his thoughts were silent. And now? With Raylan here it's like somethings just clicked into place, right where it belongs. He's happy. He's forgotten what it felt like.
Later he'd probably blame all the warm fuzzy feelings on the alcohol, but for right now the world was quiet and nothing else mattered but them and that's all that he ever wanted. Raylan Givens was quickly becoming an addiction if he could give him nights like this all the time.
"I like it, but now I smell like you. I might have to get my own bar at some point." To keep here, so there was something that smelled like him for Raylan to be reminded of when he wants something pleasant to think about.
"Turn around, I'll get your back if you get mine."
Later he'd probably blame all the warm fuzzy feelings on the alcohol, but for right now the world was quiet and nothing else mattered but them and that's all that he ever wanted. Raylan Givens was quickly becoming an addiction if he could give him nights like this all the time.
"I like it, but now I smell like you. I might have to get my own bar at some point." To keep here, so there was something that smelled like him for Raylan to be reminded of when he wants something pleasant to think about.
"Turn around, I'll get your back if you get mine."
"I hope that's not a problem, smellin' like me." His smile stayed broad, but he'd had complaints before, however good natured it had been. Tipping his head back, Raylan raked his fingers through his too long hair and got it wet before turning around.
"Don't go to hard though, you seem to have left some lovely reminders for me."
"Don't go to hard though, you seem to have left some lovely reminders for me."
"No, I'm definitely not complaining." He watches the way the water rolls over his skin and how Raylan tips his head back to dampen his hair and just how hot he looks sleek and wet. He waits till he turns around and plants a kiss on the nape of his neck.
"But it's only fair, if I'm going to be smelling you on me all day, that you get the same." He gives a little nip at his shoulder and then starts scrubbing, his other hand idly tracing the red marks with a hum of approval.
"If they don't stick I'll just have to make more." Not tonight anymore, he's getting sleepy, between winding down from great sex and all the alcohol in his veins. He's too relaxed to want to ruin it.
"But it's only fair, if I'm going to be smelling you on me all day, that you get the same." He gives a little nip at his shoulder and then starts scrubbing, his other hand idly tracing the red marks with a hum of approval.
"If they don't stick I'll just have to make more." Not tonight anymore, he's getting sleepy, between winding down from great sex and all the alcohol in his veins. He's too relaxed to want to ruin it.
"I'd love the same," he admits over his shoulder, lips still pulled into it's cant, weight sinking back into the kiss and twitching in soft approval at the nip on his skin. He, like Flint, was ready for bed but tomorrow was a new day and them showering, like everything else they'd done, would live in the back of his head as possible promises of what might come.
"No matter how I get it." But was was more important right now was them getting clean and once Raylan was cleaned and Flint's back was scrubbed which came with a soft wrapping of Raylan's arms around him as he soaked in the heat and the company. Better to get them into bed and under the blanket sooner rather than later.
"No matter how I get it." But was was more important right now was them getting clean and once Raylan was cleaned and Flint's back was scrubbed which came with a soft wrapping of Raylan's arms around him as he soaked in the heat and the company. Better to get them into bed and under the blanket sooner rather than later.
Think I owe you a movie night. As a special limited time offer, I'll even let you have a say in what we watch instead of declaring myself the cinematic dictator!
...But really, I like company enough that this is an open invitation, nothing limited time about it.
...But really, I like company enough that this is an open invitation, nothing limited time about it.
So long as Disney isn't any of my options - I was almost lookin' forward to Eifel's movie night until he said that.
I'd like that. Normally, I'd offer to bring somethin' over with me, but alls I got is whiskey and I don't know how to make muffins. I hope that's okay.
I'd like that. Normally, I'd offer to bring somethin' over with me, but alls I got is whiskey and I don't know how to make muffins. I hope that's okay.
I also have whiskey, as well as cookies and popcorn.
Do you like horror, or should we go a different direction? (I'm also willing to be very flexible on the definition of horror. Jurassic Park, for instance, is close enough to almost count.)
I won't dunk one in the other but I won't say no to either.
Horrors fine with me, so long as you can handle me havin' opinions on how folk use guns or that kinda thing. [But it came with a grin.]
When should we do this movie night and should we invite other folk? You.. close with Tim? Stoker?
Horrors fine with me, so long as you can handle me havin' opinions on how folk use guns or that kinda thing. [But it came with a grin.]
When should we do this movie night and should we invite other folk? You.. close with Tim? Stoker?
I can't read him, so I want to dig.
I mean I can read him. I'm good at reading people like him. I'm a fucking maverick. That's not the problem. It's other stuff.
Where's your cabin? I'm gonna meet you. I need that flask, too.
Also this is warden inmate confidential.
Also Also if you tell anyone about this I'll cut up your dick and throw it overboard like they did in old pirate times. I'll make sure the pieces are so tiny the net you guys made won't cut it, and they'll be floating in space forever. You're going to be called Smoothparts Sherrif for the rest of your life.
Anyway bye I'm coming over.
I mean I can read him. I'm good at reading people like him. I'm a fucking maverick. That's not the problem. It's other stuff.
Where's your cabin? I'm gonna meet you. I need that flask, too.
Also this is warden inmate confidential.
Also Also if you tell anyone about this I'll cut up your dick and throw it overboard like they did in old pirate times. I'll make sure the pieces are so tiny the net you guys made won't cut it, and they'll be floating in space forever. You're going to be called Smoothparts Sherrif for the rest of your life.
Anyway bye I'm coming over.
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[So much to unpack here.]
Uh-huh.
Deck 8, Cabin 7.
--
Despite all the changes to Raylan's room, he's specifically kept his door the same - Sunbeaten red with the echo of an '8' from the motel underneath the now gleaming, new '7' that replaced it. It was unlocked, but Raylan was hoping that Roman would knock. He wanted to see which the man would choose. Another way to gauge things.
Uh-huh.
Deck 8, Cabin 7.
--
Despite all the changes to Raylan's room, he's specifically kept his door the same - Sunbeaten red with the echo of an '8' from the motel underneath the now gleaming, new '7' that replaced it. It was unlocked, but Raylan was hoping that Roman would knock. He wanted to see which the man would choose. Another way to gauge things.
[ It sure is quaint.
Roman's burying the urge to make a comment about how he's cruising for guys in motels and instead knocks. It's the exact same rhythm as the funeral dirge, but, hey. He's got some manners. When Raylan finally opens it Roman is leaning on the door frame, fingers wiggling in an effeminate wave. The smile on his face is dangerous. ]
What up, fart jizz?
[ He's at least waiting to be let in.... ]
Roman's burying the urge to make a comment about how he's cruising for guys in motels and instead knocks. It's the exact same rhythm as the funeral dirge, but, hey. He's got some manners. When Raylan finally opens it Roman is leaning on the door frame, fingers wiggling in an effeminate wave. The smile on his face is dangerous. ]
What up, fart jizz?
[ He's at least waiting to be let in.... ]
[Raylan looked unimpressed and rolled his eyes as he opens the door wider in proper invitation.]
Can't you just say hello like a normal person? Jesus. Well c'mon in, [He invites, walking away barefoot on his new higher piled dark brown carpet that held his new living room, complete with a couch, space behind it holding a dining table to greet people before the kitchen.]
You're gonna have to say please if you want anythin' to drink. Close the door behind you.
Can't you just say hello like a normal person? Jesus. Well c'mon in, [He invites, walking away barefoot on his new higher piled dark brown carpet that held his new living room, complete with a couch, space behind it holding a dining table to greet people before the kitchen.]
You're gonna have to say please if you want anythin' to drink. Close the door behind you.
[ Roman's got one hand on his hip, as the other gratefully takes the drink. He murmurs something that sounds a bit like 'mmmm' and shrugs. ]
Nothing. Maybe. Sort of. [ His lips purse, and after a few beats he collapses onto the couch, all loose limbs and bone. ]
I think he's being nice to me. I think I'm being nice to him.
Nothing. Maybe. Sort of. [ His lips purse, and after a few beats he collapses onto the couch, all loose limbs and bone. ]
I think he's being nice to me. I think I'm being nice to him.
Are you--are you fucking serious? 'Making a friend'--fuck off. Yeah, Raylan, this is my first day of Kindergarten and I held hands with the bible thumper and we spent all recess climbing on the monkey bars.
[ He downs the rest of his drink in response. He's getting defensive, and he can feel it. ]
This is the same guy that broke my nose, so duhh, I'm a little suspicious that hanging out with him doesn't involve him telling me how my brother killed himself 'cause of me or whatever. So I figure you can go out do your weird little cowboy warden thing and wave your feminine hips around, dig into his shit, and then tell me all about him so I can plan accordingly. Him him, not the college him, where we were friends.
[ The thought that they maybe are falling into old patterns because of their time in the previous flood has barely occurred to him. Or if it has, he's already buried it down deep. ]
I don't... hate it. But I want to cover my ass.
[ He downs the rest of his drink in response. He's getting defensive, and he can feel it. ]
This is the same guy that broke my nose, so duhh, I'm a little suspicious that hanging out with him doesn't involve him telling me how my brother killed himself 'cause of me or whatever. So I figure you can go out do your weird little cowboy warden thing and wave your feminine hips around, dig into his shit, and then tell me all about him so I can plan accordingly. Him him, not the college him, where we were friends.
[ The thought that they maybe are falling into old patterns because of their time in the previous flood has barely occurred to him. Or if it has, he's already buried it down deep. ]
I don't... hate it. But I want to cover my ass.
[His features curled in amusement. Uhhuh.]
What do you guys talk about? Aside from Kendall killin' himself which we'll save for when you don't have somethin' else in your craw -
[That's a Big Fucking Thing, Roman and it was still on his list. But he knew what Roman was trying to cover his ass from. One question at a time.]
And when I'm more free with my whiskey.
What do you guys talk about? Aside from Kendall killin' himself which we'll save for when you don't have somethin' else in your craw -
[That's a Big Fucking Thing, Roman and it was still on his list. But he knew what Roman was trying to cover his ass from. One question at a time.]
And when I'm more free with my whiskey.
[ Roman's gaze is fixed on Raylan, focused and surprisingly present. ]
Stuff. Fucking--normal stuff, like it was back in the other flood, or port, whatever they're called, like we were sort of weird friends still. Or are. Or--listen, are you just going to help me or not?
I don't trust anyone on this stupid ship and I want to play my cards right. I'm trying to come up with a game plan.
Stuff. Fucking--normal stuff, like it was back in the other flood, or port, whatever they're called, like we were sort of weird friends still. Or are. Or--listen, are you just going to help me or not?
I don't trust anyone on this stupid ship and I want to play my cards right. I'm trying to come up with a game plan.
[Raylan lifts his eyebrows faintly.]
What kinda game plan? You wanna have somethin' to hold over him in case he hurts you and you want to lash out. To know what's safe to tell him, what's not? [He bobs his head.]
I get that impulse.
But what are you lookin' to know, specifically? I can't go to his warden without somethin' to aim for. What I would want to know likely isn't the same as what you wanna know.
What kinda game plan? You wanna have somethin' to hold over him in case he hurts you and you want to lash out. To know what's safe to tell him, what's not? [He bobs his head.]
I get that impulse.
But what are you lookin' to know, specifically? I can't go to his warden without somethin' to aim for. What I would want to know likely isn't the same as what you wanna know.
[ That's exactly what he was planning to do, and Roman finds himself nodding. He forgets that Raylan is competent a lot of the time. ]
I don't know, leverage! [ He's already falling back into boardroom behaviour: he claps his hands to signify Raylan should hop-to, staring at him intently. ]
What kinda shit he doesn't want to get out, peek at his own file, read his stupid sparksnotes, see if he's secretly giving the admiral a blow job, something! He's way too confusing.
I don't know, leverage! [ He's already falling back into boardroom behaviour: he claps his hands to signify Raylan should hop-to, staring at him intently. ]
What kinda shit he doesn't want to get out, peek at his own file, read his stupid sparksnotes, see if he's secretly giving the admiral a blow job, something! He's way too confusing.
So you want me to go to his warden and tell her that 'Hey, Roman's gettin' real twitchy about connecting with John, what dirt can you give me on him?'
[The curl of his features suggested not.]
Roman, I get that you've never had a friend that wasn't leechin' somethin' off you before, but the way to handle this is not turnin' over rocks on him. It's talkin' to him directly. It's his choice what's shared with you and only fair. If Iris came to me askin' for the dish on you for the same reason, there wouldn't be a conversation.
I can't go diggin' at a man done nothin' wrong to me. Or to you. Your nose is fine and your relationship with him seems better for it. Maybe you need confusin'. New ground that you can't control. Teach you how to.. Let someone listen without gettin' all... [He gestures with his hand. ] The way you do.
[The curl of his features suggested not.]
Roman, I get that you've never had a friend that wasn't leechin' somethin' off you before, but the way to handle this is not turnin' over rocks on him. It's talkin' to him directly. It's his choice what's shared with you and only fair. If Iris came to me askin' for the dish on you for the same reason, there wouldn't be a conversation.
I can't go diggin' at a man done nothin' wrong to me. Or to you. Your nose is fine and your relationship with him seems better for it. Maybe you need confusin'. New ground that you can't control. Teach you how to.. Let someone listen without gettin' all... [He gestures with his hand. ] The way you do.
[ Roman watches the other carefully, lip curling up. His mouth even opens in protest but Raylan continues.
God. He's right. He hates that stupid folksy cowboy thing Raylan does so fucking much. And just--
--wait. ]
"The way I do?" I'm all ears, how exactly do I get all "the way I do?"
God. He's right. He hates that stupid folksy cowboy thing Raylan does so fucking much. And just--
--wait. ]
"The way I do?" I'm all ears, how exactly do I get all "the way I do?"
[His index finger lifted, pointing at Roman with a lift of his eyebrows, a duck of his chin, eyes a little wider for the gesture.]
Exactly like that - like someone's stepped on your tail, sendin' your backhairs up. You turn into a vicious little Chihuahua. The way you did when I brought you your file that first night. Attackin' me as self defense, as a way to draw some kind of blood so you're not alone in your discomfort and sufferin'.
Exactly like that - like someone's stepped on your tail, sendin' your backhairs up. You turn into a vicious little Chihuahua. The way you did when I brought you your file that first night. Attackin' me as self defense, as a way to draw some kind of blood so you're not alone in your discomfort and sufferin'.
[ He's not denying it in the least. He doesn't think he can--he's not an idiot. Roman hasn't got a leg to stand on. He is, however, going to look visibly uncomfortable and cross his arms, defeated. ]
Excuse me for being worried that the crazy cultist might be too off the rails to talk to like a normal human being, Cowboy. [ You know what? He can't leave that alone. ]
Vicious chihuahua? Seriously?
Excuse me for being worried that the crazy cultist might be too off the rails to talk to like a normal human being, Cowboy. [ You know what? He can't leave that alone. ]
Vicious chihuahua? Seriously?
A little too late for that, ain't it? You're already talkin' to him, and I'd argue you don't talk to anyone like a 'normal human bein', no offence. And that ain't even exactly a bad thing, if you learned how to tone down the sex jokes.
[ As for the rest- ]
Yeah. A lot of nasty little teeth that won't break bones, but aim to take out a chunk of flesh. [He looks into his glass, turning it a little thoughtfully.] And I know why. Kendall told me. About how your daddy saw things. Punishing the weaker ones for not bein' tough enough to stand up to the bigger one or win.
And that's not the way someone's world oughta work.
[ As for the rest- ]
Yeah. A lot of nasty little teeth that won't break bones, but aim to take out a chunk of flesh. [He looks into his glass, turning it a little thoughtfully.] And I know why. Kendall told me. About how your daddy saw things. Punishing the weaker ones for not bein' tough enough to stand up to the bigger one or win.
And that's not the way someone's world oughta work.
[ Roman's sneer is more toothless than he'd like to admit, and he has to think about how hunched his shoulders are to get them to smooth out, including uncrossing his arms. Raylan's hitting him with pinpoint accuracy. ]
Yeah, well. You know. [ To emphasize his nonexistent point, he mumbles something completely incomprehensible that sounds like it was once some sort of excuse that fades into the phrase 'schmeergh blergh' as he puts his hands on his hips.
Poignant. ]
Hey, we gonna talk about you and Flint sharing a room together?
Yeah, well. You know. [ To emphasize his nonexistent point, he mumbles something completely incomprehensible that sounds like it was once some sort of excuse that fades into the phrase 'schmeergh blergh' as he puts his hands on his hips.
Poignant. ]
Hey, we gonna talk about you and Flint sharing a room together?
[Surprisingly, Raylan understood the unintelligible noise. He'd made it himself a few times in his life.
The question had him looking up at Roman from under his eyebrows, a little tenser than he had been a moment before. There was still very much a fear of this being used against him. Would he look back on this and regret not shutting it down? If he wanted Roman to trust him, he recognized that he had to step out onto..
The two way street. God, it haunted him.]
Only if you keep all your jizz and faggot comments to yourself. I don't tend to tolerate disrespect about these kinda things.
[You can say whatever you want about him, but you don't get to trash talk the person he's with. He expect this to cause conflict, somewhere.]
The question had him looking up at Roman from under his eyebrows, a little tenser than he had been a moment before. There was still very much a fear of this being used against him. Would he look back on this and regret not shutting it down? If he wanted Roman to trust him, he recognized that he had to step out onto..
The two way street. God, it haunted him.]
Only if you keep all your jizz and faggot comments to yourself. I don't tend to tolerate disrespect about these kinda things.
[You can say whatever you want about him, but you don't get to trash talk the person he's with. He expect this to cause conflict, somewhere.]
[ Oh. Hmm. Roman's brows knit together for a brief moment as he notices the change in the other's shoulders. Tense. There's something in his gaze that Roman recognizes as new, but he doesn't know Raylan well enough to figure it out just yet--not even after their college experience. The joys of being observant but ultimately self centered.
His whole train of thought is derailed after Raylan comments about tolerating and disrespect. His eyeroll reaches his entire body, tilting his head up. The moment his eyes are completely upward he seems to use it as momentum to drag his whole body up to stand, moving to cross Raylan and help himself to another drink if the other doesn't stop him. ]
Oh my God. Why does everyone think I'm a homophobe? It's 2018, you can stick your dick into whatever you want, who gives a shit. Take it up the ass. Or take his ass. Or don't. Whatever floats your Judy Garland boat. Jesus Christ I don't care. You're so fucking embarrassing.
His whole train of thought is derailed after Raylan comments about tolerating and disrespect. His eyeroll reaches his entire body, tilting his head up. The moment his eyes are completely upward he seems to use it as momentum to drag his whole body up to stand, moving to cross Raylan and help himself to another drink if the other doesn't stop him. ]
Oh my God. Why does everyone think I'm a homophobe? It's 2018, you can stick your dick into whatever you want, who gives a shit. Take it up the ass. Or take his ass. Or don't. Whatever floats your Judy Garland boat. Jesus Christ I don't care. You're so fucking embarrassing.
