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Why i muse Charles
Analysis on him (not finishedtill part seven!): part one part two part three part four part five along with a small drabble of 'how he lost his soul' and how he got it back
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☆want to project my sadness and woes onto Dylan?? Absolutely. Howrver this time i don't think I can because the topic itself makes me ball crying so yeah
RP starter/drabble for Buck. @magpies-and-mysteries @just-a-lone-soul @howdycowpokes etc
Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
“I— everyone left?” Mag frowned and squinted, as if trying to simultaneously read Dylan’s mind and solve a math problem. “That doesn’t make sense. Why’d they leave?”
Dylans tail twitched. ❝Shad was gone one day, 'n then a few months later I gotta note. She found herself a ranch, away from people so she couldn't hurt them, but happy...❞
❝I think Theo went back to Brazil b-but I'm not too sure.❞ he looked away. ❝I... think Scarletts dead... T-the others i don't know, they're just gone. Samuel 's still around every now and then though.❞
Dylan shrugged, looking away still. Buck had paused his cleaning to look over, frowning.
❝....'s ok. Hurt a lil' at first... but um. It's life... B-but Hurons been here, 'n johnnie. And Tubbs, Frankie, Buck, Oliver, Otis, I met another person named Sherlock too!❞ a smile was back on his face. ❝I have boyfriend too, Dante! He's so cute 'n awsome... 'n you're back!❞
Dylan nodded, tail starting to wag. ❝The best! We have matching necklaces!❞ he gestured to the half meteorite piece he had around his neck. ❝He's part of the world enders like johnnie, but he's one o' the good ones! He's kind, adorable, considerate! He makes lemonades and milkshakes for me!❞
“Just not pig,” Mag chirped, putting a hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “Want help with anything? Mr. Buck insisted there was nothing for me to do, but…” he shrugged.
If I come back from the grave, tell me I remind you of someone you used to know
((!!!!!!THIS IS SAD!!!!! and also I have no idea if this should be canon or not so take this drabble with a grain of salt, I thought it was a cool idea)) @red-dead-muses
{Johnnie sighed to himself, contently or frustratingly he couldn't really tell, he went through the boxes they had in the attic, they really ought to move since Ember keeps getting sick and they can barely make ends meet as is, so he needs to find what they need to throw out or take with, but he stops for a second, blinking as he held up a jacket
A leather jacket with an emblazoned design....it was his jacket from when he was a kid, he chuckled at that, oh where the time went, he was going to put it with the rest of the boxes to take, call him sentimental, sure, but he felt something in the pocket and pulled it out
A cassette...labeled with his father's shaky handwriting, 'lullaby'. He took it and put it close to his heart, his daughter always had trouble falling asleep....maybe this could help
...and that night, Ember had her usual fits, looking up with her teary eyes, Johnnie kneels next to the bed and cups her face.}
"now who's the bravest girl?"
"...Papa?"
"....okay who's the second bravest girl?"
".........me?"
"that's right! But sometimes it's scary being brave....do you wanna know what helps me when I have to be brave?"
"..what?"
"music, honey"
{the little girls eyes lit up, she loves music, so very much, so Johnnie grabbed her little radio and put in a cassette, it spun, got stuck a bit so Johnnie had to carefully rewind it but it started to play a lulling tune before a man's voice calmly started to sing}
"You arrive along with the sun. Where have you been darlin'? What have you done?"
{Johnnie's eyes started to fill with tears, he hadn't heard that voice in so long....he hadn't heard that song since....}
"You were out finding trouble again. There's a fire in your eyes and there's blood on your hands"
{he could hear the slight chuckle in his father's voice even as he sang, he once said that he wondered if his Lola knew about Johnnie and wrote that line for him}
"Come inside and lie down to sleep. You ain't gonna run and you know that you're beat. Rest awhile, they're coming for you. There's a price to be paid for the things that we do"
{Johnnie looked over to his daughter, her little arms wrapped around a plushie, a dog plushie, with another of a serpent-like dragon behind her, struggling to keep her eyes open}
"Fall asleep and forget all your troubles. Dream of laughter and old friends and lovers. Dream of when you were innocent. Dream forever. Lord knows you've been 'round in your day. But this kind of trouble, won't just go away. Darlin', now you're adrift in the deep. So just lay down your head and I'll sing you to sleep"
{the song ended with a minute or so of music with vocals of "ooh la la ooh" in the back, Johnnie looked over again to his daughter after noticing his gaze drifting back to the radio
She was asleep.
