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He relaxes ever so slightly as Jimmy begins to talk again. He listens with rapt attention and can’t help the little giggles that fall from her lips at his enthusiasm and genuine care. It isn’t something she’s used to in the slightest. “You worry too much. I am in fact, one hundred percent sure,” he repeats, the second sentence being a terrible mock of Jimmy’s voice.

Love and belonging bubble up in her chest and leave her giddy with warm feelings. This is all he’s ever wanted… to be given the excuse to stay. To be given the chance to love. “I love you,” he says, softer, but still just as meant as the repeated sobs of earlier. What a far cry they were from that now…

On that same line of thinking, he connects their lips again; one hand cupping his face and an arm around his neck. Once again, as a contrast to earlier, it is languid and exploring, no longer a desperate display of sharp emotion and hurt.

It almost feels like a redo of their first kiss, though that warm campfire from earlier still blazes and warms her soul like nothing she’s ever felt. Like this, Scott notices things he hadn’t been able to earlier. Like the way Jimmy’s stubble scratches at her face slightly, or the fact that he tastes a little salty with a hint of spice from Tumble Town’s cuisine and a hard days work; or even the way his lips are slightly chapped, though plush and full. It’s perfect.

Escaped from his earlier fear, Jimmy finds that Scott’s kiss reminds him of a bright field of tulips in an array of colours; their petals rustled in a gentle breeze mostly from the nearby windmill. It is delicate, and maybe a little hesitant but lovely all the same. She tastes like strawberries and chamomile, the sweetest, loveliest thing he’s ever tasted.

Scott pulls back a few minutes later with a tender smile, though still close enough to feel each other’s breath on their faces. With a chest full of adoration, he bumps and rubs their noses together as she strokes his cheek with her thumb. “I love you,” Scott repeats a little breathlessly. “Please help me clean up?” He requests with a cute tilt of his head.

Scott lands in Tumble Town hair windswept from flight but still intact in its usual long braid.

“Oh, Jimmy!” He calls flirtatiously.

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Jimmy takes a deep, nervous breath, plastering a smile on his face. The muscles in his face are more string than proper connective tissue, end up in more of an awkward grin.

“Hey, darlin’. How was the flight over?’

His tone is confident, disguising the panic at seeing a pretty boy. Sue him, he’s a cowboy- of course he’s gay.

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[ art credit: "The Lute Player" by Theodor Rombouts ]

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What would you do if i trapped you in a box? it's made of bulletproof glass and encased in permanent darkness.

Is that not already the life I’m headed for..……?

[The thought, if he could do anything other than stew in his own misery and wait for Jimmy to come home everyday, would draw a choked sob from the lips of the halfway to broken, not quite human if the sound would come. All it does in this moment is make her face wet.

Weeks have passed since skin was turned to glass and muscle and bone and blood had become nothing but hollow emptiness. Scott finds her body hurts too much to even attempt movement. Half the size she used to be and growing smaller by the day, no longer the adventurer he always had been and certainly not the leader of Chromia anymore with the way she hasn’t seen anything but her bedroom in maybe a month. It hurts. The hurt is useless. She herself is useless.

Some part of him wishes desperately for Joel to come back and finish the job he’d started. Even if it meant being actually played with, dehumanised beyond belief (isn’t that already what’s happened?) and made into something irrecognisable, she thinks it may just be better than this.

When Joel ceases his radio silence, Scott will welcome him, as docile as lamb being led to slaughter. Or rather- as polite and quiet as a doll being placed in its dollhouse at the end of a long play session. Ready and already wishing for the next time it’ll be dusted off and held lovingly after being forgotten; a process that’ll repeat over and over and over and over and over again.]

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Grajdulaly wattermepm 🍉🍉

(idk if i already sent you one but uh. Gradually watermelon!)

Wow… real nice sending this to the person who is gradually becoming a doll 🙄

Did Joel send more people to rub it in my face? I can’t do this

Does his abhorrent disregard for humans know no bounds?

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I'm not even gonna try hide this one he knows you know

How do I get out without letting him know I'm gone until he can't follow me?

- @demigodofstratos

He knows I know… what exactly?