Sure.
[ It's hard to tell if he's saying sure to the fact that not everything is about sex or that they're not going to talk about it. He titters, clearly pleased. ]
Good for you, though. Spooning each other. Or holding hands. I don't care. You're getting back on the ol' horse, pardner.
[ It's hard to tell if he's saying sure to the fact that not everything is about sex or that they're not going to talk about it. He titters, clearly pleased. ]
Good for you, though. Spooning each other. Or holding hands. I don't care. You're getting back on the ol' horse, pardner.
Mmhmm. [But it didn't sound particularly displeased by Roman's slight approval.]
My guilt aside, havin' someone there is.. [Nice. It was in the way he trailed off but before it could get too long, he continued, not quite looking up from his glass.]
Did you meet Thomas? Over.. Visitin'?
My guilt aside, havin' someone there is.. [Nice. It was in the way he trailed off but before it could get too long, he continued, not quite looking up from his glass.]
Did you meet Thomas? Over.. Visitin'?
Twink? [Welcome to words Raylan didn't know 101.
Either way, he'd shake his head and continue.]
He uh.. I- Told him what was goin' on. Why and all and- [He scoffed and shook his head, face pinching. ]
He gave us his blessin'. To just- [He glances over at Roman.] You ever just wanna exist with someone without the bullshit pressures of everythin' else loomin' over?
Either way, he'd shake his head and continue.]
He uh.. I- Told him what was goin' on. Why and all and- [He scoffed and shook his head, face pinching. ]
He gave us his blessin'. To just- [He glances over at Roman.] You ever just wanna exist with someone without the bullshit pressures of everythin' else loomin' over?
[ Oh. Oh, this is--this is a serious thing.
Sure, it's serious, but this is an actual heart to heart. Roman clicks his tongue to mull it over, already feeling squirrely, but his drink is poured so he decides to stop hovering. Moving gives him an excuse not to talk right away, and he sits himself easily and comfortably so he's across from Raylan but not on the couch. Instead, he's seated right on the cheap motel coffee table. ]
Kind of not in the cards for me. [ A gentle reminder, even if he tucks his feet in tailor-style, and then allows his voice to soften. ]
But yeah. Sure I do.
Sure, it's serious, but this is an actual heart to heart. Roman clicks his tongue to mull it over, already feeling squirrely, but his drink is poured so he decides to stop hovering. Moving gives him an excuse not to talk right away, and he sits himself easily and comfortably so he's across from Raylan but not on the couch. Instead, he's seated right on the cheap motel coffee table. ]
Kind of not in the cards for me. [ A gentle reminder, even if he tucks his feet in tailor-style, and then allows his voice to soften. ]
But yeah. Sure I do.
[It was a show of faith. A hope of a show of faith, that - fucking two way street. Raylan didn't realize that he'd half held his breath or that his jaw edged towards tight under somewhat worried eyes as he watched Roman like he might lunge in for a kill shot.
But Roman didn't. He chose a kinder option and Raylan didn't quite know what to do with it. He swallowed thickly and looked back into his glass, awkwardly swirling it around.]
Anything can happen, Rome.. What real world would I get even to-..
[His lips sealed again and he shook his head as he pushes to his feet to pace towards the kitchen, suddenly too antsy to stay seated anymore.
It sounded stupid to say aloud for some reason, too.. daring of fate.]
But Roman didn't. He chose a kinder option and Raylan didn't quite know what to do with it. He swallowed thickly and looked back into his glass, awkwardly swirling it around.]
Anything can happen, Rome.. What real world would I get even to-..
[His lips sealed again and he shook his head as he pushes to his feet to pace towards the kitchen, suddenly too antsy to stay seated anymore.
It sounded stupid to say aloud for some reason, too.. daring of fate.]
Get to...? Enjoy yourself?
[ He puffs his cheeks up, shrugs elaborately. ]
Okay, so. You're here. You're not in Kentucky. Why worry about your NASCAR buddies drowning you in a kiddie pool filled with Bud Lite for liking cock when it's not going to happen right now? Like, what's the actual point? Your biggest worry should making sure I don't eat glue.
[ He puffs his cheeks up, shrugs elaborately. ]
Okay, so. You're here. You're not in Kentucky. Why worry about your NASCAR buddies drowning you in a kiddie pool filled with Bud Lite for liking cock when it's not going to happen right now? Like, what's the actual point? Your biggest worry should making sure I don't eat glue.
[Raylan scoffs shallowly at the phrasing as he pulls up at the island, where he poured himself another two fingers.
No, not get to enjoy himself. To be happy. He doesn't get to Be Happy, he knows that.]
It's not- [He lets another tight breath out of his nose. Jesus. What the hell was he doing.]
Fuck Kentucky. [There's a small thread of steel in the statement, but the majority of it was just being Tired.] It's everywhere. Men like me don't-
You're New York, where people mostly don't give a shit. Folks I deal with do.
[He frowned into his cup. He was still skirting Roman's base point.]
I don't know who here is the same kinda narrowminded asshole. I don't want trouble for either of us because of the choice. I don't want it underminin' everythin' else. For him or for me.
No, not get to enjoy himself. To be happy. He doesn't get to Be Happy, he knows that.]
It's not- [He lets another tight breath out of his nose. Jesus. What the hell was he doing.]
Fuck Kentucky. [There's a small thread of steel in the statement, but the majority of it was just being Tired.] It's everywhere. Men like me don't-
You're New York, where people mostly don't give a shit. Folks I deal with do.
[He frowned into his cup. He was still skirting Roman's base point.]
I don't know who here is the same kinda narrowminded asshole. I don't want trouble for either of us because of the choice. I don't want it underminin' everythin' else. For him or for me.
[ Roman watches the other carefully, taking things in. The tight breath from his nose, how he's pacing, too. Maybe they're more similar than they originally thought. He thinks for a moment--really thinks, visibly mulling what the other's saying for a moment. Leans on his knees from where he's sitting on top the cheap motel coffee table. ]
Do you know how many people are fucking each other on this barge? It's an honest question, before you start. I'm actually being serious.
[ It feels weird to say that, but he keeps his gaze on Raylan. ]
Do you know how many people are fucking each other on this barge? It's an honest question, before you start. I'm actually being serious.
[ It feels weird to say that, but he keeps his gaze on Raylan. ]
[Raylan's eyes dart over - he would have absolutely thought about starting if Roman hadn't added that extra reassurance. But his tone when he answered wasn't shitty or tight. They were having an actual conversation now.]
No. Even of the people that I'm familiar with, I'm only aware of a few. But a place like this.. Isolated. Whatever I would guess is still gonna be low.
[He wasn't sure what Roman's point was going to be.]
No. Even of the people that I'm familiar with, I'm only aware of a few. But a place like this.. Isolated. Whatever I would guess is still gonna be low.
[He wasn't sure what Roman's point was going to be.]
[ Roman's tittering giggle bounces off of the walls with how sharp and sudden it is, and after a brief moment, he pivots his body so he can lay down directly on the coffee table, grunting as he lowers himself and stares up at the ceiling. ]
Alright, so. Ballpark, roughly what? 80 people on the ship. Give or take. About a third are people that like to fuck.
Wanna take a gamble on how many are boy-girl?
[ Roman really has been paying attention, despite what half the ship and he himself think. ]
Alright, so. Ballpark, roughly what? 80 people on the ship. Give or take. About a third are people that like to fuck.
Wanna take a gamble on how many are boy-girl?
[ Roman really has been paying attention, despite what half the ship and he himself think. ]
You know we've got like, actual seats, right?
[But it was followed with a sigh.]
What you're sayin' is that more people than not are- [He gestures with his hand, not quite yet ready to utter that all out loud to man he didn't wholly trust to not turn on him.]
And so there's no one to give a fuck but me, yeah sure.
[No, he got that. And it only made his self-loathing about it worse. He should be able to run this hurdle without tripping at the start, but here he was anyway, emptying yet another glass of numbing agent down his throat.
He'd been told he was Emotionally damaged before. This wasn't what Allison had meant but, it still applied. Unable to change shit. Unable to be what his partners needed or wanted.]
[But it was followed with a sigh.]
What you're sayin' is that more people than not are- [He gestures with his hand, not quite yet ready to utter that all out loud to man he didn't wholly trust to not turn on him.]
And so there's no one to give a fuck but me, yeah sure.
[No, he got that. And it only made his self-loathing about it worse. He should be able to run this hurdle without tripping at the start, but here he was anyway, emptying yet another glass of numbing agent down his throat.
He'd been told he was Emotionally damaged before. This wasn't what Allison had meant but, it still applied. Unable to change shit. Unable to be what his partners needed or wanted.]
It's good for my back, fuck you. [ It's said almost automatically--you think he hasn't gotten those comments before? Even if it isn't actually good for his back, he's going to did t anyway. Free speech includes the right to sit in whatever fucked up position you want. He shifts so he's lying down entirely on his side like it's a bed as a quiet fuck you to even being asked that question. ]
But yeah, I'm saying that. Can I like, actually ask you something? For real?
[ He hasn't actually looked at Raylan, just the ceiling, but his gaze does finally slide over, lips slightly parted, looking at him expectantly. ]
But yeah, I'm saying that. Can I like, actually ask you something? For real?
[ He hasn't actually looked at Raylan, just the ceiling, but his gaze does finally slide over, lips slightly parted, looking at him expectantly. ]
[It was a good thing that Roman weighed like 40 pounds soaking wet, and doubly so that the coffee table was sturdy.
Raylan hummed in response to the first, one eyebrow lifting over an unimpressed pull of his lips but his eyes didn't move back over to Roman until he added the 'For real' part on.]
Sure, shoot. [The trepidation that he'd worn so boldly had ebbed off into something less wound, more true. Hell, they were already knee deep, no backing up or undoing it now.]
Raylan hummed in response to the first, one eyebrow lifting over an unimpressed pull of his lips but his eyes didn't move back over to Roman until he added the 'For real' part on.]
Sure, shoot. [The trepidation that he'd worn so boldly had ebbed off into something less wound, more true. Hell, they were already knee deep, no backing up or undoing it now.]
Here's what I don't get.
Why are you giving a shit about what other people think about this when you don't when it's something else? Why care what opinions Billy-Joe-Bob at the shitty dive bar back by your little holler has about you sticking it in someone's ass? If his opinion on your hat is irrelevant, why is his opinion on you sucking dick suddenly important? You're a beast, you're on top of your game, and you're good at what you do. Who gives a shit about Local Priest John-Paul-Joseph or Meth Head number 42 has to say?
[ He hasn't moved the entire time, staring at the ceiling, quite content in laying down on the table. At this point it's a matter of principal. ]
Why are you giving a shit about what other people think about this when you don't when it's something else? Why care what opinions Billy-Joe-Bob at the shitty dive bar back by your little holler has about you sticking it in someone's ass? If his opinion on your hat is irrelevant, why is his opinion on you sucking dick suddenly important? You're a beast, you're on top of your game, and you're good at what you do. Who gives a shit about Local Priest John-Paul-Joseph or Meth Head number 42 has to say?
[ He hasn't moved the entire time, staring at the ceiling, quite content in laying down on the table. At this point it's a matter of principal. ]
[Raylan stayed silent for a long moment, watching Roman with a hint of a curl to his lips. He was actually proud of the man - Nary a jizz comment and his point was solid.]
'Cause his opinion on my hat isn't likely to end in my gettin' my ass beat or worse out in the parking lot. That's the difference.
People get murdered for where they stick their dick in Kentucky. You might find a few pockets where it's safer, up in Louisville maybe, but everywhere else? [Raylan shook his head.] It's dangerous.
Now I don't think anything like that'll happen here, but.. the instinct to protect, both myself and James.. I can't just set that aside casually.
'Cause his opinion on my hat isn't likely to end in my gettin' my ass beat or worse out in the parking lot. That's the difference.
People get murdered for where they stick their dick in Kentucky. You might find a few pockets where it's safer, up in Louisville maybe, but everywhere else? [Raylan shook his head.] It's dangerous.
Now I don't think anything like that'll happen here, but.. the instinct to protect, both myself and James.. I can't just set that aside casually.
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[ Roman's shrug is loose. He catches the 'James' remark, but decides to let it go. For now. Mostly, he's listening to Raylan's words. ]
Sure you can't, but aren't you like the fastest draw at the OK corral? You're primed for handling this shit.
[ He's sitting up now at least. ]
If you're not gonna be true to yourself then who the fuck will be?
Sure you can't, but aren't you like the fastest draw at the OK corral? You're primed for handling this shit.
[ He's sitting up now at least. ]
If you're not gonna be true to yourself then who the fuck will be?
If I start killin' homophobes and bigots, I'm gonna end up with a larger body count than I've already got and a metric ton of paperwork. Gettin' my ass beat isn't a justifiable reason to shoot someone. Though it is a federal crime to assault a federal officer.
[He couldn't help but smile a little.]
Thank you, Ru Paul.
I think the answer to your question, specifically, is Norton, but I get your point. We're all tryin' new things here, huh?
So try with John. Give him a chance to prove himself trustworthy with the rest of you. Because he ain't the same people you're used to dealin' with at home either, I can guarantee that. I'm not sure anyone on board is.
[He couldn't help but smile a little.]
Thank you, Ru Paul.
I think the answer to your question, specifically, is Norton, but I get your point. We're all tryin' new things here, huh?
So try with John. Give him a chance to prove himself trustworthy with the rest of you. Because he ain't the same people you're used to dealin' with at home either, I can guarantee that. I'm not sure anyone on board is.
[ Roman's entire face twists into something that's halfway between a pout and a sneer mixed with a healthy glare. ]
Oh, fuck you, don't use the shit I'm trying to say and turn it against me.
[ And yet here he is, sitting ontop of Raylan's table but carefully slipping off of it with a surprising amount of graceful elegance. Instead of sitting up once his hips are past the table, however, he opts to half melts onto the floor, spring up and spins dramatically to make his way to the door. His knees crack audibly. Roman is unconcerned. ]
Oldest trick in the book, Walker Texas. I see you. And the next time you call me Ru Paul I get a free nard shot.
Oh, fuck you, don't use the shit I'm trying to say and turn it against me.
[ And yet here he is, sitting ontop of Raylan's table but carefully slipping off of it with a surprising amount of graceful elegance. Instead of sitting up once his hips are past the table, however, he opts to half melts onto the floor, spring up and spins dramatically to make his way to the door. His knees crack audibly. Roman is unconcerned. ]
Oldest trick in the book, Walker Texas. I see you. And the next time you call me Ru Paul I get a free nard shot.
What can I say, it's sound advice. [No, he wasn't gonna just let that pass.
His eyes narrow a little at the snapping but he doesn't say anything for now.]
My nards are off the books, but I'll give you a free shot at my arm next time.
Say hello to John for me! [It's called out almost cheerily as Roman opens the door and heads out.]
His eyes narrow a little at the snapping but he doesn't say anything for now.]
My nards are off the books, but I'll give you a free shot at my arm next time.
Say hello to John for me! [It's called out almost cheerily as Roman opens the door and heads out.]
So, which of us is collecting on that bet?
You wound me. As if I'd forget any of our conversations.
What can I say, you have a special place in my heart.
Oh, definitely want to see it.
Oh, definitely want to see it.
Deck 8, Cabin 7. Doors the same and I don't wanna hear any shit about it.
The carpet makes up for any ills.
--
The door was unlocked, still the sunbeaten motel door, the echo of a '8' under the shinier '7' that lived there now and when Fitz knocked, if he knocked, he'd get a "C'mon in," in welcome. True to his word, the small 8x8 square of 'wood' that served as the most parley foyer was surrounded by a well piled carpet, housing a living room of sorts - brown leather couch, a TV that wasn't out of the 70's and a brand new door beyond that held the bedroom.
Behind the couch sat the small round dining table and two chairs that came with the motel room, something Raylan had appreciated, since there were scars on it he'd rather like to keep around. The kitchen hadn't much changed, staying the same slightly modern with normal amenities and a kitchen island.
The island is where Fitz would find Raylan, dressed down in his dark blue tshirt, with two glasses set out and filled with a couple of fingers, his currently the only he was refilling as Fitz comes in.
"What'd'ya think?" The wood paneling was gone, replaced with rounded edges in the corners, making it all feel less boxy with it's yellowish cream walls that still held the door side windows that looked out onto a porch he used to know.
The carpet makes up for any ills.
--
The door was unlocked, still the sunbeaten motel door, the echo of a '8' under the shinier '7' that lived there now and when Fitz knocked, if he knocked, he'd get a "C'mon in," in welcome. True to his word, the small 8x8 square of 'wood' that served as the most parley foyer was surrounded by a well piled carpet, housing a living room of sorts - brown leather couch, a TV that wasn't out of the 70's and a brand new door beyond that held the bedroom.
Behind the couch sat the small round dining table and two chairs that came with the motel room, something Raylan had appreciated, since there were scars on it he'd rather like to keep around. The kitchen hadn't much changed, staying the same slightly modern with normal amenities and a kitchen island.
The island is where Fitz would find Raylan, dressed down in his dark blue tshirt, with two glasses set out and filled with a couple of fingers, his currently the only he was refilling as Fitz comes in.
"What'd'ya think?" The wood paneling was gone, replaced with rounded edges in the corners, making it all feel less boxy with it's yellowish cream walls that still held the door side windows that looked out onto a porch he used to know.
It doesn't take long to get from Deck 6 to Deck 8. Fitz does knock, though he's trying the door even before he hears Raylan's welcome.
He takes his time looking over the cabin as he strolls over to the kitchen island. It's not what he'd have asked for if he'd gotten dumped in a motel room, but that's a matter of individual taste. Overall, he definitely considers it a great improvement, which he's happy to take in with cheerful smugness.
"Not bad. The carpet definitely gets full marks."
He takes his time looking over the cabin as he strolls over to the kitchen island. It's not what he'd have asked for if he'd gotten dumped in a motel room, but that's a matter of individual taste. Overall, he definitely considers it a great improvement, which he's happy to take in with cheerful smugness.
"Not bad. The carpet definitely gets full marks."
"I can't say that I hate it. Lack of bloodstains is nice. No more bullet holes in the walls." He shrugged with a look around.
"It's serviceable." It was more than serviceable but just like Raylan didn't aggrandize his motel room, he wasn't going to aggrandize this.
"It's serviceable." It was more than serviceable but just like Raylan didn't aggrandize his motel room, he wasn't going to aggrandize this.
Fitz laughs. "So, what you're saying is that I was right."
Fitz points at him. "Oh no. That was the deal. If I lost, I would've owed you one. If you lost, you had to admit I was right."
"Could've recorded it." He grins again. "Don't worry, I hear that in my head all the time, so you're adding anything that could be a problem. What're you drinking?"
