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“And who said you’re useless? This is exactly why we kept quarreling all the time before you left. I say one thing and you take it the wrong way,” Ros lamented, his arms raised in a somewhat defensive gesture. Had he been too harsh on this sad lump of dirt? Perhaps, but he didn’t need to see to it that he felt comforted and coddled, he never needed that anyway. Right now, he failed to see how they ever worked out anyway, given that there differing opinions on things were in stark contrast to one…

Roscoe would smile, usually, but he knew that someone like Nathan knew his stupid ideas, his every move, his general demeanor and frankly, Ros didn't feel like giving him the confirmation that, why yes, they were quite literally thinking of the same thing. Sure, there was one way to squander a relationship, but this was an entirely different one- he had always been like this, he was always going to behave like this, even if it meant that he had to jump through hoops and hurdles to be especially …

And there he went - on and on about the same shit that he'd always loathed to hear. Why don't you take me and my prowess seriously, why don't you take me and my job at face value, why is everything I do beneath your standards? Roscoe knew why, but he'd never spell it out, or give Nate the option to even guess why. So, he let him talk and vent his frustrations anyway - it wouldn't get better if he bottled all of that up in the first place, but spending time with him was a loathsome ordeal, he kne…

"How many of them do you even have by now? You can hoard and keep them save, but judging by what happened, who knows how safe they really are.", Ros nagged on. One break-in didn't mean that it would happen again, or that it was something to be concerned about for consistencies sake, but he knew that, in the end, there was only so much he could do about some of these things, be that because he couldn't control the life that Nathan lived, or because he didn't know enough about his field of experti…

It was always the same with him - this man would never stop lioving in his own head, being an oddball that thought he had no place in a world like this and yet, Ros could almost assure him that if he just tried a smidge harder, he could have a stable life in a society that didn't necessarily hate, but actually revere his kind. Nate wasn't the kind to fold to anyones will, though, as seen by his willingness to embrace humans as somewhat equals, unlike many of their friends and families, who'd see…

It was swift and painless, like changing his skin would be if it were that easy. His flesh need not contort to fit into clothes, but even just the realization that he wasn't alone in his home, eagerly awaiting something he couldn't put his finger on, too, made him nervous for all the wrong reasons. Ros liked being alone, he preferred to run on his own schedule, go by a modus operanti like he should, but all things considered, he never really figured out why that was - he just had liked it that w…

For the first time in maybe forever he heard Nathan open his mouth and say something sensical, something that he actually wanted to hear - a simple hello had never sounded so crisp, so lovely to his weary ears and Ros was almost overjoyed that, after such a long time, he might finally hammer it into this man that his general demeanor was rude at best and downright nasty at worst. "Good morning to you, too." But did it matter? Regardless of any fact, there was something he could not put his finge…

There was a pregnant pause after Nathan ran his mouth - it was always the same with him, wasn't it? Roscoe knew that this man spelled trouble, but say it wasn't so when they first met and had decided they desperately wanted, no, needed one another for years to come. Codependency was never going to work out, however, and this guy had decided he'd make a swift cut through their relationship one day, without as much as a word; Ros didn't even want to see him, let alone know he was still alive, the …

Playing a pas-de-deux with paperwork hadn't been on his schedule this week, but he took it home with him regardless, at the behest of his employer that was telling everyone to put in overtime, but not him, because he'd have to pay for that, and Roscoe was already overpaid for his efforts - and the geezer was right. Holidays weren't something he saw to, indulged in, or used up - not when he didn't have to, which also meant that he should have been at the magistrate this morning, but he'd been fir…

ac036a40b9f3b8882a9f7c2eddd0f094a86c0b7a.gif We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars We've seen everything from Saturn to Mars As much as it seems like you own my heart It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart Torn to shreds and cast asunder - the human world is but one of them, cast in the brimming light of a blue moon they cannot call their own. Strangers poor into every crevice, nook and cranny, of their worlds dark corners, from where leylines converge and an unfathomable bridge has fo…

