[ Exhaustion takes a toll on the body, the mind. You can ride the adrenaline to a point but it always comes due at the end. And he was exhausted at the end, fielding cracked ribs and hunger, dehydration. He was filthy and still he fought.
And then he dropped, and he slept for a long time, and he didn’t dream. The only reason he’s halfway back is because of the blood.
He’s tired when he approaches. It probably shows. But he whistles, to let Larus know he’s there. ]
[ He doesn't need the cue. If anything, he can hear his heartbeat, and that should be enough. It should be, but it never is, not when he's angry and worried and far too many other emotions to properly piece them together. Larus drags the rickety door open and stares at him, eyes narrowed in the dim lightly of the Down.
Maybe he should say something. Anything. There's plenty he wants to tell him, but there's that ache in his chest again that always hurts when things like this happen. It's too painful to speak, so he doesn't.
All he does is turn his back, inviting him in as he disappears inside. ]
[ They stare at each other for a long moment and nothing's said. They just look at each other and then Larus finally turns away, and Carver follows him in. Second first, same as the first. They've done this before. Carver has a feeling they'll do it again.
He exhales, and runs a hand through his hair. God, he's tired. ]
This wasn't me being stupid, [ he says quietly. ] It wasn't, Larus.
[ Logically, he knows that. He knows it in the same way he knows that he had to find more people than he cares to count, but there's something about hearing nothing from him until now that grates on him. That hurts. Larus needs to detach himself from this, he realizes, and it's almost too late, especially when Carver says his name the way that he does.
He remains quiet for a moment longer before deciding to say something. ]
[ It's hard to read Larus's tone then and Carver fights the urge to either stand at attention to account for himself or demand that Larus look at him, really look at him.
Mostly, Carver just wants to touch him. He'd take it if they had to fight first, but -
Don't, he thinks. Don't be weak. ]
Some.
[ His tone is soft. ]
All they did was beat me. Played old torture tricks. And I killed as many as I could find in the aftermath.
[ He killed some too, he wants to say. Ripped their throats out, snapped their necks. Through it all, he hadn't been able to find him, and worse, the sinking feeling that he might never be able to surfaced shortly after his return and settled inside him before he'd ever heard from Frost.
Slowly, Larus looks at him and tries to keep his composure.
Everything he feels still somehow manages to show clearly on his face. ]
I thought you were gone. I – [ He stands rigid in front of Carver. ] I thought that, maybe, you had decided to leave.
[ He hates this, Carver realizes suddenly. Standing so still and stoic like he's awaiting a proclamation, for some punishment to be laid out. Like there's a command structure between them. And the way Larus is looking at him, rigid and uncertain, and -
Fuck.
Carver just shakes his head mutely and steps forward, closing the distance between them to put his hand on Larus's arm. ]
I just - I got fucked up, that's all. I don't heal as fast as you.
[ It's the touch that breaks him open, shoving forward to curl an arm around Carver and hold him close.
He knows that. He knows Carver can't heal the way that he can, but it shouldn't have to be like that. They shouldn't have to be like this now that they're together again, roughly pressing his face into Carver's shoulder and holding him almost too tight.
He should have tried harder. He should have been with him. ]
I'm sorry, [ he whispers, his voice pained. ] I couldn't protect you.
[ Oh, thank God. Carver takes a shuddering breath and cups a hand to the back of Larus's head, pulling him close so they can just exist together. He's not as hurt as he was yesterday but this shit takes a toll. And it feels good to fucking touch someone without it swinging vicious. ]
Don't do that. Just - be here. Can we just be here?
[ If he continues to hold onto him this tightly, would that make a difference? Everything he's ever known about what ifs and could have beens shows itself in this moment, the way they cling to one another and how alive Carver makes him feel. It's terrifying to think that it almost hadn't mattered, that all the time he'd spent searching everywhere amounted to absolutely nothing.
