Doublepostin' like a bawss.
Because it's Dy's birfday and I promised her some drabblythingies. NEVERMIND THAT I DON'T KNOW HOL HORSE. Idc. She told me to do it and that's all I have to say. >>; I made her two of them~
Hol/Nick - Black Sabbath - Digital Bitch
When Phoenix had returned to this town, this wasn't what he'd expected to find. Sure, he'd been aware that Hol might have moved on from... whatever it was that they had going on, but the man had looked downright abused the last time they had spoken! Unsurprisingly, he'd insisted that nothing was wrong - pretty typical of abusive relationships and all.
He was going to figure this out, though, if it killed him... so he'd initiated conversation the way they used to, under the cover of going out for drinks for... well, his returning celebration, or something. Plying Hol with alcohol was probably irresponsible of him, but no one really pretended he was perfect, did they? Under the guise of enthusiasm, it was easy to drink just enough to make the other think they were both drunk.
Taking him home was an honestly platonic action, even, compared to normal. Of course, a teacher coming to take a drunken cop home didn't mean much, right?
Finding everything out was a little much for him, though. Hol was emotionally wrapped around Alucard's finger, and what could he do about it? He was so high up on the food chain at the precinct... Still, Nick couldn't just let it go. Even if he had to confront the man himself, he'd figure this out. He always did.
Hol/Nick - Madonna - Think of Me
Normally, Hol and Nick would be at a much less... noisy bar than the one they'd come to this time. Nick had insisted, though, since he wasn't going to be here much longer. He hadn't announced it, even, but... that was the hard part, wasn't it?
By now, he was well and truly drunk, though. Hol could tell, especially since he'd been kind of reserved as far as drinking - these big, noisy places didn't really strike his fancy. The other man was flushed and babbling excitedly, practically dragging him toward the dance floor. No one seemed to be paying any mind to them, at least, so he let it happen, even if he stumbled on the raised platform. … There was a reason he didn't dance, okay?
“C'mon! The shong's jush shtart'n', too!” Upon his drunken insistence, Phoenix really did start to dance. Being the only one not dancing wasn't any good either, so Hol finally relented. Nevermind the fact that he probably looked completely dumb up there.
“... Hey, what's this all about, anyway?” he finally asked, as the faster song ended and a slow one took its place. His shoulders tensed a little when the other man draped himself over him, but he didn't back off.
“Cha mean? Well... Hey, if I wentsh an' left, you'd think'a me, right?” It wasn't the answer to his question, not by a long shot, and it was weird that he even brought it up. “Jusht. Hypothetic'ly, y'know?” It was too weird to not mean anything, but Hol wasn't sure what to think about it, either.
“Well... yeah, 'course. But why would y'leave, anyway?” he asked, knowing full well that the other was too drunk to really give him a straight answer... and that was assuming he would, in the first place.
Hol/Nick - Black Sabbath - Digital Bitch
When Phoenix had returned to this town, this wasn't what he'd expected to find. Sure, he'd been aware that Hol might have moved on from... whatever it was that they had going on, but the man had looked downright abused the last time they had spoken! Unsurprisingly, he'd insisted that nothing was wrong - pretty typical of abusive relationships and all.
He was going to figure this out, though, if it killed him... so he'd initiated conversation the way they used to, under the cover of going out for drinks for... well, his returning celebration, or something. Plying Hol with alcohol was probably irresponsible of him, but no one really pretended he was perfect, did they? Under the guise of enthusiasm, it was easy to drink just enough to make the other think they were both drunk.
Taking him home was an honestly platonic action, even, compared to normal. Of course, a teacher coming to take a drunken cop home didn't mean much, right?
Finding everything out was a little much for him, though. Hol was emotionally wrapped around Alucard's finger, and what could he do about it? He was so high up on the food chain at the precinct... Still, Nick couldn't just let it go. Even if he had to confront the man himself, he'd figure this out. He always did.
Hol/Nick - Madonna - Think of Me
Normally, Hol and Nick would be at a much less... noisy bar than the one they'd come to this time. Nick had insisted, though, since he wasn't going to be here much longer. He hadn't announced it, even, but... that was the hard part, wasn't it?
By now, he was well and truly drunk, though. Hol could tell, especially since he'd been kind of reserved as far as drinking - these big, noisy places didn't really strike his fancy. The other man was flushed and babbling excitedly, practically dragging him toward the dance floor. No one seemed to be paying any mind to them, at least, so he let it happen, even if he stumbled on the raised platform. … There was a reason he didn't dance, okay?
“C'mon! The shong's jush shtart'n', too!” Upon his drunken insistence, Phoenix really did start to dance. Being the only one not dancing wasn't any good either, so Hol finally relented. Nevermind the fact that he probably looked completely dumb up there.
“... Hey, what's this all about, anyway?” he finally asked, as the faster song ended and a slow one took its place. His shoulders tensed a little when the other man draped himself over him, but he didn't back off.
“Cha mean? Well... Hey, if I wentsh an' left, you'd think'a me, right?” It wasn't the answer to his question, not by a long shot, and it was weird that he even brought it up. “Jusht. Hypothetic'ly, y'know?” It was too weird to not mean anything, but Hol wasn't sure what to think about it, either.
“Well... yeah, 'course. But why would y'leave, anyway?” he asked, knowing full well that the other was too drunk to really give him a straight answer... and that was assuming he would, in the first place.