Can you even understand this?

If I knew how to escape Joel’s watchful eyes I would have done so before I was like this

Sorry, you don’t deserve me snapping at you, you’re just a kid. Sorry. It’s been a…… rough couple of weeks…

I really don’t know how you can get out of there, and I would tell you if I did

He can’t possibly make this any worse for me, for talking to you right?

but I wish you the best of luck Hermes, stay safe

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under control…

You’re a monster

hey dad what's going on?

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What's going on? What do you mean bud? Everything is normal!

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Scott is kind of silent the whole time, listening to the man ramble and show him where things are, taking in the cozy, homey feeling of Jimmy’s home. He’s never seen, or been anywhere like it, and the feeling of needing to see it more is heady. The arm Jimmy puts around her waist is warm and strong, the thought makes Scott’s face flush a soft pink colour. There’s something… new, bubbling in his chest, an emotion? A feeling? Something Scott’s never experienced before dances around his chest, casting rays like the desert sun in his heart. This new thing is… maybe the best thing she’s ever felt in her life. Like being cared for perhaps, or loved, or maybe even wanted, it’s a mix of all of those things and more she decides. Mulling it over as Jimmy talks. Scott doesn’t know what this is, but it’s something she’d like to experience everyday. He can just picture it:

(Scott sighs as she lands on the doorstep of their home. It had been a long day out in the fields and he was ready to relax with his boyfriend, fiancée, husband. They had lived together for a couple of years now and both of their empires were doing better than ever.

Scott smiles as he enters their home, the heavy scent of spice in the air from whatever Jimmy had decided he wanted to make for dinner. It had come as a wonderful surprise that Jimmy was an incredible cook, he’d made her her first ever home cooked meal right here after they’d first gotten together.

“Sweetheart? I’m home,” he calls a little wearily as he hangs his coat and hat next to Jimmy’s own, as well as taking off his boots and setting those next to his husband’s as well.

Scott immediately brightens at the sight of his sheriff coming to greet him from the kitchen. Jimmy’s blonde curls were messy with the days work and his sheriff’s hat, and there’s a little bit of flour on his cheekbone from whatever he had been cooking, all matched with a loving smile and adoring eyes.

“Hey darlin’, welcome home,” he greets, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a quick kiss, “How was everythin’ out in Chromia?”

The half-elf hums with the affection, “It’s alright handsome, happy to be home with you though. How was work here? Get that new home built? I swear you’re gonna need to stop building this stuff yourself soon, Tumble Town’s just getting too big,” he laughs.

“It was what it was, n’ you can keep sayin’ it but I ain’t gon’ stop. I like the work too much, beats out paperwork any day,” he makes a face at the end.

“You’re such a drama king,” Scott giggles.

Jimmy’s arms tighten around his waist and Scott melts into it with a pleased sound. She lays her head on his chest as her eyes flutter closed, soaking in the steady descent to relaxation. That is until Jimmy pulls away, “Ji-”

“Mm nm, no protests sugar, I gotta make sure our dinner don’t burn. I’ll hold you all you want after we eat, promise.”

Scott whines but lets him lead her by the waist into the kitchen anyways. There’s new photos alongside the originals, from their wedding mainly, but also some other special occasions.

She flops into a dining chair and pouts as Jimmy pulls away completely to continue cooking. “So unfair,” he says playfully, laying his head on his arms as he watches his husband in one of his many elements.

“N’ I’m the dramatic one,” Jimmy shakes his head at his husband’s antics. Years ago he would’ve never thought this possible, that Scott would settle down and give in to her wildest dreams of staying. Jimmy is so glad he did though.

As he stirs the pot of chili, his wedding band catches the light, Jimmy always gets so soft whenever he looks at it. It’s a simple thing, neither of them had wanted something flashy, but it was more than perfect.

“We both are, it’s part of the reason you love me so much?”

He turns to make eye contact with Scott, adoring cyan meeting exasperatedly fond brown, “It is darlin’, I love you very much.”

“I know you do, I love you too Jimmy.”

