whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

'Well if it wasn't, then you're a goddamn masochist for coming back so often.' Remi snaps back in return, as if being cruel might somehow thicken his own skin against the words Ronin was saying. Words that very much were hitting all their intended marks.

After nothing but fluids and saltines to say that Ronin tasted divine wasn't far from the truth. The musician would have torn out all of his IVs and tubes himself if it wouldn't bring the nurses running (which he knew from experience it absolutely would). "I'm sorry." Remi repeats, sounding far more breathless and weak than he had moments ago when he was shouting insults. One of his hands braces against the window while the other tangles around Hallway's hip to steady himself. Sinking to the floor sounds like a great idea just now, if not for the plastic tethers that demand he stay upright.

"I fuc—" Ronin's lips warm him in a way that the heating pad on his bed simply can't compete with, and Remi finds himself dangerously melting into the tentative embrace. With shaking knees and waves of cold nausea sloshing against his ankles, the musician's lips become tighter and thin against Hallway's as he struggles for balance. "I fucked..up.." He pants. Behind him, is O2 monitor begins to drop. "..I got in my head. But I really.." Irish's eyes were blazing blue now and his lips were so pink they look stained. Had he come in here like that?

"..I really wanted to.." go away with you. I had so many things planned. Why was that so hard to say? "..be.." It was like thinking through molasses, and jesus who turned down the heat? He'd have to talk to Isla about that.

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!