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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

"Mal." He screws the top onto the flask- still half full and honestly, he doesn't need more. "I'm drunk. Use small words and steps of logic. Mkay?"

[tactical_alert]

"But not drunk enough to not be able to have a coherent conversation about memory-flavoured still booze. Okay then."

[goddamngrenades]

"s'a conversation I've had a lot with Delta. He didn't get it either." He shrugs and flops over onto his side, peering at Malcolm. "Not a lotta people do till they've done a drop or three. Till they drift and it takes."

[tactical_alert]

"Then I'll understand when we drift." A shrug of his shoulders while the pot is brewing. "Because then you won't need to say anything with words, because I'll have all of your thoughts and memories."

[goddamngrenades]

"...Do you mind? I= um. Crowds make me sort of. Anxious." That's the best way to put it, really.

[goddamngrenades]

"I will wake you up with another one, fair?" He kisses Wash's forehead and rolls over, tangling their legs together. "It's okay to give a damn, alright? I know that kinda got beat out of us but- it's okay."

[goddamngrenades]

"...yeah, about that." A beat. "Don't linger in them. LIke- it'll be hard but the first Drift is the roughest. You'll want to either stick in your own to revisit something important or get caught up poking around in me. Stay in the present."

[tactical_alert]

"Don't chase the rabbit. We're all taught that. But everything's still there even when you're not in the drift, right? Just a whole other life of memories and thoughts and experiences that aren't yours to flip through."

[goddamngrenades]

"Not at first. Depends on the pair. Some people get it second, third time they drift. Sometimes it never happens at all. Carolina and I didn't get that close till our sixth drop." He shrugs, reaching over to pat Mal's leg. "It'll be okay."

[tactical_alert]

"I know you get used to it and it becomes second nature. I just cannot, personally, imagine it. It seems too intimate." Ding coffee's done. What a convenient time for him to pour them some cups. "Do you want to talk it out beforehand? Do you want to fuck me instead?"

[goddamngrenades]

"..." That- what? what. He has to prop himself up on his elbows to look at him seriously for a moment and he's drunk so it's probably not the best time but. Er. "...Was that an offer? Or a question? Cuz- I mean. What do you want?"

[beforeblue]

"I think that's acceptable, yeah," Wash replies. The kiss is warm, intimate in a way that was very different to sex, but no less important. "It's dangerous," he says earnestly. "It gets you hurt, one way or another. It's hard to let that happen again."

[tactical_alert]

"It was a question, Taylor. I was asking what it was you preferred." Here, take your stupid coffee.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm good with either?" based on if Mal actually consents or not but the words aren't coming out right and he can't articulate it all that well. "Second one only if you want it to. I mean. If you- want that? Then sure?"

[goddamngrenades]

"So? We get hurt. We get up again, we walk it off." He shrugs. "Can't keep the world away forever, David. Took me a long time to figure that out."

[tactical_alert]

"Drink your coffee. Would you rather deal with the headache of going into a drift without anything to back it up?"

[goddamngrenades]

"No. I'd rather know something going in." He cradles the mug to his chest, shifting so he's sitting upright again, ugh. But he sips and thinks and worries that somehow he's saying the wrong thing. "What do you wanna know about me? I can start there."

[tactical_alert]

"I don't know. Tell me whatever you want to tell me, if you want to talk. So long as it doesn't have anything to do with Carolina."

[beforeblue]

He laughs a little, unhappy despite it. "It was caring that made the Director do what he did." He'd loved Allison so much she'd become his obsession. "Look where that got us."

He closes his eyes. "It worries me okay? Either side I choose I'm a monster."

[goddamngrenades]

"Mkay. Um. I'm an only child. My parents are working in the Hong Kong shatterdome on drift tech. I like long walks on the beach that end in a shower because sand gets fucking everywhere. My favorite flavor of ice cream is salted caramel. Before I joined the military I had a record as long as I am tall that had to do with breaking and entering because I was bored." He slurps a bit of coffee to clear his head. "I'm bi. Kissed my first boy at fourteen and slept with my first girl at sixteen. Hence the shitty lube flavor."

[goddamngrenades]

"It was not learning to let go that made him do what he did. We lost people. We'll always lose people, getting bitter over it, clinging too hard to the past? That's what made it wrong." He combs his fingers through David's hair, nuzzling his temple. "How does helping this side make you a monster?"

[tactical_alert]

Well, that's a lot of random tidbits all at once. Taylor does always seem to need direction. "Shitty lube flavour because you were young and didn't know any better?"

[goddamngrenades]

"It was supposed to make giving oral easier but honestly i would've done better without. Have since then. Um...I am good at and enjoy giving oral. Since we're on the subject. I do not like flavored lube it's all too sweet and- ugh. Yeah, no. Flavored condoms are also right out. I'm clean, got tested a few months ago and that guy last night was also clean so if the second thing becomes a thing we won't have to worry about anything?"

[tactical_alert]

"Okay." He wasn't asking but okay. Whatever. "No flavours. Got it. What else, or is it my turn?"

[beforeblue]

He shouldn't let this go on. It makes things too hard. But moving just... isn't going to happen. He's already too invested. "You think there aren't thousands of innocent people on the side of the Feds? People who are too scared to defect. It's a civil war, not aliens trying to wipe us out. It's messy."