Whatever his husband was cooking smelled wonderful and familiar. He’d eat whatever it was as usual, even if it were poisone, (No matter how much her saying that messed with her partner) she knows he’d never do that, she still means it all the same.

Time passes with a syrupy-goldenness as Scott lays at the table, his eyelids droopy with a sudden over-tiredness. He gives a small yawn and lets the feeling take over, there isn’t really another option when he’s as relaxed as he is. So with the noise of her partner’s movements in the background, Scott drifts into a wonderful, dreamless, sleep.

When Scott wakes up, it’s to a hand in her hair and Jimmy crouched in front of her, “Hey doll, tired?” Jimmy asks softly once he notices Scott is awake.

“Mhm, sorry, I didn’t mean-” he’s cut off by a yawn, “I didn’t mean to.” She blinks slowly, steadily coming back to the waking world.

“No apologies Scottie, we’ll go have a lie down after dinner and a shower, m’kay?”

“Yes please.”

“Good. You go wash up now darlin’, dinner’ll be done in ten minutes,” he presses a kiss to Scott’s head and goes back to the kitchen.

Scott groans and stretches as he sits up, sometimes he wishes Jimmy was slightly less caring of a husband and would just carry her upstairs to sleep for the night. Alas, he wasn’t, and it was one of the many things he loved about the man.

Scott gets up and walks drowsily into the bathroom, taking in his appearance in the mirror once he’s at the sink.

He’s much chubbier than when they first got together. She used to be a stick, bones peaking through skin if it weren’t for the muscle he’d garnered as adventurer and builder, but now he has a small muffin top and love handles, and Jimmy loves it, so he couldn’t even really be upset with the change. Not that she was, he still thinks he looks damn good.

There had been other changes too, cosmetic ones. Under his clothes lie a couple of newer tattoos drawn by Jimmy, mostly flowers and stars that meant something of their relationship, like the additions to his back piece of the Altair and Vega constellations: the story of a star goddess who fell in love with a mortal. It had ended in tragedy but on one of their first dates Jimmy had told Scott they were like that, just without the tragedy. He’d gotten the tattoo after their engagement.

The other big change to Scott was her full chest, a development that had occurred with the years of being on HRT.

He remembers so fondly the day she’d been gifted her first bra by Shelby and Katherine, and then subsequently cried over it.

Scott shakes his head of memory lane and starts running the sink, splashing his face with water in a bid to wake herself up more. It works thankfully and he begins to wash his hands, she’d never ‘washed up’ for dinner before Jimmy, it was nice.

Scott re-enters the kitchen to set the table, giving Jimmy a quick, passing kiss to the cheek. Whatever he was making looked good, “Hey pretty boy. What’cha cooking?” She asks as she grabs bowls and spoons.

“Chili con carne n’ cornbread, that sound good?”

“Sounds great, but you know I’ll eat anything you make Jim.” After setting the placemats and dining ware, he fills two glasses with ice water and grabs small plates for the bread.

Finishing with the table, Scott rejoins his partner in the kitchen and wraps her arms around him; plastering herself to his back.

“Hey gorgeous,” he greets her. “You sure you’re doin’ okay pretty thing? You ain’t usually so clingy or tired, not that that’s a problem or nothin’, I’m just worried,” Jimmy rambles a little as he grabs one of her hands in his and squeezes.

“Mmm, I promise I’m fine dearest, just a long day; and you always make me feel so comfortable,” he mumbles against his back.

“Well as long you’re promisin’, then I guess it’s fine,” he placates fondly.

“I do promise. You always take such good care of me love.”

A couple more minutes pass in silence and syrupy slowness before Jimmy speaks again, “M’kay, you go’ta let go now sweet pea. Dinners done and I wanna get you to bed soon.”

Scott nods and does as told, not usually his style but dinner smelled great and the promise of bed was divine.

As he waits for his partner to serve dinner like he always does, she contemplates just how was nice this little routine of theirs is. It’s something Scott can look forward to everyday without fail, and that was another concept he had had to learn, steady expectation.

With chili now in their bowls, the two of them dig in. Dinner was usually passed in quiet aside from the clinking of silverware and glasses on wood and tonight was no different. The chili was as delicious as it always was, the perfect blend of spice and general warmth. It only served to make the both of them more tired, finally winding down for the day in the company of their person.