"That's a whole different deal," he replies, grinning. Nodding at the glass, he continues. "Whiskey. Top shelf and that ones for you. I figure if I'm askin' you to trapse all the way down here to gloat, I might as well give you something to wet your whistle lest you strangle on it."
"That's just basic manners. Otherwise you hid the liquor. I'll even pretend that 'top shelf' means something to me, classy bastard that I am." He raises the glass to Raylan. "So, how'd you enjoy port?"
"I only hide liquor from folks I don't want to feel welcome." Many people would say that he's an asshole but he's a fair one and usually only the people he shot called him unmannered.
He shrugged with his face, a bob of his head, setting the glass down. "Got to rob some poachers, got to kill a dinosaur. Got to ride a dinosaur and stock a private cache of firepower. I heard you went the way of the Dino - Do you remember it at all?"
He shrugged with his face, a bob of his head, setting the glass down. "Got to rob some poachers, got to kill a dinosaur. Got to ride a dinosaur and stock a private cache of firepower. I heard you went the way of the Dino - Do you remember it at all?"
He half-shrugs, taking a sip of the whisky instead of just downing it. "Some parts. More sensation than memories, I suppose. A bit odd, but only around middle of the scale."
Fitz raises an eyebrow. "Don't you remember the last Breach?"
"Not everyone 'round here is human, are they. So that was a species change right off."
"Hell, after everything, I'm not sure I'm 100% human. Which might also play a part in remembering. Better than wandering through the jungle as a human."
"Are you kiddin' me?" he asks with a little laugh. "I had a blast. Guns, whiskey and survival? Shit, I'm just sad I didn't find time to hit up the beach. What I wouldn't give for a port that had more of that."
He shook his head a little. "I need a vacation event. I think we all do. Something flush. Filled with a lake or somethin' that isn't infested with piranhas or man eating alligators or something." He lifts his chin a little with a pull of a smile. "Who cares about bein' a hundred percent human anyway."
He shook his head a little. "I need a vacation event. I think we all do. Something flush. Filled with a lake or somethin' that isn't infested with piranhas or man eating alligators or something." He lifts his chin a little with a pull of a smile. "Who cares about bein' a hundred percent human anyway."
"Most of that sounds awful. And the whiskey isn't location specific so it doesn't really count as making it sound any more pleasant." But he's not surprised that Raylan enjoyed himself.
"I wouldn't mind a nice vacation. A house next to that lake with a/c would be a start." He shrugs. "Xenophobes in the 50th century? Probably a lot of other times too, though that was my most recent direct encounter. Personally, I could do without the 'why it's not a hundred percent' but don't really care about the actual fact."
"I wouldn't mind a nice vacation. A house next to that lake with a/c would be a start." He shrugs. "Xenophobes in the 50th century? Probably a lot of other times too, though that was my most recent direct encounter. Personally, I could do without the 'why it's not a hundred percent' but don't really care about the actual fact."
"It's better than kickin' heels around here waiting for the next disaster. At least there, I know what the deal is, how it's most likely to go. And whiskey makes everything more pleasant no matter where you find it." Some habits would never be broken.
"Knowin' the why won't change the situation so I won't argue with you on that. Can I ask the How then? Just.. too many times gettin' beamed across the universe or something?"
"Knowin' the why won't change the situation so I won't argue with you on that. Can I ask the How then? Just.. too many times gettin' beamed across the universe or something?"
"Some of us aren't always waiting for the next disaster." That's what naps are for.
He shrugs. "It probably all started when an alien robot implanted this... thing in my great-great-grandfather."
He shrugs. "It probably all started when an alien robot implanted this... thing in my great-great-grandfather."
"It's a ball." When life is always a disaster right in the moment, he doesn't have energy to spare on what the next one will be.
Fitz smirks.
"What part of that could possibly be unclear?"
Fitz smirks.
"What part of that could possibly be unclear?"
He holds his hands a few inches apart. "It looked like a silver leech thing. And don't ask me about DNA, I don't know how it works or how it's supposed to work. I just know that it was implanted ol' Freddy and continued down the line."
"I said my great-great granddad, right? How long do you think he lived? I found this out from the alien robot. And my great-great uncle who'd been kept on ice by the robot."
"Wait, how much of your family has had alien contact? And what are the chances that so much of your family get caught up by one guy or that you run into him?"
He was starting to think that Fitz's life was a series of very Unlikely Events, perpetually strung together.
He was starting to think that Fitz's life was a series of very Unlikely Events, perpetually strung together.
"That's actually the part that makes the most sense, 'cause they're connected. Pretty big odds that it would be my family - though there were other families caught up too - but once that happened, the following alien encounters were from that."
He tilts his head, as he thinks that's an odd way to phrase it. "When did I say we weren't? He knows people I do, so I assume it'd be pretty unlikely if we weren't."
A rationalization that would work better if Fitz didn't enjoy giving people shit.
"Iris, too. Which isn't exactly shocking, considering that we have people who went to the same school here. And brothers..." Who's your inmate again?
"Iris, too. Which isn't exactly shocking, considering that we have people who went to the same school here. And brothers..." Who's your inmate again?
"Really?" He clucks softly in wonder, shaking his head. "I've only talked to her a couple of times." He needed to change that - Roman and John Seed.
"Family is different. More connections, I'd think. Some-" He waves a hand. "DNA, gene shit, I dunno."
"Family is different. More connections, I'd think. Some-" He waves a hand. "DNA, gene shit, I dunno."
"Huh, interesting. Oh, wait, no, that's dumb as fuck. You gave me shit about 'how could an alien effect your DNA' and now you're saying that actually family being picked up by an alien makes sense because of DNA stuff?"
"Does the Admiral count as Alien or Magic?" It was all countered smoothly, easily and without so much as a blink at Fitz's criticism. "Us gettin'.. Summoned here, offered the deal is quite a bit different than havin' somethin' put in you. Goin' on some kind of faith that whatever happens when we overboard doesn't alter our genetic structure."
"Sorry, you're not making this any less embarrassing for yourself. Ready Freddie, as he probably wasn't called, was one of a number of twins picked up by an alien robot that did this all over. You were randomly selected out of countless universes, times and places. One of these is a lot less unlikely then the other."
"Can you imagine? Luckily, that didn't run in the family."
"I'd say, definitely. The real question is whether they go away when we come back. Which I'd say... also probably yes. Though I suppose I haven't fully verified there's no dinosaur lurking around in my DNA."
"I don't even know if I was the type of dinosaur with a prehensile tail. I don't even know if dinosaurs have those. They've never been a big interest of mine."
"I'm sure one of 'em does. Considering how much weird shit has evolved over the years. Flint turned into somethin' about the size of a horse, if that makes ya feel any better. Feathers and all. Never cared much about Dinosaurs either, outside of the movie Jurassic Park, but anyone in my era is familiar with it."
His grin turned shit eating.
"No urge to go chasin' after the chickens to eat 'em raw, right?"
His grin turned shit eating.
"No urge to go chasin' after the chickens to eat 'em raw, right?"
"I think that was on Sam's list of films never to watch with a time traveler. Not sure if it was 'cause of pointing out what was wrong or the danger of ending up on a trip to the actual Jurassic world. I'm sure Flint made a lovely dinosaur."
In his most deadpan tone. He gives Raylan a look.
"Considering I was a herbivore, that would be all me. Reasonable response to forced vegetarian life."
In his most deadpan tone. He gives Raylan a look.
"Considering I was a herbivore, that would be all me. Reasonable response to forced vegetarian life."
"What, that's not the fun of watchin' 'em, you tearin' them apart?" While he didn't take in movies often anymore, he did appreciate a good ribbing of a bad movie.
Raylan took the flat look with a somewhat bemused smirk.
"If you can hold those horses, I can promise that you're first in line for fried chicken once the flock is a little bigger. Sweeny might have an issue with me takin' a bird off the top, but it's my effort goin' into makein' sure they don't die, starve, or launch themselves off the side."
Raylan took the flat look with a somewhat bemused smirk.
"If you can hold those horses, I can promise that you're first in line for fried chicken once the flock is a little bigger. Sweeny might have an issue with me takin' a bird off the top, but it's my effort goin' into makein' sure they don't die, starve, or launch themselves off the side."
"Not for me." His world has expanded a lot, but Fitz still loves films the same way he always has: as an escape. He can have a lot of fun making fun of something bad, but he doesn't seek out bad movies by choice.
"Considering how stupid chickens are, you're doing a real vital service."
"Considering how stupid chickens are, you're doing a real vital service."
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"Huh." That was unexpected.
"I am, for everyone's stomach and the sheer amount of shit the produce. But the soil likes it and I can admit I'm startin' to get fond of the whole exercise. That tune might change once we get to slaughter." He was going to have to start thinking about that system. Buckets, they'd need buckets.
"I am, for everyone's stomach and the sheer amount of shit the produce. But the soil likes it and I can admit I'm startin' to get fond of the whole exercise. That tune might change once we get to slaughter." He was going to have to start thinking about that system. Buckets, they'd need buckets.
"You should put up a notice, I, for once, would like to stay very far away from the chicken massacre."
He raises an eyebrow. "When I turn into a chicken? I've seen plenty of dead bodies, don't think it did for how I lived. Made my life worse, maybe, but not really made me more in tune with the rhythms of existence or whatever the fuck you sound like right now."
"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."
Raylan narrowed his eyes, trying to decide if Fitz was fucking with him or not.
"Sure, why not," he starts with a breath and shift on his seat atop the standing washing machine, one boot idly thumping against the side. "Killin' something is how we survive. Bein' eaten is how we feed predators. I'm gonna kill those chickens because I want a good, fried meal. If I didn't, I starve. So I'm fine with the chicken's bein' some folks introductions to how food gets on their plates. Metaphorically speaking."
"Sure, why not," he starts with a breath and shift on his seat atop the standing washing machine, one boot idly thumping against the side. "Killin' something is how we survive. Bein' eaten is how we feed predators. I'm gonna kill those chickens because I want a good, fried meal. If I didn't, I starve. So I'm fine with the chicken's bein' some folks introductions to how food gets on their plates. Metaphorically speaking."
Fitz shakes his head.
"The problem with that is that you could say it's just a basic statement of facts but I've heard it at the roots of some awful ideologies, which makes it even harder to take."
"The problem with that is that you could say it's just a basic statement of facts but I've heard it at the roots of some awful ideologies, which makes it even harder to take."
"Not I could say. It is, no matter what ideologies have twisted the idea into something that it ain't. We're back to social rules again. There's always exceptions, but we're talkin' about my stomach and chickens, there's nothin' more too it than that. Could use the crops instead of the bird, same idea. It's about respecting the effort it takes to survive. None of that.." His face scrunches up. "Racial Survival or Political survival, or whatever it is you're alludin' to."
"Neo-feudalism, actually, though it probably has elements of other ones. You say social rules, I say, by the same standards, you can't pretend experiences haven't happened. You can just disclose them. Though all that aside, I just think the whole idea that somehow seeing a chicken die so that you can eat it has any real value hard to take. I've seen where plenty of the food I eat has come from, and I remain firmly not in touch with the land."
"I'm not denyin' anyone their experience or pretendin' shit. But I'm also not assumin' that everyone has seen it." It was said with a little gesture of his fingers and slight narrowing of his eyes.
"You know, this line of thought is startin' to make me wonder if you've ever really been hungry. Because it's got a hellva lotta value where I come from."
"You know, this line of thought is startin' to make me wonder if you've ever really been hungry. Because it's got a hellva lotta value where I come from."
He sighs, leaning back. “Yes, I’ve really been hungry. Putting aside fun special occasions while traveling, I grew up without much money during rationing. I definitely prefer not to know where spam comes from.”
"Mm. Can't say I understand how hard rationing was and you sure as hell don't need me to validate it. I'm not sayin' you have to be connected to the land to appreciate your food, only that it would do some folks some good. Especially considerin' there's always a chance somethin' could fuck up and the gardens fallow."
"Believe me, I'm deeply grateful that I have absolutely no interest in anyone's validation." He doesn't live his life much concerned with other people's opinions, in general. "Anyway, I still maintain that if something truly out of the Admiral's control happens to the food here, we have much bigger problems."
Fitz shrugs. "Hey, I'm dead. So, right now, I'm coming out on top."
He laughs. "I fucking disintegrated, don't think there was any need for burial. As for white lights and the soft crooning of devils - nah. I've seen a couple of afterlives, but I didn't sign up. Not that I signed up for all this."
"You know me, I hate to be a hassle." He grins. "Now, I'd think a hit to the head might be more likely to produce a few white lights."
Raylan's lips turn down, but it's less a frown and more of a facial shrug. "Honestly, I expected more. But nope - darkness then a very blurry view of the world before my car was stolen from right behind me. It makes me more confident in my view that there's nothin' once we die. That and I haven't heard any stories to the contrary."
He'd asked too.
The dryer beeped loudly and Raylan hopped down from his spot with a little bounce.
"It's not somethin' I'm lookin' to test again."
He'd asked too.
The dryer beeped loudly and Raylan hopped down from his spot with a little bounce.
"It's not somethin' I'm lookin' to test again."
"Far be it from me to point out the big flaw in that line of thinking. The one that comes before how this place in general might make someone reconsider whether or not there's an afterlife."
"Oh, I'm sure there isn't. I've thought about it a lot; mostly while starin' at my own headstone in my front yard. All the stories that are peddled are bullshit bedtime stories to help people deal with their own fear of it. Doesn't stop it from catchin' up to us in the end and once we're gone.." Raylan shrugs as he opens the dryer.
"I'm fine with bein' worm food."
"I'm fine with bein' worm food."
"Really? Honestly, I never bothered to think about it. Life after death sounded awful, so I just put the whole thing out of my mind."
Raylan laughed a little as he started pulling his jeans, flannel and henley's out of the dryer and into . "That's the easiest way to handle it, I'll grant ya that. Most people that I've talked to about it can't quite manage to do that without sort of.. eating themselves from the inside out or imploding. Metaphorically speaking. Which leads to more literal disfunctions. They spend too much time worryin' about what's comin' to pay full attention to what's happening around them."
He slid a friendly glance over. "Clearly not a problem you have."
He slid a friendly glance over. "Clearly not a problem you have."
Fitz shrugs, grinning. "Obviously, part of that is just my natural cool. And it'd get embarrassing to be all obsessed with it after you've died a couple times. I just find other means to try to avoid paying full attention to what's happening around me, as that's usually also pretty awful."
"I say we all deserve a three month long vacation on an actual hospitable island where we can get drinks with umbrellas in them and think about gettin' sunburnt. It'd improve everyone's mood by at least forty five percent. Hey, this has been a pleasure, but me and my laundry are gonna fuck off and leave you to it, huh?"
He liked leaving things on high notes, as high as they ever got with Fitz, anyway.
He liked leaving things on high notes, as high as they ever got with Fitz, anyway.
"Perhaps, luckily, most of the time not getting what we deserve is a good thing. It can balance out the rest a bit." He waves Raylan off. "Have fun. I'm sure we won't be able to escape meeting again forever. Give or take death and disappearance."
It's is always nice to leave on a cheerful thought.
It's is always nice to leave on a cheerful thought.
I just want to make sure you'll be here to hear it!
[If he likes it, they can bond over it; if he hates it, she gets her revenge for the Lounge Incident. It's a win-win.]
[If he likes it, they can bond over it; if he hates it, she gets her revenge for the Lounge Incident. It's a win-win.]
Raylan doesn't bother to answer. Three minutes later and he was knocking on her door before opening his and walking in, leaving it open behind him. The cat, Pumpkin, trotted up with a loud and pointed meow, demanding a readily given pet and scratch as he takes his hat off and tosses it on the couch.
He looks over at his door, and if Misty is there -
"What's it about? Because a musical about Cats dying and going to Heaven was a little borin'." He'd liked The Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles though, don't ask him why.
He looks over at his door, and if Misty is there -
"What's it about? Because a musical about Cats dying and going to Heaven was a little borin'." He'd liked The Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles though, don't ask him why.
She is indeed there, cell phone in hand - it's quieter and more tinny than the CD player, but it's also more portable.
"How long have you had a cat?" she asks, bending to give it a little scritch behind the ears. "It's kind of weird how everybody has pets here, isn't it? Don't you worry about something bad happening?"
"How long have you had a cat?" she asks, bending to give it a little scritch behind the ears. "It's kind of weird how everybody has pets here, isn't it? Don't you worry about something bad happening?"
"Couple'a weeks. He was Tim's. Name's Pumpkin." Being an Orange Tabby, one could guess why.
"And I do worry. Constantly, as a matter of fact. But that doesn't get him off the ship, either way. Least here, he's comfortable." Comfortable and friendly; Pumpkin arched up into the touch and rubbed against her hand with a little meow.
"And he doesn't make a mess." IE no pissing in his boots.
"And I do worry. Constantly, as a matter of fact. But that doesn't get him off the ship, either way. Least here, he's comfortable." Comfortable and friendly; Pumpkin arched up into the touch and rubbed against her hand with a little meow.
"And he doesn't make a mess." IE no pissing in his boots.
"Well, then, where'd he come from? Was he in port? I have two rats, and they were bred here, which is just-- ridiculous, but the damage was already done, so--"
She shrugs.
"Somebody had to take care of them."
She shrugs.
"Somebody had to take care of them."
Raylan shrugs as he toes off his boots and pads into his kitchen, pulling down a glass and a bottle.
"I asked B, but best he could guess is that he managed to get on board durin' one of the ports but nothin' beyond that. I got no idea what his story is. I'm not normally a pet person either way. Pets require you to be home to care for 'em. You want a drink?"
"I asked B, but best he could guess is that he managed to get on board durin' one of the ports but nothin' beyond that. I got no idea what his story is. I'm not normally a pet person either way. Pets require you to be home to care for 'em. You want a drink?"
"I'm guessing you don't have wine in here, so... a beer? I guess."
Another scritch for Pumpkin the cat.
"I am a pet person. Not one of those weirdos who thinks they're better than people, but they sure are less complicated than people a lot of the time."
Another scritch for Pumpkin the cat.
"I am a pet person. Not one of those weirdos who thinks they're better than people, but they sure are less complicated than people a lot of the time."
"Ah," he sounds, one finger lifting as he pads towards his refrigerator. "You're lucky to have chosen tonight. After the raid on a few poacher camps, I managed to snag a bottle for myself amid what I got back for the bar. Hope you like red." Considering that she was fucking Red, Raylan assumed so.
He continued as he pulled out a half full wine bottle and got a mug down for her - Sorry Misty, the new apartment did not come with glassware.
"Bein' a pet person means you got a steady place to stay and see it everyday. My job doesn't really let me do that, so its better if I don't." The US Marshal's mug was pushed towards her as he switched bottles and refilled his own.
"That an' I'm used to dealin' with aggressive dogs trained to take the nuts of the closest squirrel with anything resembling a badge."
