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wylan van eck ([personal profile] kidgloved) wrote2021-05-09 10:01 am

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triggerguard: (You're putting up your armor)

[personal profile] triggerguard 2021-07-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Be selfish, then. Hell is going to do what it wants, might as well spit in the face of it and do what we want, too. [There was an odd peace in knowing that Wylan was just as, if not more, selfish than him in this. That he wanted. He has a feeling that he's right about Hell and the demands it will make of them, but he's also certain it's nothing more than they've stared down before.]

Nothing worth having is ever easy. [They knew that truth better than most anyone. Their crew had literally crawled and scraped their way out of the bottom of the Barrel. ] I'm willing to work at it if you are.
triggerguard: (Standing on the cliff face)

[personal profile] triggerguard 2021-07-03 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
We already know it's a possibility. I doubt we'll be able to avoid everything Hell tries to throw at us. [They may have their luck at dodging consequences, but luck can only run for so far before it eventually runs out. It's a reality they had to consider.] So...we keep talking. No secrets. If something happens, we should...let each other know.

[That's the best solution. He wasn't going to intentionally seek out other people with the idea of falling into bed with them. That didn't mean Hell wouldn't find a way to lure them in all the same.]
triggerguard: (Keep looking for distraction)

[personal profile] triggerguard 2021-07-03 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[There had only ever been one secret he kept close to his chest; for survival back in Ketterdam, for his father's sanity and peace of mind in Novyi Zem. And it was a secret Wylan knew, so what reason would he have to hide anything else?] I don't like secrets much either.

[So there wouldn't be any. He hoped that would be the easier part to keep to.

He looks up after Wylan presses his lips to his temple, a slow smile crossing his lips as he reaches up to pull Wylan in closer. His hand curls at the back of Wylan's neck, dragging him in till their foreheads touched.
] More than okay, Wy. [A statement he punctuates with a kiss, brief and fleeting, but a kiss all the same.]