Once they’ve finished, Scott quickly takes their plates to the sink to wash, it was always a race to see who could get to it first; and usually, it was Jimmy, who always finishes eating before she does. He guesses her husband hadn’t been expecting it from him today. His mistake.

Scott turns on the tap and rolls up his sleeves, quickly and thoroughly washing their dishes; that is until he’s distracted by arms around her waist and a head burying in her hair.

“Could’a let me do that, you’re tired darlin’,” Jimmy murmurs.

“So are you sweetheart, you can’t hide that kinda thing from me. Besides, you always wash the dishes after dinner, let me do it today,” he says like he isn’t almost done already.

Jimmy’s arms tighten around Scott in appreciation, and they stay like that while he finishes up, much like they’d done with dinner earlier, just the other way around now.

Scott turns in Jimmy’s arms and looks up at him with an adoring smile. “Shower time?” He asks sweetly, now done with his task.

Instead of a response Jimmy pulls back and scoops Scott into his arms with a cheeky grin. “Your wish is my command little lady!” He adds, unable to help himself from more dramatics.

Scott giggles at his husband’s antics and lays her head on his chest. “You dramatic dork,” he continues to giggle.

Jimmy presses a kiss to her hair and walks in the direction of the bathroom, “You love it, don’ lie,” he laughs along with her, entering the space and placing Scott on the counter while he busies himself with grabbing towels and briefly leaving to get clothes for them both.

Scott hums the tune of Boreas, swinging his legs back and forth, once again reminiscing. This time, it’s of late mornings spent dancing in the kitchen to vinyl records. That is until he’s pulled back into the moment by Jimmy tripping and giving him a sheepish smile as he starts the shower.

Scott levees his husband with another achingly fond look as he rejoins her at the counter, taking and squeezing at her hips for a moment before pressing a short and sweet kiss to her lips.

It goes unspoken as Jimmy pulls away, but after he pulls Scott off the counter they begin to help each other undress. It’s a simple comfort the two of them can enjoy, the feeling of their partner’s caring hands on their bodies as they shuck their clothes and admire the view.

The room quickly fills with steam from the hot shower, beckoning tired bodies into its warm embrace. Scott and Jimmy join hands and step into the small shower.

Upon entering the stream of water Jimmy and Scott simultaneously give a relaxed sigh, giving each other a loving look of familiarity that can only come from years of being together, before they share another kiss.

It lasts for longer than it probably should when they’re both bone tired and ready for sleep. But as the lovers embrace they find they can’t care less about hurrying their shower along. Losing themselves in each other like they always do.

When Jimmy and Scott separate from the kiss, they take a moment to cling to each other. All of the tension bleeding from their bodies as they soak in the hot shower. It is honey-golden just as it always is but eventually they do separate at wash their bodies.

About five minutes later and Scott reached out for the shampoo to wash her hair before Jimmy bats his hands away, “I’m gonna do that sugar, you just relax m’kay?”

Scott doesn’t protest, doesn’t want to really. He always loves the way it feels when Jimmy washes her long curls which reach all the way to the tippy top of her thighs. Only being cut every few months of dead ends. It was a pain most days but he loved is long hair more than anything and, well, her husband was always more than happy to help her take care of it. Whether that was brushing it during a slow morning, or braiding it for him, or like right now, washing it. He was more grateful than any words could ever describe for this man. How he had gotten so very lucky he would never know, Jimmy was a blessing. Plucked right from a fairytale and sent to make him feel so many emotions he’d never gotten the chance to experience before.

Their shower finishes soon after with Scott returning the favour of washing Jimmy’s hair for him. They step out feeling refreshed and more than ready for bed.

After they put on their pyjamas, one of Jimmy’s oversized shirts for Scott and lounge pants for him, Jimmy pulls Scott back into a bridal carry. Taking her to their bedroom and laying him on their bed.

“I’ll be right back darlin’,” he kisses Scott’s forehead and leaves the room.