Johnnie went over and with shaky hands and a newfound urge to write to his brothers, gave her a kiss on the forehead before slinking out of the room and into his own, tears streaming down his face}
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“I think the first inklings Charles had that Dutch was falling astray was the way he started treating women in camp. I think Charles takes that very seriously because of his family life and where he comes from.”
- Noshir Dalal, aka Charles Smith, about when Charles started to see a shift in Dutch (from Noshir’s recent Convention from your Couch Q&A)
RP starter/drabble for Buck. @magpies-and-mysteries @just-a-lone-soul @howdycowpokes etc
Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
“I— everyone left?” Mag frowned and squinted, as if trying to simultaneously read Dylan’s mind and solve a math problem. “That doesn’t make sense. Why’d they leave?”
Dylans tail twitched. ❝Shad was gone one day, 'n then a few months later I gotta note. She found herself a ranch, away from people so she couldn't hurt them, but happy...❞
❝I think Theo went back to Brazil b-but I'm not too sure.❞ he looked away. ❝I... think Scarletts dead... T-the others i don't know, they're just gone. Samuel 's still around every now and then though.❞
Dylan shrugged, looking away still. Buck had paused his cleaning to look over, frowning.
❝....'s ok. Hurt a lil' at first... but um. It's life... B-but Hurons been here, 'n johnnie. And Tubbs, Frankie, Buck, Oliver, Otis, I met another person named Sherlock too!❞ a smile was back on his face. ❝I have boyfriend too, Dante! He's so cute 'n awsome... 'n you're back!❞
Dylan nodded, tail starting to wag. ❝The best! We have matching necklaces!❞ he gestured to the half meteorite piece he had around his neck. ❝He's part of the world enders like johnnie, but he's one o' the good ones! He's kind, adorable, considerate! He makes lemonades and milkshakes for me!❞
“Just not pig,” Mag chirped, putting a hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “Want help with anything? Mr. Buck insisted there was nothing for me to do, but…” he shrugged.
RP starter/drabble for Buck. @magpies-and-mysteries @just-a-lone-soul @howdycowpokes etc
Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
“I— everyone left?” Mag frowned and squinted, as if trying to simultaneously read Dylan’s mind and solve a math problem. “That doesn’t make sense. Why’d they leave?”
Dylans tail twitched. ❝Shad was gone one day, 'n then a few months later I gotta note. She found herself a ranch, away from people so she couldn't hurt them, but happy...❞
❝I think Theo went back to Brazil b-but I'm not too sure.❞ he looked away. ❝I... think Scarletts dead... T-the others i don't know, they're just gone. Samuel 's still around every now and then though.❞
Dylan shrugged, looking away still. Buck had paused his cleaning to look over, frowning.
❝....'s ok. Hurt a lil' at first... but um. It's life... B-but Hurons been here, 'n johnnie. And Tubbs, Frankie, Buck, Oliver, Otis, I met another person named Sherlock too!❞ a smile was back on his face. ❝I have boyfriend too, Dante! He's so cute 'n awsome... 'n you're back!❞
Dylan nodded, tail starting to wag. ❝The best! We have matching necklaces!❞ he gestured to the half meteorite piece he had around his neck. ❝He's part of the world enders like johnnie, but he's one o' the good ones! He's kind, adorable, considerate! He makes lemonades and milkshakes for me!❞
RP starter/drabble for Buck. @magpies-and-mysteries @just-a-lone-soul @howdycowpokes etc
Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
“I— everyone left?” Mag frowned and squinted, as if trying to simultaneously read Dylan’s mind and solve a math problem. “That doesn’t make sense. Why’d they leave?”