He continued as he pulled out a half full wine bottle and got a mug down for her - Sorry Misty, the new apartment did not come with glassware.
"Bein' a pet person means you got a steady place to stay and see it everyday. My job doesn't really let me do that, so its better if I don't." The US Marshal's mug was pushed towards her as he switched bottles and refilled his own.
"That an' I'm used to dealin' with aggressive dogs trained to take the nuts of the closest squirrel with anything resembling a badge."
It was sweet as hell. Proving a point that neither of them wanted to utter yet.
Raylan hums, half chuckles into the kiss, tongue just as eagerly wrestling against James's as his hands start pulling at the tanktop, their momentum stopped by the back of James's knees hitting the edge of the sofa in perfect time for him to break the kiss and pull the shirt off.
"Shoulda kept it," he said breathily as he starts pawing at his own shirt, jeans already tighter for the missing of him. "Coulda used it to tie you up or turn that pert ass of yours red," he teases, hands already tugging those basketball shorts of James's down.
Raylan hums, half chuckles into the kiss, tongue just as eagerly wrestling against James's as his hands start pulling at the tanktop, their momentum stopped by the back of James's knees hitting the edge of the sofa in perfect time for him to break the kiss and pull the shirt off.
"Shoulda kept it," he said breathily as he starts pawing at his own shirt, jeans already tighter for the missing of him. "Coulda used it to tie you up or turn that pert ass of yours red," he teases, hands already tugging those basketball shorts of James's down.
Those hands instinctively move down from his waist to grab handfuls of that fine ass as they move, his knees hitting the edge of the couch to stop them at their destination. The kiss breaks and suddenly Raylan is in a frenzy and he lifts his hands to help get the borrowed t-shirt up and off. In a blink, Raylan's own is gone and he's gripping the edges of those basketball shorts to tug them off his hips and he can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him at the rush of it all. He gives a soft shudder, cock bobbing with the arousal of Raylan's suggestions and the sudden pooling of his blood pumping thickly downward.
"Are you trying to tell me that's the only belt you own?" He quirks a brow, standing nude, and as the other rises, he'll grip the belt around his waist and tug him closer as he slowly undoes it and pulls it free of the loops in his jeans. He'll raise his brows in a cheeky sort of expression of false surprise, taking the belt and draping it over Raylan's shoulders before his hands go right back to the front of his jeans to tug them open, worrying his bottom lip.
"So which is it Handsome?" He sweeps his hands in under the cloth, between his jeans and his underwear to palm that hardening cock. He leaves the question up for Raylan to decipher, does he mean with the suggestion of christening furniture? which to start with first, or to decide whether to tie him up or whip him with the belt?
"Are you trying to tell me that's the only belt you own?" He quirks a brow, standing nude, and as the other rises, he'll grip the belt around his waist and tug him closer as he slowly undoes it and pulls it free of the loops in his jeans. He'll raise his brows in a cheeky sort of expression of false surprise, taking the belt and draping it over Raylan's shoulders before his hands go right back to the front of his jeans to tug them open, worrying his bottom lip.
"So which is it Handsome?" He sweeps his hands in under the cloth, between his jeans and his underwear to palm that hardening cock. He leaves the question up for Raylan to decipher, does he mean with the suggestion of christening furniture? which to start with first, or to decide whether to tie him up or whip him with the belt?
There's a curl into their kiss, a smile Raylan can't stop at the fierce grabbing of his ass or the way it made his hips grind into James's as they move. See, this was clearly half everyone's fault, in the best possible way. Raylan needed, in some primal way, to be bare, to feel James against him like proof he was alive and well.
Thanks to all of James's work so far, Raylan was happily shameless about it.
"Who said I owned the first one," he asks back, rising with his shit eating devilish grin as he watches James strip him, the backs of his fingers busy running up the lines of James's body, from the outside of his thigh, to the pale soft flesh of his inner hip, teasing an almost brush of the man's cock. Raylan looks up from under his eyebrows with a suggestive bounce of the expressive hairs, grin still cheeky.
But it was hard to keep that kind of thing up with that hand down his pants, body shuddering on his inhale as his hands turn out, palms gripping the high hippy area of James's ass as his eyes roam over James's face, considering his options and the rush that had nothing to do with the hand on his dick.
The belt was slowly pulled off his neck and without breaking eye contact, Raylan slid the tongue through the buckle and caught James's free hand, tightening it with a jerk of his hand that positioned it at the small of James's back. Leaning in, he steals James's lips up for the sheer joy of it.
Also so that he could slide his free hand down James's working arm, aiming to bend it back with its mate to be tied with a confidence that no good man should have.
He broke the kiss when he was sure of his knot and grins again.
"Who says I gotta choose?" The question came with a sharp clap of his hand against James's ass, fingers grabbing and kneading the flesh. "But before I get to all that," he husks, sinking back down onto his knees to stroke his cock before licking it from the bottom base to tip. "I want a taste of what everyone else got a look of on deck."
With a swirl of his tongue around James's tip, Raylan sinks his length into his mouth, burying him into the back of his throat in the start of a hungry pace.
Thanks to all of James's work so far, Raylan was happily shameless about it.
"Who said I owned the first one," he asks back, rising with his shit eating devilish grin as he watches James strip him, the backs of his fingers busy running up the lines of James's body, from the outside of his thigh, to the pale soft flesh of his inner hip, teasing an almost brush of the man's cock. Raylan looks up from under his eyebrows with a suggestive bounce of the expressive hairs, grin still cheeky.
But it was hard to keep that kind of thing up with that hand down his pants, body shuddering on his inhale as his hands turn out, palms gripping the high hippy area of James's ass as his eyes roam over James's face, considering his options and the rush that had nothing to do with the hand on his dick.
The belt was slowly pulled off his neck and without breaking eye contact, Raylan slid the tongue through the buckle and caught James's free hand, tightening it with a jerk of his hand that positioned it at the small of James's back. Leaning in, he steals James's lips up for the sheer joy of it.
Also so that he could slide his free hand down James's working arm, aiming to bend it back with its mate to be tied with a confidence that no good man should have.
He broke the kiss when he was sure of his knot and grins again.
"Who says I gotta choose?" The question came with a sharp clap of his hand against James's ass, fingers grabbing and kneading the flesh. "But before I get to all that," he husks, sinking back down onto his knees to stroke his cock before licking it from the bottom base to tip. "I want a taste of what everyone else got a look of on deck."
With a swirl of his tongue around James's tip, Raylan sinks his length into his mouth, burying him into the back of his throat in the start of a hungry pace.
He loves this side of Raylan -- well he loves all of Raylan, really-- but this particular side is always so much fun. That cheeky, sexy, playful little shit side of the Marshal was always a good one to pull free. He hums softly, eyes following the belt but not hesitating in how he works that cock with the slide of the cloth in his grip. He is incredibly impressed with how quick and smooth he manages to get one hand pulled taught at his back in the blink of an eye. He worries his bottom lip as the other hand trails down his working arm and he knows exactly where it's going. He has the mind to release his grip the moment his wrist is grabbed and twisted back to join its mate.
Before he can so much as teasingly protest his lips are caught up in a hungry, firm kiss and he moans softly into it as he feels the leather tighten and there's just something about that bold strength and confidence that's intoxicating. Once he's trussed up nice he stands at half-mast, and that hard clap against his backside pulls a grunt out of him, making his whole body tense and jerk. It's followed by a hiss and pleased hum as the sting and ebb is massaged out but sinks straight to his cock making it bob and fill a little more with anticipation.
He swallows hard, mouth going absolutely dry as Raylan sinks down his body onto his knees and just a flick of that look up at him, those eager hazel eyes nearly have him melting then and there. He shudders and pushes his hips into the stroke, biting back a moan into another hum with the drag of his tongue from base to tip.
"I dih-hah" His attempt to protest once more broken by a moan he can't contain as soon as his cock is plunged into Raylan's throat. He flexes, fingers clenching and unclenching in their binding wanting so badly to bury in Raylan's hair. He watches him work cursing softly under his breath and he's hard as hell in an instant. He looks so fucking good on his knees with his lips wrapped around him.
Before he can so much as teasingly protest his lips are caught up in a hungry, firm kiss and he moans softly into it as he feels the leather tighten and there's just something about that bold strength and confidence that's intoxicating. Once he's trussed up nice he stands at half-mast, and that hard clap against his backside pulls a grunt out of him, making his whole body tense and jerk. It's followed by a hiss and pleased hum as the sting and ebb is massaged out but sinks straight to his cock making it bob and fill a little more with anticipation.
He swallows hard, mouth going absolutely dry as Raylan sinks down his body onto his knees and just a flick of that look up at him, those eager hazel eyes nearly have him melting then and there. He shudders and pushes his hips into the stroke, biting back a moan into another hum with the drag of his tongue from base to tip.
"I dih-hah" His attempt to protest once more broken by a moan he can't contain as soon as his cock is plunged into Raylan's throat. He flexes, fingers clenching and unclenching in their binding wanting so badly to bury in Raylan's hair. He watches him work cursing softly under his breath and he's hard as hell in an instant. He looks so fucking good on his knees with his lips wrapped around him.
It was a side that he didn't get to pull out often; with James was the only context where he felt like he could let the man pull it out of him. Besides, Raylan very rarely got to show off these kinds of skills anymore and he did so enjoy getting to employ them. Especially when he was getting such amazing responses for his efforts. Raylan wanted to undo James every single time they came together like this and it was something he aimed to make clear by the way he swallows around his cock, hands spreading back up over James's thighs as he holds him in place, sucking him down with a swirl of his tongue against the velvet tip and further down his root.
When he felt like James was wound up enough to edge towards the hill of climax, Raylan pulled off, the loud Pop, lips a little swollen from his work, chest heaving under labored breath. Pushing to his feet, Raylan reached for him to kiss him roughly again, sharing the salty sweat taste with the twist of his tongue.
The kiss broke this time with a rough sound and Raylan raked his eyes over his lover, grin slipping back on, roguish and a little feral.
"Turn around," he commands, helping James do just that so he can tuck himself up behind the man, hand spreading across his chest as the other sinks down to encircle the base of his cock and teasingly hefting it's weight. "Can't have any cum ruinin' my leather now, so when I bend you over this couch, you're gonna keep those hips rolled back, okay?"
When he felt like James was wound up enough to edge towards the hill of climax, Raylan pulled off, the loud Pop, lips a little swollen from his work, chest heaving under labored breath. Pushing to his feet, Raylan reached for him to kiss him roughly again, sharing the salty sweat taste with the twist of his tongue.
The kiss broke this time with a rough sound and Raylan raked his eyes over his lover, grin slipping back on, roguish and a little feral.
"Turn around," he commands, helping James do just that so he can tuck himself up behind the man, hand spreading across his chest as the other sinks down to encircle the base of his cock and teasingly hefting it's weight. "Can't have any cum ruinin' my leather now, so when I bend you over this couch, you're gonna keep those hips rolled back, okay?"
James has to spread his feet a little to balance his weight while standing, arms tucked at his back where they're tied looking more like a soldier held firmly at attention as Raylan sets a ravenous pace. He's moaning out his name, thighs quivering and hips giving a gentle roll in time with the pull of those lips and swipe of tongue. He's shuddering and panting hard. Just when he thinks the other might push him up the hill to a proper end he pulls off with a lewd sound and has him trembling with the absence of the wet heat.
Properly drunk off his arousal his mouth is easily taken in that kiss, tasting his own precum on his tongue as he parts his lips and allows the other to possessively dominate his mouth. His breaths rasp off his lips when the kiss breaks and he's commanded to turn around. He'll do so with some guidance but is easily swept up into the embrace, curling his back and practically melting into the press of Raylan against him. He nods at the instruction, spreading his stance again in preparation for being bent over the couch. He'll roll his hips back at an angle to rub his ass against Raylan tantalizingly, fingers grasping at what skin they can reach. He'll turn his shoulders slightly, just enough that he can angle his head and chin to try and catch Raylan's lips again.
Properly drunk off his arousal his mouth is easily taken in that kiss, tasting his own precum on his tongue as he parts his lips and allows the other to possessively dominate his mouth. His breaths rasp off his lips when the kiss breaks and he's commanded to turn around. He'll do so with some guidance but is easily swept up into the embrace, curling his back and practically melting into the press of Raylan against him. He nods at the instruction, spreading his stance again in preparation for being bent over the couch. He'll roll his hips back at an angle to rub his ass against Raylan tantalizingly, fingers grasping at what skin they can reach. He'll turn his shoulders slightly, just enough that he can angle his head and chin to try and catch Raylan's lips again.
Raylan was finding out how intoxicating having James strung up was - there was something addicting about the way his broad chest jutted out, how his body had to move without the free range of his arms. Or maybe it had to do with the way James was shuddering and panting; either way, the Marshal found it fucking stunning.
Just as stunning as his hands felt across the low, fabric busy part of Raylan's stomach. Yeah, those were going to have to go, and soon.
There was no arguing with that little turn and Raylan hummed again as he met it, fingers coming to dance up that stretch of neck, helping keep James there as his other reached around to help and hold him low across his belly. Breaking the kiss slowly, Raylan grinned, thumb running over James's bottom lip.
"Let me go get somethin' to make things slicker, darlin', you wait right there." With one more kiss, Raylan pulls back and steps around, slapping James's ass as he went. It'd only take him a few seconds to grab a towel and the bottle of oil, a few more to stop and kick off his pants and boxers, before he was striding back out into the living room, cock bobbing eagerly in rhythm with his step.
Just as stunning as his hands felt across the low, fabric busy part of Raylan's stomach. Yeah, those were going to have to go, and soon.
There was no arguing with that little turn and Raylan hummed again as he met it, fingers coming to dance up that stretch of neck, helping keep James there as his other reached around to help and hold him low across his belly. Breaking the kiss slowly, Raylan grinned, thumb running over James's bottom lip.
"Let me go get somethin' to make things slicker, darlin', you wait right there." With one more kiss, Raylan pulls back and steps around, slapping James's ass as he went. It'd only take him a few seconds to grab a towel and the bottle of oil, a few more to stop and kick off his pants and boxers, before he was striding back out into the living room, cock bobbing eagerly in rhythm with his step.
There was something to be said about giving over his control to someone he trusts with his life and his vulnerability. It was exhilarating and arousing in its own right. He enjoyed letting Raylan have that power over him and seeing what he would do with it or what he'd do with him. Perhaps for some, it might be strange that a man like him could give himself over in such a way, especially with all the power he commands, but for him, it's intensely exciting to not have to think or be responsible for a fleeting moment.
He hums softly as that hand skirts up his throat and holds him close, parting his lips when the kiss breaks to capture the tip of that thumb enticingly. He nods again when the other speaks of running to get more items for their play and he kisses him in kind before simply standing, waiting for the next command, patiently but achingly hard. It gives his body a little time to come down a bit to make their play last.
The slap on his ass gets grunted, bitten back moan and he watches Raylan run off to quickly gather up his things or undress. Meanwhile, he's contemplating the couch and if he should go ahead and bend himself over it eagerly. Of course, he's distracted by the cat staring at him, and he frowns softly.
"You're one to judge, you like to just sit on the coffee table out in full view for all to see you licking yourself." She even huffs a little at him, turns up her nose, and wanders off to another part of the apartment.
He follows her and then up to the view of pale legs padding towards him, and the gentle bobbing of that cock as it sways between his thighs. His eyes flick up to that all-too-happy and handsome man and he can't help but to reflect the grin.
"I'm starting to see a pattern here," He turns his arms slightly to move his hands and wrists to indicate them being tied.
"I have rope, you know, lots of it, if you ever decide you want to truss me up completely."
He hums softly as that hand skirts up his throat and holds him close, parting his lips when the kiss breaks to capture the tip of that thumb enticingly. He nods again when the other speaks of running to get more items for their play and he kisses him in kind before simply standing, waiting for the next command, patiently but achingly hard. It gives his body a little time to come down a bit to make their play last.
The slap on his ass gets grunted, bitten back moan and he watches Raylan run off to quickly gather up his things or undress. Meanwhile, he's contemplating the couch and if he should go ahead and bend himself over it eagerly. Of course, he's distracted by the cat staring at him, and he frowns softly.
"You're one to judge, you like to just sit on the coffee table out in full view for all to see you licking yourself." She even huffs a little at him, turns up her nose, and wanders off to another part of the apartment.
He follows her and then up to the view of pale legs padding towards him, and the gentle bobbing of that cock as it sways between his thighs. His eyes flick up to that all-too-happy and handsome man and he can't help but to reflect the grin.
"I'm starting to see a pattern here," He turns his arms slightly to move his hands and wrists to indicate them being tied.
"I have rope, you know, lots of it, if you ever decide you want to truss me up completely."
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Raylan's sharp ears caught the conversation with the cat and he came back in with a crooked but amused grin. There was something nice in knowing that James and the cat were getting along. Made fore a more peaceful home.
"We can't let her have all the fun, can we. And as for all this," he says, towel whipping down onto the arm of the couch so that he could reach for James and run a hand down his side and hip, grin pulling as he tugged him in against his hip.
"What can I say. Bein' tied up makes some of the best parts of you flex so nicely," he purred, hand sliding around James's ass as he trails his mouth up James's neck, nipping lightly at that skin. "And I'm gonna take you up on that offer one day. Won't even need to borrow your rope."
Grinning, Raylan steps around James, one hand staying on his skin to smooth over the taunt stomach and chest muscles of his lover, lips ghosting over his shoulder as Raylan comes around to the back.
"Step back and shift over, show me that perfect ass."
"We can't let her have all the fun, can we. And as for all this," he says, towel whipping down onto the arm of the couch so that he could reach for James and run a hand down his side and hip, grin pulling as he tugged him in against his hip.
"What can I say. Bein' tied up makes some of the best parts of you flex so nicely," he purred, hand sliding around James's ass as he trails his mouth up James's neck, nipping lightly at that skin. "And I'm gonna take you up on that offer one day. Won't even need to borrow your rope."
Grinning, Raylan steps around James, one hand staying on his skin to smooth over the taunt stomach and chest muscles of his lover, lips ghosting over his shoulder as Raylan comes around to the back.
"Step back and shift over, show me that perfect ass."
Ripples of goosebumps chase after Raylan's fingers and he'll lean into it when he's pulled against his lover. He half-closes his eyes with a soft hum as that hand then dances over his ass, and those lips move up his neck. He tilts his head to give him more access and gasps softly with the nip. He'll push his hips back a little to nudge his ass into the touch.
"Good." He huffs with a raspy edge to his voice, feeling the heat rising in his veins as his blood thickens once more with arousal. He rolls his shoulders back to press his chest out into Raylan's fingers as he walks around behind him. Pulse ramping up and belly twisting with anticipation, his cock bobs eagerly.
