CALL ME OUT

[heliakon]

-Call out post! Not just limited to characters listed above, if you know I play someone they're fair game!
-give a prompt - text, pictures, etc. or write your own!
-AUs, canons or in game-verse is totally fine!

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william "HONOORRR" laurence

[iskierka_no]

[It's been a while since he's set foot in Australia. It's just as vast and strange as the first time he was here, and probably still as dangerous. Though he shouldn't worry about Laurence, not with his heavyweight dragon guarding him like a mother hen, but that doesn't stop the slithering creep of anxiety. They had parted on such awkward terms, yet that ache in his chest reminded him of a connection long neglected.]

[What if they couldn't find them in the interior? What if they didn't want to be found? It's a silly, childish worry that he might find himself regected, glow denied and damned. Laurence had a habit of sliding back into bad habits when left to his own devices. What if, what if, what if.]

[If Granby keeps fretting he's going to drop dead of a heart attack before they even find him.]

[Of course, having a brightly colored fire-breather helps in flagging Temeraire down, who happily leads them to a half constructed pavilion, rambling all the while about all their plans. He only half listens, and all but throws himself from Iskierka's back once they land. Where the hell is he?]

Laurence! [Stop hiding, damn you.]

[temeraire_no]

[ Hammond had done his job well enough, laying out the situation and tempting him with the promise of a restored rank and a chance to regain the honor he'd lost in exile. But the ache in his chest, the empty hollow feeling that's something like hunger but also rather more like longing has him conflicted. Those few stolen moments with Granby before his soulmate was sent once more unto the breach were life-changing. Desperate kisses amidst the scent of leather and harness oil that lingered long after the man was gone. He still dreams of him at times, though the taste has faded as all things held in memory are wont to do.

The gold captain's bars sit in his hut still while Laurence himself goes off into the scrub to make sure the bunyips aren't encroaching on their territory in retaliation for Temeraire's previous scolding. Even before he spots the familiar serpentine shape of Iskierka flying overhead he feels the glow in his chest flare. ]

...John.

[ There is no thought in his mind as he tears through the brush back toward camp. It is irrational, the desperation pounding in his chest as he makes his way. It spurs him to provide a final burst of speed as he hears John calling his name. The ache in his chest became more like hunger than longing as he bursts out into the open, chest heaving from the effort expended. In this moment he can't find the words he needs. All he can do is stare and struggle to find his voice. ]

John... [ In the end words are thrown aside in favor of bridging that distance between them to draw Granby into a tight embrace as the light in his chest pulses with the rightness of being so close. ]