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shorterpass2016-03-18 02:24 pm
bestsword) wrote in shorterpass2016-03-18 02:24 pm
MONSTER AU MASTERPOST
we know what we're here for :V
[Wash looks forward to Tucker visiting him. Well, okay. That's not accurate. He looks forward to it the same way you look forward to a sandwich after a long stint of not eating, or a hot bath after a long day on your feet when your joints are screaming. Which is to say: he kind of... yearns.
Which is embarrassing, for mister stoic ex-marine. So he tries to keep that shit under wraps. But when he hears the telltale beat of Tucker's wings, he gets up and goes to the door with that totally uncharacteristic smile on his face. Tucker just does something to him.]
Hey.
Which is embarrassing, for mister stoic ex-marine. So he tries to keep that shit under wraps. But when he hears the telltale beat of Tucker's wings, he gets up and goes to the door with that totally uncharacteristic smile on his face. Tucker just does something to him.]
Hey.
[Night time is great. Night time is great because it means humans sleeping, which means they're dreaming which means Tucker can get a read on what they like and get some food from it. Usually anyway. There's this one fucking house tho, most of the other monsters steer clear of it and Tucker can't begin to fathom why. Curiosity always gets the better of him so he glides on up to one of the windows and peeks in. Looks normal to him, climbs in and .... Yeah okay there's one dude asleep and that's perfect.
He moves to kneel down close by the bed and close his eyes to take a peek into this loser's dreams, sees blonde hair, right intelligent eyes, warm smile that radiates strength and the willingness to drop kick this nerd's ass. Hell, that's a good one. He can work with that. He gets to his feet and starts his shift, reaching to touch at the guy's hand against the bed and leans down to kiss his forehead.]
Church. [The fuck kinda name is 'Church' anyway. Weirdo.]
He moves to kneel down close by the bed and close his eyes to take a peek into this loser's dreams, sees blonde hair, right intelligent eyes, warm smile that radiates strength and the willingness to drop kick this nerd's ass. Hell, that's a good one. He can work with that. He gets to his feet and starts his shift, reaching to touch at the guy's hand against the bed and leans down to kiss his forehead.]
Church. [The fuck kinda name is 'Church' anyway. Weirdo.]
[He's been thinking about it for a while now, since they started meeting regularly. Tucker sat and thought about it, realizing how weird it was that he'd almost completely stopped hunting. Just unconsciously went to Wash every time he got hungry or wanted the company that wasn't Church or the others; when he wanted human company and boy was that a doozy of a realization. But he can't ignore the reality: he literally eats Wash's life away a little every time they're together and do anything more than general physical attention.
And he's not entirely okay with that thought.
He's exhausted, hasn't done a lot with him lately so he lands heavy, gets a hand on the doorframe to steady the landing and fuck fuck he loves that smile and that it's directed at him and for him.]
Wash, hey. [Try not to sound exhausted.] You come here often?
And he's not entirely okay with that thought.
He's exhausted, hasn't done a lot with him lately so he lands heavy, gets a hand on the doorframe to steady the landing and fuck fuck he loves that smile and that it's directed at him and for him.]
Wash, hey. [Try not to sound exhausted.] You come here often?
[there's a moment where he's not all there yet, still hazy and halfasleep. church twists his hand to grab at hers, and a genuine smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. he's know that voice anywhere, that curtain of blonde hair--]
[which cannot fucking possibly be hanging over him right now. she can't. she CAN'T be.]
What the fuck! [he's fully awake in an instant, scrabbling back against the headboard with panicky kicks, his heels skidding along the sheets.] What the fuck! What the fuck! [this has happened before, but it doesn't get easier. and it's never this intensely... well, real.]
[which cannot fucking possibly be hanging over him right now. she can't. she CAN'T be.]
What the fuck! [he's fully awake in an instant, scrabbling back against the headboard with panicky kicks, his heels skidding along the sheets.] What the fuck! What the fuck! [this has happened before, but it doesn't get easier. and it's never this intensely... well, real.]
Every now and again. [Tucker's trying his best to keep up a strong front, but Wash knows him well enough now it doesn't slide. He saw that stumble on the dismount, the way he wasn't flying quite even.]
Jesus. You really need to feed. [Well, Wash is more than happy to supply. Tucker is, bluntly, an amazing lay; Wash likes him; and there's that -- that something more, some kind of burgeoning feeling he can't name. Is it any wonder Wash has had more sex in a few months than in the rest of his entire life?
He goes for Tucker's arm, tugs him in a little, gently.]
Let's get you into bed.
Jesus. You really need to feed. [Well, Wash is more than happy to supply. Tucker is, bluntly, an amazing lay; Wash likes him; and there's that -- that something more, some kind of burgeoning feeling he can't name. Is it any wonder Wash has had more sex in a few months than in the rest of his entire life?
