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ph_logs2025-02-28 11:03 am
theydrewfirstblood) wrote in ph_logs2025-02-28 11:03 am
will i ever hear your voice again, the darkness is like an old friend...(OPEN)
Who: John Rambo and you!
What: John NOT at Merrymeet--shortly after returning, John discovered his partner, Siebren, was gone, and fresh wounds have been open ever since.
When: During/evening of or after Merrymeet for attendees who want to visit after the event
Where: Baker Ranch
Warning(s): canon typical warnings (PTSD, gun violence, death, etc.), touch starvation
John is grateful to be back, to be home. He's grateful that he is, in fact, still in fact at home. That losing again didn't change that.
That he still feels safe here.
John's currently in the middle of nowhere...sort of. He's a few dozen yards from the house and the workshop, sitting in the grass, watching Co and Bao mill about the grass and wishing he smoked. Or drank any significant amount, drinking might help take the edge off...
He's been a homebody almost since he returned. He can't help it, there's too many memories everywhere he goes, and even Merrymeet--fuck, he'd been looking forward to making some new ones there to heal old wounds, especially as rough as the holidays had been--is too much for him so he stays home.
A year ago, he started losing Sam there. This year, he thought he could salve that ache with some new memories. Dance with Laios and Dahlia, dance with the new Flower Queen...maybe he could even manage to enjoy the food with--
"Siebren."
He breathes the name sharply, sudden, an exhalation after being punched in the stomach. It hurts, losing him. Loving him wasn't just good for John, wasn't just a fresh source of joy, loving him felt good. Sure, love's great, but Siebren? He never looked at him as anything less than an equal in all things. Even intellectually, when in that John couldn't hold a candle to his brilliant, beautiful mind. He fought so hard to protect John from himself, saw so much good in him he walked into a personal darkness he feared to protect him.
Siebren loved him in a way few people ever had, and John loved--loves him--in a way he's afraid he'll never find again. All the hope his affection for Co Bao presented, all the fragile and precious purity he found in falling for Laios, with nuance and an understanding of personal darkness existing between them that made John realize just how good this strange and wonderful foray into having multiple partners was for him.
Now, that's gone--and he swore he'd tear the whole damn universe apart to get him back. To find him, no matter where he might be. It's a promise he will keep--but it's a promise he can't keep the way he wants to, which is fucking now. To hold him again, kiss that perfect, prominent nose and those cheekbones, to feel the weight of his power and the safety of being held by him again.
Today, with Merrymeet happening and a relatively empty house...it's too much. The bed he made love to Siebren in, the house he floated around in when he visited, the porch where he caught Siebren sneaking candy into everyone's shoes the day he confessed to loving him for the first time.
John had to leave, to walk until he couldn't find a memory of Siebren in the empty stretch of land.
Now, it's here he sits, keeping Co and Bao close, staring into the middle distance--and just tries not to think at all.
Not of Sam, who he lost last year. Not of Siebren, who he lost this year--and not of his beloved demon genius who risked losing him to save him.
He just tries...not to think. Not to remember.
Not to wish he could forget.
What: John NOT at Merrymeet--shortly after returning, John discovered his partner, Siebren, was gone, and fresh wounds have been open ever since.
When: During/evening of or after Merrymeet for attendees who want to visit after the event
Where: Baker Ranch
Warning(s): canon typical warnings (PTSD, gun violence, death, etc.), touch starvation
John is grateful to be back, to be home. He's grateful that he is, in fact, still in fact at home. That losing again didn't change that.
That he still feels safe here.
John's currently in the middle of nowhere...sort of. He's a few dozen yards from the house and the workshop, sitting in the grass, watching Co and Bao mill about the grass and wishing he smoked. Or drank any significant amount, drinking might help take the edge off...
He's been a homebody almost since he returned. He can't help it, there's too many memories everywhere he goes, and even Merrymeet--fuck, he'd been looking forward to making some new ones there to heal old wounds, especially as rough as the holidays had been--is too much for him so he stays home.
A year ago, he started losing Sam there. This year, he thought he could salve that ache with some new memories. Dance with Laios and Dahlia, dance with the new Flower Queen...maybe he could even manage to enjoy the food with--
"Siebren."
He breathes the name sharply, sudden, an exhalation after being punched in the stomach. It hurts, losing him. Loving him wasn't just good for John, wasn't just a fresh source of joy, loving him felt good. Sure, love's great, but Siebren? He never looked at him as anything less than an equal in all things. Even intellectually, when in that John couldn't hold a candle to his brilliant, beautiful mind. He fought so hard to protect John from himself, saw so much good in him he walked into a personal darkness he feared to protect him.
Siebren loved him in a way few people ever had, and John loved--loves him--in a way he's afraid he'll never find again. All the hope his affection for Co Bao presented, all the fragile and precious purity he found in falling for Laios, with nuance and an understanding of personal darkness existing between them that made John realize just how good this strange and wonderful foray into having multiple partners was for him.
Now, that's gone--and he swore he'd tear the whole damn universe apart to get him back. To find him, no matter where he might be. It's a promise he will keep--but it's a promise he can't keep the way he wants to, which is fucking now. To hold him again, kiss that perfect, prominent nose and those cheekbones, to feel the weight of his power and the safety of being held by him again.
Today, with Merrymeet happening and a relatively empty house...it's too much. The bed he made love to Siebren in, the house he floated around in when he visited, the porch where he caught Siebren sneaking candy into everyone's shoes the day he confessed to loving him for the first time.
John had to leave, to walk until he couldn't find a memory of Siebren in the empty stretch of land.
Now, it's here he sits, keeping Co and Bao close, staring into the middle distance--and just tries not to think at all.
Not of Sam, who he lost last year. Not of Siebren, who he lost this year--and not of his beloved demon genius who risked losing him to save him.
He just tries...not to think. Not to remember.
Not to wish he could forget.
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It only took close to a year, but he's finally starting to call him John sometimes!
"You want me to tell Laios he oughta come see you too?"
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The question gives him pause, though, because...yeah, everything in him is screaming for Laios, for Max, for someone to get rid of this aching void in his chest. Something to do that isn't breaking something in frustration because he can't go chasing down the man he loves.
...and yet that gnawing doubt stops him.
You're wrong to want it. You're wrong to need it. You're not supposed to have it.
John's mouth opens and closes several times...but he can't make himself reply.
Which, in and of itself, is an answer in the affirmative: John may not want Radar to tell Laios to come by, but he clearly needs him to.
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"Okay," he murmurs at last. He leans more comfortably against John's shoulder. "I'll tell him."
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It occurs to John, in that moment, that he's a tougher motherfucker than the whole of Special Forces put together.
With a watery smile, John kisses the top of Radar's head and follows suit, stroking the loafy dog in his lap and watching Co chase down some bug in the distance.
Thanks, Radar. he thinks quietly, and out loud he says...
"Love you, bud."