He does as he's told taking a step back to nudge himself against Raylan's body. He curls his back at first to tip his head so he can look back at him with the most smoldering look he can manage. He'll then slowly bend himself over at the waist, spreading his feet a little and angling his hips back to accentuate that perfect ass Raylan wants to see. He rubs himself teasingly back against the other.
"Like this?" He feigns innocence and glances back at him once more with a smirk.
"Good." He huffs with a raspy edge to his voice, feeling the heat rising in his veins as his blood thickens once more with arousal. He rolls his shoulders back to press his chest out into Raylan's fingers as he walks around behind him. Pulse ramping up and belly twisting with anticipation, his cock bobs eagerly.
He does as he's told taking a step back to nudge himself against Raylan's body. He curls his back at first to tip his head so he can look back at him with the most smoldering look he can manage. He'll then slowly bend himself over at the waist, spreading his feet a little and angling his hips back to accentuate that perfect ass Raylan wants to see. He rubs himself teasingly back against the other.
"Like this?" He feigns innocence and glances back at him once more with a smirk.
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James oiled and under candlelight like this would also be a delicious sight, Raylan muses to himself, stomach curling in need at that look he gets flashed over the freckled shoulder. He quite liked the way James's face looked when he was caught in the throes and looks like that only made Raylan want to wipe it off with something better even more.
"Very good," he praises. One gun callused hand smoothes across the low of James's back and hips, like one might inspect a horse, attentive eyes snapping up to Flint's face with a smirk of his own. He had to wait for the right moment, not too sudden, but not too long, to spank the fleshy curve of his ass, followed swiftly by another spank on his other side. He and his cock wanted to feel the jump and tense of those muscles.
Since it was all about what James didn't see, Raylan sent his hands sliding down his cheeks as Raylan pulls back a fraction, palms moving down the back of James's thighs and calves as he sank down. Raylan nips at his left ass cheek as his hands come back up to collect and massage the fleshy globes, nipping his way in so he could swipe his tongue across James's asshole teasingly.
"Very good," he praises. One gun callused hand smoothes across the low of James's back and hips, like one might inspect a horse, attentive eyes snapping up to Flint's face with a smirk of his own. He had to wait for the right moment, not too sudden, but not too long, to spank the fleshy curve of his ass, followed swiftly by another spank on his other side. He and his cock wanted to feel the jump and tense of those muscles.
Since it was all about what James didn't see, Raylan sent his hands sliding down his cheeks as Raylan pulls back a fraction, palms moving down the back of James's thighs and calves as he sank down. Raylan nips at his left ass cheek as his hands come back up to collect and massage the fleshy globes, nipping his way in so he could swipe his tongue across James's asshole teasingly.
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James settles against the arm of the couch as those hands caress down the swell of his ass and he hums appreciatively at the touch. The resounding slap does get a tense and a good jiggle, a soft hitch, the second slap gets the same but ends in another hungry hum. He rubs himself back against the cock pressed against him, heat rising quickly through his body and curling tight in the low of his stomach.
He's surprised to feel the other pull back and glances back briefly to see how Raylan kneels down, touch cascading down his thighs as his breath takes on a rasp. The nip gets a soft hiss and a startled "ah" but the massaging is nice. He feels the graze of teeth move steadily inward and that first press of warm, wet, and firm against his hole has him gasping. Raylan can't see it but he's worrying his bottom lip in anticipation.
He's surprised to feel the other pull back and glances back briefly to see how Raylan kneels down, touch cascading down his thighs as his breath takes on a rasp. The nip gets a soft hiss and a startled "ah" but the massaging is nice. He feels the graze of teeth move steadily inward and that first press of warm, wet, and firm against his hole has him gasping. Raylan can't see it but he's worrying his bottom lip in anticipation.
Raylan' tongue worked, sweeping and pushing and flicking inside Flint's soft interior. His hand lets go, only to slap a cheek again, rough hand spreading and groping the globe. This was the first time he'd done this too but it was a trend that Raylan could get behind. He wanted to explore all the pleasures he could with James. For as long as he could.
The other cheek gets the same treatment, a sharp slap, a roll of Raylan's tongue inside him until he had Flint keening and panting. Only then would Raylan stand up and start spanking Flint, hand moving in such a way to catch the bottom of his ass as it struck up, peppering the flesh with color and the hint of welts.
The other cheek gets the same treatment, a sharp slap, a roll of Raylan's tongue inside him until he had Flint keening and panting. Only then would Raylan stand up and start spanking Flint, hand moving in such a way to catch the bottom of his ass as it struck up, peppering the flesh with color and the hint of welts.
Soon the sounds falling off his lips are breathy and unbidden, starting low and rising in clip. His hips rock, pressing back into the working of that tongue into him, but the first hard slap coupled with the lathing of the other's tongue inside him has him nearly weak in the knees. His hole tightens and throbs, pulsing when the hand comes down once more on the other side, hips bucking at the treatment. He's moaning like a whore by the time Raylan lets up and stands.
But he's not out of the woods it seems and the spanking to follow has him crying out in both pain and pleasure with each resounding clash of skin on skin. The heat of the sting from each open-palmed slap is deep and vibrant. It shakes him to the core and shudders up his spine. He's pulling away out of instinct but flexing back to try and keep his place. His knees threatened to buckle as his legs shake, fighting to keep himself balanced on the arm of the couch without the use of his arms, or not completely melt into an aroused heap. His cock his hard and bobbing, leaking precum in slow drops.
But he's not out of the woods it seems and the spanking to follow has him crying out in both pain and pleasure with each resounding clash of skin on skin. The heat of the sting from each open-palmed slap is deep and vibrant. It shakes him to the core and shudders up his spine. He's pulling away out of instinct but flexing back to try and keep his place. His knees threatened to buckle as his legs shake, fighting to keep himself balanced on the arm of the couch without the use of his arms, or not completely melt into an aroused heap. His cock his hard and bobbing, leaking precum in slow drops.
"Such a pert little ass," Raylan praises, hand smoothing over James's back as his other strikes with each word before taking over rubbing duties. He moans with an exhales, not really realizing it as he starts lightly pinching the welts that were starting to rise up.
"First world we get too where I can buy a sex swing, a cock ring, and several dildos, I'm gonna. A buncha toys to work us both out. How do you feel about that?"
The collapse was what Raylan was pushing for, the reason for the couch and the few pillows that had been tugged Flint's way at the start, giving him something to drop his chest onto if he needed to. And Raylan intended on making him need to.
"First world we get too where I can buy a sex swing, a cock ring, and several dildos, I'm gonna. A buncha toys to work us both out. How do you feel about that?"
The collapse was what Raylan was pushing for, the reason for the couch and the few pillows that had been tugged Flint's way at the start, giving him something to drop his chest onto if he needed to. And Raylan intended on making him need to.
The pale skin was bright red by the time the other slows to gently rub him and it gets a long, low hum of a moan out of him at the pleasure of the massaging touch that complimented how his body was on fire. He pushes back into it until those fingers pinch, then he instinctually pulls away with a hiss.
"Yes," He huffs, "Please," he can't work out much more in the way of words with his head swimming as it is, drunk on the pain, the pleasure, and his heady arousal. He doesn't really know what some of those things are, but the idea of learning and experiencing them, of taking each other apart was something he wanted to enjoy together.
His knees are quaking as the other touches him and he's struggling with the desire for more, and the want to be fucked. Eventually, he'll give in and slowly sink down onto the couch, and onto his knees, so he's still bent over the cushions.
"Yes," He huffs, "Please," he can't work out much more in the way of words with his head swimming as it is, drunk on the pain, the pleasure, and his heady arousal. He doesn't really know what some of those things are, but the idea of learning and experiencing them, of taking each other apart was something he wanted to enjoy together.
His knees are quaking as the other touches him and he's struggling with the desire for more, and the want to be fucked. Eventually, he'll give in and slowly sink down onto the couch, and onto his knees, so he's still bent over the cushions.
The push and pull, the embrace of it against the natural instinct to preserve yourself was an admittedly beautiful kind of dance. One that Raylan wasn't taking for granted with Flint either - this wasn't a man to give over his control or his power and somehow that made it all the more enticing, arousing, elevated over something as basic as fucking him.
Diverting over to the coffee table and back again, done inside three of his miles long strides, gets Raylan the oil. The cap opening was loud in the room, and Raylan hums as he carefully drizzles a stream of it across James's ass, lingering in his seam for a few seconds longer and catching it all with his fingers. He smeared and spread, two fingers teasingly pushing at the tight ring of muscle until he was pushing into James's depths, scissoring them gently to help work some of the slickness inside the man. Once he'd set the bottle down next to him on the floor, he could use his free hand to spread and work the oil into James's cheeks with a rough grip into the welts as his fingers start to thrust and hunt for that little nugget of pleasure in there.
"You know what a cockring is, darlin'? A bit of something around that beautiful dick of yours, somethin' to keep you hard and keep you from cummin' too soon. I could work you out for hours again, milk you dry and then empty myself down your throat."
Diverting over to the coffee table and back again, done inside three of his miles long strides, gets Raylan the oil. The cap opening was loud in the room, and Raylan hums as he carefully drizzles a stream of it across James's ass, lingering in his seam for a few seconds longer and catching it all with his fingers. He smeared and spread, two fingers teasingly pushing at the tight ring of muscle until he was pushing into James's depths, scissoring them gently to help work some of the slickness inside the man. Once he'd set the bottle down next to him on the floor, he could use his free hand to spread and work the oil into James's cheeks with a rough grip into the welts as his fingers start to thrust and hunt for that little nugget of pleasure in there.
"You know what a cockring is, darlin'? A bit of something around that beautiful dick of yours, somethin' to keep you hard and keep you from cummin' too soon. I could work you out for hours again, milk you dry and then empty myself down your throat."
There's a soft gasp at the feel of the wet oil being drizzled over his ass, and he briefly remembers what he was told earlier, rolling his hips back and spreading his thighs. He moans softly at the rub of those fingers over him, cock bobbing as Raylan teases at his entrance before slowly pushing in. He moans louder then, aroused nerves dialed up to eleven from the spanking still thrumming in his heated skin. He pushes back into the thrust of Raylan's fingers, feeling him stretch him and feel for that Walnut, and as soon as the other finds it, it pulls another gasp from him.
"Nnh-No." He huffs, breaths rasping and fingers flexing at his back where they're tied and resting on his spine. He could probably use that cockring right about now. He's afraid he'll come the moment Raylan sinks into him with how absolutely worked up and aroused he is. He pants softly as he's finger fucked, head swimming with the imagery Raylan's painting for him and another tap-rub on his prostate has some precum dripping from him onto the floor, pulling another moan out of his chest. He's doing his best to keep his ass angled back.
"Nnh-No." He huffs, breaths rasping and fingers flexing at his back where they're tied and resting on his spine. He could probably use that cockring right about now. He's afraid he'll come the moment Raylan sinks into him with how absolutely worked up and aroused he is. He pants softly as he's finger fucked, head swimming with the imagery Raylan's painting for him and another tap-rub on his prostate has some precum dripping from him onto the floor, pulling another moan out of his chest. He's doing his best to keep his ass angled back.
God, Raylan loved this, being able to bring James as much pleasure as he wanted before taking his own, being trusted with James's body so readily. There was no arguing with his need to protect the man, to keep the man secure and happy, to steal as many lewd and fulfilling nights as they could before the Barge barged in on their self-made paradise.
"I love the way you sound," Raylan says, cock bouncing, hungry to bury inside of James's clutch. But he was much a masochist as a sadist, and he wanted to earn a few more of those sweet sounds before he gave way to his own carnal needs.
Two fingers turns into three, stretching Flint more properly to the size that would be working into him, but as soon as Raylan got those few sounds, he was shifting to stand behind Flint and lining himself up with the ring of flesh.
"This what you want baby?"
"I love the way you sound," Raylan says, cock bouncing, hungry to bury inside of James's clutch. But he was much a masochist as a sadist, and he wanted to earn a few more of those sweet sounds before he gave way to his own carnal needs.
Two fingers turns into three, stretching Flint more properly to the size that would be working into him, but as soon as Raylan got those few sounds, he was shifting to stand behind Flint and lining himself up with the ring of flesh.
"This what you want baby?"
As Raylan remarks how much he loves the sounds he makes, and presses a third finger in, he'll keen louder. The praise and delirious pleasure easily have him unwound, not caring about the initial embarrassment, drunk on the feeling, and wanting to please his lover. Raylan is rewarded with more moans of need as he presses his fingers in, stretching and rubbing at his prostate.
There's a soft shudder when his hand is removed and he pants heavily trying to force his arousal down, cock bobbing still wet with precum. He shifts his weight a little and rocks his ass back as soon as he feels the head of Raylan's cock press to his entrance teasingly.
"Yah-Yes." He begs breathlessly, "Please" comes out in a near whine for more. He's so painfully aroused and wants to feel the other buried in him, fucking him till he sees stars.
There's a soft shudder when his hand is removed and he pants heavily trying to force his arousal down, cock bobbing still wet with precum. He shifts his weight a little and rocks his ass back as soon as he feels the head of Raylan's cock press to his entrance teasingly.
"Yah-Yes." He begs breathlessly, "Please" comes out in a near whine for more. He's so painfully aroused and wants to feel the other buried in him, fucking him till he sees stars.
How could he say no to such a sweet plea? Raylan pushes in with a groan, slowly working himself to the root. His hands spread James's cheeks, pushing him into the couch arm a little, loving the heat under his hands from the stiff spanking, and he starts moving. Slow at first, to tease them both, to watch his length slide in and out of James's ass, to enjoy the sounds that were coming from beneath him, but it didn't take long for him to start picking up the pace, bucking his hips up a little to better hit that sweet spot now and then, along with a hard slaps of those cheeks when Raylan wanted a little more.
He'd warned James, he was a greedy man.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, hands shifting to smooth up Flint's forearms, only to come back down and grab at his bound hands, using that as leverage to pound into him harder. It didn't matter if anyone could hear them or if Misty and Sweeney were planning their next fuck fest to counteract the noises being made. All that mattered was making James gaspmoan his name and making the man come undone before Raylan chased his own ends.
He'd warned James, he was a greedy man.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, hands shifting to smooth up Flint's forearms, only to come back down and grab at his bound hands, using that as leverage to pound into him harder. It didn't matter if anyone could hear them or if Misty and Sweeney were planning their next fuck fest to counteract the noises being made. All that mattered was making James gaspmoan his name and making the man come undone before Raylan chased his own ends.
The relief of feeling Raylan finally pushing into him pulls a sound out of him he didn't recognize, long and keening with that satisfaction. He rolls his hips back, trying to keep that initial instruction at the fore front, half-fucking himself back against the slide of Raylan's cock as he sheathes himself. He moans at the way his heated skin is groped and spread, legs trembling as his lover starts to thrust. There's a part of him that wishes he could see him sliding in and out between his abused cheeks.
A sultry "Ah!" barks off his lips with each hard slap, the pace making him writhe as he tries to keep his hips angled into the abusing thrusts. His body is bucked against the arm of the couch with the force, each push against his prostate has him shuddering and keening. He struggles to keep himself from coming, feeling his body frustratingly plateau but willing to take the pounding of his life.
He's soon rewarded with just that as Raylan's hands grip his own and he tries to wrap his fingers around his wrists as he's pulled into the bruising thrusts. He's lifted off the cushions in doing so and the sounds he makes rises in volume and clip. Desperate, and absolutely the sluttiest noise he's ever let fall off his lips. Truncated cries, broken in raspy pants by the slam of Raylan's hips into him.
"Rah-Ray-RAYLAN!" He can barely catch his breath in his lungs, "F-Fuck!"
It's not long, he knows he can't hold out at this pace and he's pushing his ass back into the abuse when he breaks. He comes hard, crying out unbidden, body shuddering and writhing back against him despite how he's held. He rocks with the thrusts, losing himself completely and his knees tremble and give again as his body gives over to the wash of euphoria that threatens to blind him. He's completely at the other's mercy to keep driving into him and loving every second of it. Head swimming and high, every inch of him alight but numb at the same time.
A sultry "Ah!" barks off his lips with each hard slap, the pace making him writhe as he tries to keep his hips angled into the abusing thrusts. His body is bucked against the arm of the couch with the force, each push against his prostate has him shuddering and keening. He struggles to keep himself from coming, feeling his body frustratingly plateau but willing to take the pounding of his life.
He's soon rewarded with just that as Raylan's hands grip his own and he tries to wrap his fingers around his wrists as he's pulled into the bruising thrusts. He's lifted off the cushions in doing so and the sounds he makes rises in volume and clip. Desperate, and absolutely the sluttiest noise he's ever let fall off his lips. Truncated cries, broken in raspy pants by the slam of Raylan's hips into him.
"Rah-Ray-RAYLAN!" He can barely catch his breath in his lungs, "F-Fuck!"
It's not long, he knows he can't hold out at this pace and he's pushing his ass back into the abuse when he breaks. He comes hard, crying out unbidden, body shuddering and writhing back against him despite how he's held. He rocks with the thrusts, losing himself completely and his knees tremble and give again as his body gives over to the wash of euphoria that threatens to blind him. He's completely at the other's mercy to keep driving into him and loving every second of it. Head swimming and high, every inch of him alight but numb at the same time.
It wasn't like running a race, but it was a bit like competing - not wanting to relent or give up, not wanting to take it easy. Raylan pushed himself to push Flint, fucking as hard as he could as he tried to run baseball stats through the back of his head. He can't believe he's fucking like this, being allowed to fuck like this, and something about that alone made him work harder at it. He didn't want to disappoint, after all.
He shudders out a half growled, short chuckle of sex snarled approval at the way Flint was sounding off and going wild, the way he shouted his name - god help anyone within earshot in the hall - and it's followed quickly by a gasp and a groan as Flint bears down on him. "Fuck, baby," he swears, rolling himself in with each stroke. When he felt James was through the peak and valley, Raylan pushes him forward again, leaning into the thrust as he moves for his own ends.
They were chased just as hard as James, one hand planting in the middle of the man's back as Raylan pounds, and its a whole few minutes later before Raylan's thusts start shuddering before slamming in hard with his moans above the pirate. Body demanding at least three more thrusts before stopping, Raylan sags a little, off hand staying propped on the couch as he tries to catch his breath.
The hand removed from James's back goes to work, plucking and tugging the belt free so James's arms could fall, letting him smooth a hand up the sculpted scene before him. "You okay?" he pants heavily, with a soft tone.
He shudders out a half growled, short chuckle of sex snarled approval at the way Flint was sounding off and going wild, the way he shouted his name - god help anyone within earshot in the hall - and it's followed quickly by a gasp and a groan as Flint bears down on him. "Fuck, baby," he swears, rolling himself in with each stroke. When he felt James was through the peak and valley, Raylan pushes him forward again, leaning into the thrust as he moves for his own ends.