He goes for Tucker's arm, tugs him in a little, gently.]
Let's get you into bed.
[Oh holy shit. The minute Church is scrambling away, Tucker steps back, blinking slowly, hands out defensively.]
Whoa whoa, it's okay! [He drops the mimicked voice for his own, starts ssssslowly shifting back. This rarely, if ever, happens so it always catches him off guard. What's the story with this one then.]
I'm a friendly, promise! [His tail is twitching agitatedly and his wings small enough to be just barely visible but he's there and not looking like that woman anymore.]
Whoa whoa, it's okay! [He drops the mimicked voice for his own, starts ssssslowly shifting back. This rarely, if ever, happens so it always catches him off guard. What's the story with this one then.]
I'm a friendly, promise! [His tail is twitching agitatedly and his wings small enough to be just barely visible but he's there and not looking like that woman anymore.]
[Tucker lets himself be led in, almost loses his footing over the threshold but he smiles, shrinks his wings so it's easier to get in. It's nice sometimes to know someone worries for him, first time in centuries he can ever remember.]
Dude, come on, I just got here. Usually it's customary to buy like... Dinner or something first for you? That's how that goes right?
[You would think after this long he'd get how human courting customs work.]
Dude, come on, I just got here. Usually it's customary to buy like... Dinner or something first for you? That's how that goes right?
[You would think after this long he'd get how human courting customs work.]
Yeah, with humans. You may have noticed we eat food, not sex.
[Normally Tucker doesn't let himself go this long without it -- Wash would be more worried, but Tucker did show up, ostensibly to fix it. Maybe for Wash's company, too, but... he tries not to delude himself about his chances with an incubus. They're not really made for commitment.]
I'm not saying I wouldn't like dinner, but we can have it after you have your strength back.
[Normally Tucker doesn't let himself go this long without it -- Wash would be more worried, but Tucker did show up, ostensibly to fix it. Maybe for Wash's company, too, but... he tries not to delude himself about his chances with an incubus. They're not really made for commitment.]
I'm not saying I wouldn't like dinner, but we can have it after you have your strength back.
[his ribcage still heaving and eyes still wide, church stays frozen for a long moment. his breathing does eventually start to slow, especially as tucker starts shifting back to being himself. that's-- that's different. it's not her. it's not her.] Okay. Okay. What the... [get your thoughts in order, don't just repeat yourself.]
You... Who the fuck are you? What was that? [is he just hallucinating?]
You... Who the fuck are you? What was that? [is he just hallucinating?]
Ugh. [He groans, kinda kicking the door closed behind him but following easily enough.]
You'll pass out after that, no, you gotta eat first, Wash.
[It's been weeks since he's said his name and it feels like coming home to an old friend to say it. But he seriously really does worry for him. Maybe he can logic his way into stalling.]
Plus, you eat first, you have more energy, which is more for me later.
You'll pass out after that, no, you gotta eat first, Wash.
[It's been weeks since he's said his name and it feels like coming home to an old friend to say it. But he seriously really does worry for him. Maybe he can logic his way into stalling.]
Plus, you eat first, you have more energy, which is more for me later.
[his pulse is slowly sinking back to baseline, church slowly regaining his composure -- or the closest thing church has to it.] Inc-- oh, shit. [but then his cheeks are flushing, and he's sitting up straight with a scowl.] I don't dream about her! Don't fucking lie. I don't dream about her anymore.
Alright, alright. [Wash rolls his eyes jokingly.]
I don't know how much I have in the house to make anything, though. Would you accept a sandwich?
[He even opens the fridge, standing aside for Tucker to take a look, too. It's mostly salad fixings...]
I don't know how much I have in the house to make anything, though. Would you accept a sandwich?
[He even opens the fridge, standing aside for Tucker to take a look, too. It's mostly salad fixings...]
I'm due for my daily jog anyway. I could use the cardio.
[It's taken Wash forever to get flirty, but he manages it now and again, and Tucker's playing weirdly hard-to-get today. Maybe he's trying to coax Wash into it. Fine -- he's comfortable enough with Tucker now to come onto him without blushing... too bad.
Wash pulls out a few scant things from the fridge, taking them to the counter and rustling up some bread. He hasn't eaten in a while, so... at the very least, Tucker's right about that.]
[It's taken Wash forever to get flirty, but he manages it now and again, and Tucker's playing weirdly hard-to-get today. Maybe he's trying to coax Wash into it. Fine -- he's comfortable enough with Tucker now to come onto him without blushing... too bad.
