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at least you're boning. think how I feel! I'm like the freeloading neighbour in a bad sitcom.
No need to go out of your way to kill it. That spirit won't cooperate if he knows I'm the one interested in the bones.
Just, if it happens to die, I appreciate you letting me know.
Just, if it happens to die, I appreciate you letting me know.
The enthusiasm sears straight into him, earlier storm still going strong, and with Quentin burning a lasting impression into his mouth and memory he catches himself wondering what another round might be like. Both once-sated, less hurried. Whether he could stoke Quentin again as easily as his embers are kept lit now. He rewards him with the rich spill of laughter into their mouths, charmed by the openness, the greedy, giving ease.
"Worry about your own knees." Stephen pushes back against Quentin just slightly then and in the next second Quentin will find himself standing where Stephen had an instant before, pressed back, without either of them having needed to move a muscle. Stephen's eyes glint bright mischief, mouth hooking up at the corner, attention roving over Quentin's face. "In case you need something to hold onto."
Then his gaze drops to the scant space between them, raises again to meet Quentin's in final warning, and he sinks with easy grace to his knees. Claiming the cock from Quentin's hand into his own, Stephen casts his eyes up, watchful as he leans in to smother sudden nerves with the scent of his skin, nose pressed into hair, mouth open and breathing hot against the base for the few moments it takes him to be ready to drop wet, indulgent kisses along the shaft. Taking his time. Payback for the quip.
"Worry about your own knees." Stephen pushes back against Quentin just slightly then and in the next second Quentin will find himself standing where Stephen had an instant before, pressed back, without either of them having needed to move a muscle. Stephen's eyes glint bright mischief, mouth hooking up at the corner, attention roving over Quentin's face. "In case you need something to hold onto."
Then his gaze drops to the scant space between them, raises again to meet Quentin's in final warning, and he sinks with easy grace to his knees. Claiming the cock from Quentin's hand into his own, Stephen casts his eyes up, watchful as he leans in to smother sudden nerves with the scent of his skin, nose pressed into hair, mouth open and breathing hot against the base for the few moments it takes him to be ready to drop wet, indulgent kisses along the shaft. Taking his time. Payback for the quip.
Just another bit of crazy, isn’t it?
[ But it depends on the body, he’s realizing. And he’s just hidden the corpse. ]
[ But it depends on the body, he’s realizing. And he’s just hidden the corpse. ]
It's the crazy bit on your mind, which makes it a little special. Look, Fifty, do you wanna get a drink or something? [ Last he heard from Gabe, though, the drinking seemed like it was maybe a little much. ] Or--I dunno, I've got time to take like a day trip out if you wanna see the Peaks or something? What's going on with you?
We had a run-in back in August when I went void-crazy and transformed. He came at my monster and learned I can actually hurt him. As long as he stays away from my people, I don't give a shit what he does, but he gets pissy anytime I'm involved in something.
Nothing's going on with me. Nothing at all. And I need to sober up anyway.
Forget I asked. I'm in a mood.
Forget I asked. I'm in a mood.
"Fu--Stephen!" Shock, laughter, hands dropping back to clamp to the counter when he's suddenly--shit, facing the other way. Quentin shudders and straightens, sucks in a sharp breath when Stephen catches his eyes from below. Dr. Strange. The sorcerer with his lips snagging along his shaft, like-- "Holy shit, okay--okay."
His hand twitches to Stephen's hairline--away--back to his hair and away again to scrape over his mouth. "You think this--helps, you think this counts for your zadza, uh--" You like it, do you like this?
His hand twitches to Stephen's hairline--away--back to his hair and away again to scrape over his mouth. "You think this--helps, you think this counts for your zadza, uh--" You like it, do you like this?
yeah you know what, i don't really get along great with billy, I was mostly there for you
I know I have to get used to just seeing Danny around but its hard
it's hard, what he did to me was the worst thing that's ever happened to me lol
[ LOL ]
Did you know he used your camera?
I know I have to get used to just seeing Danny around but its hard
it's hard, what he did to me was the worst thing that's ever happened to me lol
[ LOL ]
Did you know he used your camera?
Ideally, the entire skeleton but I'll take whatever is available.
You're just gonna keep asking until I spit it out, huh?
[ He has that feeling. There's a sigh. ]
Down by the river.
[ He has that feeling. There's a sigh. ]
Down by the river.
[i was mostly there for you.
for the first time in what feels like a long, long time, Jem thinks before she answers.]
sometimes he asks for it and i don’t always take it everywhere with me.
[this is true, even if vague. ]
normal break ups are hard enough lol
i’m sorry that he did that to you. i have been the whole time. it feels like there’s been one thing after another happening and i never got the chance to say that it was really fucked up, and i think you should be as angry and hurt as you want for however long you want.
you can get used to having him around, but you know
you can still hate it and wish a train would run him over a few dozen times.
for the first time in what feels like a long, long time, Jem thinks before she answers.]
sometimes he asks for it and i don’t always take it everywhere with me.
[this is true, even if vague. ]
normal break ups are hard enough lol
i’m sorry that he did that to you. i have been the whole time. it feels like there’s been one thing after another happening and i never got the chance to say that it was really fucked up, and i think you should be as angry and hurt as you want for however long you want.
you can get used to having him around, but you know
you can still hate it and wish a train would run him over a few dozen times.
I know
[ Knows she feels fucked up about it, or she might have said something sooner. Knows he can feel how he feels, because he couldn't stop it if he wanted. Knows it's only going to get weirder to navigate after meeting Danny in the lodge only a couple days ago, full of bitter affection and sour want. He trusts all of that, as hard as the feelings are to hold. What he doesn't know-- ]
He's one completely confusing thing
It's a totally separate confusing thing to know what I'm supposed to say when people that say they wanna be friends with me dedicate songs to him, or make a point out of fucking him, or loan him their camera to take pictures of me losing it over a dead body and use them as a weird little reveal moment before ripping my fucking heart out
[ Knows she feels fucked up about it, or she might have said something sooner. Knows he can feel how he feels, because he couldn't stop it if he wanted. Knows it's only going to get weirder to navigate after meeting Danny in the lodge only a couple days ago, full of bitter affection and sour want. He trusts all of that, as hard as the feelings are to hold. What he doesn't know-- ]
He's one completely confusing thing
It's a totally separate confusing thing to know what I'm supposed to say when people that say they wanna be friends with me dedicate songs to him, or make a point out of fucking him, or loan him their camera to take pictures of me losing it over a dead body and use them as a weird little reveal moment before ripping my fucking heart out
[ ah ]
when i found felipe's body in the woods after Danny killed him, Danny was watching
he took pictures
the morning he killed me, he left one of them for me to find
it's the same kind of shit he used to do in the fog, just
minus the high quality photos, plus the baggage of the horrifying disruption of reality
I left early bc seeing the stock gave me a panic attack, I was a mess
when i found felipe's body in the woods after Danny killed him, Danny was watching
he took pictures
the morning he killed me, he left one of them for me to find
it's the same kind of shit he used to do in the fog, just
minus the high quality photos, plus the baggage of the horrifying disruption of reality
I left early bc seeing the stock gave me a panic attack, I was a mess
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