He squeezes his eyes shut, and it burns. ]
I am. [ But that's the crazy thing, isn't it? He's there, but his mind is worlds away somewhere else. ] I'm with you.
[ And he tips his head so he can push their foreheads together. ]
[ The fucked up part is that he wants Larus to bite him then. To feel his teeth, to let things just drift for a moment so none of them need to think so goddamn hard. Carver closes his eyes tight and takes a breath so he won’t say it, grinding his forehead against Larus’s. They’re so close like this. It feels like they’re going to sunder apart if they’re not touching. ]
I wouldn’t leave without saying anything.
[ Not if there’s any choice. Carver shifts so he can squeeze the back of Larus’s neck. Holding tight to him. ]
[ They're close, but Larus doesn't feel like it's close enough, wondering what would happen if he continued to push until it hurt to feel Carver against him. He forces himself to take a breath to stop himself, soaking in the rush of the other man's breath and the surprising warmth of his words.
He's never wanted anything as badly as this before. ]
I need you to stay with me, [ he whispers after a long moment, thoughts still scattered. ] No matter what happens.
[ Carver keeps his eyes closed, his breathing slow and as steady as he can manage. He knows better than most that you can't always keep your promises, especially in a place like this. But he'll always try. That, he'll hold to. And it's a relief to hold Larus like this, to be held in turn. They fit together, don't they?
It aches to stand like this, with all his healing injuries, but that doesn't matter at all. He puts that aside. He wants to be here, touching this man. ]
[ That's the thing, isn't it? He knows all of this. He knows it's impossible to make such promises to each other, and it's why he hasn't pushed for more than what they have right now. But it's difficult the longer they're together to think about it like that, to remember they won't always have this and it won't be their choice when it falls apart. Larus wants that control, wants to give it to Carver, but all they have is this.
When had it stopped being enough? ]
You don't have to tell me that. [ He can only believe that it will be okay. Somehow. ] Let me take care of you.
[ Because it can't be comfortable to be like this when they can hold each other without standing, and Larus softens the way he leans into him, turning his head to press his lips gently against Carver's. ]
[ It's easy to press into the kiss, to cup a hand to Larus's cheek and deepen it. They've done this enough that there's no need to hesitate. Carver nods against Larus's forehead, then sighs. God, he's tired. ]
[ Something about the kiss is reassuring enough to draw some of the tension out of his shoulders, holding onto him for a moment longer before reluctantly pulling away. ]
I think there's a bed in the other room.
[ He hasn't actually been in this building overly long, but he does know that it's currently vacant. Many of them are considering the gang activity in the Down, which he's noticed more of since everyone has returned to Duplicity. Larus takes Carver's hand and holds onto him. ]
[ Carver bumps his head against Larus's, a small gesture that's nonetheless become familiar now, and lets Larus take his hand. He's healing up faster than he would have before, but there's still a toll. And he's running on too little sleep.
[ More words linger on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't say anything until he's tested the bed and they're stretched out on it together. Maybe they won't go anywhere for a while, which is why he'd taken some of those layers off Carver and removed his own jacket. Now, he can lean over him, press his mouth to the warmth of his cheek. His jaw.
It takes a while for him to speak, the words rough under his breath. ]
[ He takes his boots and his coat off, his hood. It's easier like that, and it's a comfort to have Larus pressed against him, holding him close. Carver cups a hand to the back of Larus's neck and closes his eyes, breathing slow. He hurts, but it will pass. It always does. ]
I know.
[ He keeps his eyes closed. His breathing slow. Larus is steadying, solid. Safe, so much as anything and anyone can be safe here. ]
[ He's content to hold him, to rest next to him and watch over him if and when he falls asleep. They've done that before. They'd done things like this so many times before, but that question... It throws him.
How long has it been since he's tasted Carver's blood? Months, really. A long time in the scheme of it all. He'd stopped doing it after it became something serious, something he could tangibly hold onto, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying to debate with himself that it's not a good idea. It never is, and yet, too many people in this place are fine with it. ]
Are you asking me?
