log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

[That's what he thought. Get a move on little bird. This bear is being pulled. Larry lays however he can with the kid, half on the couch not putting anymore weight than he has to on Freddy.]

You won't.

[Not in his book. The city is never going to ask what he thinks. Until that day he can only offer up his word.]

I'm right here, cowboy. I'm right fucking here.

[Lips touch his forehead. His paws touch against his stomach.]

Are you still hurting?

[orangetoughguy]

[Half on him, half not. That's how that's gonna work. Freddy locks his arms around Larry, green eyes half-lidding when he feels the other man's mouth on him.]

A little. I'll fuckin' live. [That's the goddamn important part.]

[whitetwoguns]

[This close Larry can breath in Marlboro, chocolate and booze flavoring Freddy's breath. His own eyes shut a few moments to appreciate the warmth of his skin. Not much bloodshed for putting a body to rest, no matter what he looks like. It don't matter. This here is worth fighting for, worth all the bullshit from all directions.]

You better. Don't make me go and get you. You wouldn't like it.

[He's mildy impressed with his own delivery, like it was possible. A long exhale and he opens his eyes again.]