#Ice Storm Arc
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My Pain Fits in the Palm of Your Freezing Hand
Fandom: 911 Lone Star
Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Nancy Gillian, Tommy Vega, Marjan Marwani, Paul Strickland, Andrea Reyes
Summary:Ā Everything about his and T.K.ās relationship has been vivid technicolor, but he knows that no matter how hard he tries, T.K.ās life wonāt be the only thing taken from him if he dies, his memories will be too. He wonders what heāll forget first. The sound of T.K.ās laugh? The way his fingers felt when they curled around his own? The exact color of his eyes? Which memories will fade, slowly at first, greying around the edges and then disintegrating into nothing, until heās left only with hazy images, unsure if theyāre real or he just imagined them?
A/N: For the @badthingshappenbingoā promptĀ āFalling Through the Ice.ā
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What is he doing? What is he doing?
Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other firmly on the steering wheel as he carefully navigates the slick, frozen streets of Austin.
Heād left the church when another call came in, heading off to help a mom and her kids who were stuck in a ditch. It had killed him to leave before they found Lindsey, but other people needed his help and there was nothing more he could do for her.
Heād just been climbing back into the cruiser, the family heād helped safely on their way, when Nancy radioed. And look at him. Such a freaking sucker, heād told her he would come and immediately turned in the direction of the hospital. Because of course. Of course he had.
He and T.K. have been broken up for months. With basically no contact. His heart is so far beyond repairable it might as well be condemned by the city. So why, why, did he tell Nancy he would swing by and see his injured ex?Ā
Because heās an idiot, and a fool, and a sap, and a thousand other things, all of which he calls himself on the drive to the hospital. Heās still internally berating himself as he parks and walks inside, feeling equal parts like he wants to run through the doors toward the man who still has a vise grip on his heart, and turn around and run, well, not homeāhome doesnāt seem to be a thing he can find anymoreābut back to the loft he currently sleeps in.
His sour attitude and dour thoughts are probably why he doesnāt notice at first that Nancy is coming apart at the seams, barely holding on. And then, as realization dawns, as Tommy walks into the hallway, as T.K.ās pale, ghostly face is revealed, suddenly, he feels like he might come apart at the seams too.Ā
āWe need to get in touch with Owen,ā Tommy says quietly.
āHis mom should know too,ā Nancy says. She looks haunted and fragile, and it scares Carlos even more. āSheāll want to come right? She needs to know.ā
āI have her number,ā Carlos says, clearing his throat when his voice breaks. āI can uh, I can give her a call.ā
God he doesnāt want to. Doesnāt want this to be happening. Doesnāt want to feel the crushing weight that has started at his shoulders and is slowly pulling him downward, urging him to curl up in a ball on the floor and sob.Ā
āWhy donāt I do it?ā Tommy offers, all compassion even though being in the hospital has to be bringing up some stuff for her. āI spoke with the doctors, I can give Gwyn all the information. Iām sure the nurses will let me use a landline if the cell service is still out.ā
Heās a coward, an absolute coward because he wordlessly opens his phone, cues up Gwynās number, and hands it to her. She nods at him. āHang tight. Iāll be right back.ā
āWhat uh, what happened?ā Carlos asks, his eyes glued to T.K.ās motionless form.Ā
āThe kid was trapped, nobody else was coming and we couldnāt wait, so we used bed sheets and a laryngoscope,ā Nancy says, her voice shaking. āThe ice cracked and T.K. uh, he went into the water. It was only for like a minute, but the ambo had slid down an embankment and we were working so hard on the kidā¦ā She gasps, her voice breaking. āOh god.ā
She turns away and Carlos follows her in alarm. āNance? Hey!ā
Sheās clutching at her uniform jacket, ripping it open, her breathing fast and harsh. āNancy talk to me,ā Carlos says, putting a hand on her arm.
āW-we didnāt check him out,ā she gasps, tears clinging to her eyelashes. āWe were focused on the kid and T.K. s-seemed fine. He was cold, but h-he was helping. And then we turned around he was g-gone and weāwe know the signs of hypothermia, we should have ch-checked him over, but we di-didnāt, and now heās dying in there and itāsāwe didnātāā
āOkay, hey, you need to sit down all right?ā He guides her over to a chair where she collapses heavily as if her knees have given out.Ā
āH-he was fine. H-he w-was talking a-and w-working.ā Sheās half speaking, half sobbing, and sheās definitely not getting enough air.
āNancy, look at me,ā Carlos commands, crouching in front of her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her knee. āBreathe. Breathe.ā
Her eyes meet his, tears streaming down her face. āWe did this. We lost him. We-we let him walk away in a b-blizzard. Who l-lets someone walk away in a god damn blizzard? Itās our fault. And if heāI canāt loseāā
āI wasnāt there,ā Carlos says, his throat tight. āBut I know that this is not your fault. You were doing your job. You saved that kidās life and T.K.āā he swallows, āthatās what T.K. would want. More than anything. To save that kid. So whatever happened because of that, it just happened. Itās a shitty day. And shitty stuff is going on. But itās not on you and itās not on Tommy, okay?ā
She nods, wiping at her eyes, but doesnāt seem convinced. āThank you for coming,ā she says with a sniff. āIām sorry I lied I justāI thought you needed to find out in person. And I thinkāI think T.K. would want you here.ā
Carlos isnāt sure thatās true. But she doesnāt need to hear that right now. āItās okay,ā he says, sitting in the chair next to her. āIām glad you called.ā
She leans over and he pulls her into a hug, swallowing hard, attempting to force the whirlwind of his own emotions away. What are you supposed to feel when the man who youād thought was your forever walks away and then falls through an icy pond and into another coma?
