Each night when the day is through-

[kingroadie]

Who: Eddie Riggs & Sasha Nein
When: Sunday, Haven's settle in week. (Sunday August 28th 2011)
Where: Outside of a safe house in our current F3.
Summary: Sasha's attempts at evading Eddie finally fall through, he finding himself face to face with a giant mass of heavy metal that he married.
Rating: PG-13 +
Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture

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[truepsychictale]

Sasha was too focused on other things to sense the familar presence nearby until it was wrapped around him.

"Don't you dare go anywhere, ya hear me?" The plead, the demand. The music in the mental landscape. It was one of those things that was like feeling the sun after years of being underground to him. Look at what a week and a half had done to him. What this place had done to him. Sasha moved his hand up to touch Eddie, but stopped half way.

"I can't, Mr. Riggs." Sasha said. He literally couldn't have, be it from Eddie's arms or from his own body refusing to.

[kingroadie]

Eddie was going to stick to holding onto the smaller man, just not able to let go. With his collar's power cranked to zero, he could fully breathe in Sasha's scent. Breath in the familiar smells of cigarette smoke and hint of mint that always followed after Sasha. He couldn't feel mental landscapes, or hear what went on in Sasha's head, but he could at least take in Sasha's familiar comforting scent. Something he grew used to and realized he needed.

"You better not," A week and a half, sure, but- in this place it always felt longer, more drawn out. With how many people died, vanished or went comatose, it was hard not to cling to those you knew desperately. Especially when they had bonds formed and broken so easily. "I missed you,"

[truepsychictale]

"I killed you." Was Sasha's response. "Because you stood up against me." Viricide- the murder of one's husband. "I slit your throat like you were some kind of animal for slaughter."

[kingroadie]

"It wasn't exactly all you in there, baby." He was resting his chin atop the smaller man's head, arms still looped around Sasha's smaller form. Eddie wasn't exactly reeling, his world was built on kill or be killed. His last significant other had tried to murder him, so- this was decently hurtful as it was common place. "So I ain't exactly pissed or nothin',"

With Sasha- Sasha had killed him twice, both times he was inflicted by the Noah.

For Eddie, there wasn't any real anger, not anymore. It had dwindled downwards, frustrations ebbing when he found Sasha's ring on their nightstand. Confusion and sadness taking its place.