72e45641d971246388b7e1997f68c4ddd835f288.pngName: Many identities mean many names, but the best way to address this fellow would be Roscoe "Ros" Imgalrea, for that is the name he's been carrying with him since childhood. If he'll listen to you if you address him by Ros, well, that's an entirely different subject matter. Age: 111 years of age; not that it matters, really. Abilities: Roscoe is, for many, just an ordinary guy - sure, he acts like there's a stick that's permanently stuck up his ass …

ac036a40b9f3b8882a9f7c2eddd0f094a86c0b7a.gif We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars We've seen everything from Saturn to Mars As much as it seems like you own my heart It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart Torn to shreds and cast asunder - the human world is but one of them, cast in the brimming light of a blue moon they cannot call their own. Strangers poor into every crevice, nook and cranny, of their worlds dark corners, from where leylines converge and an unfathomable bridge has fo…

Jo felt incredibly tired and worn, even now - he was spent and exhausted, and Louis was going to leave because he had to. One way or the other, Josiah didn't quite want that to happen, but he knew well enough that there was no use in fighting with him over something like that; he looked worse for wear himself, would probably appreciate a day of rest, and Jo would give him that if he could, yet, he didn't have the ability to. Who knew if fighting those inner demons of his wouldn't be even more ex…

To him, Louis was precious - like a gem in the rough, like a pile of gold built into a trailers walls, hidden away from prying eyes that only coveted these things to profit off of them. Perhaps, Josiah wasn't any different from them, but he was jealous and selfish, too, and he wanted nothing more than to have Lou close to him. The chance to taste ambrosia for but a moment - it had to be akin to that - was something he couldn't give up, and yet, even with that man in his arms, he was only looking…

When did he not? Josiah would never moke that which he loved, one would say, but he could see that he was hurting even now, be it not the tone of his voice but the certainty of the situation. All of them did, there was no arguing - Leila was one of theirs, another one of them that had to go, too soon, for reasons nobody should blame themselves for, knowing that the world would never stop to make grieving any easier, but move onward in spite of it, to remind everyone that more than one life was l…

With Louis adamance came his way of relenting - of knowing that there was no solace in these trailers, stacked together like townhouses on a unmapped hill, and Josiah knew himself well enough to be able to tell his own tall tale, of never wanting to leave this ghost town, even if it meant going down with it, in the epochs of yet another story, spread from one mouth to the other, like a kiss, or maybe even a disease. There he lay, the most beautiful man he'd ever had the misfortune of knowing, th…

With Louis in his bed and Josiah proud that he got him back there in one piece, he smiled at him, albeit quite spent and a bit exhausted. There was no easy way about this; there never would be, but at least they had one another to some capacity, could rely on themselves for just a little bit of help to get through a dire day, to get through the world that made them suffer, piece by piece, for months at a time. Now that he pulled a blanket over Louis, he couldn't help but wonder if the two of the…

What more could he do for Lou? How could he really understand what was going on? It was important he got him back - or close to back - first and then assessed the situation, in case there was anything he could do for Louis. What, if not out of here, was the best decision? If he couldn't leave and this wasn't a random episode, then there was another problem that Jo didn't quite grasp yet. Where would they ever be able to go, at some point, in a few years when all of this was not keeping them toge…

"I'm sorry. I get it. Just ... I can't.", he told Louis, and he'd mean it, he'd never not mean it when he said something - he put his money where his mouth was for a reason, and Josiah never had much money to himself in the first place, given that they all waited for the blissful days of getting an allowance from the ringmaster here and there. "Maybe I don't, maybe you are just saying things again, I don't know. I don't think it was your fault. Louis, these things happen, and even if it is your …

Again, he didn't understand. Would Louis ever give him the time of day, would he ever try to understand him? They both talked to each other, but instead of talking with one another, they simply talked around each other, as if they were running in circles, like a headless gaggle of crows. "I know you can't, it's okay, that's why I said I'll figure it out ... Somehow. But I can't ... I just can't trust you." Everything that Louis meant, in that very moment, might actually be him speaking the very …