Dylans tail twitched. ❝Shad was gone one day, 'n then a few months later I gotta note. She found herself a ranch, away from people so she couldn't hurt them, but happy...❞
❝I think Theo went back to Brazil b-but I'm not too sure.❞ he looked away. ❝I... think Scarletts dead... T-the others i don't know, they're just gone. Samuel 's still around every now and then though.❞
Dylan shrugged, looking away still. Buck had paused his cleaning to look over, frowning.
❝....'s ok. Hurt a lil' at first... but um. It's life... B-but Hurons been here, 'n johnnie. And Tubbs, Frankie, Buck, Oliver, Otis, I met another person named Sherlock too!❞ a smile was back on his face. ❝I have boyfriend too, Dante! He's so cute 'n awsome... 'n you're back!❞
Dylan nodded, tail starting to wag. ❝The best! We have matching necklaces!❞ he gestured to the half meteorite piece he had around his neck. ❝He's part of the world enders like johnnie, but he's one o' the good ones! He's kind, adorable, considerate! He makes lemonades and milkshakes for me!❞
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Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
“I— everyone left?” Mag frowned and squinted, as if trying to simultaneously read Dylan’s mind and solve a math problem. “That doesn’t make sense. Why’d they leave?”
Dylans tail twitched. ❝Shad was gone one day, 'n then a few months later I gotta note. She found herself a ranch, away from people so she couldn't hurt them, but happy...❞
❝I think Theo went back to Brazil b-but I'm not too sure.❞ he looked away. ❝I... think Scarletts dead... T-the others i don't know, they're just gone. Samuel 's still around every now and then though.❞
Dylan shrugged, looking away still. Buck had paused his cleaning to look over, frowning.
❝....'s ok. Hurt a lil' at first... but um. It's life... B-but Hurons been here, 'n johnnie. And Tubbs, Frankie, Buck, Oliver, Otis, I met another person named Sherlock too!❞ a smile was back on his face. ❝I have boyfriend too, Dante! He's so cute 'n awsome... 'n you're back!❞
Dylan nodded, tail starting to wag. ❝The best! We have matching necklaces!❞ he gestured to the half meteorite piece he had around his neck. ❝He's part of the world enders like johnnie, but he's one o' the good ones! He's kind, adorable, considerate! He makes lemonades and milkshakes for me!❞
RP starter/drabble for Buck. @magpies-and-mysteries @just-a-lone-soul @howdycowpokes etc
Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
“I— everyone left?” Mag frowned and squinted, as if trying to simultaneously read Dylan’s mind and solve a math problem. “That doesn’t make sense. Why’d they leave?”
Dylans tail twitched. ❝Shad was gone one day, 'n then a few months later I gotta note. She found herself a ranch, away from people so she couldn't hurt them, but happy...❞
❝I think Theo went back to Brazil b-but I'm not too sure.❞ he looked away. ❝I... think Scarletts dead... T-the others i don't know, they're just gone. Samuel 's still around every now and then though.❞
Dylan shrugged, looking away still. Buck had paused his cleaning to look over, frowning.
❝....'s ok. Hurt a lil' at first... but um. It's life... B-but Hurons been here, 'n johnnie. And Tubbs, Frankie, Buck, Oliver, Otis, I met another person named Sherlock too!❞ a smile was back on his face. ❝I have boyfriend too, Dante! He's so cute 'n awsome... 'n you're back!❞
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Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
“I— everyone left?” Mag frowned and squinted, as if trying to simultaneously read Dylan’s mind and solve a math problem. “That doesn’t make sense. Why’d they leave?”
