Lacrimosa

[shut_up_wesley]

 Who: Wesley Crusher, Dok, Alucard and James Kirk
What: A few threats are followed through....it doesn't end well
When: October 21st, just after dark
Where: An empty street in town
Rating: R for violence, language and Alucard being a creeper
Status: Closed/Incomplete

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[ridokulous]

"I never said I didn't!" Dok laughed in turn, "I'm just pointing out that maintaining that glorious updo was a holdup in getting us out the door," he teased. But for all the hell he gave Wes about his hair, he absolutely cracked up at the idea of a cart with a 'reserved' sign. "I would...actually kind of love that," he admitted through laughter. "The sad thing is, for as much as I intend to come back after I start work, I bet I will have a personalized cart."

The squeeze to his hand was more comforting than he had expected, and caused his smile to warm in time with the rest of him. A slight distance crept into it's edges when his friend spoke of what could have been, because he knew all too well the likelihood of being drafted anyway.

Before he met Wesley, he often found himself preferring that idea. But now, to be walking back to a warm, safe home, hand in hand with someone he loved...it seemed to dwell on him that maybe his life had been preserved for a reason. If he had just been drafted and killed back then, barring reincarnation, he wouldn't be where he was.

"I think..." he started, not sure how to word it, "I think that as nice as that would have been...I would rather be standing here with you now."

Still, he couldn't shake off the look of surprise when Wes spoke of his hopes. It struck him in a way that had almost left him winded with it's honesty. The idea that there was someone in the world that was still on his side, even after all that he'd done...that someone would care that much about his happiness...

The hand in the younger man's squeezed gently, and after he was sure the burn of tears just behind his eyes had passed, he smiled and said the only thing that echoed through his mind. "I...really do love you, Wesley. Never forget that, alright?" he said with a calm, content softness.

Of course, when he spoke emphatically, Dok just...completely lit up like a freaking Christmas tree. Oh God, the tone in his voice was so cute it was almost painful. The feeling of a stifled squee mixed with the glow of an uncontrollable smile seemed so commonplace, now, and there wasn't a day that went by that he wasn't grateful for that.