Nancy fills in the rest of the story over the next few minutes, describing the ice rescue in explicit detail; the way T.K. had looked when theyād found him in the final stages of hypothermia, speaking in Hebrew. How theyād spent so long trying to get him breathing again. How his heart had stopped and Nancy had performed CPR until help arrived.Ā
With every word she speaks Carlos finds himself feeling more and more lost. What is he supposed to feel? How is he supposed to react? What is he supposed to say?
Over the last few months heās mentally planned for so many scenarios while lying awake in bed every night. What heāll do if he runs into T.K. at the grocery store. What heāll say if they have to work together on a call. Heās even imagined spotting T.K. out with someone else. But heās never thought about what to do in this situation. Something like thisā¦this is so horribly inconceivable itās never even crossed his mind.Ā
Tommy returns, her face somber. āI managed to get through on the hospital landline. Gwyn is trying to get a flight out,ā she says as she hands Carlos back his phone. āEverything is cancelled because of the weather, it might take her a few days.ā
āWhich T.K. might not have,ā Nancy says worriedly.
Tommy shakes her head. āWe canāt think like that. We have to stay positive.āĀ
Positivity doesnāt seem to have a place to land inside of Carlos. It flutters around briefly and then leaves as swiftly as it came, chased away by fear and anger and confusion. āWe should go home, get a fresh change of clothes,ā Tommy says. āThis isā¦this is going to be a long haul.ā
āCap we canāt leave him here alone,ā Nancy argues.
āIāll stay,ā Carlos says immediately. Despite his inner turmoil, this decision isnāt a surprise. Of course heās going to stay. Thatās what he does. He goes where heās needed. And while heās not sure T.K. wants him here, Tommy and Nancy do. Heāll stay until one of them can come back and sit with T.K. And thenā¦heās not sure after that.Ā
āArenāt you on shift?ā Nancy asks.
āIām almost off,ā Carlos says.
Tommy eyes him worriedly, probably trying to judge his mental. āAre you sure?ā
āYeah,ā Carlos says. āYeah, Iāll stay.ā
āWeāll be quick,ā Nancy promises. āThen you can go home and freshen up too.ā
Carlos nods. It sounds reasonable enough.
But as it turns out, Carlos doesnāt go home. He doesnāt even go back to the station. He calls his captain and explains the situation. Then he calls Mitchell who brings his bag from his locker and a rookie cop to drive the squad back. Heās beyond grateful to her as he shoves his arms into a more comfortable shirt in the cramped hospital bathroom stall.
He takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror, splashing some water on his face. Heās pale, wide eyed; he looks like every other fearful relative sitting vigil at their family memberās bedside.Ā
Except T.K. has no family here. Heās only got Carlos. Carlos, who hasnāt spoken more than ten words to him in months. Carlos, who he doesnāt want to see or hear from. Carlos, who pushed him too hard and set off the explosion that burned their future to the ground.
Carlos is what heās got. Heāll have to be enough.Ā
God, he hopes this time heāll be enough.
When he gets back to the room thereās a nurse inside, adjusting IVās and checking the monitors. Carlos hovers uncertainly in the doorway. He shouldnāt be here, but he is and he doesnāt know whatās appropriate. Should he stay in the hallway? Sit at T.K.ās bedside? Run away and never come back?Ā
āYou can come in,ā she says, when she sees him. āAre you a friend?ā
He takes a few steps forward, haltingly. āIāā
He has no answer. Heās less than a friend. Heās no one. To the love of his life, heās no one.
The nurse gives him a sympathetic smile. She must be used to awkward people. āIs heāā Carlos clears his throat. āHowās he doing?ā
āIām sorry, no change,ā she tells him. āWhy donāt you sit? Can I get you anything? A coffee? Tea?ā
His stomach rolls at the thought and he shakes his head. She nods. āAll right. Iāll be around the corner if you need anything okay? You can press the call button.ā
āThank you,ā Carlos says, eyes glued to T.K.ās face.Ā
Heās spent months not knowing who he is anymore. He doesnāt know how not to be āT.K. Strandās boyfriend.ā But sitting here, watching machines breathe for T.K., this is something he knows. Itās a familiar place and it welcomes him back with an insidious, terrible embrace. Here he is a desperate man, trapped in the vast nothingness that lives between life and death.Ā
XXX
Heās dying, heās dying, heās dying. The words echo through Carlosā mind, a chant, a mantra, a certainty at this point.Ā
Nancy and Tommy must have returned while he sat by T.K.ās bedside, he finds them in the hallway when he stumbles blindly from T.K.ās room, watching in horror as the hospital staff bring in more machines, more medicine, all of them fighting not to let T.K. tumble over the edge into the beyond.
