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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 3:15 pm
SmokeEver liked a cigarette, after: wrapped up in blankets with his hair tousled and his expression still bright, he clutched a battered cup in one hand to tap off the ashes and let smoke spill out of his mouth to fill the room around him. This was a new phenomenon, he thought. Before Deus, cigarettes had been a treat, a social experience, stolen from coworkers in the alley outside of work or used as an excuse to flirt. Now he just needed them. Needed cases of them. Was afraid to find out what would happen if they ran out. He wasn't great at it, but blinking down at Zeke he put the work in to blow a slow ring into the air above them. beejoux Non-continuous drabbles? Feel free to reply to things you thin will go place or just start new threads if nothing else tickles?
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 3:50 pm
SmokeWorn out, Zeke was laying on his back, blankets tangled around him, with eyes half focused on the ceiling. He was waiting for his pulse to slow back to normal, chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. One arm was tucked under the pillow, snaked around Ever's hips where he sat leaning against the cross bar of the frame. He was watching the smoke, the lazy swirls, and when the ring rose up above them a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "Skilled. How about a french inhale?" It had been years since Ezekiel's last cigarette. The craving was still there, somewhere, but it had yet to rear it's ugly head in any significant manner. The smell of smoke clung to Ever's skin, he could taste it on him, it was thick in the room, but still nothing. He was waiting to see if it ever would.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 6:33 pm
Je ne sais pasThey had ended up in Zeke's room, rather than Ever's, and the Mist was laying on his stomach, arms folded under the pillow. It was late, and he was tired, but he was watching the glow of the cherry on the end of Ever's cigarette as it moved in the dimness. What had begun as a random hook up was turning out to be a very frequent affair. Compatible in more ways than one, Zeke seemed to find himself in the Lifer's company most days. It was easy, uncomplicated, comfortable, and the sex was amazing. No longer casual, but devoid of any pressure. The arrangement worked, there was no reason to poke at it. The quiet that had settled in around them was companionable, but Zeke broke it anyways, voice gruff and tired. "Jamais été à la Nouvelle-Orléans ?" He didn't have much opportunity to speak french, not before the island, and not on it. Ever could speak it though, so there was at least one person he knew(and enjoyed spending time with) he could speak with in rusty French. In the hopes that his dialect could only improve.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 8:20 pm
Je ne sais pasEver was relaxed, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed -- and the words stirred him back into focus, cracking them open to consider Zeke where he lay sprawled. For a moment, they didn't process; it took some time to understand what the man was saying, for a slow quirk of a smile to take over his mouth. Almost absently, he tapped off his cigarette. "Non, je ne suis jamais allé à New Orleans." French was easy for him, except that when he spoke it was with the somewhat-musical, sibilant edge that came from Marseilles, habits picked up from a native. Ever shrugged, raised his eyebrows, and didn't correct Zeke's French. He could understand, so. "Nor Paris, or anywhere in France. Not Austin, nor LA, nor San Francisco. It was home, then Bloomington, Chicago for a bit, and then New York." He ditched the last of it, sinking down into the bed. "Une vie bizarre, mais pas..." He paused, floundered there for a moment, and then shook his head at Zeke. "Not exactly worldly."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 8:21 pm
Squeaky BoltThe bed hadn't always made that noise, and so tonight Ever climbed down off, to kneel on the cold floor and carefully wiggle the head, and then the foot, searching for whatever it was that kept squeaking. Of course, once he found it, what then? He didn't exactly have a wrench, nor the knowledge to be able to fix anything, even if he did figure it out...
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 8:38 pm
Je ne sais pasAttentive, he noted the subtle changes between his choice of words, and Ever's, filing it away, learning. It had been years, he'd never been entirely fluent. When he spoke French it was choppy, rigid, and didn't flow nearly as naturally as he'd have liked. When Ever spoke it it came out half melodic and natural. Quiet, he listened, comparing travels before the blonde was sliding back down beside him. On a yawn the man turned, and an arm came up, almost casually, to drape across Ever's stomach. "Would you want to?" he rumbled, voice to deep to be truly soft above anything but a whisper. "Go to New Orleans. Or Paris. Or anywhere other than where you've been?" Zeke had stayed in Utah until the end of high school, then fled to Florida. New York, Chicago, Key West. All vacation destinations he'd visited, save the last, a summer internship studying sea life.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 8:41 pm
Squeaky boltFlat on his back, legs hanging off the bed, Zeke gave a disappointed grunt as the warm body beside him slid off the bed and onto the floor. "What are you doing?" He nudged him with his foot, seeking to prod a toe into the tender region high up on the side of his ribs.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 8:53 pm
Squeaky bolt"You were obviously more distracted than I was -- " he swatted, absently, at Zeke's foot, his eyebrows knitting together. "You didn't hear that?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 8:57 pm
Je ne sais pas"I was thinking about Paris next time I go on leave. I still have a couple days, I can do a proper overnight." He shrugged, settled in, too casual about it. Unthinking. A decision he'd made, already, no question of it. He blinked, though, and then grinned down at Zeke. "You want to come? When do you get leave?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 9:07 pm
Je na sais pas"About twenty days, give or take." Or sooner. He wondered how stringent they were on watching just who went through the portal and to where. There had been no questions asked when his team had marched back to the lighthouse after having only gone through a day prior. Granted, he wasn't sure if America, or possibly Evan, had handed over some documentation before he'd arrived. It would be a good idea to ask. "I'd like to see Paris." It was one of those places on his list. Somewhere he'd liked to visit, but hadn't quite seemed in grasp. Too far, too foreign. Now, the possibilities were very nearly endless.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 9:10 pm
Squeaky bolt"I heard lots of things." He grinned, you could hear it in his voice. "You'll have to be more specific." The swat was ignored, and a firm jab was delivered. Retribution for the comment, possibly. He had it on good authority he had no trouble holding Ever's attention.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 10:14 pm
Smoke"Easy, but I don't like it." But then there was a pause, he blinked at Zeke, and puffed out a sigh. Whether he liked it or not, Ever'd sit back to demonstrate. He did it slowly, carefully, head tipped so that the smoke would flow out of his mouth and up, slowly, into his nose -- where it itched and scratched and while the effect was overall appealing, it didn't last long. He blew out the last of the stored smoke all at once, shaking his head and flicking Zeke a look, cigarette already at his mouth again. "You don't want a shotgun, I'm guessing."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 10:30 pm
Squeaky boltEver squinted up at him for a moment and then, slowly, raised one finger in a salute. When he wiggled the bed this time, something definitely squeaked.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 3:43 am
SmokeIt had been less about the actual trick, and more about whether or not Ever would humor him. He did, and a satisfied smirk crept over tanned lips while he watched. The look was returned, shameless, with a twitch of brows. He did, however, seem to consider the that last comment. Because he wasn't actually opposed to it. It may, however, tip the balance between buried cravings that weren't currently upon him, and active cravings that would have him seeking out more than the taste of smoke against pale skin. "It's not a hard no," he replied, tone almost curious.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 3:48 am
Squeaky boltLaying back, eyes closed, he never saw the salute, but that didn't mean he didn't knew that silence meant there were two dark eyes leveled narrowly on him. The bed shifted, and this time he heard the squeak. "That noise?" conversationally curious. He ran the side of his foot along Ever's otter thigh, distracting. Or trying.
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