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[finalslay]

@lucksparagon

he  has  been  through  so  many  of  the  rooms  of  mount  massive  asylum  by  now  —  most  of  his  attempts  have  been  futile,  opening  doors  to  only  be  met  with  those  that  either  reject  him  or  were  not  worthy  in  the  first  place.  it  doesn't  matter,  though.  eddie  is  positive  that  his  perfect  bride  is  in  here  somewhere.  she  has  to  be.  what  is  the  point  of  it  all  if  she  isn't? 

now, the groom  stalks  through  the  hallways  of  the  asylum,  and  as  he  does,  so  many  of  the  inmates  lingering  nearby  flee.  a  reputation  proceeds  him  —  none  of  them  want  to  be  gluskin’s  next  victim.

another  door  pushed  open,  and  inside  there  sits  one.  eddie’s  head  tilts  to  the  side  as  he  examines  the  situation  :  this  bride  is  bound  in  a  straightjacket,  a  sight  that  has  his  jaw  clenching.  then,  he  realizes  it  — a  damsel  in  distress!  hand  reaches  for  the  knife  tucked  in  his  belt,  the  groom  taking  a  few  steps  closer  to  the  patient  before  him.

“  oh,  darling,  ”   he  hums,  crouching  down  so  that  he  can  begin  to  work  at  undoing  the  contraption  that  keeps  this  one  bound,  “  let  me  help  you.  that’s  what  a  gentleman  should  do,  after  all  —  i  shall  be  your  knight  in  shining  armor!  ”

[finalslay]

the moment that the door to their office flies open, joseph knows that this isn’t going to go well. of course he does. admittedly, he’s been expecting this confrontation for a while now — it was only a matter of time before internal affairs finally acted on his tip, before they finally pulled the detective aside for a little chat. today, it seems, is the day of reckoning.

it’s to joseph’s credit that he doesn’t even flinch as sebastian slams the door behind him, let alone when the yelling starts. instead, as the other closes in, joseph remains in his desk chair. hand rises, straightening his glasses. yes, after all, he’s had more than enough time to prepare himself for this moment ( but it still stings, seeing the anger and hurt on his partner’s face ).

“ i was just … doing what i thought was best for you, ” he says, gaze rising to meet his partner’s. joseph will not back down from this ; not when he knows that was he was doing was the right thing. “ you’ve been getting worse, seb — i figured it was only a matter of time before something went bad. ”

sebastian had thought everything was still fine, that nothing had changed with his work — and for a while, it hadn’t. but, joseph had seen it : the drinking on the job, the slip-ups on cases. the little things, all beginning to reach a tipping point. the sort of things that end up lead to worse mistakes — the kind that could have cost sebastian his badge ( or worse ), and that had been the last thing he wanted to see.

it hadn’t been an easy decision, reporting him to the others. not in the slightest.

“ i did it to help, detective. trust me when i say that. ”

angst starter. ﹚ ➛ with @finalslay as joseph oda.

the door slams behind him with a heavy thud, drawing everyone’s gaze towards him. yet, it’s easy to ignore — he had been the centre of attention within the office for quite some time now. the fact that wherever he went, dozens of eyes followed him, was nothing new.

within his veins, anger pumps through them, so much so, at this moment it lessens the sting of betrayal he truly feels into almost nothing. it’s still there, though, and the rational part of sebastian’s mind is telling him to go outside, away from the overbearing eyes. he could have a smoke — or even a drink . . . but he couldn’t, not really; that’s what got him into this entire mess in the first place. of course, he isn’t stupid, people have noticed what sebastian was going through. none of them were brave enough to talk, not even the boss, because it never got in the way of his work. he never would let it do so. the alcohol helped, helped the lonely nights not be so empty, and the slow days not be so slow. everyone else had noticed, they just decided that since the quality of his work hadn’t changed, then it didn’t matter. he didn’t matter.

expect him.

getting closer and closer to their office, the more his anger goes from simmering to boiling over. it only worsens when he finally has his eyes on the man he’s suppose to call partner, the one who is meant to have his back. the door creaks loudly as it shuts, giving them privacy but all sebastian can hear is the gritting of his own teeth, and the words he next speaks, “ tu hijo de puta! ” before he can acknowledge his mother tongue slipping out, a telltale sign he’s angry — or rather no; pissed off, he steps closer, and carries on with his rant, “ you fuckin’ reported me, joseph, really?! ”

[finalslay]

where should you be kissed?

forehead. over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

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