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gumnut-logic · 2 years ago
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Gordon glared at his oldest brother. “That’s not fair!”
Scott stared back, surprised.
Irrationally, it made Gordon even angrier. “It’s not fair, Scott, and you know it.”
“Life isn’t fair, Gordon. I know you know that.” It was said calmly and with finality. To top it off, his eldest brother turned his back on him and went back to doing important stuff at their father’s desk.
“You know what? Screw you!”
That at least got a frown out of his brother.
But little more.
With a hiss, Gordon spun on his one good foot and as furiously as he could manage, crutched his way over to the stairs and began hopping down them.
“Gordon, what the hell?! Take the elevator!”
“I don’t care!” It was childish and stupid and he really should apologise, but it was a last straw thing. He had had it. He wanted out, off these crutches, into the pool, away from here!
He almost made it worse by stumbling halfway down the stairs. His brother’s freaked out yell did nothing other than make him feel guilty. But he rescued himself and stormed through the kitchen past a wide-eyed Alan and out onto the pool deck.
Only to be faced by the fact he couldn’t go in the pool which was half the problem in itself.
Well, he could, but he couldn’t swim at any stress relief level.
One stupid broken ankle and everything had gone to shit. He had been stuck here for weeks and there were weeks to go and it reminded him of other weeks of his life that were too many and he was just over it.
The breath he drew in was shaky and had far too much emotion in it for comfort.
He hobbled further out onto the decking. All he wanted was out. But all the paths leading away were gravel and not very crutch friendly.
Screw it. That would be his new maxim. To hell with everything. And he took the first steps along the path towards the nearest beach.
It wasn’t easy going at all. The crutches seemed determined to slip on unstable rock. He nearly faceplanted at least twice within the first dozen metres, but Gordon was a Tracy as much as any of his brothers and pissed off enough to spout determination in a fountain of idiocy.
Idiocy which proved itself not two minutes later when one crutch slipped and he couldn’t recover. One moment his driving force was anger, the next it was fear as his brain flash-calculated the damage that was going to result from falling down the steep incline at his feet.
But there was the equally fast realisation that there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.
And he fell.
But he didn’t hit the jagged rock or even fall very far. Instead, strong arms grabbed him and scooped him up with a grunt. A familiar grunt and the scent of aftershave and engine grease.
Virgil.
Gravel, along with his crutches, clattered down the path in echo of where Gordon would have ended up if it wasn’t for his big brother - who had obviously followed him down.
“Uh, thanks, Virg.”
“Uh-huh.”
Gordon stared up at his brother who now had him clutched to his chest as if Gordon was his blushing bride...or something.
“You can put me down now.”
“Uh-uh.”
“What?”
And Virgil began carefully walking down the path towards the beach.
“Virgil, put me down.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“G Protocol has been engaged.”
“What?! Why?!”
“Because you have reached your limit.”
“Virgil, I’m fine.”
“You told Scott to get screwed.”
“He wasn’t being fair! Alan got the last of the ice cream last time. It was my turn!”
“Exactly.” Virgil stopped at the edge of a small cliff just before the beach proper. Behind them a set of rockets fired and Gordon looked up to see the space elevator disappear into the mountain. “Aw, hell, you called down John?!”
“G Protocol, Gords. You know the deal.”
Gordon sighed. Did he ever. “Go ahead. Put me out of my misery.”
Virgil smiled at him. “That’s the aim.” And chucked him off the cliff.
For Gordon, flipping into diving form was instinctual and while the cliff was a small one, they had jumped off it enough in fun for him to know exactly how much time it took to hit the water.
And water it was.
It took away the sounds of the world in a rush of bubbles.
He didn’t try to surface immediately. He let his momentum carry him deeper, his arms taking the load of the work since one foot wasn’t functioning. Blue enveloped everything and lifted his heart by its mere presence.
Why hadn’t he come here earlier?
