Gifts for gullbones
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“Harry? Don’t come back. Stay where you are as long as you can. Do you understand me? Stay. Where. You. Are. I’m sorry, Love, I— hold on, one moment please. One moment. I’ll be with you in a second. I know. I know. Listen, I’m… I’m just finishing one call. Last one. Last one and I’ll be with you. Harry? I hope to God your machine hasn’t cut me off. It’s chaos here. You are to stay in the bush for as long as you can, and maybe you’ll miss it. If we don’t talk again, please, I— God. Oh, God… I love you. I love you. I love you so, sweetheart. I would do anything to be with you one more time. I’m thinking of you all the time. Every second. I— I know. I know! I’m coming! I’m so sorry, Harry. I love you. I hope we find each other again.”
A Station Eleven/Moon of the Crusted Snow AU for Medical Malpractice March
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Just as Tom is about to turn and go back to his own ship, Stanley’s pen falls still. “Well, Mr. Hartnell?” he enquires without raising his eyes.
“Well, sir… if you’ve a moment—”
“Do I appear busy?”
“No sir. I mean, I don’t know, sir. I wouldn’t presume to assume what—”
“What do you need?”
“My scars, sir, where I got my lashing—they’re off.”
“Off,” the fair-haired man says coolly, at last lifting his impassive gaze from the page before him as he closes the book quietly. “Hardly a useful descriptor.”
“Just… warm-like, is all. Bit itchy.”
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- Part 4 of Terror Events/Prompt Fills
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Macdonald is thirsty, both in the literal and the metaphorical way after seeing doctor Stanley in a riding suit.
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salt/sea/sky by sonnysiding for gullbones
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018), The Terror - Dan Simmons
21 Jul 2021
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Tommy presses against him, looking into Alex's eyes. "Dirty old fuck," he starts, which Alex has come to accept as Tommy's way of being affectionate. "Y'want to piss on yer lads?"
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Distantly, Patrick thinks he hears someone laugh.
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As though summoned, Tommy at that moment steps through the front door, letting the screen slam behind him. He nods, a shy kind of smile on his face, and steps into the kitchen. Alex hears the tap gurgle on and then he’s standing in the doorway chugging water from a little tin cup.
“Hot out,” he notes succinctly.
“Aye. Tommy, meet Alex. Alex, Tommy.”
As he steps closer in the small room and extends his hand, Alex can’t help but smell him—the bright and wild sweetness of mown grass, an undernote of young sweat. And can’t help but stare. His eyes are a deep blue and his lips perfect, like—there should be an award concocted just to honor that mouth and those eyes, his thick and expressive brows. Where Tom is the sweetest boy next door, Tommy is startling to look at, intense. Spooky, nearly. But then he smiles and his whole face is illuminated as though from within. He sits down next to Tom on the sofa just as deep and ancient as the easy chair and sinks in hip-to-hip with him. Theirs is the easy intimacy of men well familiar with one another but lacks altogether any of the tenseness of… oh, monogamy, exclusive devotion, jealousy. It’s just a jubilant ease which might lead anywhere.