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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:21 am
hate culture
He sighed. "I worry." He reached up to finger a lock of the blonde man's hair. Horace liked touching Jan, small, light things. Normally, he wasn't so... interested in this type of small touches - hands brushing together, fingertips sliding lightly - unless he was flirting, of course. It was a desire to feel connected, maybe.
"There's a lot of personal bias on this island, and it seeps into the professional side of things, too. No one's got a clean record - except maybe fresh trainess - but the records on this island." His hand raked through his hair. "Everything's so easily accessible. It could all easily be altered, if someone ever thought about it. Or important things lost, pertinent data 'corrupted'. I dunno. I just... worry." It was lame, but he didn't want anything to happen to Jan simply because someone thought he sounded like he was working for O.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:23 am
the nights were made
"What kind of peace?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:33 am
windows
A thin smile flickered across Horace's face. Jan was hard to read; he always was. He couldn't say he hated it. He chewed his lip briefly before answering. "Windows at night make me uneasy - a childhood thing." The sound of the hole punch puncuated his sentence.
"You know how hunters see monsters before they get recruited?" He half-shrugged.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:50 am
anchor
Horace didn't know why he was surprised by JAn's candor, but he was. He had figured that they'd slept together, of course. At some point, there must have been a time that America did not hate Jan. He tapped his fingers along his leg thoughtfully. She'd mentioned it, on Twitter, that Jan had tried to provide her with medium services. While he wasn't sure if he believed in that or not, (after all, anything seemed possible here), if it was not actual spirit channeling, it was all about getting inside other people's heads and using the voices there to help someone grieve.
"A reminder?" he asked slowly. "What kind of reminder? And it bothers me... because..." His fingers played with the sheets, twisting them up and then smoothing them flat again. America, them - it left an uneasy feeling inside him. It was part silly, childish jealousy and part something else ; he wasn't sure. "There is an... an intimacy in the way you stab at each other. I rarely see you like that, vicious, except with her. It's a part of you I don't know." Ah, that was it, he realized with a guilty flush. Possessiveness. Horace didn't have the right to feel that, and over such a reason... It wasn't as though he wanted that easy vindictiveness directed at him. He just wanted everything. Horace wondered what expression Jan's face had when he talked with America.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 5:11 pm
smoke without fire
Shaken, Horace had showered quickly, messily, pulling on the clothing he'd worn before. He couldn't tell if he still smelled of the smoke - it had only been one cigarette, but the feeling clung to him like nicotine on a window shade. Hair still wet (he hadn't bothered to really dry it), he moved down the corridor, feet taking him to a certain room by muscle memory alone.
Jan's door was unlocked, it usually was, and he pushed it open without a word. The other hunter wasn't there, but Horace would wait. He paused at the bed and instead sat on the floor next to it, knees to his chest, eyes staring blankly ahead. He sat, and he waited, hoping the sheer normalcy of the room would calm him and wished that Jan were there.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 3:45 pm
glitches
Lawr raised a brow. looking at Horace's hand on his.
"Oh." he said. "It happens sometimes. I find it pleasant. Repetition." And even the word repetition sounded like it too would be good to repeat, but he did not want to worry Horace any further.
"A habit I picked up as a child."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 3:53 pm
hate culture
"It is the problem with having a military cohabiting on an island, quite contrary to team bonding it fractures and divides, people no longer remain professional, the line between the workplace and the home becomes splintered and separate."
He nodded morosely. "All it would take is someone making a "mistake" on a mission and then fudging the report and it would be game over for any one of us. It is hardly efficient. If someone wishes to try and murder me, they will try regardless of what I do or do not do."
He exhaled in a light sigh. "Such is the nature of this island."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 4:00 pm
the nights were made
"Absolute peace. Satisfaction to live my life how I wish to live it, as I will, without interference from institution or individual." he reached out to stroke Horace's hair. "Would that we were in a place where I could show you all the things I once possessed, I would ask merely space to live and love. Not traditional family perhaps, but room for me, for us."
He smiled. "I have a little more refined tastes than a picket fence, however."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 4:07 pm
windows
Lawrence eyed the window thoughtfully, striving to imagine what things beyond the glass could be any worse than those that lay within. "Understandable." he lied.
At the mention of the monsters he nodded. He had seen monsters, he had witnessed strange things all his life, but had always ascribed it to the various medicines he was pressured into taking in his youth, before he could wrestle control of his own brain and his own future. "Ah, that makes sense, if that was the sort of creature you witnessed."
His own encounters had been varied in nature, but he had always dismissed them, unafraid of the strange and unusual, unafraid of everything.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 4:18 pm
anchor
"It is a reminder of how I may be different, to the degree that some may argue I am broken. Yet I am not. I endure. It is defiance of a sort. I am fond of it." It was not a piece of furniture that he was willing to compromise, it had taken time to create and it pleased him aesthetically even now.
Horace's other doubts however seemed to soften the pale man's features. "Intimacy? I detest her." he explained. "She has tried to kill me in the past, she openly states that I am not human nor worthy of being treated like one. You have witnessed the way that she behaves several times. There is a certain satisfaction in needling her, in finding ways to draw forth her rage." he shrugged. "She hates being out of control and yet there are or at the very least were ways to draw that out."
He raised his brows at Horace. "You would not like to have that side of me levelled at you."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 4:24 pm
smoke without fire
Lawr returned not long later and wandered into the room, not actually expecting anyone to be there. He was carrying a rolled up black wig and froze as he spotted Horace for just an instant before making his way over to the chest of drawers and putting the wig away. "Are you all right?" he asked.
And then paused again, sniffing. "Have you been smoking?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:40 am
the nights were made
Horace leaned into the touch, then turned to press a kiss into Jan's palm. He knew he was too young for forevers, but what was now felt right enough. And it was already to think of a time in the future if Jan wouldn't be there. He enjoyed the sort of easy rhythm they'd seemed to fall into.
"I could more easily see you in some expansive penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows than a country kitchen with a picket fence." The idea of such large windows unnerved him, but, he though they would suit Jan. There were times when he would sit and stare out the small window afforded him and Horace wished he had more, despite his own discomfort.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:45 am
Windows
"Yes, they came to my window every night." He sighed and re-shuffled the pages. "I know it's right ridiculous, sorry. What sort did you encounter?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:49 am
smoke without fire
He'd calmed down more by the time Jan had arrived, but still Horace flinched when the door opened. IT took him a moment to focus on the other man before a faint smile crossed his face. Nervous fingers plucked at one of his bracelets. Horace opened his mouth to answer Jan, unsure of what to say, but the second question gave him pause.
"I... I tried to smoke. I used to, in highschool. I took a shower, but my clothes..." A beat. "I wanted to see you."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:53 am
glitches
"Okay - you just seemed a little spaced out. I was worried." He gave Jan's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I've always thought it funny that the word 'repetition' sounds like, well, repetition." He trailed his fingers along the edge of Jan's sleeve, dipping just above the hem.
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