#kilter

IM PUNCHING THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE!! HOOTING AND HOLLERING

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In the barn tonight I listen half-asleep    to the cow named Crassula give a low sound    after giving birth to her nameless

veal calf. Licking him    onto his feet, Crassula has a harmon mute lodged in the silver trumpet of her throat,    her rapture

modulated by the knowledge, bodily    —my boyhood guess— that the one she welcomes    with her tongue into the world of air

will go    in the back of a cattle truck, filling the valley with dust. Crassula is my kin    tonight. If a social worker were to ask me

to draw my house, it would be    all one box, the farmhouse and the barn. Father, absent mother,    a child and twelve cows.

I fall asleep in the straw, until her calf    begins to walk. When the single-wire    electric fence, subdividing the pasture,

collapses in the wind the next afternoon,    the herd comes home on their own, udders full, their hind legs    as if pylons. My father

keeps the veal calf out of Crassula’s sight.    The cadence of the stainless steel    he attaches at dusk to their udders—

suck, release, suck, release—converts the herd    into machines eating oats. Crassula’s low sound    echoes in the empty barn,

long after the cattle truck    camouflages my face with dust. I taught her calf to drink    from a bucket. I let him slurp

Walter x Killian

From Spies in disguise

This took longer than I care to admit *flops*

I have a thing for window view aesthetics honestly >>

But it's definitely they can see out but no one can see in situation.

Anyway slides this into the spies in disguise fandom and goes back under my rock

Psst

*shifts his hands, the cuffs are chafing him slightly, he grimaces*

Walter : *He doesn't know what to say but is listening and watching, already making plans to make handcuffs more comfortable when he sees Tristans expression.*

Killian: *Lifts his hands slowly, not to alarm and put the guards on alert, he has something important to tell him, he can already see them tensing*

"I've lost alotta things in my life, before I knew what kind of person you were, what compassion you were capable of, it didn't matter if I killed you so long as it hurt Sterling."

*He felt a pang of guilt at the wince that showed itself on the young mans face, he brought his hands closer to Walters face, impressed that he didn't so much as flinch which worked in his favor as the guards while still on alert did not move.*

"I had only one end game, it was either get revenge or I was going to die, they were my only options...I have regrets Walter, but knowing what I know now...the chance you have given me..."

* He hesitates, and moves back a little, his gaze breaking from Becketts, brow furrowing, Tristan stills though as he feels warm hands on his, they're offering comfort, thumbs over flesh and steel, looking back he sees Walter staring up at him, how can he look at him like that after everything he's done... Like...like he's still human, that he still deserves...to be cared about. *

Walter :

"You can tell me later if it's easier Mr Mcford."

He offers gently.

Killian : *His heart skips a beat, answering softly*

"Tristan, you can call me Tristan...and no they might never let me have the chance to do so, I need to say it now...Knowing what I know now, killing you..."

*he extended a long metal claw and brushed Walters hair back behind his ear (Marcy and Lance definitely sharing questioning looks between each other at that.) *

"That would have been one of the few regrets in my life and Walter, I am not a man who regrets easily..."

Walter : *Still has one hand on Killian's human hand, biting his lip, thumb stroking over his knuckles. *

"I..."

The wind blows lightly, the sun is beginning to set, the only reason Killian isn't being dragged away right now is because Beckett wanted to talk to him.

Killian can see he wants something to, ask something, he believes he knows what but it's also not possible.

Killian :

"I'm a monster Beckett, you can't feel that, not for me..."

Walter : "But doesn't that make you in need of it most and I get to decide how I feel and-"

Damn it all, Mcford thought to himself, he may never get to see Beckett again, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.

"Live your life I don't deserve something as good at you, but I'm gonna try and earn the right to what you gave me."

The guards are starting to walk him off now as Walter touches his cheek where he felt warmth, scars and the cool sensation of metal on his skin

"A-and what's that Tristan?"

He called out wanting to stop them but knew it was beyond his means.

Killian's entire body sparked at hearing his name on Becketts lips, he turned his head smiling slightly but it was genuine.

"My humanity Beckett, my humanity."