𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜 "𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔" 𝚣. 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
homosexuals) wrote2024-06-10 01:32 pm
homosexuals) wrote2024-06-10 01:32 pm
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[ Tim asks one of the housekeepers where to find his room, and he waits, until the middle of the day, when Hawk is most likely to be out, before slipping an old-new newspaper under the door, with a handwritten note taped to it. ]
This is not an invitation. I still meant what I said before. But you should see this.
Maybe it would matter more if we were born fifty years later.
This is real, though. Not one of this place’s tricks. I was told by someone who was alive then.
I thought you would want to know.
[ It’s not signed. He’s confident it doesn’t need to be. ]
This is not an invitation. I still meant what I said before. But you should see this.
Maybe it would matter more if we were born fifty years later.
This is real, though. Not one of this place’s tricks. I was told by someone who was alive then.
I thought you would want to know.
[ It’s not signed. He’s confident it doesn’t need to be. ]
Wanted to check in - you get that black book yet?
Haven't heard of anyone else yet losing memories. Did see someone posted about a friend disappearing. Not exactly comforting.
I got some more information, too. Turns out some people talked to a staff member here - they haven't seen her since.
Haven't heard of anyone else yet losing memories. Did see someone posted about a friend disappearing. Not exactly comforting.
I got some more information, too. Turns out some people talked to a staff member here - they haven't seen her since.
I'm going to your room to get you some clothes. Is there anything else you need?
[ the parties are over, the karaoke machine abandoned, the velveteen cushions upturned with their stuffing ripped out. the house has a lot of cleaning up to do after the wolf attack — which isn’t embry’s concern as he trudges through the sad-looking baths, once populated with sexiness and nudity, and now empty. he’s almost glad for it, though. ever since the wolfman had gotten its claws into him, embry hasn’t trusted himself around anyone, the hollow place in his chest where his demons roam suddenly bursting with his darkest desires. he wants to fuck. he wants to guzzle down enough liquor to drown his liver. he wants to indulge in every sordid fantasy he keeps leashed for his own good, the ones that hurt people and the ones that hurt himself. so it’s good that the baths are empty, because he’s the last person anyone should be around right now.
he’s bleeding again, his hastily bandaged wounds demanding attention from a professional, but embry doesn’t want to seek out any of the judgemental staff, and he doesn’t want to keep asking greer to look after him. greer is the worst one, all his want bundled like gunpowder inside of him; a single sight is enough to get him to go off, with how many years he’s wanted her. no, he has to stay away. from her. from everyone. it’s easy enough to take care of himself here while no one’s around, his shirt slipping from his shoulders as he unwinds the tattered bandages, the claw marks a deep, angry red cutting across his flesh. his left shoulder feels stiff, not dissimilar to the weeks he’d spent recovering from being shot up in carpathia, and his right forearm has seen better days, scratches gouged in parallel lines from his wrist curving to the inside of his elbow.
his belt clinks against the rock, his trousers joining it in a wrinkled heap, and then he’s wading into the bath, hoping the water will douse the burning pit of lust smoldering in him. he feels like shit, so why would he even want to seek out sex right now? it’s a compulsion, an infectious disease that he needs to purge from his system. tiny rivulets of pink swirl through the water when he submerges himself, the baths still warm enough to give the illusion of relaxation, but the truth is embry is wound tight enough to snap, his uninjured hand drifting to fist his cock underwater, his head breaking the waterline so he can suck in a ragged breath, water dripping from his lashes to glide down his cheeks. ]
he’s bleeding again, his hastily bandaged wounds demanding attention from a professional, but embry doesn’t want to seek out any of the judgemental staff, and he doesn’t want to keep asking greer to look after him. greer is the worst one, all his want bundled like gunpowder inside of him; a single sight is enough to get him to go off, with how many years he’s wanted her. no, he has to stay away. from her. from everyone. it’s easy enough to take care of himself here while no one’s around, his shirt slipping from his shoulders as he unwinds the tattered bandages, the claw marks a deep, angry red cutting across his flesh. his left shoulder feels stiff, not dissimilar to the weeks he’d spent recovering from being shot up in carpathia, and his right forearm has seen better days, scratches gouged in parallel lines from his wrist curving to the inside of his elbow.
his belt clinks against the rock, his trousers joining it in a wrinkled heap, and then he’s wading into the bath, hoping the water will douse the burning pit of lust smoldering in him. he feels like shit, so why would he even want to seek out sex right now? it’s a compulsion, an infectious disease that he needs to purge from his system. tiny rivulets of pink swirl through the water when he submerges himself, the baths still warm enough to give the illusion of relaxation, but the truth is embry is wound tight enough to snap, his uninjured hand drifting to fist his cock underwater, his head breaking the waterline so he can suck in a ragged breath, water dripping from his lashes to glide down his cheeks. ]
There's a couple history books on my nightstand, if you don't mind.
Oh, and a glass of scotch.
You're a doll.
Oh, and a glass of scotch.
You're a doll.
Less of a book, but yeah - I got something. Haven't had the chance to check on the authenticity, but it proves they're paying a lot closer attention than I'm pretty sure we'd all like.
Hold on - people are losing memories now too?
Christ. Has anyone requested her to turn down their sheets or - something to find out if she's still around?
Hold on - people are losing memories now too?
Christ. Has anyone requested her to turn down their sheets or - something to find out if she's still around?
