#survivorguilt

@survivorguilt has stepped up.

Kicked back in a disused train yard, you smoke some dope, crouched down in a triad of train cars that had been knocked off their tracks as you roll the pipe between your thumb and forefinger, the bulb of it roasting on the minuscule, singular flame produced by your fancy Jack Daniels old number 7 themed Zippo that you stole from a fancy businessman a while back. After you finish the bowl, you’re pulling a small plate of steel into your lap, spreading out a couple short lines of cocaine. You lean down, rolling up a grubby dollar bill so that you can snort all of it-- you’ve had to lessen the dose due to getting frequent nosebleeds these days. 

That should be good enough for now.

It takes some time for it all to kick in, but when it does, you’re in a hazy heaven, feeling alert and refreshed. When it’s in full-swing, you feel like you could run forever.

It feels amazing.

Getting up to stoke the small fire you started about an hour ago, you decide to dig around in your little pack to see what you have to eat-- unfortunately... It looks like you ain’t got shit.

Good thing you have meth. At least you won’t get hunger pains for now.

Send ‘I want the K’ for a kiss | Accepting28. Hair Kiss

     ❛ Morning sunshine. ❜

     Gabriel sets a coffee down on the desk of the Blackwatch Commander, raising an eyebrow when the blond raises his head, looking as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. A chuckle leaves Gabriel as it appears the mug set down and Gabriel’s sudden appearance confused Jack.

     ❛ It’s eight fourty in the morning, Goldilocks. Don’t tell me you pulled an all nighter. ❜

     When he’s met with a sheepish silence, Gabriel starts to laugh. A half assed offended glare is shot his way as Jack slowly reaches for the mug to take a drink of it. Gabriel gives a quick shrug, shaking his head. Of course, it is understandable, there is a lot of work to be done. Gabriel wasn’t free of blame for pulling all nighters himself. Although he had been on Jack’s case more than once for it. 

     He moved around the desk and put his hand to Jack’s shoulder, the other Commander slowly turning his head towards the Strike Commander. Gabriel’s smile is soft, and he leans down, pressing his lips to Jack’s sun kissed hair. He pulls back and takes the mug out of Jack’s hands, and sets it on the desk.

     ❛ I think bed is the better option for you. Don’t protest me either. I’ll stay with you in bed if I have to. You need some rest. And trust me, Jack. If I have to carry you away from your work I will. ❜

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)? | Not accepting

29: Ear Kiss

“Your ears are pointed. I never noticed that.” 

A vigorous round in bed had made Jack entirely too energetic, and because he wouldn’t just turn over and fall asleep like a decent one-night stand, he was instead inspecting poor Zevran, who, to his credit, fielded his invasive remarks with the patience of a saint.

Fortunately, the man had enough tact to remain silent about the myriad of scars, the ugly crosshatches across Zevran’s back, some raised, others paled, branching like a hideously barren tree. Instead, he chose other oddities and byproducts of Crow venom. 

Though Zevran smiled, it was drawn tight, and he ran an uneasy hand through his hair, replacing it over his ears. 

“Let’s just say the Crows, they did a lot of modifications. I am told it makes my hearing better.” 

Jack was far too empathetic for his own good, and frowned at the subtle tension. 

“I like them. They’re cute.” 

When Zevran made a face, Jack leaned in to kiss one, as if to illustrate his point. Zevran drew back with a noise of surprise, and arousal. Jack blinked for a moment, then a smile grew slowly upon him.

“Don’t.” 

Jesse is far from awake enough to fight getting more or less dragged out toward the bed only to follow strong hands onto the bed. Jesse is still more than comfortable with just letting his legs hang off the bed, resting rather cozily right there against him. His boots still drag his feet toward the floor as his gaudy buckle likely digs into Jack. The comm that he was pressed to keep buzzed in his back pocket.

A groan left Jesse’s mouth, shifting as if to run from the buzzing. He goes right under that thin shirt, his cheek to warm skin. He sighs beneath the shirt. “Make ‘em go away.” he murmured, nuzzling the skin close to his lips. He is far from focused, shifting up more, trying to hide himself from the real world to be with Jack.

‘n jus’ tell ‘im I sent ya~

Thank you, I’m so glad you like them!! and yup, indeed I do! i’d like to polish their designs more, and really the only way to do that is draw a crapload lol i’ll be sure to get more of Reaver out there if you love him so much <3 sometime in the future id like to do clean refs for all my swaps, so hopefully that’ll happen too