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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 22:51:18 GMT -8
Mac paused for a very long moment, paw still trying to make soothing motions but freezing otherwise. "...What do you need ta run?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 26, 2011 22:52:58 GMT -8
Brachen couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 22:56:25 GMT -8
Mac trembled slightly. "Look, if your options are gettin' killed by the gan', gettin' killed by the law, or runnin', what do you need ta run?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 26, 2011 22:59:11 GMT -8
"But...I've lived here my whole life."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 23:06:05 GMT -8
"Do you want ta die here ta then?" Mac asked, pulling back slightly.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 26, 2011 23:13:35 GMT -8
Brachen shivered at the tone in Mac's voice. Shook. "No...No. I don't think I'm ready to die yet." He ran a hand over his forehead. "I suppose I'll need some of my clothes. And um-" his gaze lingered on Mac for a moment, before he tore his eyes away and looked at his books.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 23:20:32 GMT -8
Looking at him, Mac opened and closed his mouth, almost saying something before deciding against it. "Right," he muttered, rising. "Anythin' I can find and pack for you?" his voice shook as he asked it.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 26, 2011 23:22:40 GMT -8
Brachen rose from his couch. "Yeah, I'm going to need help. I can buy clothes. My money is hidden in a tin behind the icebox..."
There was a moment. "Mac, I know you can't come with me. That doesn't stop me from wanting it." He laughed. "You. With you I've felt stable."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 23:29:34 GMT -8
Freezing entirely Mac stopped halfway toward going for the money jar. "... Brachen," he said and his voice broke on the word. "Brachen, I..."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 26, 2011 23:31:50 GMT -8
Brachen looked down at the carpet, almost wished he hadn't said anything. "I know you can't come. And it'd make me a real bastard to ask you to...but I still think about you and I don't want to leave." Because the only thing that lay beyond that was the fabric of his own mind and he wasn't sure that was safe to walk on.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 23:35:02 GMT -8
Mac remained frozen for another moment before taking a stride forward, tilting Brachen's head back and kissing him, one paw cupping his face, the other one Brachen's waist.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 26, 2011 23:40:24 GMT -8
Brachen melted into the kiss. "I'm...going to miss you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 23:42:23 GMT -8
Mac's breath caught. "I, yeah. I don't..."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 27, 2011 11:18:58 GMT -8
"I don't have a lot of time," Brachen said, even as he pulled Mac closer. "Will you, ah, will you be okay?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 27, 2011 14:12:00 GMT -8
Mac buried his face in the crook of the other's neck. "Me? Sure. I'll be the same as always." He took another breath and stepped back, returning to what he had originally been going for, which was getting the money from behind the icebox.
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