He wasn’t surprised when there was a nearby splash and Virgil, stripped down to a t-shirt and his green swim shorts appeared next to him in a less coordinated and much bigger splash, his frown a glaring one letting Gordon know he had hung underwater too long for his brother’s comfort.
Exhaling, Gordon pushed for the surface just as another body hit the water. A body that belonged to his eldest brother.
Scott threw a flotation ring at Gordon. “Use it.” The tone brooked no argument.
Gordon screwed up his face. He hadn’t used one of these stupid things since…the hydrofoil.
He swore under his breath, but shoved it over his head and under his arms like some stupid little kid who couldn’t swim. Admittedly, it took the strain off his arms and legs, but the pink donut for all its novelty brought back more memories of struggle than he really wanted to face right now.
Maybe Virg was right. Maybe he was at his limit.
He swore again, this time enough to earn himself an arched eyebrow from Virgil treading water quite healthily beside him.
Irrational anger at something as simple as that proved beyond doubt that Gordon had blown himself a gasket.
Virgil must have sensed something on that medic radar of his because he reached out and pulled Gordon closer. “Hey, take a deep breath.”
The wet hair in his brother’s eyes and the seawater on his eyelashes only emphasized his kindness.
Damnit.
Gordon wanted to be angry. He wanted to yell at the sky, scream at the injustice of a simple broken ankle.
It wasn’t fair!
Virgil’s hand caught the back of Gordon’s neck, possibly the closest he could get to a hug with the flotation ring in the way. “It wasn’t your fault. Sometimes things…just happen.”
Acute wingman senses. Damn them. Screw everything.
“I’m fine!” He kicked himself away with one pathetic leg.
And got nowhere.
Virgil had let go of his neck, but had a firm hand on the ring. “Virgil, let me go.”
“No.”
“Virgil, I’m warning you.”
“About what?”
“Goddamnit, let go!”
“No.”
He gave his brother’s arm a shove and might as well have tried to move the Island.
So Gordon did what he needed to do and let himself slip below the surface, out of the ring, and away from Virgil.
He didn’t get very far.
He had more than one brother, and while Virgil tended to be a little on the slow side underwater, their eldest brother was fast no matter the medium.
Scott swooped in before Gordon could gain any momentum and caught him around the waist.
But Gordon was a fish and Scott only a bird. Long honed reflexes had his big brother blowing bubbles and Gordon wriggling out of his grip.
Only to have Virgil clamp down on his wrist and yank him back to the surface.
Whereas Gordon had no problem with thumping Scott – they shared military training and a sparring mat on many an occasion – there was something ultimately wrong about raising a fist to Virgil. Almost as bad as doing similar to Allie. He just couldn’t, no matter how pissed.
But he could shove and scream and yell and curse and get grabbed again by Scott and pushed back under the water. With Scott he was free to fight and fight he did. But all Scott did was defend himself, and Gordon was reduced to flailing with more emotion than sense, honestly not wanting to hurt his brother, but just needing to fight against the unfairness.
Eventually, Scott grabbed a wrist, much like Virgil did earlier and dragged him back up for much needed oxygen.
By then there was more saltwater than just seawater on Gordon’s face. Less fight and more need than anything else.
And, of course, Virgil was there.
Again he was grabbed by strong arms, but this time he had no energy to resist. If anything, he welcomed them. Perhaps they could take the weight and the guilt.
If he was sobbing on his brother’s shoulder, he wasn’t going to admit it.
Fingers stroked through wet hair and Virgil repeated over and over again that it hadn’t been his fault. That he had done everything he could. That sometimes shit just happened and this time, unfortunately, it happened to that little girl.
The mention of the one he couldn’t save no matter what he did only had him sobbing harder
She had been so young.
He had tried so hard. Made the sacrifices. Fought for her life.
And lost.
It wasn’t fair.
The sea had claimed her anyway.
Part of him was horrified at his own weakness. Horrified he needed an old protocol that proved he was off his head. Horrified he was crying in his brother’s arms. Horrified that all his military training hadn’t given him enough spine to shake this off by himself.
