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An honor is not diminished for being shared. >> Lois McMasrer Bujold (Shards of Honor)
(OOC Note: Based on These posts , and an IM RP.)
It was rare that he would admit the Manticore may have actually fucked him up. Intellectually he knew it was true, but loyalty wasn’t really an intellectual thing. When you pushed him he would, instinctually defend them or deflect the conversation. At least if it was about him. Other Manticore refugees were a different story.
But this wasn’t their story at the moment. It was his. And Manticore had abused his trust to just shy of the breaking point. So now, because no one but his unit sibs could be trusted to no touch him with out causing pain, He didn’t allow it. He was a master at casual distance. Joshua was the only one who didn’t know to keep his distance. And he had been so genuinely caring that Alec hadn’t given into instinct and lashed out.
Now, he was better. He enjoyed contact with his family. Holding hands with Ally, hugging Jondy, leaning against Sam, taking what ever Dean would allow and giving what ever Dean would take. And Ruby. A woman he actually wanted against his body and life. She was the first woman he’d had sex with that wasn’t merely a convenience and then he didn’t want gone before she could touch him again.
And the bed? Yeah well, he was never sure who he was going to end up sharing it with. Ruby pressed to him, Ally curled up and he did with her. Dean? He was a sprawler. Jondy, it was rarer, but she was a curler to. And, though he had never told her, she would knead at the blankets. Sammy? He never liked being far from big brother, but he was the least likely to cuddle up to anyone.
Not that Alec’s bed was the Mecca of sleep. He was just as apt to fall into one of his siblings as they were to end up in his.
Now he had a mystery though. In the form of a demon. On his sofa. Because he was to damaged by Manticore to allow the guy the same freedom and access to him that the rest of his family had. At least not yet. In a day or two he’d try. But right now, he was to foreign, and Alec would lash out, because sleep was a vulnerable state.
“Just Jude.” Not, “Hey, Jude” or even ‘Hey, dude.” And not really “Jude the Obscure.” And least he wouldn’t be for long. Because he was family. Ruby’s family. She had learned to accept his family. He was willing to take in hers.
Alec stood in the path way between the pathetic kitchen, it was basically a fridge crammed with clean water for formula, beer, soda, milk, a large bottle of strawberry flavor and a tiny one of chocolate, ammo, batteries, film, and coffee. A small counter with a coffee maker, a hot plate and a hot pot. Palatial by TC standards.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall, the straight end of a candy cane in his mouth and watched the sleeping demon. He was less intimidating than a sleeping dragon, but possible just as dangerous. Alec wasn’t worried. Call it feline arrogance, call it instinct, call it what ever you wanted. He just stood there quietly and watched him sleep. He was the smallest man in the house. By far.
Alec guessed he wouldn't take up to much room in the bed.
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word count: 568
Open to RP
(OOC Note: Based on These posts , and an IM RP.)
It was rare that he would admit the Manticore may have actually fucked him up. Intellectually he knew it was true, but loyalty wasn’t really an intellectual thing. When you pushed him he would, instinctually defend them or deflect the conversation. At least if it was about him. Other Manticore refugees were a different story.
But this wasn’t their story at the moment. It was his. And Manticore had abused his trust to just shy of the breaking point. So now, because no one but his unit sibs could be trusted to no touch him with out causing pain, He didn’t allow it. He was a master at casual distance. Joshua was the only one who didn’t know to keep his distance. And he had been so genuinely caring that Alec hadn’t given into instinct and lashed out.
Now, he was better. He enjoyed contact with his family. Holding hands with Ally, hugging Jondy, leaning against Sam, taking what ever Dean would allow and giving what ever Dean would take. And Ruby. A woman he actually wanted against his body and life. She was the first woman he’d had sex with that wasn’t merely a convenience and then he didn’t want gone before she could touch him again.
And the bed? Yeah well, he was never sure who he was going to end up sharing it with. Ruby pressed to him, Ally curled up and he did with her. Dean? He was a sprawler. Jondy, it was rarer, but she was a curler to. And, though he had never told her, she would knead at the blankets. Sammy? He never liked being far from big brother, but he was the least likely to cuddle up to anyone.
Not that Alec’s bed was the Mecca of sleep. He was just as apt to fall into one of his siblings as they were to end up in his.
Now he had a mystery though. In the form of a demon. On his sofa. Because he was to damaged by Manticore to allow the guy the same freedom and access to him that the rest of his family had. At least not yet. In a day or two he’d try. But right now, he was to foreign, and Alec would lash out, because sleep was a vulnerable state.
“Just Jude.” Not, “Hey, Jude” or even ‘Hey, dude.” And not really “Jude the Obscure.” And least he wouldn’t be for long. Because he was family. Ruby’s family. She had learned to accept his family. He was willing to take in hers.
Alec stood in the path way between the pathetic kitchen, it was basically a fridge crammed with clean water for formula, beer, soda, milk, a large bottle of strawberry flavor and a tiny one of chocolate, ammo, batteries, film, and coffee. A small counter with a coffee maker, a hot plate and a hot pot. Palatial by TC standards.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall, the straight end of a candy cane in his mouth and watched the sleeping demon. He was less intimidating than a sleeping dragon, but possible just as dangerous. Alec wasn’t worried. Call it feline arrogance, call it instinct, call it what ever you wanted. He just stood there quietly and watched him sleep. He was the smallest man in the house. By far.
Alec guessed he wouldn't take up to much room in the bed.
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word count: 568
Open to RP