ATH Not-So-Temporary Thread

[Lady Mimicry]

"Wasn't going to," he yelled, throwing his boot at the door. Digging through his pockets, he protruded his lighter and fresh cigarette. Lighting it, he found a quick escape from Lucy's bullshit. He'd probably go raving, dance with strangers that he'd grope and molest and kiss. Oh, ******** that.

Grabbing his coat, he hurried out the door, but before he'd gotten halfway down the street, he froze. Wait, that's what Lucy wanted, wasn't it? Wanted him to go chasing after him. ********. That. Hell, he'd go get shitfaced, start a couple of bar fights. Yeah, that sounded just right. Just what he needed.  

[Felixitous]

Lucy, for once, didn't go dancing. He climbed the fence to the closed park and sat on his bench, leaning his head back. It had gotten dark quickly. The park was the only place where you could see the stars in Talador. He stared at them and let tears roll down his cheeks and into his hair. Tonight was a bad night.

After only a few minutes, he got up and climbed back out. Even if Gabe made him mad, he still wanted to be with him. There was just something about him. He could make him madder than anyone else, but at the same time, he was the only one that made him feel. He made him feel safe, almost. He started to go home, but he knew he wasn't there. Instead, he called him. He'd probably be going drinking, if he knew him. God, he wished he wouldn't. It scared him sometimes, the things he did. Lucy wasn't exactly a prime example of good choice-making, but he tried his best to keep himself healthy. He didn't drink, he didn't smoke, he rarely did any drugs. His main issue was his insomnia, and that was something he couldn't really help. Besides, Gabe always made it better.

He ran a hand through his hair and started making the rounds to all the local bars, still waiting for Gabe to pick up the phone.  

[Lady Mimicry]

Gabe's pocket vibrated annoyingly. He wanted to look. What if it was Lucy? What if he'd gotten himself into trouble? Shut up, Gabriel, just take another shot. Clinking glasses with the gentlemen beside him, he downed his sixth, knowing he wasn't done yet.

Maybe he'd keep drinking. Maybe he'd start a fight. Depended on the whiskey, really.  

[Felixitous]

The buzzing in Gabe's pocket stopped for a second, then immediately started back up. Lucy was his mother's son after all--he was too stubborn to stop at just one call.

He kept calling. Every time it went ignored, he hung up and called again. He paced in the empty park, shivering, crying. It was times like these he just wanted to curl up and sleep, but of course, he couldn't, not without Gabe. While he waited, he screamed and kicked things. Eventually, he sat down and screamed some more. He hated his life. Things would be so much easier if he just didn't exist any more.  

[Lady Mimicry]

Behind Lucy, a heavy coat was draped over his shoulders. It was obnoxiously long, white, and smelled like daddy. Zero knelt there awkwardly, that man-code preventing him from blatantly saying, "Hey, you're crying!" or "Are you okay?" Although he really wanted to. Really, really wanted to.

"Uh...mind if I sit here?"  

[Felixitous]

Lucy shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Won't make a difference. My life is utter s**t either way." He exhaled sharply before starting again. "I mean, you're a d**k who's married to someone who isn't Mom, my boyfriend is an a*****e, and I'm stuck with the both of you." He suddenly remember how nice that knife had felt in his gut. Even though it was his blood, it had felt warm and soothing on his hands. He wanted to kill someone. Anyone. Even himself. He cast a sideways glance at Zero and imagined his blank eyes staring heavenward, pale hair and skin stained with blood, mouth just slightly agape. Then he imagined the pain in his mother's eyes and looked away. He couldn't do that to her. She was the last person in his life who had never really betrayed him--besides Logan, really. He figured he'd humor Zero and talk to him for a minute, tell him to get ******** and die, then go home and make Logan cuddle. It wasn't as good as cuddling Gabe, but it would do. He pushed Zero's coat off and looked at him. "So? What do you want?"  

[Lady Mimicry]

Zero shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, you're screaming kind of loud out here. Thought I'd...check on you." Basically translating to, I know you were fighting, I was worried.

"I know you hate me right now..." Sighing, he took Lucy's hand and slipped a folded piece of paper to him. Then, standing, he patted Lucy's head and started for home.

"Keep the jacket. Please."  

[Felixitous]

He waited until Zero was gone to open the paper. Stupid curiosity.  

[Lady Mimicry]

Written upon said paper was an address. Which would inevitably lead Lucy to the bar that Gabriel was hiding out at! :O  

[Felixitous]

More curiosity pulled at him. He wanted to rebel and not go to the address, to prove he didn't need Zero.

But he needed to know.

So Lucy, using the navigational skills he did not inherit from his mother, found the bar and went inside.

((I feel the need to mention that he is wearing a peacoat. Because he would look adorable in those.))  

[Lady Mimicry]

Of course, right as Lucy reached the door, a guy went flying, right into the mud. It was Gabriel, but judging from the way Gabe was rubbing his knuckles, he'd been the one throwing the punches.

When he saw Lucy, his eyes wandered over him, inspecting. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?"  

[Felixitous]

He frowned at him. "Oh yes, because I'm supposed to magically know where you are every time you go somewhere. I'm a goddamn miracle worker, yessirree." He shook his head and turned away. "Forget it. Forget you. I'm going home." Looked like he'd be awake tonight.  

[Lady Mimicry]

"Nah," he muttered, wiping blood away from his busted lip, "I'll walk with ya. Tired of these assholes." He reeked of whiskey, but it'd obviously numbed him out enough that he'd forgotten they were fighting.

Atleast, it seemed that way. Besides the occasional wobble, he walked in his typical strut, jacket swung over his shoulder like he didn't give a rat's a** about anything.  

[Felixitous]

After only a few minutes, Lucy shook his head and turned to him. "No. No, I can't do this any more," he spat, as though the words themselves had a horrible taste. "Just leave me alone, Gabe. I'm done."

It'll hurt less this way, he thought. He's forever making you feel like s**t. It's for the best.

But inside, he ached.  

[Lady Mimicry]

"You're done? So, you're breaking up with me?" Gabriel combed his fingers through his hair and growled, "Fine, whatever the ******** you want. I was getting tired of your bullshit."

Glaring, Gabe spat at Lucy's feet then stalked off, his boots clacking angrily against the concrete.