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[cacophonish]

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cease to resist
giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
youll think im dead
but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation 🌊🌊🌊

brb dudes ✌️ im either checking out the boat or i got lost in tommy bahama again ☹️ LEAVE A MESSAGE... text ✦ voice ✦ video ✦ action

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[midnightroads]

The way Bash tenses, his breath caught in his lungs, everything still and silent...

...that's answer enough, isn't it?

[cacophonish]

It is, and Jeff... Well. It's kind of a whirlwind of different emotions swirling around inside, competing to come out on top. He doesn't know just how to take it, how to even begin to process it, but he knows one thing: he isn't upset with Bash. Upset for Bash, yes, but not-- he can't blame him for this.

It was an act of mercy, right?

Jeff doesn't roll over, not while Bash is still working on his back, but he does look over his shoulder and reach a hand back to try and grasp at the demigod's.

"Hey. It's okay."

[midnightroads]

"Is it?"

He lets Jeff take his hand, a little quiver in those two words. Because he's still beating himself up over it, hard. Over everything he'd failed in the past month, over every one of his personal rules he's broken.

He feels like a failure. And he doesn't want to show it, because Jeff has been through so much worse.

[cacophonish]

"Yeah." He gives Bash's hand a squeeze, and reiterates, "It's okay."

It's hard to find the right way to put it beyond that. I'm glad it was you sounds kind of fucked up, and he's not glad, exactly, but. If he had to choose, he'd rather a quick death at the hands of somebody trying to save him than something vicious and violent from somebody who doesn't care.

"I know you wouldn't have done it if, um... if there was any other way. And I-- I'm just. I wish you didn't have to." He gives Bash's hand a little tug, encouraging him to lay down on the bed with him, if he wants to cuddle for a while. The sharpies can wait. He knows he's not supposed to say he's sorry, but-- "I wish... I'm sorry this happened. It's not fair that you have to live with... with the memories..."

[midnightroads]

"Fair things don't happen to us two, when we're together. It sucks. We've handled it all so far, well enough."

He sighs, moving the markers to the floor before he just...curls. Right in up against Jeff in the most subtle silent request to be the little spoon ever.

"We'll make it through this together, too. Right?"

[cacophonish]

Luckily, Jeff makes a pretty good big spoon. He may have a slight figure, but he's a long boy, and he gives hugs like a koala. Once Bash settles in, he even pulls the blankets over them, like a little nest. Just the two of them, tuning the rest of the bullshit and misery out.

"Yeah." It comes out soft as a sigh, but there's some sense of certainty in Jeff's voice. He doesn't think he'd be able to pull himself back up from... anything, really, on his own, but at least with Bash... A lot more seems possible. And he can only do his best to try and give Bash the same feeling of security, even if he doubts himself and his own abilities.

He kisses the top of Bash's head. "And anyway, I mean... I wouldn't trade you for all the fair things in the world."

Even if they do deserve a goddamn break from the suck.

[midnightroads]

As Bash curls into the blanket and the boy, the first words that run through his head slip out of his mouth in a playful tone.

"Babe, that's gay."

Because it is and they are and gay means joyful as much as it means anything else. And they are that.

[cacophonish]

He lets out a laugh, ducking his face against Bash's shoulder to muffle it. After the time he's had, trapped in a state of non-existence, it feels like laughing for the first time. A fresh experience, light and startling.

"Soooo gay."

[midnightroads]

"Gayest thing I've ever fucking heard. I love it, and I love you."

He laughs as well, finally relaxing. Things aren't back to normal, but they will be again.