#gunmetalgrey

"Stop it."

Cee snaps to attention, a guilty look on her face. "What?"

Mary pulls a face. "You're thinking about how to break them up, and as your therapist--"

"You're not my therapist."

"As a therapist," Mary begins to lecture. Cee has been getting a lot of lectures recently. She can disconnect her brain so that Mary's pleasant voice can wash over her while she watches Sev and Amy flirt over the computer monitor. Rumours say it's getting serious—house, marriage, and kids sort of serious. That sounds nice; it sounds like something Sev deserves. Doctor and nurse kiss goodbye, and Cee makes a move, intending to accidentally bump into Sev in the corridor. "Yeah, got it Mary, I'll think about what you said and write my feelings in my journal," Cee waves her away.

not this meme for: @gunmetalgrey ( & @theasteriae ) verse: happy verse

“That’s not fair! That’s not fair! You didn’t say don’t fuck your cousin, you said don’t fuck your brother! I didn’t fuck Severin or Sebastian! Well... I guess I did technically fuck Sebastian... but you meant a different Sebastian! Don’t look at me like that Alex!

It’s times like these that Sebastian wishes that Severin had inherited a much lower emotional capacity. Or that he at least knew how to not express them. That’d be nice. Sebastian sighs, starts in on removing some of his layers. “Fight,” he says. It’s true in a very broad sense - there had been a fight and it had been part of the reason Seb had showed up here, even if it wasn’t the complete answer. At least there’s no gunshot wounds for Sev to fuss over this time. 

Normally, he wouldn’t have bothered showing up with such relatively slight injuries, but as Sev will find out, Sebastian’s got a few concerns. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m dying. I’m not quite at the level of fucked you think I’m at.” Well - probably not. “Anyway, if you think my face is bad - which is what I’m mostly here for - you should see this.” The last bit is muffled by him taking off his shirt to reveal some deep bruising on his torso. “Got into a bit of a fight between myself and the road at speed, among other things. It’s been busy.” He’s definitely concussed if he’s talking so much. Not that it’s much of a surprise.

RINGS { Alex & Sam } w/ @gunmetalgrey

Happy!Verse: Despite living together for a while, moving to the beach house is what seals the deal. Sam casually asks her to marry him one morning amidst half-unpacked boxes, warm sun filtering through the curtains, and the sound of the waves not far off. Sam quietly starts on the paperwork but it isn’t made official until a few weeks later when they’re on vacation with August & Bucky in Raglan, New Zealand. They have a small ceremony no one else knows about that’s half stupid grins and half heart-eyes. Afterward, they get a matching set of small wave tattoos before going for cocktails. They’re both hard-pressed to remember when August and Bucky left, but the rest of the evening is spent drinking, dancing, singing, and curled up watching the sunrise on the beach.

Pirates: After barely surviving being shipwrecked by sirens and idiot men, Sam among them, the two find themselves stranded on the coast. Alex chews him out for losing her ship and almost dying on her, and the two have at it for a solid 20 minutes before Sam admits that he’s in love with her (not the siren that dragged him overboard). She dares him to prove it and marry her. And, despite the demand being out of frustration, he does. He proposes with the ring his parents gave him when he went into the navy. He pulls it off his finger, still embedded with wet sand and traces of blood, before kneeling.

Modern Monster Hunters: While out on a hunt, Sam and Alex stumble across a curious tree with exposed roots. Tangled in the roots is a ring made of silver branches and a glistening black gem. Distracted from the job, they joke about it for a while-- their antics culminating in Sam fake-proposing to her. And sure, it was a joke, but she keeps the ring. Too bad it’s obviously cursed. The gem shifts color oddly, but they can’t quite sort out its meaning before Sam starts getting sick. It starts as a chill, but progresses. His temperature plummets, and he can’t keep food down. Terrified he might die, or worse, turn, they have to involve Sebastian to break the curse. It’s a close call for Sam, but everything turns out fine. The gem settles to a soft grey and stays that way until Sam brings it to Sebastian to see if it can hold a new enchantment that will allow Alex to go into the sun. When they give it back to her, the gem is a shifting blue.

Fantasy: Alex is dying, Sam’s hands are covered in her blood and despite him telling her she would be okay since the fight, Severin still isn’t there. Sam’s done all he could, but it’s not enough. They finally have to come to terms with the fact that she might not make it out of this one. They throw together a mishmash of a ceremony, taking from both their cultures in the hope that in whatever afterlife they face, they will be together. But Severin makes it; she pulls through, and, well, now they’re married. The melt down some of the treasures they’ve collected and have two pieces of jewelry made. Sam chooses a simple gold ring, and Alex chooses a silver and gold arm-band. 

cont’d from here

He looked broken.

Even in the dim light coming from the hall she could see that much.

Seven years ago, she would have demanded to know who did this to him. Maybe two or three years ago, she would have called him an idiot. It didn’t really matter either way. Without a word, Alex wrapped her arms around Hamish, gently in case there was any further damage below his shirt. He still dwarfed her. If she could reach, she would have kissed his forehead but she settled for this instead.

They didn’t have to be together for Alex to need him safe, home, taken care of. Whatever had gone on, and she hated to let her mind whir that way, it was over now.

   “ It’s okay. I’ve got a freezer full of ice, looks like you’re going to need it.”

Married or not, this would always be the place he could find safety. Starting out in her messy flat, drinking to the small hours, playing vinyl albums back to back. And now learning to find a way to be friends, to settle into adulthood.

His clothes were soaked through, and she was starting to shiver just holding him.

  “ C’mon. I’m sure I’ve got some of your old shirts lying around. Let me take a look at you, yeah?”

“Thank you...”

Hers was the only place he could have gone to. Not only because everyone else would have thrown a fit and demanded answers as soon as they’d seen him like this on their doorstep. Not only because he didn’t want anyone else to know. Most of all, it was because no one else made him feel as safe as she did. Even after everything they’d been through. 

After all this time apart. 

He held back tears as she wrapped her arms around him, feeling as though he’d been holding his breath until this very moment, and was finally able to melt away into her embrace. 

Swallowing hard, he attempted a brave face for only a moment when she eventually pulled away, before quickly deciding there was no point. Not with her. She could read him like an open book anyway, and they had both seen each other at their lowest. She was one of the only people he felt no shame in being vulnerable around, even after their split.

Offering her a faint but genuine smile instead, he hoped she knew how grateful he was as he followed her inside. 

“Finn’s with Nan. Shopping weekend in Stockholm...” He eventually said, knowing that out of all the questions she was likely burning with, whether or not their daughter was safe was the most important one. Secondly, her own safety.