dog_eat_dog: <user name=ifeelsick> (between us)
Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos ([personal profile] dog_eat_dog) wrote2020-05-13 08:24 pm
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omniavincit: (things monstrous and fruitless)

[personal profile] omniavincit 2021-10-18 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles at her little joke—it doesn't feel pleasant, likely doesn't look it. His eyes hard. He nudges the shot glass away, considering. He's known plenty of people like her, who couldn't feel like they were anything without reducing someone else to nothing. He'd known how many drinks it took before Logan's smile widened and got mean, and William—with his hangups, his desperation to please—became fodder.

He'd come out of that first breach loving her, for whatever the fuck it was worth—her idealism as the world died around her, the way she'd flung herself bodily into her lost cause. And the way she'd been with him, the way they'd held each other together.

He doesn't know if it's a choice, one or the other, or what he'd choose.

“Who else have you done it to here?” He catches himself. “No. Who else.” A glance—borderline frantic, like a moth trapped in a jar—around the confines of the room, a sorry gesture toward that half-theoretical place, the world beyond the Barge.
omniavincit: (don't remind me)

[personal profile] omniavincit 2021-10-28 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
His mouth twists at that first admission and then his expression smooths over. He scans her face, gaze keen and impassive. He doesn't think of Rags as a kid—where they'd just come from there hadn't been time for childhood, and on the Barge he can't allow himself to. Can't think of what it would mean for the sum of some dead boy's life to have already been deemed unworthy.

But still. “Pathetic,” he says quietly, meaning her. Picturing Rags' bloody face and feeling pathetic himself, whether through kinship or complicity. Briefly he lowers his eyes. “Did you get something out of it?”