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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 7:45 pm
Warning:
This Rp may contain foul language, fighting cousins and content not suitable for prudish audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Mot had left for a week to see his family. He had no interest in the horsemen clan, not after his first encounter with the trials. Hel had gone, but really, what could he do to stop her? Nothing.
He returned back to the dorms, bag slung over his shoulder and spurs clicking as he made his way down the hall back to his room. He was a little more irritable than usual. Reasons?
Reason 1 for Mot being grouchy: He'd spent a week talking to his dad.. his crazy, talkative dad.
Reason 2 for Mot being grouchy: He was still upset about Hel.
Reason 3 for Mot being grouchy: He'd given up coffee. Hel didn't like when he drank it, and for some strange reason, not drinking it allowed him to sleep better.
So strange.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 7:57 pm
Mac heard the telltale spurr clicks echoing in the hallway. There wasn't anything else that it could be other than a certain cowboil that had been making his life a living hell likely without meaning to. He considered bursting into the hallway and laying the smackdown on his cousin, but he was considerate and waited for the boil to settle in.
Mac was nice like that.
After the sounds in the next room died down to a settled-in murmur, the Psychopomp got to his feet and made the trip ALL THE WAY to the next room, knocking on Mot's door. "Hey man, it's me, I need to talk to you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:10 pm
Mot was settled. He was still taking care of Hel's small fluff of a foxfire, which he was feeding in the kitchen when Mac knocked. He had no idea why he'd need to speak with him. the two barely ever talked.
He set the small fluff back into his side pouch, since it seemed to like it there, and opened the door to let Mac in. "Hi, Mac. Come on in?" He asked uncertainly, raising a brow.
He was a little bit worried. Was it bad news?
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:27 pm
"Thanks." Mac took a step into the room and all he wanted to do was to follow through that step with a punch to Mot's tired, pale face. He managed to keep that urge contained, and instead he closed the door behind him once he was in the room. "Okay. First..." The Reaper took a deep breath as if he had something really deeply important to say, and then;
"You're a ******** p***y, yanno that?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:30 pm
First? There was a lot of things? Mot blinked and waited for Mac to say something profound, deep, maybe informative.
What he heard was none of those things.
"W-what?" He stammered, taken aback by his words. Not that they weren't true, but to hear it aloud? "Why?!" He asked, looking confused and sounding surprised.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:22 pm
"Yeah. And secondly?" This time, Mac did punch Mot. He was considerate enough to punch the other Reaper in the shoulder instead of the face, mostly because if he hit too hard Mot might not be able to talk...and, you know, create a bruise that would have both Hel AND Lizzy on his case.
Stupid ghouls.
"Did you know, that while you were gone, your ghoulfriend practically rotted in her own filth?!" Mac informed him bluntly, his fists curling. There were a few things that would trigger Mac - which was a lie, because there were acutally a plethora of things that would trigger such a reaction from him - and one of the (many, many, many things) was exactly what had happened to Hel. "Also, what kind of man won't hold his ghoul all night? Is there something wrong with you? Are you broken? Batting for the other team, maybe?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:33 pm
"Secondly?---OW!" Mot yelped, holding his shoulder. Such abuse! Why was he being so meaaaaan? Wait, Hel?
Mot's demeanor changed then. Just what happened to Hel? And wait a minute... just HOW MUCH DID HEL TELL MAC ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP!?!? "NO I DO NOT BAT FOR ANOTHER TEAM!" Mot yelled back, looking horribly offended, stepping back a pace or two. "That's...it's....complicated." He stammered, his face going red. He did not want to talk about his issues, especially with Mac.
"Besides..." He added, frowning solemnly. "She wouldn't let me near her... She doesn't need my help. I thought Freya was helping her, so I left.."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:31 pm
"Then why the hell aren't you trying to touch her? Hold her? Show some jackdamned affection?" In Mac's world, you either had a ghoulfriend to love, hold and touch...or you had one to pretend you were something you weren't. And Mot, right now? He was pretending to be something he wasn't. "Complicated how?" Even after that his pathetic excuse made Mac's eyes roll, waving his hand in front of his face as if he could smell the bullshit.
"Mot, have you totally forgotten what kind of ghoul Hel is? Clearly you did. Here, let me sum her up for you; She's a stubborn a** who would rather let herself get a FEAR Infection than to let someone take care of her without a fight." The Psychopomp took a step forward, driving his index finger hard into Mot's chest. "She got it in her head that this whole thing makes her weak, and god damn her pride is already so large it's a miracle she gets into the building. Do you really think she honestly believed that she was going to be okay?" Mac threw his arms into the air in exasperation. He completely ignored any mention of Freya; the Valkyrie wasn't there when he got there, and she didn't make it any better. Right now his target was Mot, and right now it was all Mot's fault that Hel had gotten that bad.
