Gekyll
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- Posted: Wed, 29 May 2013 15:51:16 +0000
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- ❝ɴever coulɗ ɗecide
- ʜow чou ωanʈed us ʈo be.❞
- ❝ωʜч ωon'ʈ чou sʜow
- чour inʈenʈions ʈowards me?❞
- Sword was toeing the line between consciousness and precious sleep. He wasn’t quite sure on what side he wanted to be on. Sometimes dreams made facing reality more painful. His body was insisting on sleep to recover from his ordeal the night before. His mind was fitfully disobeying. He bent and pointed his pinky finger now and again, just enough movement to keep himself from drifting entirely.
He kept the motion going up until he heard his door open. In a sincere moment of hope, Sword rapidly sat up to see… Scott. Not exactly the white boy he wanted to see, but judging from the bag of what he assumed to be medical goodies, at least he was here to help and not harm. Nevertheless, Sword was a mite disappointed. He deflated and fell back into his bed.
“Hi, Scott.”
Sword said with an inert wave. He watched him approach from his prone position, offering the male a grin as he assessed the damage. It could’ve been worse~ It had been a long while since he was jumped by more than one person at a time. Fighting off several dudes was a hell of a lot harder than the movies made it look. At Scott’s initial admonishment, Sword chuckled quietly and shifted his arms overhead for comfort.
“Well, I’m a bit of a traditionalist,” He teased, passively allowing Scott to move his head and inspect as he pleased. He’d spent a good portion of his morning staring himself down in the mirror. He knew what there was to see. Scott’s audible sigh made Sword grin. He shrugged apologetically but said nothing.
At Scott’s mention of Mario Kart, Sword chuckled a little louder than his previous, closing his eyes when Scott ran his finger across his bruise. His touch was unfamiliar, but not entirely unwelcome. It was nice to be taken care of. Scott’s good looks didn’t hurt none, neither. Lord knew if Rook was in Scott’s position, there would be no tender touches or joking around.
“I’ll let you know when I’m in need of some video game therapy.” Video games like that were no fun to play alone! Sword knew of Scott’s gaming tendencies anyway – he’d enjoy joining in.
When handed an ice pack, Sword dutifully pressed it to his eye. Goddamn it was cold! He made a sound of discontent but held it in place like a man. If he wanted to be cold, he’d step outside, s**t… He cut his glowering session short when Scott prefaced his comments to follow and began to open a cream of some sort. Sword adjusted the ice pack in his quickly freezing fingers, though he lowered it enough to fix Scott with an amused expression at the mention of his guns. He flexed dutifully before replacing the ice pack in its place.
“I’m fine,” He murmured with a sideways smile, “You have any idea how many people would love to have a good looking doctor like you in their bed?”
Sword winked his good eye. He might’ve expanded on that statement otherwise, but as it were, he was feeling pretty poorly. He averted his uncovered eye when Scott offered to listen to him about what brought this on.
“You think I’m pretty, doc?”
He smiled softly, eye roaming across his empty ceiling. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk about it. Much of the bullshit with him and Rook was so incredibly private, no one but the two of them knew details. Which was why so many people assumed they were a packaged deal, he guessed. Part of him enjoyed the privacy they shared, but another wished Rook wouldn’t be… ashamed or whatever to show what they had.
“…all this was basically a self-destructive act to cope with being in relationship limbo with someone who identifies as straight.” He said slowly, shifting his gaze to look at Scott briefly. “I don’t advise pursuing heterosexuals.”
Oh well.
He exhaled sharply and smiled some.
“I probably need to stick to established homosexuals for my own good.”
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