open smut post

[mundaati]

OPEN POST
-my muselist is here
-mention who you want in the subject line
-leave me a prompt/picture/whatever
-???
-profit

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TLC Abomination Style

[redhott]

[ Time has literally lost its meaning since the battle against Duncan and The Platinum Priestess began. Everything moved so fast, and yet once it was all over and debriefings were initiated by the military brass (under The Commander's supervision, of course), it feels like Kyle has been walking dead for days. The only thing that's kept him upright is Spooky's healing touch—More specifically his kiss. Nothing hurts, but those debriefings took it out of everyone on the team. He can feel it in all of them as they scatter to the four winds to lick their wounds and center themselves.

Amanda said they should count themselves lucky they got away in forty-eight hours at all. Probably thanks to the minors on their team, she assumed. Kyle will take what he can get; they'll be back again soon for more sessions, but for now he's home. And with company.

Spooky's been over to his apartment more times than he can count, although now it suddenly feels different. He's felt things inside Spooks that he thought only existed in his frayed psyche. That's made him feel rather dependent on him right now, almost inseparable as they both figure out what it all means. ]

Umm, you want anything to drink? Water or something?

[ It seems such a weird and mundane question to ask after everything that's happened, but... ]

[2spoopy4u]

[ This wasn't Spooky's first time getting debriefed by the military, and it sucked as much as ever. Maybe sucked even more than usual because even though he was physically better thanks to his magic healing him, deep down a part of him feels scraped raw.

He died. He was dead. Legitimately dead. Until Kyle pulled him back with fire.

When everyone was finally released he ended up sticking with Kyle, barely even thinking about how they made the decision almost at the same moment. Neither of them wanted to be alone. And now he's standing in Kyle's apartment, hands in his pockets and feeling more out of place than he ever has. Maybe because before they were just bros hanging out. Now they're... something else. Labels are weird. ]

Nah, dude. I kind of just wanna lie and maybe sleep for a few years. Don't tell me you aren't tired, they barely let us take a nap during debrief.

[redhott]

I dunno how I'm still standing. [ It's in agreement with Spooky. He, too, feels hollowed out by this experience. ] I'm sure as soon as I sit that'll be it for me.

My bed's ready for the crashing.

[ It's not particularly clean or made up; although, that's never stopped either of them before. ]

You sure you don't need anything, though?