Itās over an hour before the doctor comes out and the look on her face makes Carlosā heart plummet into his shoes so fast he feels dizzy. Her words are not encouraging and Carlos feels the last shreds of hope he was valiantly clinging to dissolve, disappearing like snowflakes in the sunshine.Ā
He hears Tommyās words of reassurance, but one look at her face tells him she doesnāt believe them any more than he does. The reality is, sometimes people die. And thereās nothing you can do about it. Not even if you love them.
Tommy and Nancyās hands find his, an anchor point. But he doesnāt want to be anchored. He anchored his heart and soul to T.K. and it has done nothing but drag him under and try o drown him. He doesnāt want to be held or touched or comforted, he wants to be let go.
He brushes them off and tells them he wants to be alone for a minute, practically running away and stumbling out into the chilly, frigid air of the outdoors, gulping it down so fast that it burns in his lungs, the tears heās been holding back starting to fall and freezing on his cheeks.
The exterior brick of the hospital is rough against his back, and he clenches his fists at his sides as he draws in ragged breaths, forcing the tears to stop, because he doesnāt want to fall apart. Falling apart doesnāt fix anything, it doesnāt make him and T.K. less broken up, doesnāt make T.K. less close to death, doesnāt erase the weeks of pain and loneliness and betrayal.
But despite his resolve not to break, the thoughts that have been assailing him ever since he walked through the hospital doors a few hours ago refuse to stop. Is this his fault? Did he cause this? He knows T.K. seeks out the reckless when heās feeling stressed; has their break-up somehow made this happen? Because if soā¦he will never forgive himself.Ā
Thereās a roaring in his ears as memories flash through his mind like the rapidly changing channels of a television; the first night at the honkey tonk, the two of them lying on the car under the northern lights, T.K.ās laugh, their hands locked together, a walk through the park, kissing in the car, their bodies tangled in the bedsheets, the last time theyād held each other beforeā¦
Everything about his and T.K.ās relationship has been vivid technicolor, but he knows that no matter how hard he tries, T.K.ās life wonāt be the only thing taken from him if he dies, his memories will be too. He wonders what heāll forget first. The sound of T.K.ās laugh? The way his fingers felt when they curled around his own? The exact color of his eyes? Which memories will fade, slowly at first, greying around the edges and then disintegrating into nothing, until heās left only with hazy images, unsure if theyāre real or he just imagined them?
A siren screaming by finally snaps him out of his spiraling thoughts and he pulls out his phone. Heās out here, he might as well make use of the time.Ā
He hasnāt told his parents yet, because what is he supposed to say? The only boyfriend heās ever brought home, the man he thought he would give them grandchildren with, is dying in the hospital? Again? And that he feels like heās dying along with him? That theyāve broken up and he shouldnāt even be here but he canāt leave because his heart and soul are tethered to a hospital bed?
The phones are still iffy, but miraculously he manages to get through to his mother and somehow manages to fill her in without completely falling apart on the sidewalk. It takes a lot of effort to convince her not to get in her car and drive to the hospital immediately. He doesnāt need to be worried about someone else he loves getting into an accident or freezing to death on the road; heās got enough on his plate.
Heās shivering by the time heās done, his jacket not doing much to keep out the chill, and he reluctantly heads back indoors to resume his vigil.Ā
XXX
There are monitors wailing and staff running in, T.K.ās arms are flailing as Carlos watches in horror. This is it. The heart he thought had died during their breakup has burst back to life and it feels like itās being ripped from his chest. Heās grateful his mother is here because his knees are going to give out any second, this canāt be the end, heās not ready, heās not ready, they cannot end like this, please God donāt let it end like this.
Then the doctor is beckoning him back inside the room, smiling, encouraging him toward the bed, and T.K. is breathing, heās breathing and that god-awful ventilator is gone and Carlos feels frozen in fear, in hope, in doubt, in disbelief.Ā
And then those words. Those beautiful words in that voice he loves so much. āHey baby.ā
It must be a dream, it has to be, this canāt be real, everyone has told him that T.K. is dying, that thereās no hope, and surely this has to be some figment of his imagination.
āBreathe,ā T.K. tells him, almost laughing, as if itās some kind of cosmic joke that he hasnāt been breathing for eighteen hours and now Carlos is the one who has stopped. āBreathe, breathe.ā
Carlos breathes. For the first time in months he breathes. His entire body is shaking, everything in his mind is a question, but heās breathing and T.K. is breathing andā¦
T.K. reaches for him. T.K. reaches for him. He hesitates terrified of what it means, terrified that if he takes it that it wonāt be enough. But he loves him, he loves him so much and heās been waiting for that hand for so long, so he reaches out and he grabs hold.
āLoveā¦youā¦ā
Theyāre not even words really, just a breathy exhale, but he hears them as if T.K. shouted them at the top of his lungs.
It feels like an invitation, so he tentatively leans in, still not sure this is really happening, still not quite believing that his presence is fully wanted. Slowly he curls his fingers into T.K.ās hair and gently, reverently kisses his cheek.
