gr1m: (Things that were danced around)
𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗 ([personal profile] gr1m) wrote in [personal profile] dadication 2019-09-08 04:41 am (UTC)

Just buried it. [Repeated just as softly.

Before he was taking a long drink from that freshly opened bottle in his own hand. Hadn't been room for it, so he felt, with how things had been falling apart for the both of them. Even if it was still so very much there even when the building fell. Couldn't keep hold of it with what it all meant for him. Buried it along with who he was when he decided his path.

Sinking deep in to Talon, knowing he had an in. Carefully giving only so much to be that painted picture of himself most of the world had wanted of him. Twisted with anger and bitterness. An easy role to fall in to, was all there even if the reasons were kept far more close to his chest.

Jack fucking Morrison was a part of him, always had been since they met and always would be no matter what he felt he needed to do and be. His own anger burned deep, his own hurt. It felt right to rely on him. Fell in to place as if it had just been waiting.]


A lot harder. It's needed, though.

[It was caught, some huff of a noise escaping him.] I need you here with me.

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