Dylans tail twitched. ❝Shad was gone one day, 'n then a few months later I gotta note. She found herself a ranch, away from people so she couldn't hurt them, but happy...❞
❝I think Theo went back to Brazil b-but I'm not too sure.❞ he looked away. ❝I... think Scarletts dead... T-the others i don't know, they're just gone. Samuel 's still around every now and then though.❞
RP starter/drabble for Buck. @magpies-and-mysteries @just-a-lone-soul @howdycowpokes etc
Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
“…Preparing, friend. Preparing and pondering.” He chuckled weakly and sat up, still holding on to his friend. Despite being tackled, Mag couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
❝This whole time!? Preparing for what!? Why'd ya have to leave to do it?❞ Dylan frowned as he pulled back a little to look at mag. ❝o-one day you were jus' gone! Everyone was gone! Shad, Theo, everyone besides Huron 'n Johnnie! Why couldn't I help you?❞
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Buck had woken up to the barking of pups; Bata and scrap, already going after each other right in the morning. Then Hero meowing from getting annoyed at them, and hoping onto Hurons desk. Buck forced himself to get up, even when his right leg ached and was shot with pain. He didn't want his husband to have to wake up so early.
So he did. He grabbed the pups and shoved them out of the room, grabbing hero and setting him at the end of the bed. When Buck laid back down, his back gave a small 'crack' and began to hurt as well. It ached and it ran all the way up to his neck. He lay there as long as he could, until he literally couldn't and had to get back up.
He sighed and limped to the kitchen, opening the pantries. His stomach growled so loud it hurt him too. It felt like his stomach was trying to curl into itself. He bit his cheek as he found absolutely nothing. Dylan was supposed to go shopping the other day, but seemed he forgot.
Buck felt his irritation start to prickle, closing the pantry door. Why couldn't dylan remember anything? Why couldn't he just help around? Why did Buck have to do literally everything? After a few of those thoughts he felt a tad guilty.... he knew Dylan didn't mean too. Wanted to help. Said he was doing his best...
Buck sighed, limping to where he kept the tea, only to find... nothing left either. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. So the day was gonna be like that huh? Fine. He limped then to the living room, to find a couch cushion ripped up. He stared at it for a moment before walking over, starting to pick up the pieces of fluff.
As he reached out, his scarred shoulder felt like a needle went through it and he reered back, hissing in pain. ❝Holy shit- ow, fuck-❞ he looked at his left hand, the one with the scar running down th center, over his wrist and up over his shoulder to his shoulder blade.
The hand was trembling madly, fingers twitching, it looked like it was having a mini seizure itself. Buck tried to lay his hand down by his side, but it only made the pain flare up in his elbow, so he lifted it back up a little.
Just his luck. His stomach hurt. His leg hurt. His hips hurt. His back hurt. His eyes felt heavy and irritated. His arm hurt. His shoulder hurt. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to yell or hit a wall. He was exhausted.
It had been a while since Mag had stopped to say hi to Dylan. He still wasn’t sure he should. It had been a really long time, and… well. He was here, anyway.
He had picked up some housewarming gifts. Mama always told him to bring gifts as a guest. So, he had some bread and some tea— Dylan mentioned his family liked tea— and walked up the stairs, cane in hand.
He could hear slight movement in the house, someone awake. He knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Buck looked at the door, frowning. If it was dave again, asking him to go out and have fun with him, drink till they threw up, or help wrangle a horse, he might flip a lid this time.
He pressed his hurt arm against his chest a bit to keep it elevated as he walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see someone he never had before. ❝...Hello.❞
Oh god he didn't look presentable at all. He was sure he looked like he was at deaths door.
Buck blinked, eyes taking in Sherlock. A friend of Dylans?.... seems the type. He hummed and ahook his head. ❝Not a bother. Jus' bad timin'... come on in.❞ he moved out of the way.
“Mhm! He loves you. And Huron. And Johnnie. I’ve met them, I think. You are his family.” Mag smiled, thinking about it. “You’ve done a lot for him. Thank you.”
Bucks gaze softened and he nodded, ❝Gotcha... I.. wish he was here right now. I dunno when he'll be back, maybe tonight if you'll stick 'round that long.❞
He wanted to ask why they'd been gone, but didn't want to overcross boundaries.
❝Watch yer mouth,❞ Buck said, bur he was smirking. He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. ❝Fine, fine. Jus' a... general hard morning. Nothin's going as I want it too.❞
Mag giggled and leaned on a wall. “I understand. It’s hard to fight against your own body. My offer still stands if you need help. Not pity, though,” he snarked. His smile was kind, though.
