here’s where i’d put my pinned post. . . 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗢𝗡𝗘

just come home safe to me, okay?

( hands catch his jaw to pull him back down into a proper kiss, grinning up at him. )

i'm happy with you here, happy, healthy, and wormless.

. . 'm glad.

( brief smile, pressing a kiss to his chin. )

i really am.

go.

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ㅤ D̳o̳c̳t̳o̳r̳ ̳W̳h̳o̳?̳

a wandering exile.

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i love you too. a lot.

( blank stare. slowly pulling out cigarettes to smoke. )

. . y'mean it?

go back.

( there's a soft coo as fingers brush against pearls and rubies, lips curling into a sweet little smile. )

you always find me the nicest things. still got that plastic flower you brought me for christmas.

then cry.

sorry, sugar. never had the chance to grow my uh . . ovaries, i guess. after all the radiation—

who the fuck are you??

please don't—

ex boyfriend is back in town and theres a ranger screamin' mpreg. god.

are you.

jesus christ

— wouldn't entertain the fear tactics either. it stopped working after the third time it stuck a gun in her mouth for kicks.

" i have work to do. "

" novac is west. "

goosebumps flare across pale skin, high alert at the subtle shift. there he was, a between point at least. jaw clenches and nose flares before he turns away from the other, fidgeting with the opened weapon on the bench.

" no. i don't. not to you or lance. " —

are you GOOD

— an old dog live with a lie.

— way to say 'you can't stay here'. not again.

he wasn't ready to grieve him again when he does finally drop dead. needed time to gather himself and shove it all under the rug like always. there was the other issue of coming out to him. but, she might never bring it up truthfully. better to let —

— far from here, down the street a ways, big neon sign. i'm sure you can find some sort of lodging with them as well, given its partially a hotel. "

funny, how it looked like a shanty town from the outside and yet held so much life for some place trying to thrive. it was also a subtle —

— dabbing meticulously at cracking skin and leaking eye.

the burn had long faded into the back of his mind with a buzz, long chalked up to the bouts of chronic pain between poorly cared for legs and arthritic hands. everything hurts, as it always has, as it always will.

" there's a bar not —

his shit-hole. as if he had a right to it after abandoning her, abandoning everyone to chase a feverish high of killing the Caesar and blowing another place to hell and back. a sense of bitterness follows closely behind grief. teeth clench as he takes the rag with soft thanks, —

did you bring anything back from your trip?

( hopefully not another mystery child. one was enough. )

⠀ ⠀ SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS.