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Tim Stoker ([personal profile] kayakking) wrote2020-12-21 09:43 am

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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.
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[personal profile] secreteary 2020-12-22 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Martin's voice is small and unsure. ]

Please stay...? I'm sorry...

[personal profile] eyediot 2020-12-22 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll stay.

[He kisses Martin's curls and breathes out quietly. Just... content to hold him here for now.]
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[personal profile] secreteary 2020-12-22 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ suddenly remembering, Martin's muffled voice drifts up. ]

Should get you somewhere warmer.
eyediot: (I'll pass almost every penny on to you)

[personal profile] eyediot 2020-12-22 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. Where would you like to go?

[Still Martin's choice.]
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[personal profile] secreteary 2020-12-22 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
...Wherever I won't give you hypothermia.
eyediot: (everything's in shape but me)

[personal profile] eyediot 2020-12-23 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives Martin a gentle squeeze.]

My flat or Tim's home?
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[personal profile] secreteary 2020-12-23 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's a long moment to weigh the options. ]

Yours. I don't want to bother anyone else.
eyediot: (though we try to fade to black)

[personal profile] eyediot 2020-12-23 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
All right. Mine.

[He still has a few months left on the lease before he'll officially move out. Jon pulls away and holds Martin's shoulders, carefully taking him in. Then stands and offers a hand to him.]
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[personal profile] secreteary 2020-12-23 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ willing his hand to stay solid and to even warm, to revel in the comfort, so as to not burn Jon's hand when softly taken Martin stands. he feels like he's adrift. if it wasn't for Jon, he might float away.

he follows Jon the whole way only half-conscious of the change of scenery, choosing to focus on their hands. that single point is all that stands between him and fading, and he won't squander it.
]

...Thank you.
eyediot: (s5; and they hunt you and they gut you)

[personal profile] eyediot 2020-12-23 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
...Of course, Martin.

[Door open and it's much the same as it was that first night Martin and Algric met. He'll guide Martin to sit on the couch, only leaving to grab a couple blankets for them.]

All the time you need.
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[personal profile] secreteary 2020-12-23 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ in the safety of Jon's flat is when Martin can't avoid what he's been holding in any longer. the disassociative state he'd been hovering in starts falling away.

he stares at the faded carpet, and that prickling comes back. he's solid and visible, but his colors so muted and his voice comes through with terrible, quiet echo.
]

I remember how immaculately my mum kept the house when she was well. It was a real point of pride for her to have a spotless home. That's one reason why I started learning how to do it; because she couldn't anymore. But she missed it. Missed when Dad would come home and...and thank her for everything...
eyediot: (I tell myself that everything is great)

[personal profile] eyediot 2020-12-24 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jon listens to that, draping one blanket over Martin's shoulders and lets him talk it out.

What does he even say to this? Sure, his grandmother passed recently, but the relationship wasn't nearly as complicated and terse as Martin's was with his mum. There's nothing he can say. So the best he can do is listen.]


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[personal profile] secreteary 2020-12-28 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Martin's jaw works for a moment. he's put Jon in an awkward position. dammit. ]

...Sorry. I-I'll stop.
eyediot: (everything's in shape but me)

[personal profile] eyediot 2021-01-18 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
No, it. It's all right, Martin. You need to be able to let it out.
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[personal profile] secreteary 2021-01-18 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Martin takes a deep breath, drawing the blanket closer around himself. the exhale shakes on its way out of his lungs, but he manages to turn to Jon and smile just a little, even if it doesn't reach his eyes, already a little puffy.]

I have no idea what I need, so...maybe I don't have to... To drag us both to the beach. M-maybe this could just be. Something...nice.
eyediot: (believe me I'll always be there so)

[personal profile] eyediot 2021-01-18 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I... would appreciate not being dragged to the beach.

[He says that slowly, gently. Trying to be kind.]

But yeah. We can stay here a bit.
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[personal profile] secreteary 2021-01-18 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Erm.

[Jon's doing his best. that makes Martin sniffle just a little.]

What about...movie a-and a cuddle? I could order something nice to get delivered, or...
eyediot: (if I saw you face to face right now)

[personal profile] eyediot 2021-01-18 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll take care of that, whatever you like. My treat.

But yes, I. I think that works just fine.
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[personal profile] secreteary 2021-01-19 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[for once, Martin isn't going to argue. he certainly isn't up for cooking (not that Jon's flat is lived in enough to have any supplies, at any rate).]

Thai, maybe? And you pick the movie, then.