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 2015-07-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
He feels weak and drained in the best possible way once York is done with him. The focussed attention of York's tongue against his sensitive flesh is more intense now somehow, makes him whine , and then he gives York a dazed, but sated sort of look. He rolls over, throws an arm over York's chest.

"How the fuck am I supposed to go to work after that?"
beforeblue: (Before Epsilon)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-07-13 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Wash gives him a thoroughly sceptical look. "I can't do that." That's his first reaction, the instinct. He doesn't take days off. He isn't sure that he remembers how to take time off. He works, he trains, he sleeps. He presses closer to York side, unwilling to let him go yet. "Run away with me," he says impulsively. It's mostly a joke. "Let's just... run away. Other side of the planet. Hole up somewhere. Do whatever we want."
tactical_alert: (considering)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-07-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm, no, my family is only big on more...traditional traditions. Mass on Christmas. And a lot of food. Sometimes I'd do a Bond marathon in my room for New Years, but that's about it, I suppose."
beforeblue: (Freelancer)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-07-13 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
He huffs in protest when York tries to pull away. He really doesn't want to move. Really doesn't want to leave the room. There's responsibilities outside. Reports to be made. Plans to figure out. It's complicated outside. "You'll get wrinkles if you worry too much."

He squeezes York more tightly for a moment before reluctantly letting him go. Tomorrow there will be another thing that York has to do. It's a nice way of letting him down.

"If you get shot, i will never let you live it down. I will fucking mock your motherfucking ghost if that's what it takes."
beforeblue: (Serious)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-07-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Does Palomo know which side he's aiming at, is the question." The jibe could be a lot crueler than he makes it, but it's tinged with good humour. He kisses back, catching every bit of skin that he can until York pulls away.

"Wow, you really did think of everything," Wash says when he hands the hub over. "Is this part of some nefarious plan I should be worried about?" He's touched by how thoughtful it is.

And then comes the stretches. And those Wash happily observes, lying on his back, head tilted over the edge of the bed as he watches York do his workout.
tactical_alert: (perfectly comfy here thanks)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-07-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Any other marathons I should be warned about?" he asks with a sly little grin, tilting his head a bit to look up at York. "Maybe we should spread them out over the year. I doubt kaiju stop to celebrate major holidays at the end of the year, if they even know what a year is."
beforeblue: (Before Epsilon)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-07-13 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Well... good choice then." Hooray for coincidence.

He's normally up and finished with stretches and his morning workout by now and here he is, still in bed, half asleep, even as he watches York do the same. He grins wickedly at him. "I bet you like that, don't you? The idea of me just... wandering around your room naked. Maybe I will just laze around all day like this. Knowing that you're out there, training rookies, and thinking about it."
tactical_alert: (relaxing the stiff upper lip)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-07-13 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"This is ridiculous." But his tone says in the best way possible. "Got along with your family, did you? To make movie marathons for the holidays a tradition of yours."
beforeblue: (Before Epsilon)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-07-13 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what you get for playing dead," Wash replies lightly. "If you don't leave a forwarding address..." Then how can you be expected to be kept up to date on your former comrade's slow descent into insanity and murder?

He clutches a hand against the back of York's neck when they kiss, holding him there for as long as he can, until he absolutely has to let go. It's an awkward position, but they make it work. "The sooner you go, the sooner you can get back, right?"
tactical_alert: (relaxing the stiff upper lip)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-07-13 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"You can tell them you found a new partner. Share the good news."
tactical_alert: (hmm?)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-07-13 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm--I'm sorry, what? No, she doesn't have to do that. Tell her not to do that. I don't need any sweaters."
tactical_alert: (hmm?)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-07-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe! If I ever meet her! Which I won't. Why does she do this."
beforeblue: (Broken)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-07-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He makes one short trip back to his own room to grab some stuff, dressed in his sweat pants and one of York's shirts. Grabs what he needs and then wraps himself back up in York's bed, a movie playing on the tablet.

On his own tablet, he starts to compile his files. Every scrap of information he has on Charon, on the Feds, on the Counsellor. All the official stuff is easy. The less legit stuff takes a bit more work, but he manages it. Supplements it all with his own notes, observations, anything that might be useful to York when he-

It'll have to be the communications. If he can get those working again, get rid of the dampening, then that makes a lot of things much easier. He can take Charon's mercenaries if he can surprise them. As long as Carolina isn't there then it should be fine.

The last bit is a recording. A confession. An apology. A last will and testament. Whatever.

Locks it all down with his own encryption, saves it to a hard drive that slides over the back of one of the dogtags he still wears. Wipes the tablet. Just in case.

He's drowsing, half asleep as he watches a movie when York returns with dinner.