Wash pulls out a few scant things from the fridge, taking them to the counter and rustling up some bread. He hasn't eaten in a while, so... at the very least, Tucker's right about that.]
[He moves out of the way, sits in a chair close by with his legs pulled up so he can watch. Humans eating is always so damn fascinating. Sometimes he thinks what it'd be like to get his life from it.
But nah sex is way better.]
Pft, right. Like you didn't do that before dawn this morning. Fuckin' nerd.
But nah sex is way better.]
Pft, right. Like you didn't do that before dawn this morning. Fuckin' nerd.
[if he didn't want a generous helping of bullshit on the side, he should have gone elsewhere to fill his cravings.]
[church's face is bright red in a matter of moments, darkening while he stammers.] I don't know! Some weird freaky demon magic! Who knows! Who cares! [puffed up like an angry cat, he crosses his arms and looks away, pouting fiercely.]
[church's face is bright red in a matter of moments, darkening while he stammers.] I don't know! Some weird freaky demon magic! Who knows! Who cares! [puffed up like an angry cat, he crosses his arms and looks away, pouting fiercely.]
[Yeah, he's not buying it. He knows what he does, he knows his procedure. This dude needs to learn.
Tucker climbs up onto the bed and sits cross-legged in front of him, tail just swishing in aggravation.]
I know, and I care because it's my fucking job! You were dreaming about her so that's what I used. 'Demon magic' is a load of bullshit, sorry to surprise you.
Tucker climbs up onto the bed and sits cross-legged in front of him, tail just swishing in aggravation.]
I know, and I care because it's my fucking job! You were dreaming about her so that's what I used. 'Demon magic' is a load of bullshit, sorry to surprise you.
I do it twice a day! That's not that weird!
[Normally Wash would be a uncomfortable being watched while he's eating -- he's uncomfortable being watched doing anything -- but Tucker's managed to wriggle himself into being labeled "non-threat" by Wash's brain. It's a bigger feat than it should be, and Wash is so damn grateful. He slaps together a sandwich fast, sliding into the chair across from Tucker.]
You been busy? Haven't seen you much.
[Normally Wash would be a uncomfortable being watched while he's eating -- he's uncomfortable being watched doing anything -- but Tucker's managed to wriggle himself into being labeled "non-threat" by Wash's brain. It's a bigger feat than it should be, and Wash is so damn grateful. He slaps together a sandwich fast, sliding into the chair across from Tucker.]
You been busy? Haven't seen you much.
[he bristles, turning back towards him and leaning forward from having pressed himself back against the baseboard to scowl at the intruder from within his personal space. this has been a sore subject for a little while now, but... not long enough. it's never long enough, when it comes to her.]
You're a load of bullshit! I'm over it, I have been for ages. Why would I still be thinking about her in my sleep? [church that's... that's not how dreams work... but who can blame him, really. ever since, it seems to be the only thing that anybody wants to talk to him about. when they don't have to, because he's FINE.]
[... he is really not reacting properly to the admitted otherwordly creature sitting across from him.]
You're a load of bullshit! I'm over it, I have been for ages. Why would I still be thinking about her in my sleep? [church that's... that's not how dreams work... but who can blame him, really. ever since, it seems to be the only thing that anybody wants to talk to him about. when they don't have to, because he's FINE.]
[... he is really not reacting properly to the admitted otherwordly creature sitting across from him.]
[Tucker huffs a bit, puffing one cheek out as he watches Church try to talk his way out of what Tucker knows for a fact. He could keep this argument going, sure, and probably win it in the end too.
But that's not getting him any closer to being fed.
He gradually leans his elbows on his knees, chin on one hand and watches him, all the venom gone from his voice when he speaks again.]
You're a weird dude, y'know that? I mean, not bad weird, just weird.
But that's not getting him any closer to being fed.
He gradually leans his elbows on his knees, chin on one hand and watches him, all the venom gone from his voice when he speaks again.]
You're a weird dude, y'know that? I mean, not bad weird, just weird.
[O... kay. Wash knows that these, normally, could never take up so much of Tucker's time that he can't fit in sex. Again, it's TUCKER. He prides himself on this shit! It's his job and hobby to have as much sex as humanly -- incubusly possible!]
Huh. Yeah, that sounds like Church. [Wash is letting him off the hook. It's pretty obvious. He chews his sandwich thoughtfully, inspecting Tucker's face as though trying to discern what he's really up to.]
Well, text me more, at least, would you? [He worries. Not that he'd SAY that.]
Huh. Yeah, that sounds like Church. [Wash is letting him off the hook. It's pretty obvious. He chews his sandwich thoughtfully, inspecting Tucker's face as though trying to discern what he's really up to.]
Well, text me more, at least, would you? [He worries. Not that he'd SAY that.]
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