They were chased just as hard as James, one hand planting in the middle of the man's back as Raylan pounds, and its a whole few minutes later before Raylan's thusts start shuddering before slamming in hard with his moans above the pirate. Body demanding at least three more thrusts before stopping, Raylan sags a little, off hand staying propped on the couch as he tries to catch his breath.
The hand removed from James's back goes to work, plucking and tugging the belt free so James's arms could fall, letting him smooth a hand up the sculpted scene before him. "You okay?" he pants heavily, with a soft tone.
Raylan leans into him and doubles his efforts, pressing him down into the cushions and slamming relentlessly into him. He's pinned to the arm of the couch, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his lover driving into him over and over, the still hot sting of his hips beating against his abused flesh and the tight grip of his clutch that still trembles and throbs in his throes.
His prostate is being absolutely destroyed along with his ass and he can't help the cries that follow. His wrists and fingers twist against the belts as he wants to just hold on for dear life but can't. He feels that tight wind of pleasure in his belly rise fast again.
"Hah-Fuck oh fuck!" His spine curls, hips rolling up into the punishing angle of Raylan's cock as the other finally starts to reach his own end. The moment the other spills into him, splashing white-hot, he's seeing stars again and his body shudders, emptying his balls once more. His lips are parted in a silent cry this time, stealing the breath from his lungs as his head swims and the second consecutive orgasm is absolutely blinding.
When they both finally slump and come down, he's only vaguely aware that Raylan is undoing the bindings on his hands. But his arms drop to the couch cushions bonelessly. He's desperately trying to breathe, body a trembling mess. He nods, panting heavily.
"Yes." He's more than okay, but he's going to need a minute. Blame all this on not seeing each other for a whole week, but his body has missed Raylan as if it's been much longer. If two back to back orgasms were anything to go by.
His prostate is being absolutely destroyed along with his ass and he can't help the cries that follow. His wrists and fingers twist against the belts as he wants to just hold on for dear life but can't. He feels that tight wind of pleasure in his belly rise fast again.
"Hah-Fuck oh fuck!" His spine curls, hips rolling up into the punishing angle of Raylan's cock as the other finally starts to reach his own end. The moment the other spills into him, splashing white-hot, he's seeing stars again and his body shudders, emptying his balls once more. His lips are parted in a silent cry this time, stealing the breath from his lungs as his head swims and the second consecutive orgasm is absolutely blinding.
When they both finally slump and come down, he's only vaguely aware that Raylan is undoing the bindings on his hands. But his arms drop to the couch cushions bonelessly. He's desperately trying to breathe, body a trembling mess. He nods, panting heavily.
"Yes." He's more than okay, but he's going to need a minute. Blame all this on not seeing each other for a whole week, but his body has missed Raylan as if it's been much longer. If two back to back orgasms were anything to go by.
Raylan took another long minute to rub at James's back and shoulders, using it half as a distraction to shift and pull his dick out of the man. The other half was general, sensible aftercare. But his arms were starting to shake and he had to move, pushing to straight with a groan before shuffling over to sit on the floor next to James's head. Once he was settled, there was a hand stroking James's head and at least one kiss before Raylan spoke.
"You took that so fuckin' well, darlin'," he praises, voice still husky. "Move when you wanna but if you come down to someplace flat.." He'll hold you and stroke you and let the senses softly flood back in.
And also fetch James whatever he wanted. Glass of water, or whiskey - Raylan felt a little bad for how hard he'd gone. Was that a second orgasm he'd felt and heard? Either way, he wanted to be dutiful.
"You took that so fuckin' well, darlin'," he praises, voice still husky. "Move when you wanna but if you come down to someplace flat.." He'll hold you and stroke you and let the senses softly flood back in.
And also fetch James whatever he wanted. Glass of water, or whiskey - Raylan felt a little bad for how hard he'd gone. Was that a second orgasm he'd felt and heard? Either way, he wanted to be dutiful.
"Mmn" He manages a soft hum of approval with the gentle fingers through his hair and over his scalp. He kisses the other soft and lazy and smiles drunkenly after with the praise. After a moment he'll slowly push himself up, arms shaking, but he gets up onto his feet long enough to move and slump down next to Raylan just when his knees were giving up with a shudder.
He curls up into Raylan's arms, happily enveloped in his warmth and affection. The pins and needles flood into his arms, wrists a little raw, and ass still throbbing. It hurt to sit but it was a dull, satisfying ache.
"I don't smoke, but damn if I don't feel like having something after a hard ride like that." He chuckles softly, "And some drinks."
They should both have some water but whiskey will not be unwelcome.
He curls up into Raylan's arms, happily enveloped in his warmth and affection. The pins and needles flood into his arms, wrists a little raw, and ass still throbbing. It hurt to sit but it was a dull, satisfying ache.
"I don't smoke, but damn if I don't feel like having something after a hard ride like that." He chuckles softly, "And some drinks."
They should both have some water but whiskey will not be unwelcome.
Raylan hums as James settles into him, one hand securely set over the man's forearm, while the other rubs gently up and down the curve of his shoulder. As much weight as James needed to shift, Raylan was willing to take.
"Well, we do so happen to have the finest whiskey.. but I can only deliver it if we both promise to get some water down our gullet first." Another kiss was pressed into James's head.
"Think that's the first time I've done somethin' like that," he huffs. "Tyin' someone up for fun instead of work."
"Well, we do so happen to have the finest whiskey.. but I can only deliver it if we both promise to get some water down our gullet first." Another kiss was pressed into James's head.
"Think that's the first time I've done somethin' like that," he huffs. "Tyin' someone up for fun instead of work."
Honestly, even if his weight bearing down on his abused ass is a bit dull and achy, the cool touch of the floor on his overheated skin was nice. Doubly so with the gentle caresses of Raylan's fingers over his shoulders and holding him close. He nestles his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder to close his eyes and just breathe him in a moment with another satisfied hum.
"Sounds good." He murmurs, in response to the promise to drink some water first. To his admittance though he'll lift his head.
"Yeah? All those times you made those dirty promises to tie me up and punish me, I thought you'd done it before." He smirks and leans in to kiss him at the corner of his mouth before tipping his lips back to whisper by his ear.
"Well, I loved it. If you couldn't tell." He nuzzles back down into his neck.
"Mmmn, you did so well, Love." He wants to cuddle a little more but the floor is getting uncomfortable now, among other things.
"I should... probably go clean up and we can take this to the bed?" He thinks his knees should be able to handle it... maybe.
"Sounds good." He murmurs, in response to the promise to drink some water first. To his admittance though he'll lift his head.
"Yeah? All those times you made those dirty promises to tie me up and punish me, I thought you'd done it before." He smirks and leans in to kiss him at the corner of his mouth before tipping his lips back to whisper by his ear.
"Well, I loved it. If you couldn't tell." He nuzzles back down into his neck.
"Mmmn, you did so well, Love." He wants to cuddle a little more but the floor is getting uncomfortable now, among other things.
"I should... probably go clean up and we can take this to the bed?" He thinks his knees should be able to handle it... maybe.
"Mm, no, you're just terribly inspiring," he said with a chuckle as he brushes his nose against James's before he met the corner kiss with a hum and a lift of his chin to welcome James in so he could brush his fingers over the man's ear and neck. He'd done well. Raylan couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride over that praise, a warmth in his chest that he knew well from his baseball days, when his team won, when his coach put him out front.
"Good," he said with a heavy braeth and a nod before leaning over to kiss James's head. "You go lay down in bed, unless you think you've got the strength to do it. Let me take care of you. I know how much strain it puts on a shoulder tryin' to reach back there to clean smear."
He wanted to take care of James, to let him rest, to make the rest of his night nothing but lingering in the pleasure that Raylan hoped was vibrating through him.
"I promise whiskey and everythin'."
"Good," he said with a heavy braeth and a nod before leaning over to kiss James's head. "You go lay down in bed, unless you think you've got the strength to do it. Let me take care of you. I know how much strain it puts on a shoulder tryin' to reach back there to clean smear."
He wanted to take care of James, to let him rest, to make the rest of his night nothing but lingering in the pleasure that Raylan hoped was vibrating through him.
"I promise whiskey and everythin'."
"Mmmhm, okay." He hums a lazy agreement, tipping his head once more to place a kiss at the underside edge of Raylan's jaw. He'll slowly, carefully move, less for the stiffness slowly making it's way into his body and more for the dizzy-high of the lingering euphoria and adrenalin he's still feeling. He pushes himself up, wobbling a little as he walks, knees still a little unsteady but not enough that it might cause concern for Raylan. And yes, an obvious hitch to his step. He just looks a little drunk. Or like he forgot how to walk on land for a hot second.
He'll make it far enough to gather up a clean cloth to wipe up his front before the exhaustion in his limbs is too much. He'll pad back into the bedroom to just sort of flop, belly down onto the bed. He'll pull a pillow up under his cheek and sigh, contentedly. Waiting patiently for the other to join him and pamper him.
He'll make it far enough to gather up a clean cloth to wipe up his front before the exhaustion in his limbs is too much. He'll pad back into the bedroom to just sort of flop, belly down onto the bed. He'll pull a pillow up under his cheek and sigh, contentedly. Waiting patiently for the other to join him and pamper him.
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Raylan got up more quickly than James, hands gently offering support with a soft, ready touch until James bats him away to his tasks. Don't think he doesn't have both ears tilted towards the bedroom. But he does break off into the kitchen to grab a few things.
Not only did he come back into the room with water glasses, and a bottle of whiskey tucked under his arm, he came bearing a plate of butter bread and small stack of slices of cheese. No meats, no fruit, but those were in short supply for snacking needs anyway.
"Water first," he instructs, holding out the glasses pinched in his fingers for James to take one so he can offload everything else onto the side table. "I dunno if you're.. hungry or. If not, that's fine."
Okay, he was definitely a little new at this.
Not only did he come back into the room with water glasses, and a bottle of whiskey tucked under his arm, he came bearing a plate of butter bread and small stack of slices of cheese. No meats, no fruit, but those were in short supply for snacking needs anyway.
"Water first," he instructs, holding out the glasses pinched in his fingers for James to take one so he can offload everything else onto the side table. "I dunno if you're.. hungry or. If not, that's fine."
Okay, he was definitely a little new at this.
Flint pries open one eye as Raylan comes into the room and hovers nearby to hold out a glass of water for him. He grumbles and groans as he pushes himself up and leans slightly on one hip as he reaches for the glass and takes it carefully. But the moment he tips the glass to his lips and the water touches his tongue he'll drink it down as if he'd been stranded in the desert for a week.
"Mn, not yet, but I'm sure I'll get peckish eventually." Raylan can still dote on him until then, he'd only managed to hit the toilet and clean his front.
"Mn, not yet, but I'm sure I'll get peckish eventually." Raylan can still dote on him until then, he'd only managed to hit the toilet and clean his front.
With his hands free, he recollect the empty water glass and replace it with a few fingers of whiskey before trading the glass bottle for the plastic one. It's tossed onto the bed next to James with a smile as Raylan comes around. A stop into the bathroom to get a washcloth and get it damp with warm water later and Raylan was crawling up onto the bed with him, flopping down on his side, head propped up by his hand.
"If we were anyplace really civilized, I'd order us room service or take out. Nothin' like chow mein or an oddly timed breakfast to put some fuel back into the tank." The cloth starts on the tops of the back of his thighs, wiping away oil and spill as he spoke.
"But I'm not mad at what we got. Lotta people could learn to live on a little less." Him? He was just happy to be right here, right now.
"If we were anyplace really civilized, I'd order us room service or take out. Nothin' like chow mein or an oddly timed breakfast to put some fuel back into the tank." The cloth starts on the tops of the back of his thighs, wiping away oil and spill as he spoke.
"But I'm not mad at what we got. Lotta people could learn to live on a little less." Him? He was just happy to be right here, right now.
Once done he'll gladly take the whiskey and sip it, reaching to set the cup down on the bedside table to pace himself a bit. He'll settle in once more when Raylan returns with a washcloth and makes himself comfortable by his side. He lays back on his stomach and rests his head on the pillow watching his lover fondly and spreading his thighs a little to let him work. There's a low hum at the soft attentions.
"Mmn, we're all a bit spoiled." He sighs, "You spoil me as well."
"Mmn, we're all a bit spoiled." He sighs, "You spoil me as well."
Glancing up from his work, Raylan lifts his eyebrows playfully. "I was raised as a gentleman, and while you're no lady, you deserve just as much, if not more." He bends down and presses a kiss to James's chest, then another, then another, working hand dipping into crevasses and the curve of where ass met thigh to make sure it was clean before tossing the cloth away with not even a glance to where it had been tossed.
Raylan lays his hand down as a cushion for his chin as he looks up at James.
"I got a feelin' this isn't gonna be the last time we do this. I want you to feel good about it. I want you to feel good. Taken care of." He wants to take care of James.
Raylan lays his hand down as a cushion for his chin as he looks up at James.
"I got a feelin' this isn't gonna be the last time we do this. I want you to feel good about it. I want you to feel good. Taken care of." He wants to take care of James.
Steve had obviously seen and spent time with Raylan at his birthday picnic, as well as Flint. He'd never seen the pair of them around together before that, but hadn't questioned it in what was basically public at the time.
He isn't exactly going to question it now, just stops by Raylan's cabin with a plate of cupcakes in one hand while he knocks with the other.
(Jesus, he really is turning into Hilda. Well. Could be a lot worse.)
He isn't exactly going to question it now, just stops by Raylan's cabin with a plate of cupcakes in one hand while he knocks with the other.
(Jesus, he really is turning into Hilda. Well. Could be a lot worse.)
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Raylan had been a little visibly nervous unless his attention was on James, eyes a little too busy across the people that had collected like he expected a bat to come out of nowhere, but his Birthday wishes hadn't included any details. It was Steve's day and while Raylan hadn't had enough time to think of a gift, the well wishes had been given whole heartedly.
Today though, he had no expectations for visitors and so opens the door with a curious little furrow of his brow and a surprised tilt and slight retraction of his head at the man he finds in front of him.
"Steve," he greets, stepping back and opening the door with him - what else was a polite someone to do when there were baked goods involved - and gestured in, in invitation. "C'mon in. Are- are those cupcakes? What's the occasion?"
Today though, he had no expectations for visitors and so opens the door with a curious little furrow of his brow and a surprised tilt and slight retraction of his head at the man he finds in front of him.
"Steve," he greets, stepping back and opening the door with him - what else was a polite someone to do when there were baked goods involved - and gestured in, in invitation. "C'mon in. Are- are those cupcakes? What's the occasion?"
"Baked too many," is his standard excuse, with a lopsided smile. Granted, there's never such a thing as too many around super soldiers, so he adds, "I thought I might share, is all. Haven't been by in a while. I wanted to say thanks again for coming to the party."
In his mind, that had been all the birthday gift he'd needed from anyone. (Although, admittedly, B had kind of outdone himself. Forever.)
"And for bringing Flint. We don't talk much now, but I - used to know him. A different him. Before your time."
In his mind, that had been all the birthday gift he'd needed from anyone. (Although, admittedly, B had kind of outdone himself. Forever.)
"And for bringing Flint. We don't talk much now, but I - used to know him. A different him. Before your time."
"Uh-huh. Guess I'm lucky I like cupcakes." He'd grown up with too many Southern Granma types; he knew that line, but he also knew well enough to not question it loudly. That'd be plain rude. "Ah, there's no need to thank me for that," he continues as he closes the door, gesturing for Steve to hand it over so he can walk it to the kitchen island counter.
"Yeah? That the one that wrote Flint's book? The uh- his story as he recalls it? Least, I assume that's the man that wrote it, alls I know is that there was version of him before. Flint left it in my room for me to read so I'd.. understand the full picture."
"Yeah? That the one that wrote Flint's book? The uh- his story as he recalls it? Least, I assume that's the man that wrote it, alls I know is that there was version of him before. Flint left it in my room for me to read so I'd.. understand the full picture."
"You and me both," Steve says conspiratorially, and hands over the plate when indicated to do so, sticking his hands in his pockets for a minute.
"Huh. I didn't realize he wrote a book, but - probably. I never did learn a lot about his past. We talked a few times, got along all right. It was nice; I didn't get along with very many people at the time, but he gave me a chance. I appreciated that."
Not that that man is the same as the one here now, but it gets him a few bonus points, all the same. "You been doing all right, otherwise?" He sees Raylan here and there, says hello, but he's been bad about checking in with people. Not even busy, most of the time, just... wrapped up in his own head. He's working on it, especially because if B wants to stay, then Steve needs to get off his ass and make an effort to do something with himself here, too.
"Huh. I didn't realize he wrote a book, but - probably. I never did learn a lot about his past. We talked a few times, got along all right. It was nice; I didn't get along with very many people at the time, but he gave me a chance. I appreciated that."
Not that that man is the same as the one here now, but it gets him a few bonus points, all the same. "You been doing all right, otherwise?" He sees Raylan here and there, says hello, but he's been bad about checking in with people. Not even busy, most of the time, just... wrapped up in his own head. He's working on it, especially because if B wants to stay, then Steve needs to get off his ass and make an effort to do something with himself here, too.
Grinning at the first response, the cupcakes looked fantastic in the middle of the island. Raylan would be digging into one but those aforementioned manners that were basically engrained into some of the deeper parts of his DNA stopped him.
"Left it in the library, actually. You should talk to the man that's here now. I think you'd find it much the same." Because James was reasonable and largely fair, if you didn't come at him sideways. Some people were less straight forwards.
"Well," he huffs, gesturing at the redone room. The bloodstained carpet had been replaced with a plushier pile of carpet, bed now firmly contained behind a door to Steve's left, giving Raylan an actual living room with a leather couch, currently occupied by one lazy and unbothered orange cat who opened an eye at the new company before huffing a deep breath and going back to sleep. "Fitz talked me into not livin' like shit; Roman's makin' friends and.. spoutin' some surprisin'ly progressive ideas about self-confidence... I mighta picked up a.. someone to share the space with me.."
He bobs his head. "All things considered', things are.." He huffs a laugh, smile pulling a little. "Pretty good, actually. Which. Feels weird as hell, I'll tell ya."
"Left it in the library, actually. You should talk to the man that's here now. I think you'd find it much the same." Because James was reasonable and largely fair, if you didn't come at him sideways. Some people were less straight forwards.
"Well," he huffs, gesturing at the redone room. The bloodstained carpet had been replaced with a plushier pile of carpet, bed now firmly contained behind a door to Steve's left, giving Raylan an actual living room with a leather couch, currently occupied by one lazy and unbothered orange cat who opened an eye at the new company before huffing a deep breath and going back to sleep. "Fitz talked me into not livin' like shit; Roman's makin' friends and.. spoutin' some surprisin'ly progressive ideas about self-confidence... I mighta picked up a.. someone to share the space with me.."
