a little late birthday drabble for jay bc i want to ♡ / @elderminded
ANGLED AWAY / HIDDEN HANDS curling loose around precious cargo , smuggled contraband behind one’s back , as if 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 is even necessary anymore —— not that it isn’t , just feels trivial at this point ; of slim pickings company & long since worn out presence shared between them , stretched thin & pulled & pulled , yet maybe that’s why he tip toes like he’s leading a line of partygoers at his heels , ready & waiting behind furniture to leap out of the shadows with the flip of a lightswitch & shout SURPRISE til the honorary member of being spawned into existence of the day scarcely has skin left to jump out of .
half-hearted effort , still , human shield & nothing more , but it’s enough by his standards to sidle up to mirror image turned one day year older ( older than him , even , though only by mere minutes ) & grin like the cat that got the canary , because he might as well have .
❝ hey asshole , ❞ he leads with , because why not , eyes alight enough to crinkle & legs bending to join brother dearest on the ground , gaze briefly flitting up to scan blood orange horizon that just vies for attention , watched with a drawn out focus blurred ‘round the edges that only sunrises demand . even amidst rubble & rust , fire & brimstone & smoke pale in comparison to that of the morning sun , glazed over & catching on every stray piece of metal still clean enough to SHINE . it’s beautiful fitting to start the day with , scarce blessing to count among few , but a blessing nonetheless ( one can hope , anyway , despite it all ) . ❝ hope i’m not interrupting any birthday ritual of yours —— which , speaking of , ❞ quick hiccup of shoulders , half shrug turned hunched over own knees until equilibrium WAVERS just an inch , & hidden fingers reveal themselves red handed to catch balance on a slab of cement .
… goddamn it . ❝ shit . ❞
𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 , indeed . two birds with one stone , as they say , but the dented tin of audible substance hardly seems worth the fuss now , only half his fingers still white-knuckled around its rim to keep purchase in his fumble . ( whatever . fuck it . surprises suck anyway . ) ❝ that was , uh , supposed to be a surprise —— surprise ! —— it’s … coffee grounds . found it in a bunker some shithead must’ve thrown together ; nothing but coffee & toilet paper as far as the eye could see . not entirely useless , though —— i’ll show it to you later , i just … thought i’d keep it a secret until i could give you some , as a … BIRTHDAY GIFT . ❞ lips upturn , now , tail-end of nerves of unknown origins put on pause , a shallow inhale that smells of crisped leaves & dirt & only a little charcoal . ❝ i know we haven’t been graced by this hellhole with a coffee maker yet , but i thought we could chew it like tobacco or something like a couple of crazy people . ❞
god knew they deserved it , even if maybe they were just a couple of crazy people . the only people . he’s learned not to look gift horses in the mouth , though . they’ve got to count their blessings as they come , & he considers the day of their shared birth ( more specifically , his brother’s ) to be one of the most IMPORTANT ones these days —— more than he can say . more than he will .
baratheonpilled
blakekathryn
andulkaphoto
theartofmadeline
prguitarman
origamiaround
jbbartram-illu