[ Larus cups the side of Carver's face and tilts his head towards him. ]
[ It's gentle, like it has been so many times before, and somehow it still throws him. Somehow, that's the part that hits the hardest. That cuts down to the marrow. When Larus touches him, and doesn't try to tear him apart. It's just what people do and yet they aren't, not right now, not when they're holding each other like this. Carver opens his eyes and watches Larus, pressing into his hand. It's a simple question. He wishes the answer was. ]
I don't want to feel like this, [ he says finally. ] I just want to stop thinking.
[ Will it be the same as before, he wonders. Will Carver fall into that feeling that everyone always succumbs to when he bites him? After whatever Frost did to him, it's something he's always thought about, and he can't stop thinking about it now, the edge of his thumb stroking over his cheek before caressing the curve of Carver's lower lip. ]
Alright, [ he breathes, shifting to sit up a little more. ] Where do you want me to bite you?
[ Because he's only going to think of this as a temporary fix and nothing more. He can't afford to believe it's anything else. ]
[ You can say no, Carver thinks. The words are on the tip of his tongue. You can say no and I wouldn't ask again. But he did ask, and pieces of him want it. Or at least want the way that his mind drifts, and how it feels when Larus holds him. Otherwise he's stuck back in the hole, in survival mode, waiting for everyone around him to suffer and break and relying on his own strength to see him through. Knowing, eventually, that it wouldn't be enough.
In the end, everyone breaks. It just takes enough time, and pressure, and pain. Everyone breaks. Everyone dies. How long would he have held out, in the end? Long enough?
Carver twitches, closing his eyes. He doesn't say any of that. What would it matter? ]
Shoulder.
[ It's strange. He wants to be held down, he thinks. It's not something he can stand, under normal circumstances. ]
[ It's not his neck, at least, and Larus can do this. He can bite him and swallow the taste of him and pretend, later, that it never happened. He's strong enough to resist taking more than he should. Carver trusts him to, so he makes the effort to remain composed as he moves to press Carver down onto his back. Larus straddles him then, careful not to put too much weight on his ribs, and it's oddly easy to pull aside the material of his shirt and push his face against all that warm skin.
But it's not easy to drag the edge of a fang over the spot he intends to bite, hesitating a moment longer before forcing out a breath and just sinking his teeth in. He can blame himself for his own carelessness later. Right now? All Larus wants to do is give Carver anything he can. ]
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in the down.
[ And he drops the location of a building he's currently picking apart and exploring. ]
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And then he dropped, and he slept for a long time, and he didn’t dream. The only reason he’s halfway back is because of the blood.
He’s tired when he approaches. It probably shows. But he whistles, to let Larus know he’s there. ]
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Maybe he should say something. Anything. There's plenty he wants to tell him, but there's that ache in his chest again that always hurts when things like this happen. It's too painful to speak, so he doesn't.
All he does is turn his back, inviting him in as he disappears inside. ]
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He exhales, and runs a hand through his hair. God, he's tired. ]
This wasn't me being stupid, [ he says quietly. ] It wasn't, Larus.
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He remains quiet for a moment longer before deciding to say something. ]
Did you kill any of them?
[ Every part of him hopes that he did. ]
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Mostly, Carver just wants to touch him. He'd take it if they had to fight first, but -
Don't, he thinks. Don't be weak. ]
Some.
[ His tone is soft. ]
All they did was beat me. Played old torture tricks. And I killed as many as I could find in the aftermath.
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Slowly, Larus looks at him and tries to keep his composure.
Everything he feels still somehow manages to show clearly on his face. ]
I thought you were gone. I – [ He stands rigid in front of Carver. ] I thought that, maybe, you had decided to leave.
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Fuck.
Carver just shakes his head mutely and steps forward, closing the distance between them to put his hand on Larus's arm. ]
I just - I got fucked up, that's all. I don't heal as fast as you.