Buck gave a grateful look. He didn't let mag know that he just felt if he didn't do it, then it wasn't truly done. He just hummed, ❝Thank ya kindly. I appreciate it.❞
“Mhm.” He stayed on the wall for a second, then leveraged himself off and pulled a loaf of bread and two packages of tea, as well as some dried herbs and leaves. He was actually really proud of the dried plants; he’d found a way to do that himself.
Buck began to lightly clean stuff, moving slower than usual. He glanced over at whatever Mag did, and saw the tea. He smiled a little, even more appreciative.
Soon the front door opened and dylan walked in, brushing dirt off himself. ❝They really need to fix that cliffside, someone rolled down the side and it all pretty much collapsed.❞ he snickered then looked up and paused. ❝...mag?... Mag!? MAGGG!❞
RP starter for @just-a-lone-soul for where did the time go au
TW for blood and wound mention/description
It was hard to get friends, when you and you're family are the odds on out. Dylan was used to being bullied, being teased all his life. From his 'father', his 'cousins', hurons bullies, random kids, adults even. Huron was great, buck was great but sometimes... Dylan got lonely. I mean. Huron found Buck! And Dylan didn't even have a friend (besides them.) So.... ever since then, he made an effort.
He made sure to try and smile all the time, tried to be a lil' more pushy, but... not so much to annoy others. Jeez it was hard to find a medium. But everyone still teased him, even more so. Teased his accent, his lisp in some words, his gap tooth, his looks, his height, about Huron, about lolo, Lola, his mom. People were mean. They were leaches.
But... one day, he met someone. A teenager girl with black short hair. She had smiled at him, and complimented his little fox keychain-like thing he made that hung off the side of his pants. She wasn't... mean. She said her name was Marisa.
Marisa introduced him to a group, called themselves 'ruffians'. Dylan didn't know what it meant, but it sounded cool! He wanted to be a ruffian too! But... when he brought up his family, they seemed uninterested suddenly. Lost that gleam in their gaze. Why?
Then they said 'you can't tell anyone about us.' When Dylan asked why, it was bad to not tell his family he finally had friends, they said 'You might get us sent to a bad place. Do you want us to be in a bad place? Do you want to lose us?'
.....So Dylan didn't bring them up. He kept silent at dinner time, picking at his food. He wanted so bad to tell mom that he made friends, to introduce them to Huron, to tell lola, even mister Tubbs! But... he didn't want his new friends to be mad or sad.
It was a fairly sunny day, Dylan had gotten all his chores down. Lolo looked like he might give him more, but the boy begged to be let loose, that he was in the middle of a game outside! He couldn't stop now! The man had hesitated but grunted and told him 'Off before I change my mind'.
Dylan had hugged his brother, made aure he said bye to Lola and mom, then rushed out the door, almost tripping over the front porch. He ran into town, humming, and saw.. Marisa with her girlfriend, Nat! He beamed and bolted over.
❝You waited!❞ he exclaimed as he skidded to a halt in front of them, smiling so wide you would think his head would explode.
Marisa looked down at him and smiled back, ruffling his already messy hair. ❝Course we did, punk. Wouldn't want ya to miss today.❞
❝What's today? What we doin'? Playing dogs 'n cats? Sticks? Marbels? Do you like marbels?❞
❝Slow downnnn spunky,❞ Marisa laughed and began to walk down the trail. ❝Marbels are pretty cool. But not what we're doing today. We're going on a adventure. Our friend Victoria found a stream, so we're all jus' gonna be there.❞
Nat nodded as she followed along, dylan having to take more steps to catch up. They never slowed down for him, but he was ok with it. ❝really? Can I swim?❞
❝I dunno, can ya? Or 's mommy gonna yell at ya for gettin' wet?❞ Nat snickered, taking a jab at him.
❝Nah, she's ok with it!❞ Dylan didn't get the jab; he was much too excited and happy to focus on her tone. Nat and Marisa shared a confused glance but shrugged and went along.
