Welcome to the War

“ That’s true, but we have to think long term as well as short term. As we are right now, we’re fine on beds- but if a family walks in tomorrow, all of a sudden we run into problems. ” She really didn’t get how Sam had dealt with this for so long, she had only been running the day to day of Sanctuary for a few months, and she was ready to tear her hair out. “Even if it doesn’t have electricity, we need somewhere where people can spread out. ”

     He considered what she had said for a moment, “Realistically, I’m thinkin’ we’re going to have to shift our focus on runs to getting building supplies, nails, etcetera. We might have to send out larger teams to transport heavier equipment and cannibalize abandoned buildings; since the process will take longer they may need a guard as well.” Dorian explained, scratching his beard as he spoke. “If we have the materials and everyone does their part, we might have a pretty good shot at throwin’ together another building.” He was hopeful that they would be able to rebuild, but was all too aware of the risk involved going outside of the walls. 

Faust squinted up at the man, not letting his expression betray anything just yet. He and Dorian didn’t know each other all that well- had barely interacted at all really. Not that anyone was to blame for that. He supposed Dorian could be another of Bobbi or Sam’s friends- one they sent to try and cheer him up or boost his morale. Or maybe he was just a guy who genuinely wanted to chat. Who could say?

He let his gaze trail up Dorian’s body, then slowly back down. He exhaled a slow puff of smoke. “Jesus, what Uncle Sam poster did you spawn from?” he nodded to the spot on the grass next to him, indicating for the other man to sit, “At ease, soldier.”

     Dorian cocked an eyebrow as he watched the other looking him up and down, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he moved to sit on the ground next to Faust, resting his elbows on his knees. “One that was definitely printed before you were ever born. Not much of a soldier anymore though.” The man replied, gesturing vaguely to the world around them. 

     “Not usually one for introductions but I figure if we’re going to all be surviving together, might as well know everyone.”  He admitted, with a shrug. Dorian had never been much of a people person, so making friends was never his strong suit. “Name’s Dorian, was a marksman in the military pre-outbreak. What about you?”  

an imperfect actor

Starter: open

Location: a grassy patch near the burned down house of 103

Summer. The perfect time for…well, not much, really- in Faust’s opinion. The only thing Summer was good for was wearing ugly button-up shirts. Unfortunately he only had one of those left; he suspected that every bisexual, enby, and middle-aged father had snatched up all the available Hawaiian shirts the minute the apocalypse hit. 

Well, he’d wear the hell out of his shirt anyway. It already had a few holes in it, but it was nothing Bobbi wouldn’t be able to patch up. Probably.

Speaking of, Bobbi was the only reason he was currently sitting outside “soaking up the sun”. She’d told him he was looking a little too pale. He’d made some snarky comment in response that had earned him a thwap to the side of the head- he couldn’t quite remember what he’d said. But it’d been enough to get him off his ass and get him outdoors. 

He was sitting on a patch of green grass that had sprung up from the ashes (literally), just next to 103. The grass was a bright patch of green amidst the ashy, grey, desolate reminder of what had happened several months prior.  Hey, where else were you gonna kick back and relax?  Faust cracked an eye open when a shadow fell over him, squinting up to try and see who was blocking his sun. He took the cigarette out of his mouth (one of the last he had stashed) and said on an exhale of smoke and a forced smile:  “Hey.” 

     Summer. More specifically, an American summer. After returning home from war it was the small things like specific seasons that one begins to appreciate. Summer in Afghanistan was two things, hot and dry; for four months out of the year, even the nights are warm, so not even dusk can soothe the sweltering heat of the desert.  

    Dorian had always enjoyed being outside no matter the weather, he liked listening to the sounds of nature and feeling the breeze caressing his skin. Today was no different as he wandered though Sanctuary sporting his usual combat boots, cargo shorts and a slouchy black muscle shirt with dropped arm holes that showed off his relatively toned figure quite nicely. He was also wearing a pair of ray-ban style sun glasses that he had managed to keep safe since before everything went to shit.

    Seeing Faust outside enjoying the sun, he figured he ought to say something, considering that the two had barely ever interacted before. He walked over to the other, his large figure completely overshadowing that of Faust. The smell of the burning tobacco made his mouth water, he swallowed hard before speaking, “Enjoying the sun I see? You definitely look a bit too chipper to be sitting next to the torched corpse of a house, a beach might be better suited to your aesthetic.” He chuckled, a soft grin lighting up his face momentarily as he attempted to break the ice.

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They had survived the winter, but the spring wasn’t kind. The hoard had brought more problems than he knew how to solve, and despite making important sacrifices for the good of the group, Dorian still couldn’t wrap his head around why he was so bothered by the things he’d seen. The things he heard. It wasn’t the first time he had seen someone be ripped apart, whether it was by flesh eating monsters or bullets, it was all the same, but this time it was more personal. Not only had the infected destroyed their walls but it destroyed their peace of mind as well. Not to mention the fact that he had helped Rooney rescue an infant. This was something that hit too close to home for him. The baby was too painful a reminder of the life that had been snatched away from him. 

“it was definitely a group effort.” she waved off the compliments, ducking her head. “and yeah, i’ve never been a heavy drinker and i think last night was my first night getting…” she flushed darkly, vague memories of rough palms holding her own flashing through her mind. “very very drunk.” she didn’t think she’d be able to look dex in the face for quite a while- let alone charlie or emmett.

     Dorian laughed, watching as the look of embarrassment crossed her face. “That bad, hey? I’m almost impressed.” He mused as he pounded the rest of his drink back, the room temperature liquid burning as it slid down his throat. “So, what did you do before everything went to hell?” Dorian asked, taking the jug of water from in front of Bobbi and pouring himself a glass as well. “You strike me as someone who might have been a teacher.” He added, glancing over at her before taking a sip of his water. 

     Dorian smirked watching as she rode him, his hands going up to her breasts and groping them as he continued thrusting up into her, their hips practically slamming together. The grin on her face that dared him to go further was taunting, he smirked at her; his hand wrapped around her throat as he skillfully flipped the two of them over once more, his length still inside of her. The way he choked her wasn’t to restrict airflow, but blood flow, his large hands squeezed the sides of her neck, firmly but not enough to cause any bruising.

    Dorian used his free hand to move her legs over his shoulders, as he began thrusting in and out of her once more, hitting deeper inside of her than he had before. Releasing her throat after a few moments, his hand snaked down between her legs, his thumb dipping between her folds to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.