Bringing JC back... again.
- SPN based, but generally fandom flexible.
- 21+/MDNI.
- ...blasphemous content. I cannot stress that enough.
- Always open to banter and descriptive SLs.
- DMs open for plotting.
-MV, ships require chem.
- Yet another face of #Raven.
He brings a half empty bottle of bourbon to his lips, gulping down some of the dark liquor with a small wince at the burning in his throat.
It's been a particularly long month for him.
Bringing JC back... again.
- SPN based, but generally fandom flexible.
- 21+/MDNI.
- ...blasphemous content. I cannot stress that enough.
- Always open to banter and descriptive SLs.
- DMs open for plotting.
-MV, ships require chem.
- Yet another face of #Raven.
@Judasandsilver Giddy for the chance at blow, and more than a little nervous for the kiss, JC's made up his mind. A kiss didn't lead to... /feelings/ after all. At least not in his experience.
Grinning cheekily, JC grabbed the other's shirt and pulled him close before leaning in the plant a --
@Judasandsilver -- fingers pulling at his twisted locks.
"You could never barge in– that implies you're not welcome. And you are, always. Even if it.... /surprised/ me."
@Judasandsilver JC couldn't help the startled laugh that escaped his lips, a roll of his eyes accompanying his words.
"Oh please! You never believed I was what I said I was. My water into wine trick, walking on water... none of it impressed you... try as I might."
He shook his head, --
@Judasandsilver Releasing his hand with a soft, regretful sigh, he shook his head slowly.
"No, maybe not. But time changes all things... and it's been a lot of time, for one of us, at least." There was a small pause, his eyes searching Judas' features. His inner thoughts warring between quiet--
@Judasandsilver -- He was /always/ thinking these days.
"Maybe, if he hasn't changed too much, you could learn to love him again."
If he wasn't too broken, too pathetic, too... twisted.
@Judasandsilver Father, did this man know what he was doing to him? Did he /always/ know? Did he mean what he was saying, or was it more of his father puppeteering him again?
He let their handshake linger a moment longer than what was necessary, blue eyes locked on their hands. Thinking. --
Love. The word he'd spent his entire second life avoiding. He rarely even used it for talking about things like food or wine... or puppies.
It made his gut twist painfully. Judas didn't love him in the way he'd always craved him to.
"Let's just... try to start over." He held --
He nods slowly bringing the bottle back to his lips. This was going well, so far. But in true alcoholic fashion, any excuse to drink was a good excuse.
"I know... I–" he sucks in a shaky breath. Hesitant. "I'm not /over/ it. But it's good t' see you."
He mindlessly rubbed at the scars on the palms of his hands, twitchy. How long had he imagined something like this happening? Too long.
"Consider yourself lucky. World's gotten a hell of a lot more fucked up since... everything. People twistin' my words, using them for hate."--
He takes /another/ big gulp from the bottle before hesitantly holding it out towards the other.
"Recent?"
Father, he hated that frown. He always had. Seeing Judas smile had meant everything to him, once upon a time. But that frown made more and more appearances by the end.