As they neared the edge of town, Dylan frowned, slowing down a little. ❝... I'm uh... n-not supposed to go that far. My home is all the way on the other side. Lolo doesn't like me going too far.❞
❝Lolo? 'S that your dad?❞
❝No um... I dunno english name for it. A dads dad.❞
❝Grandfather.❞ Marisa prompted, but kept walking. ❝Well... shucks.... guess you can't come with us then. Sorry! Bye!❞ nat snickered and quickly followed.
Dylans big eyes widened and he frowned, feeling like he might cry. He didn't want them to leave him! The stream sounded fun! He bit his cheek and glanced back at the house... just this once would be fine, right? Nothing bad would happen, just playing.... He felt shame crash over him, as he ran up to follow the two teenagers. Sorry Lolo.
.....
The stream sure was lively. It wasn't really a stream though; more of a smaller lake running through the ground, stepping stones creating a path. Gunna was in the water with the man named Seth and Con, all splashing either. Harp was with katie on the side, talking. Marisa went with Nat to Teri, who was filling up her canteen. Dylan smiled. It was... really pretty here. Green. The water looked nice. He was about to walk over to Teri, he liked her, but paused as he saw something move on the ground.
....A toad. Dylan blinked as he watched it stsrt to hop. He smiled and followed it, getting low on the ground. He waited a few moments then shot out his arm to grab it. However, the toad slipped out and dove into the water. The boy huffed and pouted, looking up as a shadow loomed over him. There was another girl there he'd never seen before.
She looked more around his age, long messy brunette hair. Dirt on her cheek. Wearing a dirty pink dress. ❝Hi!❞
❝...Hi!❞ dylan smiled back as he sat on his knees, looking up at her.
❝I'm Victoria! Call me Vicky though.❞
❝Oooo pretty name! 'M Dylan!❞
She giggled and glanced to the water. ❝...Catching frogs?❞
❝Toads!... trying to at least.❞
❝Lets make a game out of it!❞ Vicky jumped to the point and held out a hand to get him up. ❝The person who catches the most reptiles, like Snakes, lizards, fish, toads 'n stuff wins!❞
❝Are fish reptiles?❞ Dylan tilted his head.
❝....Yes? They're not mammals.... C'mon!❞ she laughed and pounced in the water, looking back to him. ❝C'monnnn, you scareddd?❞
Dylan laughed back and jumped in with her, shaking his head. All the guilt from leaving home for now left him.
He stayed with them all day. Playing. Laughing. Splashing. He had caught four lizards, one toad, while Vicky has caught two lizards, three frogs, and one fish. So she won, but Dylan was ok with that, because she seemed really happy. She still wanted to be his friend!
Eventually though, Dylan looked up and saw the ruffians leaving. Vicky followed his gaze and clicked her tongue, ❝Aww... guess we better go.❞
Dylan frowned but nodded. Vicky stood up, brushing and smoothing her dress out before hopping across the stepping stones. So looked so graceful doing it... the boy smiled again and took one step on the rocks.
Little wobbly. Huh. Kinda slippery. Hm. Dylan felt a flash of anxiety but took another step.
❝Try to hop onto the next one, C'mon! If I can do it, you can too!❞ Vicky urged him on from the other side as she chuckled and ran to catch up with the group.
Dylan nodded, frowning. They were leaving him again! He didn't wanna get left behind! He dared not to hop, but he rushed his next few steps and suddenly there was a CRACK in his ankle.
He let out a sharp yelp and before he knew it, he fell backwards into the water. The water splashed agaisnt bis ears, and he let out a cry, choking on salty gross water as it pulled him under. He opened his eyes, seeing green, moss, a fish, then BAM!!
He wasn't sure what happened. His face hurt. His jaw felt slack. Red was in the water, staining everything. He right eye felt scratched. His body felt numb, yet achy. He couldn't move as the water carried him down. He couldn't breath. He couldn't see....He felt.. so... tired...
Dylan looked at Dante, faintly surprised. He blinked a few times and was about to ask if he wanted to be friends right there... but then realized the boy might feel pressured to say yes right there...