He was right to be terrified because these featherlight touches are not enough, not nearly enough, theyāre a drop of water after months in the desert, he needs more, he needs all of it.
And then T.K. pulls him in and the weight of the the universe crashes through Carlos as he collapses onto the bed and finally breaks apart in the arms wrapping T.K.ās fragile body in his arms as tightly as he dares, not sure heāll ever be able to let go again.
āT.K., oh god T.K.ā.ā The words rip from him on sobs, painful, guttural. Heās relieved and angry and scared and hurt and full of disbelief all at once and itās far too much to handle.
āIām sorry,ā T.K. whispers, his voice barely audible. āIām so sorry.ā
Carlos isnāt sure what heās apologizing for; nearly dying again, the months of estranged silence, or Buttercup eating a pair of Carlosā sneakers last June, but it doesnāt matter. He doesnāt care. There will be time for apologies later. He pushes too hard, T.K. runs, they both know these are their flaws and they lost control of them this time. But never again, Carlos promises himself as he buries his face in his boyfriendās neck. They wonāt let it happen again.
āI love you,ā Carlos says. āI love you so much. Please come home.ā
āOkay,ā T.K. says, a weak hand clutching the back of Carlosā shirt. āOkay.ā
He wants to stay in this embrace forever, but he knows their time has to be almost up. The doctors will want to examine T.K., run tests, check his neuro function. Heās not sure where he finds the strength to lift himself off the bed, but he somehow manages to extricate himself from his boyfriendās arms and move to a chair beside the bed, though he continues to hold onto T.K.ās hand, uncertain if heāll ever be able to let go of him again.
T.K. turns his head to the side to look at him, clearly too tired for anything else, and Carlos looks back, his thumb running back and forth over T.K.ās knuckles. His eyes drift closed and Carlos feels a spike of panic, turning quickly toward the nurse whoās just come in. āItās okay,ā she assures him with a smile. āHeās just asleep. His body has been through a lot of trauma. Itās going to take a while for him to regain his strength. Weāre going to run some tests if you want to step out for a few minutes.ā
His legs are like jelly but he manages to rise and exit the room. His mom is waiting for him and she immediately pulls him into a hug. āI told you mijo,ā she says in his ear. āHeās strong. And so are you.ā
She steps back. āIām going to go call your father. Heās off shift any minute and if he comes home to find me gone heāll be worried sick.ā
āBe careful outside,ā Carlos says.
She touches his cheek again and then heads down the hall.
Carlos makes his way to the waiting room where Nancy, Marjan, and Paul all immediately get to their feet. Their faces probably mirror his own: exhausted, hopeful, and he hardly knows what to say. āHeās uh, heās awake,ā he finally gets out. āHeās talking.ā
Marjan claps a hand over her heart, Paul shakes his head, and Nancy looks up to the ceiling like sheās holding back tears. āI canāt believeāheāsāā And now Carlosā knees finally do give out, the world spinning dizzily around him as someone pulls him toward a chair and gently pushes his head between his knees.
He takes several, long, breaths, completely overwhelmed by everything, the rollercoaster of the last eighteen hours finally really getting to him. Itās several long minutes before he feels more stable and he looks up to find it was Nancy who jumped into action and saved him from falling to the floor. āYou okay?ā she asks.
He nods.Ā
āGood, because if one more person we know ends up in here, I think theyāre going to start charging us rent.ā She cracks a smile and he lets himself give her an exhausted, watery one in return.Ā
XXX
Itās been a full day since T.K. woke up. Tests have been run, examinations completed, and Carlos hasnāt left T.K.ās side. Owen has come and gone again. Heās thrilled about T.K.ās recovery, but there are things at home that need to be tended to after his extended time away. Carlos has learned after so many incidents that this is somewhat of the norm for the Strand men, and it doesnāt seem to bother T.K. so Carlos tries not to let it bother him either.
Instead he contents himself with watching T.K. sleep. Which is most of the time. Heās always lucid when he wakes up now and has been able to stay awake for increasingly longer periods, which is reassuring, but his body has been through a hell of a struggle and Carlos knows it will be a while before things are back to normal.
āYou look terrible.ā
Carlos looks up to find T.K. awake again and studying him. āI look better than you do. At least Iām not a popsicle,ā he says, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward so he can tuck T.K.ās hand into his again. They still feel cold and Carlos has made it his personal mission to warm them up again.