“It isn’t fair.”
“I know.” Virgil’s voice was ever so soft in his ear.
Gordon swallowed and gathered himself together, trying to align what he felt with what was logical and sensible.
It was like trying to scale a crumbling mountain. It was hard and exhausting and it hurt.
What was meant to be was meant to be. He had to believe that. It was the only way.
Despite the need to wail against the injustice.
Virgil still had his fingers in Gordon’s hair.
He pulled away gently from his brother, looking up into those worried dark eyes. Virgil was hanging onto the flotation ring with one arm. It was the only thing keeping both of them afloat.
Gordon wiped his face with one wet hand and let out a breath.
Off to his left, a slightly bruised cheekbone supported equally worried blue eyes as Scott trod water like he was hovering.
Which he was.
Gordon squeezed Virgil’s arm gently before slipping out of his grip and paddling over to Scott.
A wordless moment and then he was hugging his biggest brother with everything he had.
Scott hugged back even tighter.
Gordon squeezed his eyes shut and clung.
“Hey, Gordo! Johnny’s got something for ya!” Alan’s voice echoed across the caldera like a warning siren.
Gordon let go of Scott and backed off. A glance at both of his brothers before he dove under the water.
He swam down deep into the basin of the caldera, skipping just over the coral edifices. A moment to settle his mind and rebuild himself.
The silence of the deep and the familiarity of his home were a balm.
He knew his time was limited by the worry warts on the surface, so he didn’t dawdle, but he did take the time he needed.
Ocean washed away all the signs of his emotional turmoil.
By the time he resurfaced, whatever was left had been shoved back into its box.
And just as well, because Alan and John stood at the top of the cliff with their arms full of pool toys. A giant pink flamingo, a huge duck, a red rocket ship – where the hell had they bought that from? A green turtle and a pile of pool noodles.
A blink and all the flotation devices were in the water, followed by a bomb by the name of Alan.
Seawater rained over all of them.
The flamingo was washed over towards Gordon and whacked him on the head.
John, dressed in a full body wetsuit providing his necessary gravity support, followed Alan in, but with much more elegance. John was almost as much fish as Gordon, after all.
Gordon grabbed onto the flamingo to save himself the energy of trying the keep afloat. He was suddenly very, very tired.
Alan, being the ball of teen-energy he was, flapped his way over and gave Gordon a hug. “Feeling better now you are in the water?” Innocent blue eyes that truly were far from innocent anymore stared up at him in hope.
“You still stole my ice cream.”
“I’ll buy you some more.”
Gordon narrowed his eyes a little. “Promise.”
“Tracy’s honour. Next time we’re in Aotearoa.”
“How about tomorrow? You and me, Auckland CBD. I’ll even take the hoverchair.”
“Really?”
“If you buy me ice cream.”
“Cool. Can we visit the game arcade?”
“I’ll consider it.” Wouldn’t want to make it too easy for his little brother.
“Mind if I join you?”
Gordon blinked as John appeared beside them.
“You want to spend time with the two of us?” Gordon may have pointed at himself and Alan with a lot of disbelief.
John wasn’t fazed at all. “Sure. Haven’t had a go an arcade for a while. Need to keep my reflexes strong.”
Alan frowned. “You’ll get us kicked out again. There is such a thing as being too good at a thing. Or something.”
Yay for Alan and English. “What he said. But you are welcome. If I can have the flamingo.”
John’s lips curled up at the edges. “It’s yours.”
“And I get the rocket!”
John snorted. “No, that’s Scott’s. You get the pool noodles.”
“What?! Why?!”
“Because you stole Gordon’s ice cream.” With that John turned and dove, disappearing long enough for Gordon to lose his location.
“Hey! That’s not fair.”
Gordon grimaced as he glanced at Scott and Virgil. “Life isn’t fair, Allie.”
“Not fair at all.”
