Bastard Baptist

goodhotblackcoffee:

The soft hum of the microwave over the hushed din of the television really sets a tone for his shadow’s touch. Cooper’s brown eyes find their way to the point of contact, getting lost in the ambient sounds of modern civilization. His twin feels soft, amazingly so for a man born from a place fire and distilled hate. Even flowers push through concrete, he reminds himself, so perhaps this softness wasn’t so strange after all. He hopes that his own gentle nature survived, and that the fragments lodged in his chest would form whole sooner than later.

Dale curls his fingers, enjoying the sensation of the other’s skin against his. He then softly nods, and says, “You’re welcome. Thank you for being so willing to have me.”

“Where else would you go?” He cradles his twin’s hand between his own and just enjoys the atmosphere for a moment. 

“Isn’t it nice? I haven’t been able to turn it off since I got back. Just a little noise…it’s very nice.”

The popcorn starts popping and that snaps Dale out of his mood. He shoots Jericho a big grin. 

“What do you think babe? I think I age pretty well.”

The blond had been simply watching the two touch and hold each other as if it were nothing. It wasn’t strange that Dale was cooing at himself twenty five years older. It wasn’t strange that they looked about two seconds from being wrapped up in one another. It wasn’t strange that he was allowed to view this, and then asked what he thought about how his lover aged.

“Think so too, sweetpea.” Jericho puts his thoughts behind him for now. Obviously the two needed this, and the two needed to feel like they were okay with one another and themselves, “But I think n’stead of popcorn M’gonna get you two somethin’ better t’eat. You can save that for later.” He then gets up, oblivious to the fact that him being naked might be a problem and goes to fetch his clothes he was wearing previously. Coopers did well with coffee in their hands, and it was a good idea to get them the best coffee around. He remembers how Dale lit up when they sat down in that diner down the road, so it was best to start there.

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“He’s very lovely.” Dale murmurs, enjoying the feeling of peace instead of paranoia. He feels whole here, holding onto his shadows. There would be no sewing them back onto the heels of his feet, since they seemed much happier flying around free. 

The blond in question, however, can be seen leaning out of the motel room doorway looking a little puzzled and a lot of naked. It causes Cooper to reel back slightly, still holding onto the doppelganger in his arms.

“Uh…” How had he undressed so quickly? Why was he undressed in the first place?

“He’s wonderful! He’s a great cook too. I wish we had a kitchen here.”

Dale laughs and tugs Cooper’s sleeve towards the direction of the door. “He’s a free spirit. It doesn’t bother you, does it?” 

There is the slightest of warnings in his twin’s voice. It better not be a problem. Or they’ll have a real problem. 

There’s not much to say about the motel room. If decades of hell haven’t eroded the memory from the real Dale Cooper’s mind he’ll faintly recognize that it hasn’t really changed much since he was here last. The doppelganger and the river man keep the place tidy at least. Lots of takeout containers in the waste basket.

The giant squints only slightly at Dale’s older double as the two of them walk in. It’s not as if he’s just splayed out on the bed waiting for them. No, he is actually quite considerate and has folded himself up a little to shield ‘virgin’ eyes from his groin. His bottom, on the other hand, is another matter.

“Make yerself at home.” Jericho offers in a drawl. He knows that what they have here isn’t much, and with a little picking up after Dale it’s at least better than they found it. Jericho makes it a habit to find all the little bits of forgotten wrappers, papers and matches left behind when Dale gets excited about something which was not too long before they headed out to collect his double for the ‘sleepover’.

Breathing? Oh, right.

“Hah. Yeah.”

He pulls himself away from the untouched, second pizza and kisses Jericho’s cheek. He wants to climb all over him but he’s too shaken still. Jer is good to him and patient, but he can’t help but he frustrated with himself. He waited so long to see Jer and now he can’t properly kiss him. 

“Are you gonna have any?”

He feels his lover’s frustration, and leans in to kiss him lovingly on the greasy mouth if only for a moment. Jericho knows better than to force Dale into something when he’s like this. In fact Jericho rarely forces to do anything besides take a bath every now and then.

“Sure, baby, I c’n have some. I jus don’t want any right now.” A large, gentle hand smooths along that messy crop of dark hair as Jericho replies, “I like watchin’ you eat. Makes me feel good after not seein’ ya.” It’s normal. It’s familiar and feels like how things should be.

