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goneawayworld2021-05-03 11:49 am
runes_brand) wrote in goneawayworld2021-05-03 11:49 am
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What Do You Normally Do When I'm Gone?
Who: Brand & you!
What: Rune goes home. Brand reacts.
Where: Around the Rig
When: After Honeyplank & the Riot
Warnings/Notes: Brand-typical swearing, TBA
Brand is on his way to lunch when the bottom drops out of his world. Between one moment and the next, Rune is gone.
Rune's not dead, he tells himself over the hammering of his heart. He's not dead, he's fine, he's fine, he's back home, he's with Addam and the kids, he's fine--
He's running before he even realizes he's in motion, though he's not sure where. Toward the hole in the center of him, probably.
He's fine, he's fine, he's fine, he's fine...
--
He stuffs Rune's sheets in the vents so that Jorgmund can't take them and toss them in the wash. They're sweaty and gross, Rune runs hot at the best of times, but Brand isn't thinking straight. He's desperate to keep what he's got. How long is he going to be kept here alone? Rune said he'd been here a month before Brand showed up, was he going to be here long enough to even them out? Longer?
Bile rises in his throat, along with the urge to scream. He hates this. He hates being separated from Rune, he's always hated it; everything feels sharp and bruised and wrong when he can't feel Rune's existence on the other end of their Companion bond. He doesn't know how Corinne did it when Kevan died, he doesn't want to know.
He wants Rune. Fuck, he just wants Rune.
He leavestheir his their bunk to go find somewhere else to hide. He can't be here right now.
What: Rune goes home. Brand reacts.
Where: Around the Rig
When: After Honeyplank & the Riot
Warnings/Notes: Brand-typical swearing, TBA
Brand is on his way to lunch when the bottom drops out of his world. Between one moment and the next, Rune is gone.
Rune's not dead, he tells himself over the hammering of his heart. He's not dead, he's fine, he's fine, he's back home, he's with Addam and the kids, he's fine--
He's running before he even realizes he's in motion, though he's not sure where. Toward the hole in the center of him, probably.
He's fine, he's fine, he's fine, he's fine...
--
He stuffs Rune's sheets in the vents so that Jorgmund can't take them and toss them in the wash. They're sweaty and gross, Rune runs hot at the best of times, but Brand isn't thinking straight. He's desperate to keep what he's got. How long is he going to be kept here alone? Rune said he'd been here a month before Brand showed up, was he going to be here long enough to even them out? Longer?
Bile rises in his throat, along with the urge to scream. He hates this. He hates being separated from Rune, he's always hated it; everything feels sharp and bruised and wrong when he can't feel Rune's existence on the other end of their Companion bond. He doesn't know how Corinne did it when Kevan died, he doesn't want to know.
He wants Rune. Fuck, he just wants Rune.
He leaves
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At least last time, he could fantasize about shanking the Tower while they'd been alone in the car. He wouldn't have, of course, because the Tower was protecting Rune and Rune had told Brand to stay behind, but he at least had an unpleasant face to pin the blame on. Maybe he should take a look at Jorgmund's org chart, find one here that he can blame.
Fuck, he just wants to go home.
I'm not going to be good company," he says, as though he ever is. "You wanna go back to what you were doing, go ahead. But..." Fuck, this is pathetic. "...I wouldn't mind company either."
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South gives a needlessly dramatic roll of her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you say that like either of us are what anyone calls 'good company' on a fuckin' good day, let alone on a bad one."
She shifts to sit down properly, instead of the 'ready to get up at any time' sort of crouch she was in. It's not like she doesn't spend most of her days training anyway, and the fact Brand actually came as close as that to asking for the company? Nah, she's not going back to what she was doing.
But she'll save them both some dignity by not saying it outright.
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Brand snorts in acknowledgment that she's not wrong about how both of them are generally shit company, but only by most people's standards. By their own, there's no one -- well, no one currently on the Rig -- that Brand would rather sit with right now. South's not going to fuss over him or act like it's a big deal, even though it obviously is. She's just gonna sit. Maybe they'll spar once he feels less like he's dying. It's...good knowing that there's someone who isn't going to treat him like he's made of glass just because he's walking wounded. He hates that shit.
He doesn't do anything so obvious as lean against her, but he does breathe a little easier and uncurl just a bit.
"...Thanks."
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South shrugs one shoulder, lets her head drop back against something behind her with a thunk. "Eh, don't mention it."
The subtle change isn't lost on her, but she says nothing else, because she doesn't need to. They've said all they need to say right now. More, really, than she knows she'd usually have ever said.
So, she just... sits. Company without coddling or expectation.