He bobs his head. "All things considered', things are.." He huffs a laugh, smile pulling a little. "Pretty good, actually. Which. Feels weird as hell, I'll tell ya."
Steve, at least, has always been a straightforward kind of guy. He nods. "Maybe next time we run into each other, then."
But in the meantime, it really has been impossible to miss the redecorating. "Fitz is a convincing guy when he wants to be," he says genially. "And especially if you've got a roommate, it can be nice to expand a little." He isn't going to assume, after all. But it is good that Raylan has someone. (B had likely told him about the cat, way back when, so he's not surprised to see a pet here, at least.)
"It does, when they do," Steve agrees, with a quiet, rueful little laugh. "I usually don't trust it, when they do. But that's me, and I'd really hate to see you descend to my level of paranoia. So I'm glad to hear it - really glad. You deserve it." Losing Tim hadn't been easy, even if they'd see each other when Raylan went back.
But in the meantime, it really has been impossible to miss the redecorating. "Fitz is a convincing guy when he wants to be," he says genially. "And especially if you've got a roommate, it can be nice to expand a little." He isn't going to assume, after all. But it is good that Raylan has someone. (B had likely told him about the cat, way back when, so he's not surprised to see a pet here, at least.)
"It does, when they do," Steve agrees, with a quiet, rueful little laugh. "I usually don't trust it, when they do. But that's me, and I'd really hate to see you descend to my level of paranoia. So I'm glad to hear it - really glad. You deserve it." Losing Tim hadn't been easy, even if they'd see each other when Raylan went back.
"Oh trust me Steve," he responds with a laugh, "I'm sure that all this is a threads width from fallin' apart, and we're not even gonna talk about deservin'."
It was too late for that; Raylan had been kicked from too many unexpected places to have any real confidence in things settling properly. The only time it settled properly was when he was alone and in a situation of his own making. If they started talking about deserving, Raylan was going to find himself in a harder spot and he knew it.
"Fitz is good at that though.. And.. James isn't.. my roommate, exactly.." He bobbed his head a little, ducking it with a soft breath. "If you know what I mean."
It was too late for that; Raylan had been kicked from too many unexpected places to have any real confidence in things settling properly. The only time it settled properly was when he was alone and in a situation of his own making. If they started talking about deserving, Raylan was going to find himself in a harder spot and he knew it.
"Fitz is good at that though.. And.. James isn't.. my roommate, exactly.." He bobbed his head a little, ducking it with a soft breath. "If you know what I mean."
Steve lets out a breath that's not quite a laugh, but almost - although if it were, it certainly wouldn't be a cruel one. Maybe self-deprecating, if anything. "Isn't it always, though."
He sure feels that way, too, a lot of the time.
But then Raylan goes on, and Steve's eyebrows go up - and you know what? "Hey - that's great, pal." He reaches over and elbows Raylan (nicely). "Good for you. Both of you, I guess." He won't mention deserving again, but he still thinks it's true. So he'll continue thinking it, instead. "How long?"
He sure feels that way, too, a lot of the time.
But then Raylan goes on, and Steve's eyebrows go up - and you know what? "Hey - that's great, pal." He reaches over and elbows Raylan (nicely). "Good for you. Both of you, I guess." He won't mention deserving again, but he still thinks it's true. So he'll continue thinking it, instead. "How long?"
The elbow earned an honest little huff of a laugh and another duck of his head. Getting that kind of friendly endorsement about it let the knot that lived in the bottom of his stomach loosen a little and a strange feeling in his chest.
"Few months now. I figure of all the people to tell, you're gonna be the least likely to judge me for it," he admits, reaching up to rub the back of his head. "We're not.." He gestures. You know. Out. They were working on it. "Also figure that shit moves so quickly here that holdin' onto a little goodness that'll let me is.." He took a breath and smiled softly.
"Not a bad thing." The look he gave Steve was warm and a little 'That goes for you too'.
"How're you doin?"
"Few months now. I figure of all the people to tell, you're gonna be the least likely to judge me for it," he admits, reaching up to rub the back of his head. "We're not.." He gestures. You know. Out. They were working on it. "Also figure that shit moves so quickly here that holdin' onto a little goodness that'll let me is.." He took a breath and smiled softly.
"Not a bad thing." The look he gave Steve was warm and a little 'That goes for you too'.
"How're you doin?"
Steve's lips twitch up into a smile that's soft. Understanding. He gets that - not wanting to tell people, not really being out. Bucky had been less wary about it than he had, but Steve had felt flayed open by everything that had happened to him by that point and had wanted something of his own. Something he hadn't had to share with people that didn't like him.
But he has always figured love was love, and it shouldn't matter what the person you found to love looked like under their clothes. And sometimes you can surprise even yourself. Even if maybe you aren't that surprised, in the end.
"Shit does move quickly here," he agrees, with a bit of a laugh. Jesus, does it ever, sometimes. But, "I'm - all right," he says, with the air of someone who's almost realizing it for himself as much as he's telling someone else. "Nobody knows what's going to happen tomorrow, but - I'm all right. I think... I'm gonna be living with B pretty permanently, myself."
He doesn't necessarily mean to be obtuse, if he even is. Raylan's a smart guy, and given what they're talking about, he might very well pick up on it. But it's still hard for Steve to come out and say when good things have happened. It's like the universe will hear, and get other ideas.
But he has always figured love was love, and it shouldn't matter what the person you found to love looked like under their clothes. And sometimes you can surprise even yourself. Even if maybe you aren't that surprised, in the end.
"Shit does move quickly here," he agrees, with a bit of a laugh. Jesus, does it ever, sometimes. But, "I'm - all right," he says, with the air of someone who's almost realizing it for himself as much as he's telling someone else. "Nobody knows what's going to happen tomorrow, but - I'm all right. I think... I'm gonna be living with B pretty permanently, myself."
He doesn't necessarily mean to be obtuse, if he even is. Raylan's a smart guy, and given what they're talking about, he might very well pick up on it. But it's still hard for Steve to come out and say when good things have happened. It's like the universe will hear, and get other ideas.
The easy smile Raylan was wearing spread along with Raylan's off hand, breaking into a grin. RAylan's enthusiasm for his friends being happy was genuine and very earnest. Happiness was rare and being in love was one of the best things in the world.
"Yeah?" He claps a hand on Steve's shoulder briefly. "Congratulations! If we were anywhere normal, I'd absolutely suggest a double date night-" He'd lived in Suburbia for a few years, he knew how it could work.
"-But without the actual goin' out, its a little less fun. Though a round or three of pool.." It was an idea.
"Yeah?" He claps a hand on Steve's shoulder briefly. "Congratulations! If we were anywhere normal, I'd absolutely suggest a double date night-" He'd lived in Suburbia for a few years, he knew how it could work.
"-But without the actual goin' out, its a little less fun. Though a round or three of pool.." It was an idea.
That smile goes a long way to settling something in Steve's stomach; it's even a little contagious, because his own grows a bit, too. He's grateful he didn't have to spell it out, even if it seems a silly thing to be grateful for. But it also feels good to be able to tell someone. Someone he trusts not to go spreading it around.
The suggestion does make him laugh, trying to picture it. But he and B used to do things with Godric. Not dates, of course. But still. They haven't done anything like that in a long time. It would be... nice, he thinks. And actually pretty normal, even in a place that isn't.
Hopefully it won't blow up in his face.
"Being someplace normal is overrated," he says, glancing up. "But that sounds nice. Last time I was on a double date, both our dates were into - well. He was going by Bucky, back then. God bless him, he'd always try to find me someone, but it never went well."
The suggestion does make him laugh, trying to picture it. But he and B used to do things with Godric. Not dates, of course. But still. They haven't done anything like that in a long time. It would be... nice, he thinks. And actually pretty normal, even in a place that isn't.
Hopefully it won't blow up in his face.
"Being someplace normal is overrated," he says, glancing up. "But that sounds nice. Last time I was on a double date, both our dates were into - well. He was going by Bucky, back then. God bless him, he'd always try to find me someone, but it never went well."
That kind of personal security was something that Raylan understood on a deep level. Don't worry pal, he's got your back.
"I think we could work somethin' out. A picnic and.. Volleyball or somethin', I don't know. And there's no chance that B's gonna steal the stage of attraction, so you're at least safe there," he says with a chuckle. It wasn't that B wasn't an attractive man, or Steve either, but Raylan liked these kinds of situations because there wasn't that worry or competition.
It was a far cry from brunch and cheese and wine dates, the marriage fare, but he liked it.
"What do you guys not like doin' I suppose would be the easier place to start."
"I think we could work somethin' out. A picnic and.. Volleyball or somethin', I don't know. And there's no chance that B's gonna steal the stage of attraction, so you're at least safe there," he says with a chuckle. It wasn't that B wasn't an attractive man, or Steve either, but Raylan liked these kinds of situations because there wasn't that worry or competition.
It was a far cry from brunch and cheese and wine dates, the marriage fare, but he liked it.
"What do you guys not like doin' I suppose would be the easier place to start."
Steve offers an understanding smile - it's true, he's never been on a double date where all parties involved were actually going steady. Even when Bucky was, in the past, Steve never was. It sounds a little crazy, to do something like that now, but hey - what is this damn ship, if not crazy? And he thinks B might get a kick out of it.
"You know, I've never played volleyball," he muses, trying to picture it. "Could be interesting."
Although as for what they don't like: "I guess I'm not big on swimming," he admits, grimacing a little. "Beaches are fine, though - people play volleyball in the sand, right?" And Flint is probably (possibly, at least) pretty fond of beaches and water, he'd guess.
"You know, I've never played volleyball," he muses, trying to picture it. "Could be interesting."
Although as for what they don't like: "I guess I'm not big on swimming," he admits, grimacing a little. "Beaches are fine, though - people play volleyball in the sand, right?" And Flint is probably (possibly, at least) pretty fond of beaches and water, he'd guess.
I'm gonna send them to shit in your shoes.
I think I see- yeah-[The call was then ended in favor of Raylan lifting his hand like an asshole as he makes his way towards Roman before they spread out in question.]
You've got all 4 limbs that's good news. Where the hell've you been? You get tossed on the Galley or the other one. [Raylan, in all his foolishness, did not know that a few folks had managed to skip it all together.]
I think I see- yeah-[The call was then ended in favor of Raylan lifting his hand like an asshole as he makes his way towards Roman before they spread out in question.]
You've got all 4 limbs that's good news. Where the hell've you been? You get tossed on the Galley or the other one. [Raylan, in all his foolishness, did not know that a few folks had managed to skip it all together.]
Don't even joke, I can't handle it right now.
[ Roman's serious, and, after a moment, he pulls the other into a half-business-hand-shake-half-actual hug without thinking too much about it, clapping him on the back, even.
yeah, he missed him, shut the fuck up. ]
Uuuuh, where the fuck have you been first, John Wayne?
[ Roman's serious, and, after a moment, he pulls the other into a half-business-hand-shake-half-actual hug without thinking too much about it, clapping him on the back, even.
yeah, he missed him, shut the fuck up. ]
Uuuuh, where the fuck have you been first, John Wayne?
[Hell really has frozen over; Roman can't handle a joke? So what if Raylan leaned into that pull in hug, clapping a hand on Roman's back twice in kind before they broke away. Can't be gay about it, right? He knew what Roman would say.
He was glad to see Rome looking well and whole. He missed you too, you little fucker.]
Hell. Sanitized, daycare for adult, no sharp corners, Hell. Couldn't even fuckin' swear; couldn't even fuckin' think a swear. Did start a riot though. [Somehow, he thought Roman might be a little impressed that Raylan went outside his lines.]
Your turn.
He was glad to see Rome looking well and whole. He missed you too, you little fucker.]
Hell. Sanitized, daycare for adult, no sharp corners, Hell. Couldn't even fuckin' swear; couldn't even fuckin' think a swear. Did start a riot though. [Somehow, he thought Roman might be a little impressed that Raylan went outside his lines.]
Your turn.
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[Raylan grins devilishly.]
Apparently, when they took my ability to swear or express myself, even in thought away. Fuck the Nurse, she deserved it. That whole place did. I don't know if you know who Raffi is, but if he ever shows up here and starts singin', I may have to kill him.
Apparently, when they took my ability to swear or express myself, even in thought away. Fuck the Nurse, she deserved it. That whole place did. I don't know if you know who Raffi is, but if he ever shows up here and starts singin', I may have to kill him.
You know 'em? Yeah, that's the fuckin' guy. For hours, Rome, hours, in a padded fuckin' room. So you'll have to forgive me flexing my language capabilities as much as I can, now that I'm back.
Wherever you were? Be glad you weren't on the Clipper. Or.. shit, any of the ships really. You know Trixie and Dorian got to skip it all too? Roadtrippin'.
Wherever you were? Be glad you weren't on the Clipper. Or.. shit, any of the ships really. You know Trixie and Dorian got to skip it all too? Roadtrippin'.
[Raylan gives him a Look but it ends with him rolling his eyes. Of course he should have expected gut wrenching laughter.]
Uh-huh. You better be. Otherwise who's gonna keep your ass on this side'a the rails.
Since you've taken it easy, I expect your narrow ass in with Dorian as soon as the pantry is back up and runnin'.
[Yeah yeah, he missed you too.]
Uh-huh. You better be. Otherwise who's gonna keep your ass on this side'a the rails.
Since you've taken it easy, I expect your narrow ass in with Dorian as soon as the pantry is back up and runnin'.
[Yeah yeah, he missed you too.]
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[ Of course Raylan goes right into Warden-ing him. Gross. Except Roman really did kind of miss it. Double-gross. ]
You're not gonna keep sitting on your ass, though, right? 'Cause there's a shitton of your birds roaming around and the thought of stepping in chicken shit with these shoes is giving me literal anxiety.
You're not gonna keep sitting on your ass, though, right? 'Cause there's a shitton of your birds roaming around and the thought of stepping in chicken shit with these shoes is giving me literal anxiety.
Oh, poor baby's shoes might get dirty?
... The bird did fuck a lot though, there's.. more than I left behind. And I've also gotta help get the Lounge goin' again.
[But the idle mirth in his face slipped away, leaving him a little more seriously drawn and giving Roman a glimpse into his worry.]
I'm gonna do what I can between sittin' with Flint in the dorms. He's not in the best spot, comin' back. Deathtollin' for one. Lost an eye for another.
... The bird did fuck a lot though, there's.. more than I left behind. And I've also gotta help get the Lounge goin' again.
[But the idle mirth in his face slipped away, leaving him a little more seriously drawn and giving Roman a glimpse into his worry.]
I'm gonna do what I can between sittin' with Flint in the dorms. He's not in the best spot, comin' back. Deathtollin' for one. Lost an eye for another.
[ There's a few things Roman has picked up on--one, Raylan's swearing an awful lot, and two, Raylan cares an awful lot about Flint. Not that the latter is a surprise, but it still kind of throws him off guard for some reason.
He chews the inner portion of his cheek, mostly to try to remind himself he needs to behave even after that last sentence sets off absolutely every single instinct Roman has to roast, joke, make fun of, and cut someone down. He breathes, puts his hands on his hips, turns his palms outward as he does so--a usual pose for him, even if he's trying very hard to contain himself. Act casual.
But jesus, he's going to explode if he doesn't say anything.
Shit. ]
That's, uh... Wow. That's. Something.
[ Do not say it, do not say it, do not say it... ]m
He chews the inner portion of his cheek, mostly to try to remind himself he needs to behave even after that last sentence sets off absolutely every single instinct Roman has to roast, joke, make fun of, and cut someone down. He breathes, puts his hands on his hips, turns his palms outward as he does so--a usual pose for him, even if he's trying very hard to contain himself. Act casual.
But jesus, he's going to explode if he doesn't say anything.
Shit. ]
That's, uh... Wow. That's. Something.
[ Do not say it, do not say it, do not say it... ]m
[Raylan is honestly impressed. Roman's gone at least a minute and a half without saying something deeply sarcastic or disturbing.]
Ain't it just. Least he didn't lose his leg. I'm sure a pegleg would be the end of him bein' able to walk around and call himself pirate without a full showin' out of the pirates of Penzance or somethin'. I'm gonna give him some time but.. We should be able to find someone to restore the eye. If he wants it.
So take it easy the first few days with him, huh? Plenty of times to make light of it later. When it'll make be less.. raw a fact of life.
Ain't it just. Least he didn't lose his leg. I'm sure a pegleg would be the end of him bein' able to walk around and call himself pirate without a full showin' out of the pirates of Penzance or somethin'. I'm gonna give him some time but.. We should be able to find someone to restore the eye. If he wants it.
So take it easy the first few days with him, huh? Plenty of times to make light of it later. When it'll make be less.. raw a fact of life.
Nooooooo. Play nice because he's aware he's missin' an eye and he doesn't need you tellin' him like he's an idiot.
Dracula would be my first pick. Guy can make and do all sorts of shit. Blew a hole in the Clipper at the end of the riot too, I was impressed.. But it's gotta be his decision, not mine. I can't go talkin' to people for a solution if he doesn't want it and it's too soon to know all that..
Losing shit like that is traumatic. He's got a right to some time to come to terms with what happened.
Dracula would be my first pick. Guy can make and do all sorts of shit. Blew a hole in the Clipper at the end of the riot too, I was impressed.. But it's gotta be his decision, not mine. I can't go talkin' to people for a solution if he doesn't want it and it's too soon to know all that..
Losing shit like that is traumatic. He's got a right to some time to come to terms with what happened.
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[ Roman's brows arch as Raylan explains--he's not sure why, but he keeps getting surprised every time Raylan casually shows how observant he is. Keeping tabs on absolutely everyone, it seems.
And Roman still hasn't found a way to use that to his advantage. Shame.
Flint in general is pretty cool, that's something Roman never bothers to deny--just like he knows how much Raylan cares about Flint, and his idle thought is instantly proved when his warden starts mentioning choices for the other. The reasoning of why Roman shouldn't point it out that gets him, though. His brows narrow. ]
Yeah, sure, but isn't the most obvious solution to just fix it for him right now if you've got the power? Save him the trouble? And can I still point it out or am I banned from that, too?
[ There's no malice. He's actually sort of trying to understand. ]
And Roman still hasn't found a way to use that to his advantage. Shame.
Flint in general is pretty cool, that's something Roman never bothers to deny--just like he knows how much Raylan cares about Flint, and his idle thought is instantly proved when his warden starts mentioning choices for the other. The reasoning of why Roman shouldn't point it out that gets him, though. His brows narrow. ]
Yeah, sure, but isn't the most obvious solution to just fix it for him right now if you've got the power? Save him the trouble? And can I still point it out or am I banned from that, too?
[ There's no malice. He's actually sort of trying to understand. ]
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[His eyebrows lift, lips curling at the edges.]
Roman, a word of advice - if you ever get into a relationship with anyone, romantic or not, the stupidest thing any man has ever done in the history of relationships is make a decision for someone else who's fully capable of makin' it themselves. Unless they explicitly ask you to.
