#[ second sun // fiddlysticks ]

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#'' there's an art to life's distractions '' [ ooc ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ] #'' doing drugs by yourself is fun but with friends it's so much better '' [ crack ] #// (*casual marble hornets reference*) #// (i spent way longer than i'd care to admit on this meme)

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🛡️

🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm .

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Russell couldn't get his heartbeat or breathing under control. He knew he was borderline having a panic attack but knowing that didn't make it go away.

This was bound to happen sooner or later, with him being what he was and having to live life on the down-low. 'Human-passing', that's what Fletcher called it.

Oh but son of a bitch, this was bad. This was really, really bad.

Someone on the street knew what he was, either by seeing an inhuman slip in his façade or recognizing him from his initial escape and the subsequent hunt.

Russell had been yanked suddenly into an alleyway, cornered with all of his prey instincts keeping him frozen to the spot as this person detailed turning him in to the military for the money that'd been put on his head.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

He caught a glimpse of gold out of the edge of his vision behind the rather imposing stranger. It had his ears raising from where they'd pressed against his hair (his hat having been knocked off in the scramble) just seconds before a loud THWACK rang out and had them flattening once more.

It was followed by more, one right after the other, as the cane came down on the stranger.

"Locke-..."

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #'' i pulled him out by his hair like a weed '' [ answered ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ] #[ babe there's something tragic about you // rabbit chimera au ] #// hehehehehehehe this one was fun

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Locke: you know Fletcher's worried sick, don't you?

"Surprised anyone noticed that I was gone to begin with." Russell spat bitterly, arms crossed over his chest.

Three days without hide or hair, not a word or so much as a backwards glance, and this is how he chose to act when someone finally tracked him down (and in the depths of the Central City Library no less)?

Suffice to say that he has some explaining to do, that's if you can get him to talk first, and that's about as easy as moving a nest of bald-faced hornets.

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #'' i pulled him out by his hair like a weed '' [ answered ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ]

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💭

(//I'm doing it right this time i swear i can read)

"Tiny dumbass."

"Maybe if he'd stop being so repressed, he'd be happier, but the only way he's gonna stop being repressed is if he listens to me."

"Gods, give me strength."

"He's my friend and I love him but I am seriously about to start cracking eggs in his shoes."

"STOP BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE!"

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #'' i pulled him out by his hair like a weed '' [ answered ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ]

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"he needs to stop passing me the bong"

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#'' i pulled him out by his hair like a weed '' [ answered ] #'' there's an art to life's distractions '' [ ooc ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ] #// my friend is a dumbass by their own admission #// posting it anyway bc it's funny

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A large, light blond raccoon creeps up to the pumpkin with malicious intent.

He'd have to be fully blind not to notice Locke slinking his fuzzy ass up next to the now hollowed gourd.

He'd also have to be Okuyasu Nijimura levels of stupid not to sense the malintent radiating off of him.

"Whatever you think you're about to do, don't."

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #'' i pulled him out by his hair like a weed '' [ answered ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ] #[ i found something in the woods somewhere // nerve plant dryad au ] #// Hello This Took Me Two Fucking Months To Answer

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smashed

"You've gotta be shitting me..." Russell sighed to himself upon seeing Locke sprawled out over the couch. The man was clearly drunk; if the messages Locke had sent weren't evidence enough of that, this scene certainly was.

"So, auh...you feeling alright there, sunshine?" Dealing with intoxicated people wasn't Russell's forte, and this was the first time seeing Locke do anything besides hunch over a laptop typing up spreadsheets or whatever, so color him stoked (/s).

"You let Dionysus whisper sweet nothings in your ear, didn't you?"

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #'' i pulled him out by his hair like a weed '' [ answered ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ] #{ tw: drinking } #{ tw: alcohol } #// slowly changing around my tagging system here #// also fuck me this is an old ask jesus

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"you don't even have to ask, just come here."

Russell hesitated at the offer, though calling it an offer was pushing it. He thought he was getting better at accepting affection, physical or otherwise, but the few seconds too long pause was a harsh reminder that he still had a long ways to go.

"You're not gonna let me say 'no', are you?" There was no point in arguing. Locke was too stubborn and Russell knew that he didn't have the energy to fight it today.

Still, with some tentativeness he sank into Locke's arms. "...thanks..."

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #'' i pulled him out by his hair like a weed '' [ answered ] #[ second sun // fiddlysticks ]