A confused, but tender and sleepy expression takes over Scott’s face as he waits for his husband to return. Trying not to fall asleep with the cushy pillows under him and the soft blanket over his legs.

When Jimmy does return a handful of minutes later, it’s with two mugs in hand. He places them on the closest nightstand and goes back to shut the door and turn the lights off.

When he comes back for the final time he’s lit only by the soft yellow light of the lamp on the aforementioned nightstand. He climbs in bed and pulls Scott into his arms, handing her a mug and taking one of his own with another kiss to her head.

Scott smells the warm drink and with soft eyes and parted lips he speaks a soft, “Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t have to do that. Thank you, you truly are the perfect husband.” He takes a sip and lays his head on Jimmy’s chest. Happily curling against the blonde with nothing but pure and utter love swirling in his chest. Jimmy had made chamomile tea for them. Scott’s favourite.

“You’re very welcome my love, you’re more perfect though,” he says as he takes a swig of his own tea, smiling at the subtle sweetness.

“Not possible.” Scott quips back; letting out a fluttery little sigh as one of Jimmy’s large, rough, hands finds its way into her still wet curls.

Neither say anything else as they lay together and finish their tea. Finally, after a long day, Jimmy plucks the mug from her weakening hands, turns out the lamp, and lays them both down.

“Goodnight darlin’,” Jimmy whispers in the dark of their bedroom.

“Goodnight dearest,” she whispers back.

They both fallen asleep soon after, hearts beating in time.)

Scott flushes brightly and covers his the lower part of his face with a hand. He’d never considered being married before in his life! What was wrong with her?

She snaps back to herself as Jimmy shuts the door and says he’s going to cook dinner.

Scott rolls his eyes and opens the door again. “You can’t get away from me that easily,” he says as he throws his arms around Jimmy’s neck. “I think that extra tooth brush might need to stay here on your counter in case I need it again, that okay?” she giggles softly, wanting to make her incredible daydream a reality. His voice as he continues speaking is softer than Jimmy’s ever heard her sound; though there’s a nervous lilt to the line of questioning, “Come back to help with my hair please? Unless you don’t want to of course. It’s up to you, in the end. I won’t push if you’re uncomfortable with it.”

Jimmy has him wrapped around his fingers and she doesn’t even think he knows that. What Scott would do or say for him if he so much as asked.

Staying was still terrifying to think about, but she’d always loved diving head first into the unknown. Forever an adventurer at heart.

Scott lands in Tumble Town hair windswept from flight but still intact in its usual long braid.

“Oh, Jimmy!” He calls flirtatiously.

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Jimmy takes a deep, nervous breath, plastering a smile on his face. The muscles in his face are more string than proper connective tissue, end up in more of an awkward grin.

“Hey, darlin’. How was the flight over?’

His tone is confident, disguising the panic at seeing a pretty boy. Sue him, he’s a cowboy- of course he’s gay.

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Scott sniffles and melts into Jimmy’s arms. These couple minutes of quiet with Jimmy’s head on his settles tiredness deeper in Scott’s bones and lack thereof as her eyes flutter closed; still leaking tears with softening sobs. She’s falling asleep like this, so very safe for the first time ever.

Things pass with a syrupy slowness until Jimmy is laying Scott back down, this time on the clean part of the bed. He forgot how nice the cotton he had used to make his sheets was, soft against his cheek from where his head had lolled to the side.

That is until Scott is taken out of his sleepy haze. Startled at the complete loss of contact and panicking slightly that the Sheriff was just going to leave him here despite it all. The dozens of small cracks in Scott’s heart start to fracture further until Jimmy speaks; and, oh… despite what he thinks may be an insult, Jimmy was going to keep his word. Scott relaxes again as tears no longer accompanied by sobs cascade down his face. The promise to be cleaned up is a thing holier than any god. It’s all he could want now that Jimmy is here, to be clean and taken care of. To have the porcelain of his arms handled with delicacy, and in turn the rest of him.

