Comments | hometrail: ★ Is it over yet, in my head?

likeagoodson in hometrail

★ Is it over yet, in my head?

Jun 02, 2010 02:43

Characters: lovethyfather, likeagoodson
Setting/Location: Gamma N-301
Date & Time: Day 1, Evening we're slow shh
Warnings: Johnny...?
Summary: Charley wants answers, but it's not about the road trip.

( You left a hole where my heart should be. )

charles j. chrishunds, johnny rayflo, #style: prose, *day 01

Comments 3

lovethyfather June 2 2010, 12:19:42 UTC

He'd known someone was in the room from the moment they darkened his doorway; knowing who it was had been another matter entirely. It was a horrible inconvenience that the room listings had been posted publicly; his location had been given out freely, and that meant that Barry could find him, too. And given the number of passengers the caravan seemed to have, switching around didn't seem like it was going to be too likely. Then again, the whole thing was pretty big.. That he didn't have a roommate, at least not yet, wasn't of any importance to him - Barry didn't care about impropriety or moral boundaries. Maybe the true shame was that he hadn't been roomed with either Dante or Cherry ( ... )

likeagoodson June 6 2010, 02:42:58 UTC

It was all a very familiar scenario: Master reclined in the bed, the outline of fingers on his face. (Perhaps, even, the dark around them was reminiscent of those times.) They took hold of the glasses - still just as useless here as they had been at home - to remove them, only to be caught by Charley's own. He considered pushing them away, minutely irritated things had already progressed as they had, but he gently curled his hand around Master's. A quick squeeze of those fingers, nothing overwhelmingly painful, and he allowed the other man to have them. It wasn't as if he could do much.

"You mean the Caravan?" Charley paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts and how he wished to proceed. Of course he'd seen the majority of it-- "It's rudimentary at best. Master..."

He wasn't sure how he should approach the subject, to be honest. There were always things he wanted - no, needed - to ask him; the complexity of their relationship and what they meant to one another always interfered. Or work--but there was no Vatican here to send ( ... )

lovethyfather June 9 2010, 08:01:25 UTC

Cute. Chris was always cute, endearing in moments like these, with no one around to stand testament to how sweet he really could be. Truthfully, Johnny was glad for that: it meant that he was the only one who got to see his son wearing such a countenance. Truly, it was something to be proud of, something to cherish. And cherish he did, storing these little moments away in his mind for safe-keeping. Who knew when next Chris would show him such an expression, openly display that he cared about his father? It was a sad thought, but true, so Johnny had to hold onto them whenever he could.

Of course, that didn't change the fact that it might be fun to show that Dante how sweet he could be, but still. This was his moment, and his alone.

"Worried"? Oh, Chris, you have no idea. He wanted to tell him, knew that Chris had likely already figured it out. About Barry, his tendencies, how volatile and dangerous he could be. He'd come home to the aftermath, almost faced Barry down at the Opera. Johnny didn't want them to meet here. He wanted to ( ... )