Give him a few days, if you're wantin' to ask about it. I'd tell you to take the temperature of the situation, but I think we both know that gauge might need a little.. fine tunin', to say the least. [He gives a little pull of a smile.] Not talkin' about it at all might be weirder, just don't.. Ya know. Don't run at it straight on, first thing.
And like I said, it's too early to really tell how he feels about it either way. Maybe he doesn't care and I'm worryin' for nothin'. [But maybe not and it's that maybe not that Raylan pays more attention to.]
Roman, a word of advice - if you ever get into a relationship with anyone, romantic or not, the stupidest thing any man has ever done in the history of relationships is make a decision for someone else who's fully capable of makin' it themselves. Unless they explicitly ask you to.
Give him a few days, if you're wantin' to ask about it. I'd tell you to take the temperature of the situation, but I think we both know that gauge might need a little.. fine tunin', to say the least. [He gives a little pull of a smile.] Not talkin' about it at all might be weirder, just don't.. Ya know. Don't run at it straight on, first thing.
And like I said, it's too early to really tell how he feels about it either way. Maybe he doesn't care and I'm worryin' for nothin'. [But maybe not and it's that maybe not that Raylan pays more attention to.]
[ Counterpoint, Roman thinks, Roman's the best and he knows better than everyone, but he's not stupid enough to say that out loud. He settles for listening, looking vaguely bored--which is, in its own way, a sure sign he's actually paying attention outside of a board room. ]
Maybe. You're the one who spends more time with him, though.
[ A beat, and Roman actually allows himself to giggle. ]
I think a pirate without an eye is kind of fucking awesome, personally.
Maybe. You're the one who spends more time with him, though.
[ A beat, and Roman actually allows himself to giggle. ]
I think a pirate without an eye is kind of fucking awesome, personally.
Yup. An I'm still in the dark. He needs time and now that we're back, he can get it.
[Raylan bobs his head, lips threatening to break into a smile.]
Might wanna lead with that. Avoid any mentions of Halloween costumes or.. Jesus.. You ever see that Robin William's movie, Hook? Dustin Hoffman, Julie Roberts. I wonder what he'd think of all that shit. As long as it ain't degradin' and you don't go Full Metal Jacket on him..
[Raylan bobs his head, lips threatening to break into a smile.]
Might wanna lead with that. Avoid any mentions of Halloween costumes or.. Jesus.. You ever see that Robin William's movie, Hook? Dustin Hoffman, Julie Roberts. I wonder what he'd think of all that shit. As long as it ain't degradin' and you don't go Full Metal Jacket on him..
Always does tend to grease the wheels a little. And I can guess that he might be.. a little self conscious.
She really was. You ever see Pretty Woman? Those skirts- [He let out a low whistle.] Her and Sandra Bullock.
Since the Barge is all... Fucky, you're gonna have to let me know when your cabin finally comes back. The dorms suck, I agree but it's better than sleepin' on the floor for right now, right?
She really was. You ever see Pretty Woman? Those skirts- [He let out a low whistle.] Her and Sandra Bullock.
Since the Barge is all... Fucky, you're gonna have to let me know when your cabin finally comes back. The dorms suck, I agree but it's better than sleepin' on the floor for right now, right?
[Holy shit. That sounded sincere and it only took quick study of the profile of Roman's face for Raylan to see that it was.
Raylan smiles crookedly, trying to not be too obvious about it. He was touched.]
Couldn't leave you here to deal with all this bullshit by yourself... Thank you for passin' out. Saved yourself a lotta discomfort you didn't need to suffer.
[And he was happy for Roman's safety. No lessons to be learned on those ships.
Raylan's expression turns a little sly, a more mischievous air playing at the corner of his lips, and he lifts an arm, in offering.]
You wanna hug it out?
[Good money was on Roman shoving him and making some kind of smart assed comment - That would be just as okay as Roman accepting, however rare Raylan thought the chances of that would be.]
Raylan smiles crookedly, trying to not be too obvious about it. He was touched.]
Couldn't leave you here to deal with all this bullshit by yourself... Thank you for passin' out. Saved yourself a lotta discomfort you didn't need to suffer.
[And he was happy for Roman's safety. No lessons to be learned on those ships.
Raylan's expression turns a little sly, a more mischievous air playing at the corner of his lips, and he lifts an arm, in offering.]
You wanna hug it out?
[Good money was on Roman shoving him and making some kind of smart assed comment - That would be just as okay as Roman accepting, however rare Raylan thought the chances of that would be.]
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[ Does he want to hug it out?
Roman stops what he's doing, eyes narrowed, front lip bared to show the slightest amount of teeth. He knows that look on Raylan by now--he loves coaxing it out of the other. The little shit knows he's being a dick. It's pretty much perfect.
Roman doesn't miss a beat. ]
You wanna suck my dick? [ And, because that's pretty much the end of that, Roman is already walking away. He's got other people to check on, after all. Flint. John. Eiffel, even if he hates that the other is now officially on the list of 'people roman cares about.' ]
Roman stops what he's doing, eyes narrowed, front lip bared to show the slightest amount of teeth. He knows that look on Raylan by now--he loves coaxing it out of the other. The little shit knows he's being a dick. It's pretty much perfect.
Roman doesn't miss a beat. ]
You wanna suck my dick? [ And, because that's pretty much the end of that, Roman is already walking away. He's got other people to check on, after all. Flint. John. Eiffel, even if he hates that the other is now officially on the list of 'people roman cares about.' ]
[Raylan breaks into a broad grin and chuckles openly as his arm falls. That was, unsurprisingly, the most appropriate and best way to end a conversation with Roman. But it let him go about the rest of his day without having to worry about if Roman was okay or not.
The only person on the ship that might be 'okay' was Roman, Trixie, and Dorian.]
The only person on the ship that might be 'okay' was Roman, Trixie, and Dorian.]
[Continued from here]
[Raylan had spent his whole life trying to control his temper, but after that exchange, his back hairs were way up.]
Mm, inspiring open hunting season? Yeah. Poisoning folks and then laughin' about the outcomes tends to do that.
[He didn't have to explain himself. Cloud knew why Raylan was pissed - the Flint half, if not the Roman half.
But he took a deep breath, an audible exhale out of his nose.]
Sure, I'm up on deck.
[Raylan had spent his whole life trying to control his temper, but after that exchange, his back hairs were way up.]
Mm, inspiring open hunting season? Yeah. Poisoning folks and then laughin' about the outcomes tends to do that.
[He didn't have to explain himself. Cloud knew why Raylan was pissed - the Flint half, if not the Roman half.
But he took a deep breath, an audible exhale out of his nose.]
Sure, I'm up on deck.
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[He offers quiet agreement, his expression making it clear he definitely won't blame anyone for trying to kill her. He just also... doesn't think that'll fix anything. He could be wrong, but inmates died to get here, in the first place...
Once up there, he pockets his device, his expression giving away his own tiredness. He leans against the nearest sturdy surface, looking up at the sky. Before any walking:]
Any updates...?
[Cloud hasn't been able to ask about James since they hauled them there.]
Once up there, he pockets his device, his expression giving away his own tiredness. He leans against the nearest sturdy surface, looking up at the sky. Before any walking:]
Any updates...?
[Cloud hasn't been able to ask about James since they hauled them there.]
[Raylan was more comfortable face to face. There were no hang ups - people had to walk away if they wanted to stop having a conversation and that still didn't get rid of him following, if he felt like it. Or scaring them into leaving him alone, if he had to.
He kept his gaze up on the inky black, studded with pinprick stars and rolled his 4th cigarette in the last hour between his fingers. Better, maybe, that he run out, stop a nasty habit he shouldn't've picked up.]
He's in a coma. He's okay, aside from that. Whatever the fuck she put in my flask poisoned both my partner and my fuckin' inmate. Roman got my gun. Shot John Seed in a fit. Sent me crawlin' along the walls like a scared and wild hillbilly. All because they drank from my goddamned fist. Sufferin' a death toll is least she could suffer, and it needn't be on my hands.
He kept his gaze up on the inky black, studded with pinprick stars and rolled his 4th cigarette in the last hour between his fingers. Better, maybe, that he run out, stop a nasty habit he shouldn't've picked up.]
He's in a coma. He's okay, aside from that. Whatever the fuck she put in my flask poisoned both my partner and my fuckin' inmate. Roman got my gun. Shot John Seed in a fit. Sent me crawlin' along the walls like a scared and wild hillbilly. All because they drank from my goddamned fist. Sufferin' a death toll is least she could suffer, and it needn't be on my hands.
Damn... [Cloud breathes the word out.] Sounds like a lot to deal with. Can't... blame you for reacting that way.
[It's an attempt at comfort - or... validation, maybe? Which maybe can be comforting, all its own. He thinks for a moment...]
Is this something... she's done before?
[It's an attempt at comfort - or... validation, maybe? Which maybe can be comforting, all its own. He thinks for a moment...]
Is this something... she's done before?
More pissed off that you were right, and that we didn't fuckin' see it in the first place.
[Validation did a lot. Comfort wasn't something that Raylan took easily, even from the people close to him; Validation was the next best option. Even if he was a little surprised that someone was okay with his temper getting any air at all.]
No idea. I don't know the lady. Never talked to her, never officially met her. Never fuckin' did anything to her. It's onna those rare times where I'm happy to let the rest of the mob tear her to bits. That'll be satisfyin' enough.
You're not.. Okay with what she did to you, are you? Not that I'm suggestin' you put her down or anythin'."
[Validation did a lot. Comfort wasn't something that Raylan took easily, even from the people close to him; Validation was the next best option. Even if he was a little surprised that someone was okay with his temper getting any air at all.]
No idea. I don't know the lady. Never talked to her, never officially met her. Never fuckin' did anything to her. It's onna those rare times where I'm happy to let the rest of the mob tear her to bits. That'll be satisfyin' enough.
You're not.. Okay with what she did to you, are you? Not that I'm suggestin' you put her down or anythin'."
[Backdated to just after this]
Your inmate got drugged and shot somebody. I confiscated the gun, and I brought him down to Zero till he's back in his right mind, or until you're ready to look ater him.
Your inmate got drugged and shot somebody. I confiscated the gun, and I brought him down to Zero till he's back in his right mind, or until you're ready to look ater him.
[It was a good twenty hours before Maggie got a response, and the voice behind it was not well at all. Raspy and uneven, words a little ragged and broken over those rasps.]
So that's where they ran off to. [He lets a sharp breath out of his nose.] Who'd he shoot? How badly?
So that's where they ran off to. [He lets a sharp breath out of his nose.] Who'd he shoot? How badly?
John Seed. Fatally. I had to wrestle the gun away from him while he punched me in the face and called me a cunt.
I'm not holding it against him, but I didn't enjoy the experience.
Shit. [Of course it had to be the second worst option. Nothing was ever going to be sunshine and rainbows.]
Sorry about that, Maggie. He- he wasn't the only one that got drugged. I'll- uh- [He sighs roughly again.]
I'll go get Roman first, but.. you've still got my gun, right? [Yes, it was his.] You didn't.. toss it over the side or somethin'?
Sorry about that, Maggie. He- he wasn't the only one that got drugged. I'll- uh- [He sighs roughly again.]
I'll go get Roman first, but.. you've still got my gun, right? [Yes, it was his.] You didn't.. toss it over the side or somethin'?
[Ah, so that's where it came from.] Yeah, I've got it. It's in my cabin whenever you're ready to come get it.
No rush, I can head back there whenever you're free. Take care of your people first.
I hope Flint's alright.
Thank you.
I hope so too...
[Raylan closed the feed after that and did exactly what he said he would, going down to rescue Roman from Zero and stashing him in his cabin where the man could get a shower while the Marshal went to find Flint.
'Might be a bit' was a little of an understatement - Raylan didn't hit her up again until the deeper 'evening' hours.]
Let me know when you gotta few minutes for me to take that piece off your hands.
I hope so too...
[Raylan closed the feed after that and did exactly what he said he would, going down to rescue Roman from Zero and stashing him in his cabin where the man could get a shower while the Marshal went to find Flint.
'Might be a bit' was a little of an understatement - Raylan didn't hit her up again until the deeper 'evening' hours.]
Let me know when you gotta few minutes for me to take that piece off your hands.
I'm home now, stop by anytime. Anything else I should have ready when you do? Sounds like you've had a hell of a day or two.
Honestly, I wouldn't say no to anythin' to eat that isn't a ham and cheese and a drink if you got it. Otherwise, the dinin' hall and those sad little boxes are my next destination after you.
[The fact that he said that so easily and willingly was a statement of beaten down, physically and mentally, Raylan felt right now. He didn't want to impose. But also his body and brain had some basic needs he hadn't attended to yet.]
[The fact that he said that so easily and willingly was a statement of beaten down, physically and mentally, Raylan felt right now. He didn't want to impose. But also his body and brain had some basic needs he hadn't attended to yet.]
I've got my kitchen back and I'm sure I can throw something together. Get some real food into you.
Along with that drink, of course.
You're a blessin', Maggie.
I'll be there in about ten minutes.
--
He was timely, if nothing else, but the 'ten minutes' was so that he could wash his face, put his hair back where it belonged instead of arching wildly in front of him, and putting on a shirt that didn't reek of his own sweat and worry. "I'll be back, baby," he says to James's lifeless looking form before heading out.
He raps neatly on Maggie's door and waits for her call before walking in.
"Evenin'." One look at him was all any eagle eyed person would need to judge the real state of him. Underfed, exhausted, and looking like he'd gone ten rounds thanks to a fall that he had taken earlier in the day.
I'll be there in about ten minutes.
--
He was timely, if nothing else, but the 'ten minutes' was so that he could wash his face, put his hair back where it belonged instead of arching wildly in front of him, and putting on a shirt that didn't reek of his own sweat and worry. "I'll be back, baby," he says to James's lifeless looking form before heading out.
He raps neatly on Maggie's door and waits for her call before walking in.
"Evenin'." One look at him was all any eagle eyed person would need to judge the real state of him. Underfed, exhausted, and looking like he'd gone ten rounds thanks to a fall that he had taken earlier in the day.
Maggie has a bruise blooming across her cheekbone when she opens the door, but other than that seems to be in one piece. And her dog, Fetch, is delighted to see Raylan.
"Dinner won't be ready for awhile, but it's on the stove. Moroccan chicken with lemon and olives okay?" She's so happy to have her kitchen back. "In the meantime, I can offer you cookies and drinks. I think today might warrant dessert before dinner."
The dog is greeted as all dogs should be, with a good scritch behind the ears and a 'hey'a bud' as Raylan steps out of the way so the door can be closed. When he looks up again, he lets the wince he felt at the first glance of it slip out.
"I think you might be right. So long as its only a few, I dunno what Moroccan chicken is but I wanna leave room. Sounds like a lotta work though - Hope you know this means when I make my fried chicken, you're gettin' a plate.." For more reasons than feeding him now - he couldn't even begin to articulate how his stomach responded to even the suggestion of a proper meal.
He lifts his chin a little towards her bruise. "You gotten ice on that yet?"
"I think you might be right. So long as its only a few, I dunno what Moroccan chicken is but I wanna leave room. Sounds like a lotta work though - Hope you know this means when I make my fried chicken, you're gettin' a plate.." For more reasons than feeding him now - he couldn't even begin to articulate how his stomach responded to even the suggestion of a proper meal.
He lifts his chin a little towards her bruise. "You gotten ice on that yet?"
"I'm not turning down fried chicken," Maggie tells him with a grin. "It's not so bad. I like cooking, and it's a lot less work to make a meal for two than feed the entire damn ship." Which she does regularly, running one of the kitchen shifts.
"And yes, I've been very good, iced it for ages. At least he didn't break my nose. I really didn't want to bleed all over anyone." Zombie virus risk, after all. "
"That must be the biggest pain in the ass to have to keep a weather eye on." And he could only begin to imagine.
"But good. Ice is important. I'm a little surprised he managed to clock you at all. I don't mean to jump into business from the start and we don't hav'ta get into this minute but - Roman isn't usually a puncher. Looks like he got you good too."
Which - Part of Raylan was a little proud, until you looked at the why and the who and the what happened before.
"But good. Ice is important. I'm a little surprised he managed to clock you at all. I don't mean to jump into business from the start and we don't hav'ta get into this minute but - Roman isn't usually a puncher. Looks like he got you good too."
Which - Part of Raylan was a little proud, until you looked at the why and the who and the what happened before.
"I didn't even bother trying to block it, just turned my head a little, because he still had the gun at the time. I was a little preoccupied making sure he didn't get me with that instead." Priorities. Maggie's always been good at prioritizing. She saw the punch coming, but as long as she didn't infect Roman or get herself shot, she'd accomplished her objective.
"Level headed priorities, considerin'. If I'm honest with ya, I'm not entirely sure how he got it outta my holster, but it can't have been without a little scrap of some kind." He takes a deep breath then, chin ducking a little as he starts again.
"My firearms, especially my service piece, aren't so easily taken from me.. Or maybe I'm just a really bad stoner and there's a good reason I've stayed away from all that shit over my life. But it's still my gun, and I apologize on his behalf, and my own, that you were put into that situation in the first place."
It was his mistake, no matter the circumstances.
"My firearms, especially my service piece, aren't so easily taken from me.. Or maybe I'm just a really bad stoner and there's a good reason I've stayed away from all that shit over my life. But it's still my gun, and I apologize on his behalf, and my own, that you were put into that situation in the first place."
It was his mistake, no matter the circumstances.
"You don't owe me an apology. You weren't in your right mind, he wasn't in his right mind, I'm not holding it against either of you." She doesn't plan on making an issue of it, but... "If I were going to call any warden to task over this, it would be Petronilla's."
"Mm, respectfully, I disagree. Mess shouldn't'a been made in the first place. " He should have seen it; he should have been more responsible for it.
"Who is her warden, anyway? Has - You know if anythin's happened to her? Anything for all the hell she caused?"
"Who is her warden, anyway? Has - You know if anythin's happened to her? Anything for all the hell she caused?"
"Edward Teach, I think. I've never spoken to him, and I have no idea what consequences she faced." So she can't be much help there.
He grunts softly with a tense of his jaw, eyes wandering towards the door like he had half the idea of going to find that out himself directly, but Maggie's food was already filling the apartment with a good smell that his overly hungry gut couldn't ignore.
"Somethin' else to chase down later then. I know that Rome, Flint and I weren't the only ones she got. Might as well leave that to stew a little, let it all bite her in the ass more naturally instead of drawin' her attention and proddin' her towards showin' her ass more."
"Somethin' else to chase down later then. I know that Rome, Flint and I weren't the only ones she got. Might as well leave that to stew a little, let it all bite her in the ass more naturally instead of drawin' her attention and proddin' her towards showin' her ass more."
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