T.K. doesnāt let it go. āWhenās the last time you slept?ā
āT.K., Iām fine. You donāt need to play paramedic right now.ā
āYou donāt look fine. Have you been eating?ā
Even just barely less than dead T.K. canāt help himself. āIt really is not a surprise how well you and my mother get along,ā Carlos says with a chuckle. āI promise, Iām okay. Iāmā¦so much more than okay.ā
āI think you should go home,ā T.K. says. āTake a shower. Get some fresh clothes.ā
āAre you busting my balls about my odor right now?ā Carlos teases. āBecause this is the stench of someone who sat vigil at your deathbed. Thatās love youāre smelling.ā
āThis isnāt about your hygiene,ā T.K. says, forehead wrinkled in concern. āYou look like youāre ready to fall over.ā
āI can sleep in this chair.ā Carlos scrunches his too-large frame further into the hard, unyielding hospital chair. āSee? Very comfortable.ā
āYou need to go home,ā T.K. says firmly. āYou need a break. Iām all right, nothing is going to happen while youāre gone.ā
Carlos feels his throat tighten. āItās okay,ā he says, forcing a smile.Ā
He doesnāt want to leave. He doesnāt want to let T.K. out of his sight. Because he canāt shake the feeling that if he leaves everything might disappear. That heāll come back to find T.K. still in a coma orā¦
Tears rise to the surface and god, Carlos is so tired of crying. His eyes feel like sandpaper, burning and raw, and there is a permanent headache that has taken up residence in his forehead. But itās fine, he can ignore it all because all that matters is that T.K. is alive and theyāre okay.
Carlos is relieved when T.K. drifts off again before they can finish the conversation. Heāll have to go home eventually, T.K.ās going to be here for at least another week, possibly longer. But not yet. He canāt go yet.Ā
XXX
He wakes up disoriented and confused, something cold and hard under his cheek, left elbow smarting, hands touching his body, lots of agitated voices around him.Ā
The hands lift him upright and he struggles to focus. āWhat happened?ā Carlos asks groggily.
āDude you fell asleep like, mid-sentence,ā Nancy says, one hand still on his shoulder to keep him upright. āAnd then you fell out of your chair.ā
āHow long have you been awake?ā Marjan asks.
He doesnāt really know, but he feels lightheaded and sluggish so probably too long. Itās day four of the hospital and Nancy and Marjan returned this morning with decent coffee and snacks, then set up shop in T.K.ās room, ignoring the glares from the nurses and the not-so-subtle reminders that there are only supposed to be two visitors in the room at a time.Ā
āBabe, you need to go home,ā T.K. says from the bed, eyes full of worry as he strains to see whatās going on.
āIāll drive you,ā Nancy says.
āAnd Iāll stay with Frosty the Snowman. Wonāt let him out of my sight,ā Marjan promises.
Carlos is beaten and he knows it. He nods and gets to his feet, very aware of the vise-like grip Nancy has on his arm. āIām okay,ā he says after a moment and she lets him go so he can lean forward and press a kiss to T.K.ās forehead.Ā
āIāll be back soon,ā he says.
āGet some rest,ā T.K. tells him in return. āI love you.ā
Carlos wants to melt hearing those words. Heāll never take them for granted again. āI love you too.ā
Nancy carefully navigates the roads back to the loft. Carlos is grateful for her silence. She seems to sense that heās not up for small talk or deep soul searching or any kind of conversation really. His mind is fuzzy, full of white noise and his body feels heavy.Ā
She looks at him when she parks in front of his building. āDo you need me to walk you up?ā
āNo, Iām good. Thanks.ā
āYouāre not going to like, turn around, get in your car, and drive back to the hospital or anything stupid like that, are you?ā she asks, narrowing her eyes at him.
He wants nothing more than to do just that, but with the roads still a little questionable and his focus completely missing heāll likely end up being a casualty of the weather and have to live through the embarrassment of being rescued by his own people. āNo,ā he says honestly. āIām going to sleep for a couple hours, shower, and then go back.ā
āA couple? Dude you need like eight solid hours,ā Nancy tells him with a disapproving frown.
āItāll have to be three and a lot of coffee,ā he says, giving her a smile. āThanks for the ride. Thanks forā¦everything. I couldnāt have made it through this without you.ā
He feels tears clogging his throat yet again. āDude, no stop that,ā she says quickly, swiping at her own eyes. āNo more crying, itās going to ruin our youthful complexions.ā
He gives a wet, exhausted chuckle. āI think itās probably too late to worry about that. T.K. is going to give me grey hair long before my time.ā
āMe too, but only you and my stylist will ever know,ā she tells him, before reaching over and squeezing his arm. āNow get out of here before you fall asleep in my car.ā
He wants to sleep, he can practically hear his bed calling to him, but now that heās left the walls of the hospital all he can smell on his skin is sweat and antiseptic and recycled air and he canāt stand the thought of getting into his clean sheets without a shower.Ā
The power is back on and the pipes finally seem to have thawed, and he turns the water on as hot as it will go, the spray like little pinpricks of fire against his skin. He doesnāt know how long he stands there, water pouring over him, struggling not to nod off. He finally manages to shake himself awake, reaching for the soap and scrubbing awkwardly with fingers clumsy from lack of sleep, trying to rid himself of the lingering nerves and anxiety still adrift in his body.
By the time he drags himself out of the shower and dries off he can barely keep his eyes open. He forces himself to pull on a pair of boxers and sweatpants along with a t-shirt to ward off the lingering chill in the apartment.Ā
And then he finally crawls into his bed, the cool sheets making him shiver, but warming quickly as he settles into place. He turns onto his side, eyes locking on the empty pillow next to him. A pillow heād thought might be empty forever. A pillow that soon, very soon, will once again hold the man he loves.Ā
What heād thought was going to be their end is actually their new beginning.Ā
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With the answer limit now 12, the competition is more interesting.
