#embalmic

permission had been granted for them to leave the underworld . . . given their earthly bodies once more to search for something to fix their current situation. perhaps some fool to pass his job onto. laura was devout in her following him around this time and fully separate from her connection to shadow. a hotel room was rented, one not much unlike the one they properly first met in. weird carpet, huge and somehow still outdated bathtub, a large bed with a scratchy quilt. it likely smelled of stale cigarette smoke even though the place was rated as non-smoking for years. sweeney had showered first so that he could do so quickly and allow her much longer time under the water. stale blanket was pushed to the edge of the bed and he laid under the sheet clad in his boxers.

large body shifted and rolled a few times to find what was comfortable to him. it ended with his broad back facing where she came from the shower. they had spent a lot of time together while in the underworld, but nothing upon the earth since his death. since new orleans. heart beat wildly within his chest. a miraculous feeling on its own. one that he knew she could share. the water has turned off and sweeney finds himself wishing she'd let him book two beds. this wasn't because he didn't want to share one with her, no. it was purely that their one and only circumstance of physical intimacy had all been a trick placed upon them by the baron.

olive gaze flickered over his shoulder to glance at her and ultimately returned to staring at the wall whenever he realized she was wearing his white tank like a night dress. fuck. laura's lithe body barely made a dent in the soft mattress as she climbed in behind him. maybe - she would think him asleep. and whether or not she did, her slender arm came up around his waist and the rest of her sidled against his back.

the hotel soap didn't do any wonders for them other than cleanliness and yet, her scent still somehow fought through. entirely her. no rot or decay. a large breath of air cleared from his lungs and she would know then that he hadn't been asleep. ❝ hey, ❞ lilt to his voice was quiet as his hand grasped at hers where it landed on his chest. head turns enough that he can just see her eyes peering over his shoulder and then the rest of him follows suit. laura was still mostly spooning him.

@embalmic​ said: “ stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now. “

a  sigh  is  expelled  before  half  her  words  fly  off  the  tip  of  her  tongue  and  register  within  his  clogged  brain,  gaze  lazily  lifting  until  her  face  is  in  focus  instead  of  the  midnight  brim  of  his  hat.  it’s  no  lie,  she’s  fucking  correct  and  on  behalf  of  his  sanity,  he  needs  someone  who  talks  to  him  and  not  at  his  horrible  situations.  ❝  ain’t  too  sure  if  what  i’m  doin’  now  is  worth  focusin’  on  but  i’ll  take  your  advice  for  today.❞  jackson  knows  that  she  means  overall  in  his  life  and  not  just  his  current  lounging  on  the  sofa,  yet  somehow  he  cannot  find  the  energy  to  obey  those  words  right  now.

😭😭

@embalmic​ said ‘ i’m not going anywhere without you. ‘ ( miscellaneous angst starters - ACCEPTING )

Everything stood clear as day to him. The cries of the banshee echoing in his ears, and the look of guilt in Shadow’s dark eyes as he realised what he’d done. Even the burning sensation of Gungnir imbedded into his chest - a pain unimaginable to anything he’d felt before. But no sensation was worse felt than the feeling of regret. Death was not something new to him, but for whatever reason this death struck harder than the others. Sweeney realised in his final moment that he’d never had a chance to make it up to her, to tell Laura he was sorry for everything. But the moment he sent Gungnir into the hoard, Sweeney made peace with that fact. If that would be the last thing he could do for her, to ruin Grimnir’s plans for war so Shadow could return to her, than he’d do it. No one deserved a fuckin’ second chance -- except her. So when he realised his last moment was really just another of many, he didn’t know how to feel. Anger was instinctive, but it was really just the fear of uncertainty and confusion. Sweeney had prepared himself by losing everything and now his everything stood right in front of him, telling him she wanted to stay by him. It broke him to hear her say that, shattering every ounce of strength he had.

         ❛            when  you  feel  like  something’s  wrong  ,  it’s  too  late  ;  obviously  only  regrets  will  remain     ❜

sdklagadg IM?????

honestly this isn’t even plotted. we just throwing them together and LETTING IT GO OFF so this is so great thank you so much !!