To Jimmy’s questioning he nods. In this state he can’t do much for himself. He- he- can’t do anything for himself he realises. Scott’s brain starts to turn again, the reality that he’s lost about 90% of his autonomy in one fail swoop shakes him to his very core. He can’t feed herself, dress herself, clean herself, and so much more. Jimmy’s only here for right now, what happens when he isn’t? When she’s left alone with useless arms, stiff legs, and no way to make a sound?

Scott is still shaking, still crying, still covered in his own blood and viscera, shattered by his lack of autonomy, and absolutely terrified of what Joel has promised, but there’s someone here for him. So for the first time in a very long time; maybe he’ll let himself trust another person to take care of him. She decides that in this moment, completely dependent on the other’s whims, he is going to give the last sliver of her faith and trust in others to Jimmy.

So he nods, and hopes.

Jimmy knocks on Scott’s door. He’s afraid- Joel was being so ominous, and Scott seemed so scared-

But he’s too afraid to acknowledge something is actually wrong, so he chalks it up to anxiety and calls out- ‘Scott? Cowboy, you in there?’

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No! No no no no no no no! Why is he here? Fuck! (Help me please, I just want you right now.)

Scott shakes, sobbing inaudibly in the mess she’s made, or been made into rather. She’s sticky and gross, vomit and blood in the tacky, itchy, in between place of being dry and not. Everything hurts, and Jimmy’s voice could be a fever dream for all he knows.

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I miss you, and I love you so much. I don’t know what I think about soulmates, but I do know that whenever you’re not around I crave your presence, I know that your voice is the most comforting sound, and I know that being in your arms feels like home. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us, but if we ever get the chance, I want to put in the work. I don’t want to run, I want to put in the work for you Jimmy.

do you believe in soulmates?

Nah. Or- not the concept of bein’ made for somebody else. Ain’t nothin’ in the world that’s made to be perfect, and the idea of a ‘perfect’ person is downright dumb.

I do think, and don’t repeat this, that you can make your own. That you can grow with someone until you’re melded together like the desert and the wind. Meant to be, y’know? But it takes work. It always does.

Labour is the good part of love, though. Cause you know just as much work is bein’ done for you.

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do you believe in soulmates?

I don’t know anymore, I love Jimmy though, and I think that’s enough.

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Scott hiccups as Jimmy appears above him. He feels pathetic at the way his sobs immediately soften upon Jimmy’s presence. She will be eternally grateful for how gentle he’s being with her, grateful that he’s treating her like the glass she quite literally is now.

When Jimmy picks her up, it hurts. Her arms, despite not technically being able to feel anything still have pain buzzing through them, especially where the joints are connected. Scott chokes on a whine and shoves his face into Jimmy’s chest. She feels bad for getting him dirty but she’s desperate for the contact. This is all she could ever ask for, to be wrapped up in Jimmy’s arms so he can keep her safe from the outside world. Nothing can touch her if she’s in Jimmy’s embrace.

As Jimmy rips his bandana in half and uses it to wrap her arms, Scott realises she’s never felt more cared for in her life. Soft reassurances and praises fall over his ears like a blanket, it makes him feel tired, like his mind can finally rest. Jimmy was like an angel, sent down from the heavens to come save her from this horrible, horrible, waking nightmare.

When Jimmy questions him he shakes his head and has the brief thought to tap at his neck; but he can’t move his arms anymore. It’s an emotionally painful reminder at the situation he’s been stuck in and in lieu of that, he tries to press ever closer to Jimmy.

Darlin’… so many different emotions swirl in her chest. Devastation, fear, but most of all love. The honeyed petname draws a deep shuttering breath from her chest, it’s something she wants to be called for the rest of her life.

Thank you, my angel.

Jimmy knocks on Scott’s door. He’s afraid- Joel was being so ominous, and Scott seemed so scared-

But he’s too afraid to acknowledge something is actually wrong, so he chalks it up to anxiety and calls out- ‘Scott? Cowboy, you in there?’

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No! No no no no no no no! Why is he here? Fuck! (Help me please, I just want you right now.)

Scott shakes, sobbing inaudibly in the mess she’s made, or been made into rather. She’s sticky and gross, vomit and blood in the tacky, itchy, in between place of being dry and not. Everything hurts, and Jimmy’s voice could be a fever dream for all he knows.