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So excited to be at the Ice Storm arc, and season 3 in general, in the 911 Lone Star Rewatch! Season 3 was so good! I really wish I've been able to participate more, but I am so looking forward to seeing everyones posts, reblogs, art, etc from this arc and season!
#ice storm arc my beloved#911 lone star#tk strand#carlos reyes#tarlos#season 3#episode: the big chill#episode: thin ice#owen strand#judd ryder#grace ryder#tommy vega#paul strickland#marjan marwani#nancy gillian#mateo chavez#billy tyson
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[tw for gore, and tysm to @/psyonicscream's mod for helping me with the plot~)
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Evan Buckley š¤ TK Strand: having weird comatose dreams after they almost die from natural disasters.
#evan buckley#tk strand#they could start a support group#911 show#911 lone star#im on the ice storm arc and its WILD#the afterlife in 911 is wild#the in between?#911 spoilers#911 lone star spoilers
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bruv. where did u even come from LMAO
"Wisconsin"
#(This is a joke)#arc one: fading memory#zeus beaten at his own game fled from the pantheon in shame // storm (unpleasant gradient) ic#helpless and afraid the young demigod weeped for guidance // anons
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since you finished asos, did you noticed a difference on Aryaās character? as in how george wrote her in this book. I feel like after rereading these books i noticed more and more and to me arya just was such a cliche-tomboy girl in this one,you know that type that antis love to say about arya? I felt that in this book which I didnāt in the previous ones. I donāt know but especially in the second book arya was so much more complex and deep and went through so much, and in asos for me it seemed like that went out of the window in a way, and just was portrayed in such a cliche way, without that emotional side and maturity that she achieved in acok. she is so young obviously but the internal thoughts and how she carried herself was a little more complex then in asos. donāt know if it makes sense.
So, I have to say I really disagree with this. Arya has never been written as a stereotypical tomboy and I think it really simplifies/reduces her character to say that she is. She certainly hasn't ever been written in the way antis, or the majority of fandom, claim she has. I'm not sure what measure you're using to judge but let's assume that it's the opposite of her being traditionally feminine. The real question is, where exactly does Arya have room to be more feminine? Her story in ASOS starts with her on the run and escaping Harrenhal, she subsequently gets captured by the BWB, and then by Sandor. The entire time she is traveling through war-torn land and in constant danger. Her behavior isn't her consciously deciding not to be "feminine" it's her adapting to her surroundings. TBH she has a lot more "feminine" moments than seems logical considering. She wears multiple dresses, bonds with Lady Smallwood and thinks about her throughout the book, she has romantic coded moments with Gendry, there's a romance song specifically related to her, and she even thinks of running away with Gendry like in the songs. This isn't specifically towards you but I would love it if people would stop labeling this little 9-11-year-old girl masculine. It's weird to try and judge her by such restrictive measures.
I also don't think she's any less complex, it's actually the opposite. I think this book does a lot more to show her state of mind and how things are affecting her. Arya is a character that George has always written beyond her years so I can see why some of her thoughts could be viewed as "childish" in comparison. Like you said though, she is very young. We really feel the weight of what she's been through and her desperation to simply make it back to her family. She is a very traumatized young girl and she's written as such. We still get to see her intelligence, her maturity, AND her emotional side. All of these things exist as part of her character but it doesn't make her any less complex. And how exactly does she go through less in ASOS? Was running for her life, being kidnapped, and witnessing the red wedding not enough trauma for her?
Hoping none of this came off as rude but because you didn't supply anything specific as to why you felt that way, I had to answer kind've generically. It just feels like Arya is held to a higher standard than other characters and criticized more harshly. Aside from Dany, I really never see characters being reduced and fit into restrictive boxes like she is. It's like people judge her based only on specific moments and don't look at the entirety of her character and development.
#ask#anon#arya stark#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#a storm of swords#asos#I have a feeling this wasn't the answer you wanted uh sorry#feel free to send another ask if you have any more specifics though if this hasn't annoyed you off#I just uhhh...why can't Arya just be a traumatized little girl sometimes without it making her less mature or complex? š#her entire arc in this book culminates in her deciding to go to Braavos because so many of her family is dead and she has no way#to reach those who she thinks are the only ones who remain#she tried so hard to make it back to her mother and brother and because she was delayed by others she only manages#to arrive at the moment of their deaths...and then witnesses her mother's dead body being pulled out of the river...#she doesn't feel like she has a place with anybody else and feels abandoned by the pack she had in Gendry and Hot Pie#god she just goes through so much can she please get some rest or security in TWOW? probably not š
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whether weather be the frost // or the violence of the dog days is such a good lyric like the pen game in evermore is unreal. itās almost her time of the year to shine
#donāt even get me started on how this is THE tarlos ice storm arc song#the part with bon iverā¦ thatās literally push I canāt handle it#makes me want to go back to my video edit days because I can see it in my mind ajdha#nothing quite like listening to this song/album on a snowy December night#specifically on the walk home from a college library during finals week. peak dissociation hours
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the more i think abt it the more mad i am about that season premiere for lone star
like the season 3 one was surprising but at least it was GOOD and made LOGICAL SENSE
like yes no one will ever be the arson episodes my favs but oh my god that was like BAD
I really donāt want to be a hater but there are so many plot holes now like it just does not make sense if this is Carlosā ābest friendā why isnāt he more concerned about her disappearance. ridiculous
#i am mad but I feel guilty being mad bc I love that show I really do!#911 lone star#yeah no one will ever be ice storm arc or arson arc or 1x10ā¦.#also please demote the special effects team immediately. that green filter was an atrocity
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I remember those two weeks between 3x03 and 3x04 airing. Torture. The absolute cruelest thing they couldāve done.
