we are surviving the off-season

[candle_beck]

So I played baseball today with my dad and brothers. We've got a routine, you see, we've been doing this for years. One of us pitches, one of us hits, and the others shag. You really only need two people, but it's better with at least three

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Part II

[dreadnought]

Harden’s downturned eyes are a color that you would love to forget, and so you kick at him, your shoe clipping his face and he jerks backwards, falling off the bed. He has disappeared-that’s one down.

I love how you show the progression of Bobby's misery, from passive to lashing out at those attempting to help him, representative as they are of what he has himself lost.

He’s so fucking pretty. So far above you.

And happy. And what he was once.

Harden is saying hoarsely, “I’m gonna kill him. Hold him down for me, will you?”

Poor Richie. I suppose getting kicked off a bed by a drunk teammate would make me angry as well.

Oh god, please yes. You arch your back and stretch your hands over your head, searching for the headboard, but there’s no headboard on this bed. Pity.

I love how Bobby's worlds are colliding, past and present, as he in drunken lucidity sees and feels connections invisible in the light of day.

The morning, and the sun, the sky like spilled water, and the yellow light that exists only to show the absence next to

Re: Part II

[candle_beck]

man, you are like the best thing ever. you make me think about stuff in a totally new way, as if it was written by someone else.

for example. i didn't really notice the parallel between harden/street and mulder/crosby. i was aware of crosby's envy of everyone else around him, but not in such clear lines. now, though, it is so obvious. musta been blind.

you rock my socks. please don't stop.

[littlestclouds]

dude, zitolove said everything i could have possibly thought of saying. i loved the parallel of richie and huston with bobby and mulder (even if it was unintentional). i loved bobby breaking huston's chain.

And you cover your face with your hands, gold and blood mixed up in your eyes, surrounded by perfection and it was only a year ago that you fit in.

i loved that. because he is surrounded by perfection, but a year ago, he was perfect too, and now he isn't. and. i like the image of gold and blood being mixed up in his eyes. because they are. the perfection and the flaws are blinding him to what's really there. maybe it'll be clearer when he's sober. maybe he won't remember this.

it seemed just the slightest bit vague. like anything could happen.

/end me not making sense

you did well by the alk3, but i knew you would.

[candle_beck]

i don't think he'll remember it in the morning. i'm kinda unsure as to whether any of this happened at all. the joy of writing a totally-hammered bobby crosby.

[littlestclouds]

ah. that'll make it all the more painful come morning.