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beaft · 2 months ago
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they should invent a me that isn't exhausted all the time
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biblically-accurate-dca · 7 months ago
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doodle page that gets worse the more you look at it
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amarkofcain · 9 months ago
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½ of the boys from the dwarf have gotten pregnant and i could make it ¾
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captainsavre · 9 months ago
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Go home. Go be with your wife and your baby. That's an order. Marina and Liam || Station 19 - 7.03 'True Colors'
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irafook · 2 years ago
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A-yuan ❤
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gardenofearthlydelightss · 1 month ago
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crimeronan · 4 months ago
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in honor of my very brave shower, i'm declaring it AU canon that sometimes when luz is even more agitated and restless than usual, hunter will be like, "alright. i'm drawing you a bath. with a bunch of bubbles. and you're not allowed to do anything else empress-wise until you've soaked for at Least an hour. capiche??"
darius told him once that this is a surefire way to de-cranky pretty much anyone. He Is Correct.
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amywritesthings · 6 months ago
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part three has only been up since 9AM my time
i have been answering comments all morning
i dont think you guys realize how much your reactions and joy mean to me. this week has been so, so tough and i just... writing is my literal lifeline. it's all i have to keep me going sometimes. so i cannot thank you enough for this unreal moment where i get to share such positivity and excitement in such a dark time for me. you are all so incredibly kind for engaging with my work, and i'm so thrilled that maybe my writing made your day a little brighter, too.
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aseuki · 8 months ago
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Punches out Phemus's Gijinka design because it was practically inevitable at this point--
Don't be fooled by her mysterious look she's still just as silly as always asdkfjn
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pyroteapot · 2 years ago
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Also can we talk about Jamie being fully prepared to sit in the med room, alone, while the rest of the team went out and celebrated, and being genuinely surprised when Roy and Keeley came in to celebrate with him.
Even after hes sort of shaken off the main part of the crisis he was having, he still seems to struggle to believe that he is deserving of people showing that they care about him.
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astramachina · 4 months ago
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i did it. i promised all three fics would update this week and they did. 👍🏽 i'm unstoppable
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byanyan · 1 month ago
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so anyway depression (+ slight hangover probably) kicked my ass today... slept until almost 5pm and now everything feels weird and off and not right and i kinda just wanna go back to bed lmao
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wyllzel · 8 hours ago
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i think i accidentally hit a leliana romance flag somewhere :'D
bc alistair (who has professed his love for me btw 🥰🫶) asked me to dtr and was like "erm so you and leliana... HOT btw... (🤦🏻‍♀️) but like what are we tho 🥺" and i was ?!?!?!? but leliana had just told me "i love you" and it did seem like it came out of nowhere but i thought she meant in a friendly way bc i've been consistently friendzoning her... but maybe my professions of friendship were actually "special friendship" and i was reading dialogue options wrong LOL
anyway alistair has been successfully mollified and leliana got upset... 😭 but i bought her a nug and now she is chill so i think i'm in the clear 😮‍💨
looks like my warden has #rizz as the kids say 😍
anyhow i am trying to blast my way thru orzammar, and knowing the dwarven lore from da4 has made this area super interesting 👀 i decided to back harrowmont so i'm curious how this will turn out! 😯 i'm trying to reason it out rp-wise... i've headcanoned that my lady cousland is an adoptee and her dad wanted to name her his successor, so she figures that if the old king wanted harrowmont then it should go to him, bloodlines be damned 🤔 but i also rly want alistair on the throne HAHA but his whole claim is solely based on blood 🙃 so now i'm mega intrigued by the landsmeet as well LOL
i am impatient... i need to beat dao asap haha...
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blueprintfaces · 2 years ago
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Sam Reid
It's not like I'm growing out my hair even though I'm transmasc inspired by him or anything ...
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crimeronan · 10 months ago
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"why am i so anxious" girlie you spent your morning doing chores without taking adderall and then watched youtube shorts + browsed upsetting tumblr discourse for 6 straight hours after that. how do you think you should be feeling.
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