I wonder if I ever cross your mind
WHO: Brian Moser and Alastair. [Closed.]
WHEN: During the initial outbreak of hellhounds, while Spike was busy getting killed.
WHERE: Level two hallway.
WHAT: Alastair gets some payback for Brian badmouthing him. Graphic payback.
WARNINGS: Violence, probably swearing, eventual torture.
His posture was typical: hands in his pockets, slightly rounded shoulders, faintly predatory gait - but his demeanor was closed off and unresponsive. Dexter had rejected him, again. It shouldn't still feel this way, but the truth was that it did. Every goal he'd ever had, every goddamn birthday wish in his whole life had been about his brother, his brother who had never known he existed and now didn't want him to exist - had killed him. Full stop. It was a hard truth to swallow.
In fact, he couldn't really swallow it at all. Brian couldn't bring himself to believe that his place in the world and on the Barge... was gone. Was moot. It wasn't just that he didn't want to: if he accepted that Dexter was a thing of the past, he'd have to redefine himself from the ground up, and he wasn't prepared to do that.
So it was understandable that he had a lot on his mind as he slouched along the corridor toward the stairs. Eating alone was depressing, and he'd decided to head back to his room ASAP.
And then the hair prickled on the back of his neck.
WHEN: During the initial outbreak of hellhounds, while Spike was busy getting killed.
WHERE: Level two hallway.
WHAT: Alastair gets some payback for Brian badmouthing him. Graphic payback.
WARNINGS: Violence, probably swearing, eventual torture.
His posture was typical: hands in his pockets, slightly rounded shoulders, faintly predatory gait - but his demeanor was closed off and unresponsive. Dexter had rejected him, again. It shouldn't still feel this way, but the truth was that it did. Every goal he'd ever had, every goddamn birthday wish in his whole life had been about his brother, his brother who had never known he existed and now didn't want him to exist - had killed him. Full stop. It was a hard truth to swallow.
In fact, he couldn't really swallow it at all. Brian couldn't bring himself to believe that his place in the world and on the Barge... was gone. Was moot. It wasn't just that he didn't want to: if he accepted that Dexter was a thing of the past, he'd have to redefine himself from the ground up, and he wasn't prepared to do that.
So it was understandable that he had a lot on his mind as he slouched along the corridor toward the stairs. Eating alone was depressing, and he'd decided to head back to his room ASAP.
And then the hair prickled on the back of his neck.