goddamngrenades: (Oh you)
Agent York | Taylor Murray ([personal profile] goddamngrenades) wrote2015-04-15 03:46 pm
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beforeblue: (Solemn)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-06-03 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It freezes him for a moment, makes his breath stutter and halt and his eyes sting. It shouldn't. He knows that. Knows that this shouldn't be anything to get that much of a reaction from him. But it's been a long time since anyone has asked him what he wanted. They'd told him he was going to have Epsilon. They'd told him helping Charon was the only way he was ever going to be free. They'd told him to come to Chorus.

He can feel York's breath against his chest, over scars that he'd never had back then. He slides his fingers into York's hair, scratching lightly against his scalp. "Christ Taylor...You are about a million times too good for me. You were always too good for the Project."

He can't help but be awed by how York... Taylor... has come out of all the shit they've gone through and is still this kind of person. A good person. It makes his own actions that much more sickening.

"I want you to kiss me again. Can we start with that?"
Edited 2015-06-03 14:37 (UTC)
tactical_alert: (considering)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-03 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"And then along comes something better. But never the same." He won't ask what it felt like. He never does.

"I apologize for the way they stare. Hard not to notice someone like yourself around. I could put a little fear of god into them if it bothers you."
tactical_alert: (i c wut u did thar)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-03 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
A light scoff. But no comment otherwise. "I hope you're keeping track of where we are so you don't wander off and get lost again, Mr. Murray."
tactical_alert: (not sure if serious or trolling)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-03 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm hardly going to be your personal butler. Or GPS system." He makes a motion to the bustling room ahead of them. "Mess. Usually this busy, but god help you if you keep regular hours for this time zone; it's a madhouse."
tactical_alert: (Default)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Or something like it," he chuckles. "The food is edible. Sometimes it even passes for food."
beforeblue: (Before Epsilon)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-06-04 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I know it," Wash replies, deep and heartfelt. Taylor had been the best of them. He closes his eyes when York nuzzles against his jaw, letting out a shuddering breath and sliding his arms up to hook against the back of York's neck when they kiss.

It's a good kiss. Slower this time, taking their time to enjoy it rather than the desperate need they'd had up until now, although that still colours it. "Feels good," he says when they finally part and York is very very close. There's a warm flush on Wash's cheeks.
tactical_alert: (Default)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Go, fill your tray and your play to your stomach's content. I'll grab us a seat. Don't go overboard now."
tactical_alert: (and what have we here)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
It's been some time since anyone's called him that. The more formal types just go with Reed, the students Mr. Reed. The few friends he has, Malcolm. Mal? Not for a while.

He nods approval at the choices made. "I'm sure you'll be melting into bliss in no time, hm?"
tactical_alert: (not sure if serious or trolling)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, we aren't in Alaska of all places. Shipping food is easier. Stays fresher." A shrug. "A luck of location, really. We'll fatten you up in no time."
tactical_alert: (oh good lord HERE we go...)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
ignore it ignore it ignore it ignore the glancing eyes just cover your face and look at your notes

"Medical records indicate some weight loss. But if you'd rather keep that off, then we can work those calories and more off."
tactical_alert: (Default)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I won't be going easy on you. You could say that bruises build character. We'll try to work on that left side of yours. You may not be able to see, but if you reduce the chances of being attacked from that angle, or if you can predict an attack from that angle by reading your opponent, then you should be in better shape in that regard."
tactical_alert: (isn't this bloody well ironic)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He's really about to do something about that serious look, but it turns out that York is...perfectly fine with it.

Not sure what to make of this one. He's a different breed altogether. Not new. Lost his partner. By all means he should be washed up or too depressed to go on, but here he is.

"Until you aren't covered black and blue from head to toe, because then it will mean you're catching on." A light, polite smile.
tactical_alert: (considering)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-04 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Miss Moran, yes. From what I heard, quite the firecracker." A beat or two passes. "I'm sorry. If there's a way I can help you work past her as well..."