The time between 4x03 and 4x04 is gonna be stressful, but maybe the premiere date getting moved up was a blessing. We only have to be stressed for one week, not two!
#the ice storm arc was such a font of inspiration#but I remember going on walks at lunch just to get the nerves out of my system#literally just vibrating out of my damn skin thinking about it#āwhy are you so stressed?ā āthis fucking weewoo show 0/10 do not recommendā#911 lone star spoilers
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I also wouldn't be surprised if we find out that Carlos told TK he would handle it so that TK did actually misstep-pure intentionedly.
I wanna see their conversation before carlos leaves the loft so bad!!!!!! how everything is gonna go down while him and TK have an unresolved argument on top!!
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His Muse had always been so thoughtful, waiting on his every wordāthere to offer comfort and advice when he needed it the most, even when he didn't deserve it. Stanford is truly blessed to know him, fortunate he's there when his entire world crumbles ( LITTLE DOES HE KNOW, CIPHER IS ROOT OF IT ALL ). The silence is tense between them, and he wonders what the other will say. Is his apology enough? Is he enough? Or is this fret for nothing? He'd give anything to stop thinking about this, but it plagues him, and he'll fear sleep for months.
Maybe he should, the author contemplates, eyes wearily wandering to the the array of bottles across the shelves. He often tried not to drink his troubles away. After all, he's a man of science; doesn't he deal with grief logically? But that's the thing, there is not a single logical thing about this. What logic is there to weave around eliminating memories? How do you recuperate from that? His gaze moves slowly back to his partner, watching as he idly traces the cup. Stanford is that tired, he can't lend even a look of shock at the image, though eyes are a touch wider as it refills.
ā ...yeah, maybe not today, ā he mumbles quietly in agreement, a glance trailing back to his own glass tentatively. It's a morbid, curious thoughtābut absolutely one he knows would make him more miserable than he is if he found out about it. He hopes that Ford lives a better life... not that he's ungrateful; there are so many bumps in this lifetime that they're beginning to erode his journey. At least Bill is here through it all... he won't leave him. His fingers cautiously wrap around the glass, staring at it for a firm few seconds. ā Does it help? ā
It's a question he speaks without really thinking, long since getting the impression this is how his Muse deals with such issues. He wonders of the trials and tribulations he must deal with on the daily... far bigger than anything else Stanford could be anxious over. Quickly turning silent, he lifts in the glass in the air, idling swirling it for a moment.
He glances back to his friend, holds that stare for a moment, then sighs quietly as he raises the glass to his lips.
Maybe he'll be lucky enough it numbs all the pain.
It's not unlike his host to have such negative thoughts, but before this incident at least there was a spark of determination to push through, a feverish desire to become worthwhile through all the loathing talk. For a period of time there was a wave of confidence and validation sprung on by Bill, too. Yet it seems like the progress is lost, the despair so great, that even his muse is put off by it. It's not like he doesn't have the charisma and knowledge of just what to do and say that always makes his host feel better, it's that he can't understand why Stanford is still upset. Had it just happened? Sure, but he's been lending a helping hand! The only one that actually matters, and now the only person who'd ever stayed! So why is he having such a hard time moving on? Bill slowly blinks at the string of thought barraging him and wonders how long this new arc is going to be- he also has half a mind to cut right through to the fun part, but he prefers not to mess with memories unless something grows dire. After all, he's made the mistake of thinking something so useless wouldn't affect his portals before, and then the test run had triggered all kinds of chaos he was fine with but that the shaman didn't seem so amused by. Loser! Oh well, he won't make the same mistakes here. How long do these things drag out for, anyway? Ten more minutes?
"YOU SHOULD TRY IT SOMETIME, FORDSY." Even if the self hatred was easier to manipulate, the wave of it in his head isn't as amusing anymore. The hillbilly is still all over his mind and he'd been about to betray him! Stanford could use some good old fashioned self love right now to ease away those thoughts.
What better way than with his offer? The bartending Bill looks at him with an expression of 'this is a lot', and he returns it with a 'don't I know it' before snapping his fingers and bringing two glasses to each of them. Behind the counter, one of the bottles is taken from the highest shelf and poured into each. "IF YOU WANTED TO SEE IT." The triangle begins, finger tracing the lip of the cup before he takes the entire thing and dumps it into his eye. A tongue traces across it after a moment to catch any remaining drops. The glass is refilled in an instant.
