#arcturusprocyon

Jamie knows she will find him there, waiting for her with a smug smile in his lips and that attitude that tells you that he knows he can win anyone over. The world is his for all she cares about, and it must be really nice to have such a high confidence in oneself... but is because of that cocky way he has of treating her that she had long removed her wedding ring, or started looking at herself in the mirror some more, or was wearing now her special underwear? Lace and crimson doesn’t really match the military style and she thought about how stupid it was to bring such a thing over to fucking space before--- now she was being grateful with her past self for allowing her to have some faith in her destiny. 

She wasn’t sure about anything anymore, except for one thing: he was getting some extra attention that day from his allegedly favorite nurse. It’s been so long since she had played this game, so long since she felt wanted under such heated gaze, of having someone being completely honest about having the hots for her--- and it was just her type of men at that, too. God, how she missed having sex... was she smelling desperation all over herself?

Her head went silent when she arrived to the Med Bay and, as expected, he was there to greet her with that breathtaking smile of his. Asshole, he wasn’t playing fair, he had already won long ago. Smiling back at him, hoping Porthos couldn’t tell how nervous she was, Jamie stopped before him and lost all words she had hoped to be able to speak. She wanted to look confident, bubbly, casual, cocky as well if possible--- all she managed to look was mildly shy and stupid.

❤  five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.

i. He just had a fight with that lover of his and he seeks company on this man he has met not that long ago but that apparently is always there whenever he needs to talk to someone--- or to just stay in silence but not alone. Eliott is great company when Thomas is barely present, always too caught up in work to pay attention to his younger lover, although Jules is beginning to think that gentleness does not form part of the Commander’s nature. If he were even a little bit more like Eliott--- well, but he doesn’t love Eliott, he loves Thomas.

ii. He is laughing at the most stupid joke he heard in the longest time and he wonders how can this man spill so much bullshit with a serious face... when Eliott’s poker face cracks to give away the phantom of a smile, and Jules can almost swear his heart made a funny pirouette inside his chest... but this is not the man he loves, so that just had to be a mistake.

iii. He is now Phobos, and this is now Porthos. It’s been a long time since they used their real names outside of the security of their well deserved intimacy that they had been working on for so many months, almost years; they are immerse in this friendship that no one else can get in the middle of, that no one can interrupt, taint or damage in any way... unless it’s them the ones doing the damage. Most specifically Jules, when he had bottled enough shit to explode in an ocean of pure violence and obscenity that crashes its waves on the land that is Eliott. We hurt the most those we love the most... but the gentle giant remains gentle even when he is being insulted and attacked, never losing that softness he seems to have an endless supply of -for when he touches his friend, he turns into a trembling man again, when there was a beast now the fangs fall along with the tears and Phobos is just Jules, clinging at Eliott’s arms, to hours after tell himself the way he was feeling about him was just the weakness of the moment.

iv. He sits on that lap that seemed to have been shaped for him when the commander enters the room they are all having lunch in. It doesn’t matter much of anything, whether it bothers those that are around them, or whether it makes it hard to think, they will kiss each other tenderly while pretending love that isn’t there... or that he is so sure doesn’t exist. And in the middle of his acting -he just wants to make Cook jealous and Porthos never refused the idea, always playing along with Phobos’ games-, he thinks how good it would be if he loved Eliott instead of Thomas... but he is quick to tell himself that’s not possible.

[Text to Baby Stitches]: you are so cute [Text to Baby Stitches]: and you are so right [Text to Baby Stitches]: where are you? im coming to meet you

..... ........... snorts

For @arcturus-procyon A little PorthosxPhobos something  Happy late Xmas

One doesn’t normally think about these things through as if planning dinner. It’s not as easy as to know what kind of dish will be cooked, pick the ingredients, follow a recipe, and eat. If it was easy like that, he’d have known first what kind of relationship he’d have wanted to have, he’d have picked him, he’d have developed the whole thing, and he’d have laid to rest in his arms.

Which he was doing, actually.

He was resting inside Porthos arms as the both of them were taking a nap.

“You’ve ‘borrowed’ my hair clippers for the last six months.”

Not that he cares. It’s just fun to needle Phobos about it sometimes. He strides in and makes himself comfortable on the bunk, stretching out like he owns the place.

“…what the hell is wrong with this pillow?”

One long, hard stare at the taller was all Phobos gave him before officially closing the clippers business without even saying a word. Porthos must have understood -he should have if he didn’t want to be bitched at-, but the shorter one just shrugged and pushed the other to sit.