"How could you leave her like that, Mot? What was so important that you left her that wounded?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:09 pm
"I... I do, just.." Just not for very long. Mot hesitated, fidgeting and feeling like maybe he should jump out a window to escape. "Complicated as in..." How to explain this to another guy? This was just uncomfortable. "..It's none of your business." He said with a furrowed brow. He definitely was not admitting feeling insecure with intimacy!
Mot stared at the pshychopomp as he went on, knowing what he said was true, and having it dig at his heart. He did know what Hel was like. It was why he ran away. He'd abandoned her..
"I..." What was more important? How could he leave her.. How indeed. "I.. went home. I thought it'd be best for her but.. I was just running away." He honestly thought his absence was best. He told himself that to avoid admitting the truth. He really did deserve to be punched. Maybe another few times as well.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:37 am
If Mot went for the Window, Mac would be on his heels. The Psychopomp wasn't often known for giving up unless he felt cornered and even then...so, sorry, Mot. For now you were stuck with him.
"Complicated how?" Mac growled, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest. He wasn't going to take running for an answer, and even though it really wasn't his business, that didn't bother him at all. Even ghouls like Hel wanted to feel love and affection, and if there was something in Mot keeping him from expressing it, well, for Hel's sake he wanted to shatter that hesitation to tiny little pieces. Mot he didn't really care for, but Hel, stubborn-assed Hel, was definitely his friend.
"Yeah, you were running away. You're a coward, Mot. A jackin' coward. You need to take a step up to bat or you're going to lose her." Blunt, always blunt...but there was no point in sugar coating it. Mot didn't see what Hel looked like, lying on that bed. Or the smell from looming infections. "So how are you going to fix it?" He demanded, his black eyes narrowed up at the taller Grim.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:53 am
Oh no. He wasn't relenting. "Since when do you care?" Mot asked, nervously pretending he had a spine. He had a feeling it was more about Hel than it was him though. "...you wouldn't understand." Mot answered vaguely regarding his issues with intmacy.
However, Mot seemed to sober up at the words Mac spoke. He could lose her. That shook the tall cowboil more than being called a coward.
Mot averted his eyes from the shorter reaper's narrowed gaze. FIx it? "Uh..." It was difficult to come up with a plan of action when put on the spot. Especially with someone he knew would judge him standing right there. Ruthlessly judgemental.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:14 am
"Since I saw her, Mot. I had to break into her room through the window. I had to carry her to the bathroom to clean her up; to change her bed sheets." Mac gritted his teeth; some of it was left out of course. Like the way Hel tried to refuse him, or what his carrying her was because she simply refused to move on her own, and he gave her no choice in the matter. Or what Hel herself changed her sheets after he hounded her for it; it was still technically him, as it wouln't have been done had he not been there to force the issue. "I care because my friend was in squander. You're her boilfriend." He felt it important to remind the cowboil of their relationship; Mac shouldn't have been the one to force Hel to do these things.
"Try me" Mac challenged, not budging. His arms remained crossed, his stance wide, and his dark eyed ever focused on him.
He tapped his foot once, his brow raising in a way that clearly said I'm waiting.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:21 am
Ugh. There was that shame again. Shame and guilt. Feeling those things didn't make it better, it didn't make it right again. Just because he felt bad didn't make his inaction forgivable. He had a responsibility to care for his ghoul and he failed. He could blame it on Freya all he wanted but the fact of the matter is he ran.
Mot felt he was being backed into a corner. He did not want to talk about his insecurities, especially not to Mac, espeically not to Mac who was pissed at him.
"Fine! You want to know so badly? You want to know why I can't touch her?!" Mot finally yelled out, "Because it SCARES me!"
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:57 am
Yes, Mot. Be ashamed. Be very ashamed.
Mot's reaction only gained him a blank stare. He was...scared? What was there to be scared of? Did Hel hide pumpkins all over their room? Did she have teeth where she shouldn't? Mot wasn't the one sleeping with a Black Widow, so what did he possibly have to worry about? He stared perplexed at the cowboil for a moment longer.
"And?" Clearly, that wasn't enough.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:04 pm
...And?
Mot stared blankly back, somewhat sobered again from his little outburst. Did.. that not cover it enough? Was he not clear? "And..." He looked down at Mac nervously, wondering how much worse the situation could possibly get by divulging in personal information.
"I can't seem to bring myself to do much.. um.. remotely intimate. It's intimidating." Mot scratched his neck, and continued to avoid eye contact. "That doesn't mean I'm not trying though.. it's simply taking a while to work up the courage."
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