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He knows that. He knows Carver can't heal the way that he can, but it shouldn't have to be like that. They shouldn't have to be like this now that they're together again, roughly pressing his face into Carver's shoulder and holding him almost too tight.
He should have tried harder. He should have been with him. ]
I'm sorry, [ he whispers, his voice pained. ] I couldn't protect you.
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Don't do that. Just - be here. Can we just be here?
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He squeezes his eyes shut, and it burns. ]
I am. [ But that's the crazy thing, isn't it? He's there, but his mind is worlds away somewhere else. ] I'm with you.
[ And he tips his head so he can push their foreheads together. ]
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I wouldn’t leave without saying anything.
[ Not if there’s any choice. Carver shifts so he can squeeze the back of Larus’s neck. Holding tight to him. ]
I wouldn’t do that to you.
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He's never wanted anything as badly as this before. ]
I need you to stay with me, [ he whispers after a long moment, thoughts still scattered. ] No matter what happens.
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[ Carver keeps his eyes closed, his breathing slow and as steady as he can manage. He knows better than most that you can't always keep your promises, especially in a place like this. But he'll always try. That, he'll hold to. And it's a relief to hold Larus like this, to be held in turn. They fit together, don't they?
It aches to stand like this, with all his healing injuries, but that doesn't matter at all. He puts that aside. He wants to be here, touching this man. ]
It'll be okay, Larus.
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When had it stopped being enough? ]
You don't have to tell me that. [ He can only believe that it will be okay. Somehow. ] Let me take care of you.
[ Because it can't be comfortable to be like this when they can hold each other without standing, and Larus softens the way he leans into him, turning his head to press his lips gently against Carver's. ]
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I cracked a couple ribs. They'll heal.
[ He says it softly, to explain. ]
Can we lie down?
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I think there's a bed in the other room.
[ He hasn't actually been in this building overly long, but he does know that it's currently vacant. Many of them are considering the gang activity in the Down, which he's noticed more of since everyone has returned to Duplicity. Larus takes Carver's hand and holds onto him. ]
Come on. I'll help you.
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[ Carver bumps his head against Larus's, a small gesture that's nonetheless become familiar now, and lets Larus take his hand. He's healing up faster than he would have before, but there's still a toll. And he's running on too little sleep.
So, they move. ]
You've got me.
[ He knows that. ]
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It takes a while for him to speak, the words rough under his breath. ]
I would have killed them all trying to find you.
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I know.
[ He keeps his eyes closed. His breathing slow. Larus is steadying, solid. Safe, so much as anything and anyone can be safe here. ]
Would you bite me, if I asked you to?
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How long has it been since he's tasted Carver's blood? Months, really. A long time in the scheme of it all. He'd stopped doing it after it became something serious, something he could tangibly hold onto, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying to debate with himself that it's not a good idea. It never is, and yet, too many people in this place are fine with it. ]
Are you asking me?
[ Larus cups the side of Carver's face and tilts his head towards him. ]
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I don't want to feel like this, [ he says finally. ] I just want to stop thinking.
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Alright, [ he breathes, shifting to sit up a little more. ] Where do you want me to bite you?
[ Because he's only going to think of this as a temporary fix and nothing more. He can't afford to believe it's anything else. ]
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In the end, everyone breaks. It just takes enough time, and pressure, and pain. Everyone breaks. Everyone dies. How long would he have held out, in the end? Long enough?
Carver twitches, closing his eyes. He doesn't say any of that. What would it matter? ]
Shoulder.
[ It's strange. He wants to be held down, he thinks. It's not something he can stand, under normal circumstances. ]
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He's alive, Larus thinks. He's there. They're together.
But it's not easy to drag the edge of a fang over the spot he intends to bite, hesitating a moment longer before forcing out a breath and just sinking his teeth in. He can blame himself for his own carelessness later. Right now? All Larus wants to do is give Carver anything he can. ]
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