"BUT YOU'VE SEEN ENOUGH HEARTBREAK TODAY, HUH? ENOUGH FOR A LIFETIME, ACTUALLY. YOU'RE ALLOWED TO DROWN IT ALL AWAY, TO GIVE YOURSELF A MUCH NEEDED BREAK. I CAN'T STAND SEEING MY HOST LIKE THIS! COME ON, PAL, WHEN HAVE I EVER STEERED YOU WRONG?"
#ā the author. ļ¹ .ic ļ¹#ā what is this place? || ļ¹ .verse tbt ļ¹#bllcphr#alcohol tw#self loathing tw#//b ill got a storm comin cause this isn't a five second arc rip
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. "DON'T YOU DO that," she growled, knowing exactly what her brother was up to. This was what he DID: he'd sit down whenever he had something bad to say, or wanted to fight, or... any of the big reasons, really. Other times, he'd lean on her ( practically knocking her over ) or even lay his head on her knees while she was trying to sew up his shirt, looking up at her like he hadn't taken every bit of their family's height and kept it all to himself.
This time, she knew it was because there was bad news, and she wasn't going to allow him to tell her what she already knew.
. "Stand back up unless you've got good news to share."
. ( @wnterslder ) Ā« sits down in front of her so they can see eye-to-eye
#ii. ( ic ) ā inbox reply#ii. ( verse ) ā i have become myself#ii. ( arc ) ā the calm before the storm#ii. ( arc ) ā with wnterslder#:(
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Tag Dump 2 -- RP Things
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#{ electrifying dumbass; (ic) }#{ (open rp) }#{ munday meme }#{ here's a shocking answer; (answered) }#{ when darkness turns to light; (anon) }#{ i can't really explain it; (dash comm) }#{ messing with electricity; (dash games) }#{ i'm still just as lost; (crack rp) }#{ sparks inside of me; (pre war arc) }#{ they had tongues like guns; (post war arc) }#{ EVERYTHING IS FINE; (main) }#{ pro hero chargebolt; (pro hero verse) }#{ storm mage kaminari; (fantasy au) }#{ starter call }#{ ask meme }#{ headcanon meme }
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your cool
*Storm is doing this rn*
#zeus beaten at his own game fled from the pantheon in shame // storm (unpleasant gradient) ic#arc one: fading memory#fading heart dummy
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āZuko Never Wanted To Kill Anyoneā
Zuko tried to kill Suki. He fired a shot that wouldāve fried her to a crisp when she was down on the ground. The only reason she lived was because Sokka deflected it.
Zuko drove his ship into the ice in the SWT, nearly running over several children. One child almost fell between the cracked ice and had to be rescued. That wouldāve been a death sentence. Zuko didnāt care.
Zuko repeatedly burns down or causes serious damage to villages with people living inside them. Including children.
He tells his own crew members that their lives done matter, only his goals, and forces them to steer into a dangerous storm that couldāve gotten them all killed.
He violently robs civilians when he is on the streets. And not only out of desperation, but also for luxury items he feels entitled to.
Even as a small child, he laughed at his uncleās joke about burning the largest civilian city in the world to the ground. While heās actively seizing it and no one can get out.
Zuko betrays his own uncle to his nation, knowing he has been branded a traitor and may well be executed if not imprisoned for life in horrible conditions that will surely lead to premature death. In one of the comics Zuko is told that Iroh may not even survive the trip home. He still goes through with it.
He hired an assassin, behind everyoneās backs so it wasnāt even being done in service as a soldier for his nation, to murder Aang just to protect his own social status and his fatherās approval.
He goaded Aang on to kill his father and mocked Aang for wanting a non-homicidal solution.
He crashed his sisterās coronationānot aware that she has banished everyone, mind you, so he could be walking into a highly protected fortress and potentially have to kill his way through soldiers and servantsāand challenges his sister to an honor duel. He does this precisely because he recognizes she is mentally unwell and that he can exploit this.
He goaded his sister into shooting lightning at him. Lightning which is lethal. While sheās comet boosted. Just so he can risk his life because a small mistake could fry his heart. So he can redirect itā¦ nowhere? Potentially multiple times as she can possibly chain lightning while comet boosted. Why? What possible reason could he have to put himself in such a dangerous and fruitless scenario?
He was trying to kill her. Zuko has never been against killing.
He just changed sides.
And before you say ābut he redeemed! He changed!ā Yes.
I do know he changed. Itās what makes his arc so powerful. The fact that he was so willing to kill and invested in the war.
But he is still learning and he clearly didnāt realize that trying to kill his sister was wrong until she was chained up and sobbing. Only then did he finally see through Ozaiās manipulation pitting them against each other. She was never a monster. She wasnāt just the embodiment of everything he had failed to do, not just a living obstacle to overcome. She was also dadās victim.
And in doing so, Zuko finally breaks the cycle of ābrother killing brotherā in their family that Iroh warned about.
Itās an incredible redemption story.
It only works if we admit Zuko was once a villain who did bad things and had selfish and sometimes cruel intent.
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