oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







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[righthemisphere]

He braces but it's too little too late and as Chuck slams into him (even with the immediate backstep, even with the immediate arms wrapping around the redhead's shoulders) he still falls flat on his ass. Chuck lays him out like a god damn Lineman but you know what? Raleigh doesn't give a shit. Because he's clinging hard for dear life, face buried in Chuck's neck, lungs breathing him in with such intense relief he could cry.

Whole again. Like magnets slamming back into place.

Together, they promised. And through all the rebirth and finding his feet and fire and danger and being alone, he hoped so desperately that Chuck made it too. that he wasn't ripped back into the vastness of the ether. That he didn't stay in the water or disappear completely.

Raleigh doesn't hear the sob in his lungs until it's halfway out his throat. Panic giving way to intense gratitude.

"There you are-" it's a croak. He's trying. He's winded and wobbly but thank god. Any god.

"I was so worried, where were you?"

[lefthemisphere]

"Where were you?" Chuck asks, breathless as he lays prone over Raleigh, unwilling to get up or move, content to lay there on the ground with his arms gripped tightly around his partner, clutching him close, a hand in his hair.

"There were -- pirates, and the ocean, and...squids? Mate, are we squids?"

Because that's a lot to unpack and he isn't interested in doing that today, thanks.

[righthemisphere]

"I dunno," Raleigh laughs. It's watery while he works to control his emotions but a happy tear or two still get out. He snuffles and presses his face harder into his boyfriend's neck.

"I think maybe so. Maybe something new all together."

Waaait a second.

"What are you talking about, pirates? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

[lefthemisphere]

Chuck teases his fingers into Raleigh's hair, soft and fluffy and blond, pressing his lips to his temple. Raleigh's gonna have to deal with Chuck up his ass for a while, so hopefully he's alright with that.

"You didn't have to deal with the pirates?" Lucky, he guesses, because he'd nearly died. Best to leave that out.

"I'm fine, no worries. That bloke John, the one that stalks me, he patched me right up, no harm done."

[righthemisphere]

Raleigh is very much alright with that. Saves him the trouble of being the hover husband he's already going to be.

"John.. Connor or Constantine? The British guy with your dad?"

[lefthemisphere]

Good. That's settled, then. Chuck has no interest in letting Raleigh out of his sight anytime soon. This is his muppet, dammit.

"Not Conner." Chuck knows him, hasn't seen him. "The British one."

Though that does give him pause and he pulls back a little, brow furrowed.

"What d'you mean, with my dad?"

[righthemisphere]

Oh shit.

Now is.. now is just not the right time for this conversation, is it. That is so fucking standard for him.

Because 'with' can mean a great many things but choosing a lesser meaning would make him a liar and he isn't withholding information. That's never been his intention.

Raleigh lifts his brow, hands settled on Chuck's sides.

"Well, I mean.. he's always with your dad. But I've had this hunch there's something more."

[lefthemisphere]

"Huh."

Like. It's surprising, and maybe he should be irritated or something, because Herc didn't tell Chuck himself, but then again, he hasn't told Chuck anything for months.

So.

"Well. Good for him, I guess."

[righthemisphere]

"I could be wrong," Raleigh offers.

And it's true. He could be. But he doesn't think he is.

"What do I know, right?"

They're not even sure it really is his dad, anyway.

[lefthemisphere]

"What do either of us know about him?"

Not a goddamn thing, apparently. Honestly, he still holds to the claim it's another version of his dad. Happens all the time, apparently.

"Who cares. Got you back."

[righthemisphere]

"Yeah." That's what matters.

"C'mere," he murmurs and tugs Chuck back in for a slow kiss, right there in the sand.

"I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

[lefthemisphere]

Right there, Chuck happily perched on top of Raleigh in the middle of the beach, leaning for soft kisses, pushing his fingers into messy, sandy blond hair.

“You better be.”

[righthemisphere]

"I promise," between kisses, his fingers curling into Chuck's clothes. Forehead to forehead.

Intense relief pours through him as the realisation of what's really going on washes through him.

"We made it," he says and laughs. Then laughs a little harder. Curls his fingers a little tighter.

"Holy shit, we made it. A whole new world just for us."

[lefthemisphere]

You better promise. Chuck will hunt Raleigh down otherwise.

"Yeah, we did," he murmurs, letting his eyes stay closed, reveling in the moment, the heat of Raleigh under him, the wet press of salty lips. He isn't sure of the hows, but frankly Chuck doesn't really give a shit, because they're here, they're both here, and they're alive.

[righthemisphere]

"We could start a life," Raleigh murmurs against Chuck's lips.

He feels wobbly as hell given everything he's been through today but being against chuck makes it all.. not okay, but better. Like it's going to be okay.

Because it is. Because Chuck is here with him and they can do this together.

"If you wanted."

[lefthemisphere]

"Obviously I want," he says, pressing heavy against him, arms tight, feeling a little sleepy now that they're reunited and reunited, like proper, codependent jaeger pilots ought to be.

"Gotta figure out where the hell we're gonna live."

[righthemisphere]

"Oh man.. yeah."

They gotta.. actually start a life.

"Do you think there's a squid halfway house?"

He doesn't have any money and he doubts Chuck does. He doubt anyone who's washed up does, so what are they all going to do?

"Hotel is probably out and you're too pretty to be homeless. How do you feel about squatting? Find something empty.. safe. Figure out our next move from there?"

[lefthemisphere]

Snort.

"I think you got that backwards, but yeah. Solid idea."

That probably means he needs to get up, but he's loathe to separate. He doesn't want to peel himself off of Raleigh, not now that he's found him. Letting go is abominable, something he can't fathom.

"Find us a squat house, Ray."

[righthemisphere]

"Mm.. Inna minute," he rumbles back, also perfectly happy to stay exactly where he is. The sand is gonna suck here in a second but.. worth it.

It's only after a great deal of mental preparation and as many kisses as possible that he can bear to roll Chuck off and get them up on their feet. Spaghetti isn't too far away, watching the scene with a half eaten hotdog in her hands.

When they set off towards the city she'll follow behind.

Like the other Sleepers, they'll undoubtedly wander for a while. The city is big and twisting. The buildings are dark and foreboding and largely unmarked.

Raleigh likes the look of a dark building in Wilful Machine for their nest that night. From the state of it no one has been there in a long time but the dark windows are all intact and the structure seems solid. It'll do.

Then it's the matter of food. Willful Machine is full of people and noise and food. There's gotta be something they can snag or trade for dish washing. Right? Maybe someone will just take pity. Or ask who they are what their bloodtype is. Trade them dinner for a shiny blue coldblood crystal.