The nurse said no alcohol with the pain medication.
What happened to that gossip list that freaked you out?
What happened to that gossip list that freaked you out?
That nurse said no alcohol. What about you, Florence?
It's somewhere safe. Why?
It's somewhere safe. Why?
I think it would be smart to follow that advice.
You're in no state to follow up on it. Let me help.
You're in no state to follow up on it. Let me help.
One glass isn't gonna kill me.
I will be soon. Don't worry about it.
I will be soon. Don't worry about it.
Probably not. But it won't help you, either.
Why wouldn't I worry about it?
Why wouldn't I worry about it?
It would help me a hell of a lot, actually. C'mon.
Because I'm handling it. All you need to do is lay low and don't give them anything else to take note on, okay?
Because I'm handling it. All you need to do is lay low and don't give them anything else to take note on, okay?
Your way of handling it almost got you eaten by a werewolf.
I want to help you. There are smart, reliable people here asking the same questions, we'll find the answers faster if we work together.
I want to help you. There are smart, reliable people here asking the same questions, we'll find the answers faster if we work together.
So you can get eaten by a werewolf instead? Not a fucking chance.
I mean it, Skippy. When I've got something to tell you I will - when I think there's a chance you could help, we can put our heads together.
But for now, I need you to be careful and watch your back.
I mean it, Skippy. When I've got something to tell you I will - when I think there's a chance you could help, we can put our heads together.
But for now, I need you to be careful and watch your back.
It won't hurt me. I told you that already.
If you don't even trust me to do research, when will you think I can help? I know how do more than fluff your pillows and put you in my mouth.
If you don't even trust me to do research, when will you think I can help? I know how do more than fluff your pillows and put you in my mouth.
Once. It didn't hurt you once. Who's to say it won't try for round two?
Jesus christ. I didn't say I don't trust you with research - and I sure as hell don't think you're just here to play nurse and look pretty the whole time. I know you're smart and capable, okay? It's not about that.
You're not getting hurt. The house gave it to me, I'm the one who needs to stick my neck on the line and figure it out. End of story.
Jesus christ. I didn't say I don't trust you with research - and I sure as hell don't think you're just here to play nurse and look pretty the whole time. I know you're smart and capable, okay? It's not about that.
You're not getting hurt. The house gave it to me, I'm the one who needs to stick my neck on the line and figure it out. End of story.
Twice. I went back in and it ran from me again.
I know you want to protect me. As you should, but that goes both ways. Yours, mine. If we do this together, we can watch each other's backs.
I know you want to protect me. As you should, but that goes both ways. Yours, mine. If we do this together, we can watch each other's backs.
I figured they had more information on us than we thought. Don't exactly like that myself. But with what happened with me and my friends - I can't tell if we had the memories and we forgot them, or if we left, somehow. Doesn't explain how I could live a few days in my dreams and wake up here, like nothing changed.
I considered it with the girl - but I feel like if we let on we know they did something, it could get ugly.
I considered it with the girl - but I feel like if we let on we know they did something, it could get ugly.
You went back in? Jesus - fuck, Tim. You're lucky you didn't get ripped to shreds.
It's why I need you to leave this alone. I'm not gonna let you chance anything again - and I've got your back, and I know you've got mine, but I'm not risking it.
They say third time's a charm, but I don't believe in coincidence and I'm not letting you rely on luck.
It's why I need you to leave this alone. I'm not gonna let you chance anything again - and I've got your back, and I know you've got mine, but I'm not risking it.
They say third time's a charm, but I don't believe in coincidence and I'm not letting you rely on luck.
I know. I've spent the last week seeing what it did to you. I'm not taking it lightly, I promise.
The risk isn't your choice to make, Hawk. I can leave you out of it if that's what you want, but we can't do this on our own. It's bigger than us.
The risk isn't your choice to make, Hawk. I can leave you out of it if that's what you want, but we can't do this on our own. It's bigger than us.
Damnit, Tim.
I know that. This isn't my first go around at the dog and pony show - it's just got better crown molding.
Don't leave me out of it. Look, will you just give me some time to look into it on my own when I get outta here? We can go over it together.
I know that. This isn't my first go around at the dog and pony show - it's just got better crown molding.
Don't leave me out of it. Look, will you just give me some time to look into it on my own when I get outta here? We can go over it together.
Edited 2024-07-15 02:27 (UTC)
It might as well be. There are werewolves. People from the future, people from other planets completely, people who can control minds. It's a completely different game than Washington.
That'll be weeks away. I'll just bring it to you, and we can start now.
Tell me where it is and I'll bring the scotch, okay?
That'll be weeks away. I'll just bring it to you, and we can start now.
Tell me where it is and I'll bring the scotch, okay?
Calm down. There's got to be a better explanation than - aliens and magic. This isn't a comic book, Skip.
...Timothy Laughlin, are you trying to bribe me?
Look, not to get too personal - but were they good memories? Bad? A mix of both? Maybe it was a reward, or a punishment, depending.
A request for something mundane then. Or - I can play a cad. You know, pretending I'm in it for the eye candy. Watched enough assholes around Washington do it - should be easy enough to replicate.
A request for something mundane then. Or - I can play a cad. You know, pretending I'm in it for the eye candy. Watched enough assholes around Washington do it - should be easy enough to replicate.
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