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joan dority is a problem. ([personal profile] poleaxed) wrote2021-01-09 09:02 pm

OPEN.

ill put an img here l8r.
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[personal profile] angelhunter 2024-08-19 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"God, no," he says, shaking his head with far less levity. He'd be a monster to have five people forcibly dependent on him, if his health were in constant flux. He is terrified that his days as a smoker will one day catch up with him, despite quitting many years ago, but he doesn't need to heap that mundane fear onto her shoulders. "I had a vasectomy."
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[personal profile] angelhunter 2024-08-19 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Her relief doesn't quite wash over him. He lets it lap at his feet, cautiously heartened that her first response to the idea of him sick was concern and not malice. If he doesn't let that matter to him too much, then it doesn't matter that the root of it is about looking after herself, not him.

The arms across his chest fall slack. For skin and bones, she looks pretty, braiding her hair for bed. As ghostly as she's ever appeared, yet never more like a person. Hap wets his lips and takes a step toward the chair. The nylon pack rests on the seat. He grabs it and brings it over.

"I'd like you to apply these," speaking of the peel-and-stick electrodes inside, "before you go to sleep." She seems once again amenable to his direction. Joan has applied them to herself plenty of times now. He always checks that they're correct and lately they always are.
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[personal profile] angelhunter 2024-08-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
If you can would be self-aggrandizing, wouldn't it? Whatever he may mean by it. Of course she would turn to thoughts of her brother. They're what get her through. He'll have no choice but to think about her, but he'll have the data to keep him cold company and assist him in cutting her vexatious whole into neat little pieces.

Hap nods.

"I'll be coming in a little later than usual," he says, like she has any idea of the time beyond morning, afternoon, evening and night, "so you can get the full five cycles."

He carries on, riding the familiarity of the exchange. "You remember what we talked about?" An effort to render the unspoken before... as quiet as possible.
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[personal profile] angelhunter 2024-08-19 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hap smiles gently. She's almost beautiful, right then. At his side, his fingers rub against his thumb. He'd caress her face if she wouldn't withdraw. He isn't sure what from. Bemusement. Offense. Hostility. He can't predict her as well as he'd like to. But then, if he could, she'd be down there with the rest.

"Alright. I'll leave you to it." His gaze flicks to her braid and back to her face before he turns to leave. One last thing, he'd said, but there's a sentiment that's been skittering beneath his resolve since he walked her out of the bathroom. A fact that's neither here nor there: Except for at the very end, unbidden and unwanted, he didn't imagine anyone but her.

He shuts off the light and closes the door in silence.
Edited (burnin it slow stylez ) 2024-08-19 21:47 (UTC)