[Closed] misteaks' mistakes - the sequel (catchall)

[gluttoning]

Who: Mr_Misteaks and also some other people
What: In person catchall + dungeon runs
When: October thru November
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: nsfw, ED discussion Please cw in headers.

[overflow and log space for October and November]

Comments

CW: ED discussion

[gluttoning]

I just can't.

[The bite of the words is shorted. Another can't, another incorrect word. Ugh.]

I don't... like how I feel, when I stop. I always feel I have to go back to it. Being in the hospital for a week was torture.

CW: ED discussion

[tablescraps]

You can wean off it.

( Petting... It sounds to him like dropping an addiction - stopping cold turkey doesn't always have benefits. )

... And you can always come to me. Even though I know you don't want to, because you don't want me to know. But... I'm not going to think less of you.

No matter what you do, you'll always be strong to me.

CW: ED discussion

[gluttoning]

[It renders him completely silent, a frustrated twist to his brow as he lets his eyes close under the motions of Morgan's hands.

But when he opens them again, the harshness has gone. He looks tired. Lost.]

Thank you.

[His fingers find Morgan's. Contact. Certainty. Nothing more than a brush of fingers, but needing something.]

...I wish I could be as sure as you. I couldn't last the last time.

Maybe I'm just not meant to.

CW: ED discussion

[tablescraps]

( If he'd had those memories, still, he could talk about how he went from vegetable to where he is now, but... those memories no longer exist in him, and what still remains remains in patchwork, poorly cut and badly sewn in. )

... I'll be certain for you. I'll carry it, the way I know you're enough, the way I know you're strong. Until you come to know it for yourself.

( No matter how bad it gets, he'll carry it all - until the weight crushes him, too. Like he'd done with Niamh.

He squeezes his hand... )

I won't let you burn out. Not for you. Not for anyone else.

[gluttoning]

...

[He squeezes back, leaning his weight close, downwards, to put a trembling kiss to Morgan's temple.]

I won't let you waste away, either. No matter what you've been told.

If I have to fight my way to the head of CCCorp with my bare hands to get you back, I will. If I have to fight all the Waves by myself, I will. I'll make sure we have memories together again. Ones we both know are true.

[Ones he would fight for.

Avenge for.]

I won't let you lose yourself a second time, Morgan. Stay with me. As long as you can.

I'll take care of you.

[tablescraps]

( Ah... )

... I always feel so sure things are impossible until I talk to you.

( Maybe one day he can do the same for Barrett, too.

He he rolls his shoulders a little, shifting the blankets better over them both, keeping them a little better warm. He knows... that taking care of others is how Barrett expresses love, and it softens him. )

... I promise. ( A promise for all those things. No matter how impossible the task, or even if Barrett's goal may want day change, he'll fight with Barrett for it. ) And... if someone tries to hurt you, I'll strike them down.

( Interlocking their fingers, he leans in to press his lips light to Barrett's opposite temple, in a mirrored motion. )

I won't let anyone separate us.

( He'll be there for him, no matter what that costs. )

[gluttoning]

[This feels familiar, in a distant way. Like a promise he might have made to someone close.

He wishes he could remember. But the wish fades fast. This promise belongs to Morgan now. And the though of anything, anyone getting in the way of that...

It fills his chest with fire. A new and unfamiliar warmth that guides his hands to wrap that much tighter against Morgan, to pull them together and make sure. Make sure he knows the feelings are here. Make sure he knows Barrett does not want him to leave.

Stay. Let him keep you.

Let him cradle this new feeling, however agonizing it is. A need to chase down what has caused a loss like an animal intent after its prey. An eye for an eye. Blood for blood. Vibrant and passionate and licking at his temper like a flame.

For now, it only smoulders in wisps of smoke. A flame at rest in the kiln of the earth. The embers of what is left of Morgan Chatainne wrapped up in his arms as though it might contain the heat as long as possible.

If the earth had to move to let fire have its way again... then let him rumble and crack. Let him erupt and explode.

Just let the one he loves go free.]