Dale just finished the last slice of the first pizza and is now contemplating starting the second one. The pizza itself is greasy, the cheese is gloppy and it’s absolutely perfect. 

He’s reclining on the old motel bed with Jericho and everything is perfect. This is probably the best pizza he’s ever had. This is probably the comfiest bed he’s ever been on and this is the safest he’s felt in a long time. 

The TV is on, low volume with captions and Dale can’t keep his eyes off Jericho. It’s a pity he can’t kiss him and eat pizza simultaneously. 

Though Jericho knows that won’t be stopping him any time soon. The giant has his arm around Dale, knowing full well that he needs contact even though he’s been through so much. It makes him feel normal, and for Jericho it allows him to hold Dale again after being separated for so long. His hands roam, feeling skin and clothing and every other inch of the young brunette he can think of. 

He knows that there will be barely any food for him left, but Jericho doesn’t mind none. He wasn’t really one for pizza to begin with, and he knows it’s a quick and greasy remedy for the little shadow to fill himself. It makes him wonder, however, if he’s eating for two now. Did Archie have a ravenous appetite too?

forestcowboy:

Harry takes the bottle and slips it into his pocket. All the while gently slipping his arm away from the other Dale. “Not sure myself what could be the issue either,” he admits. Even after all these years, he can’t say he understands what kind of vices Albert could have. But to hold back and hold on like this couldn’t be a great sign to him.

“I won’t let anything happen to him, I promise,” he reassures them both. He gets to a stand from his kneeling position before, a slight creak in his stride but he’s standing. No doubt smaller compared to the other nearby. 

He starts to say something than pauses. His hand taking out a small, zip lock bag of cookies and handing it other to Dale. “Think this should be able to tide you both other for a bit. But you sure you’ll be alright?” He’s not entirely comfortable with leaving them both alone. Even if they do seem to slowly be getting better.

Weak smile. “Okay, Jer-Bear.”

Between Jer and Harry like this, this is the safest he’s felt in a long time. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a sip of soup. He loves how the warmth radiates through him. It’s a good and solid feeling. So unlike the dark tar in the coffee cups in the Lodge. 

His eyes open as Harry starts to pull away and he bites his own lip before he talks.  “Please…tell him I’m sorry. We’re both sorry.” He would still like to see Albert again, sometime. Albert deserves better but the heart wants what it wants.  His eyes are starting to fill with dark tears again as he takes the bag. Harry is so good, so kind! There’s a horrible reflex in his tired arms to grab at his legs, to latch onto him and drag him down to the snowy ground. 

“Thank you, so much.”

He reaches for Jericho instead.

“…there’s a motel in town. Timber…something, right?”

Jericho nods, pressing kisses to Dale’s cheeks in order to keep those tears from falling.

“That’s right, baby. I’ll get us a room there, okay? Jus’ you’n me. We can get all cozy like and we c’n forget all that happened here. I’ll make ya some coffee, get you some doughnuts and get you all th’ blankets. I ain’t lettin nothin’ bad happen to y’again, sweetpea.”

forestcowboy:

Harry has to restrain himself from bursting into a fit of laughter. But there is a clearly, defined grin as Jericho bolts up and leaves. Though it’s not out of ill means for him so much as an idle reminder to some innocent days. Those days when he used to sit back with good friends at the Bookhouse. Well. Mostly good friends.

Maybe the chill in the air had pushed him into a nostalgic mood. 

Whatever the case maybe, he settles down and makes sure Dale has a good grip on the thermos before seeing the giant run back. “Thanks,” he shouts over. His smile more sincere than it was before. 

Dale blinks up at Harry, huddled around the steaming thermos. He takes a sip. It really is very good! Oh sweet Harry! So kind, so talented.

Now what was this about medicine? Albert’s medicine? He ponders this and takes another sip. 

OH. 

Is that why he got so sick? He has medicine? Albert has medicine? What’s wrong with him? A distressed noise starts welling up in the back of his throat. 

“What’s wrong with Albert? Is he okay? Why is he taking medicine?”

He grabs gently (he’s too weak to do much else) at Jericho’s leg. “What kind of medicine?”

Jericho lifts his brows, looking down at Dale as he hands Truman the medicine.