A day in the life.

[formerfoxhound]

Who: barebacking, ysobritish, and youendthewar
When: March 6, sometime during the day
Where: Ocelot's house
Summary: Liquid missed Yaha's birthday. :< With the kidnappings resolved, Yaha comes calling. ...Snake reconsiders moving out.
Warnings: Er. Not anticipating anything too bad but. Will update as needed? ETA - SO YEAH. So far: Slight violence and language. Attempted mind-

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[barebacking]

[ Yaha limps through the household - few hours until night when he would search for Sir Cohen. He wonders if the artist will become a Darkness monster, and merely wish to know that he is "alive" somewhere. But that is set carefully out of his thoughts to be obsessed with on a later date. Compartmentalizing his obsessive thoughts and actions behind said thoughts really does help to ensure that he remains relatively on-track.

He spoke with James earlier through the video function on the NV. Noticed the bruises. Noticed how irritable he seemed. Noticed how he seemed unhappy toward Snake, but not in the mood to speak to him or have the elf berate his brother. His eyes narrowed by the end of their talk and that is what brought him to the residence now.

His hand settles against the wall as he looks around the corner, watching the look that Snake gave Liquid's door. (Not nice, not nice.) It is not tolerable to have Liquid be bothered or in any situation that does not foster his healing. So many reasons why, but for the moment, he supposes

[ysobritish]

[Silently, the door creaks open a little at the sound of that voice. Liquid sits slumped against the inside of the door, his head leaning against the cool wood, listening. Why would Yaha need to talk with his brother? From here, he can't see them, but he can hear them. That's enough for now. He'll intervene if he has to.

Liquid has not felt right for a few days now. Alternating between debilitating shame and violent rage, he's split himself between isolation in his room and creeping out to check on Kadaj. It's more troublesome than he would have expected. But he can't face Snake right now. Snake wouldn't have gotten caught, paralysis magic or no. Snake was too perfect to get caught. Just like before. Just like always. Always the victor in a competition that didn't even make sense.]

[formerfoxhound]

[Snake's far from perfect, and he's not infallible, as Liquid had seen more than once back at Shadow Moses. A Sniper, a rookie; Ocelot with an electric torture bed. The memory of it still buzzes dully in his bones and turns his stomach when he thinks of what had happened to Meryl. So much of his irritation now is much like that. Helplessness. Guilt. About the situation itself, if not for Liquid in particular.]

[Unfortunately his frustration and Liquid's presence in the house again mean he's rather on edge. Before he's even taken in the meaning behind Yaha's words, even before he's really realized just who it was; he's pinned Yaha bodily against the wall, one forearm pressed firmly against the elf's neck while the other hand reaches down for his weapon.]

...you?

[He blinks and steps back, but his hand stays near his gun. Confused for a moment, and then his voice settles back into a growl.]

How the hell did you get in here?

[barebacking]

[Oh, it really is hard to stay mad at Snake when he is now pressed against the wall. His head giving a little tilt as he stares at him (as much as it can, anyway), feeling the consciousness threaten to fade as the air is both forced out of his lungs and kept from being brought back in.

He lets out a soft sigh when he is released as his hand rests on his neck. No, he really has to focus on his anger and not how lovely it was to be so weak beneath the soldier's hands. Fingers rub carefully over his skin a few times before they fold behind his back.

Bending at the waist, he leans down until he has to turn his head to look up at Snake.]

Always me, it seems. [A beat.] Magic.