Sweeney's long since accepted what being here means for his condition. He hates it without question, but if it's that or Hell or not existing, he's ready to try. He doesn't want to explain to her that he's already lost himself many times before he got here. So he moves to the other question instead as he sets the fourth cigarette in the lid and picks up another paper.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt fer ya ta not talk 'bout him when I'm tryin' ta fuck ya." He'd think such would be obvious, but at this point, he feels it needs to be voiced directly.
An apologetic smile. It's tricky to both want to have him hilt-deep in her, breathing hot against her skin, and also to try to figure out how to help him keep his mind together.
"I promise," she nods. Both for the sake of a good, hard fuck, and in the hopes it will help him.
"I'll try not ta test ya too soon," he assures her. He figures the longer they can wait, the better his odds are of both the Frenchie being suppressed and that driving into her with enough need will push past him if not.
He pauses for a moment. "'less yer lookin' ta dig him up fer a chat."
Sweeney's quiet for a good while, focusing on rolling, then sealing. He sets the cigarette in the lid only long enough to scoop up the set together.
He keeps them in a gently coiled fist, holding them out as if to drop them in her hand.
"You f'gure out what he wants from ya?" He's still not convinced on the whole flower thing. The 'innocent' ones have a way of wiggling things to get what they want without the other party realizing it.
She holds out her hand to accept. "No. Except maybe just to socialize?" That was the word he'd used.
"I'm the first person he's fucked. Or I guess, since he wasn't, the first person he's come close to it with. And that can fuck with a person's head. First guy I was with I thought I'd run away with." When she was young and lonely.
"I was fourteen," she scoffs. "I was dumb. There's no way I would've really done it. Luckily for me. Can you imagine? But the first time, first person, changes things."
Sweeney doesn't remember. He certainly can't imagine. There's never been any part of any life where he can place that moment. That feeling. That first.
He picks the bag up off the grass and tucks it in his pocket before pulling a cigarette down for himself. He takes the time to light it, pausing after the first drag to look down at it.
"Do ya wish I was more like him?" he asks simply, though his voice has lowered a touch and he hasn't looked at her. "The Frenchie."
"No." Because it's almost impossible not to see them as different people. "If I didn't like you, as you are, I wouldn't spend so much time around you. I don't know if he's part of you, or what. But I'm not sitting here wishing you were someone else."
"There aren't. But there are some." She's fucked several of them. She grins, nudges his foot with hers. "You're the best lay I've had since I got here but c'mon that's not all you are."
"I can't wait for port. Just to stretch my legs and breathe air that isn't full of everyone else's scent. I'm going to try to hunt for everyone..." A faint grimace. "Or do something useful."
Sweeney understands that she's had a rough time with all of this, feels the guilt of not pulling her weight. Maybe it'll change how she approaches life going forward. He kinda doubts it, at least in the long-term. Which is fine, it's in her nature. Wolves aren't exactly known for squirreling things away.
"Four. I can't do much on two legs but I'm a beast on four." There's a touch of confidence as she says it that she simply doesn't have otherwise. "I'll at least make sure none of us starve."
'Us' meaning pack. She cares about the Barge, but pack are a tier of their own.
It's a trivial question; meat is meat when it comes down to it, but there's no reason not to inquire. He's going to have to find room to store it, if nothing else.
Sweeney shrugs, but continues to consider her question.
"Not sure it matters all that much." When one's starving out in the woods, anything that isn't ants is a fucking blessing.
"Stag is pretty much a delicacy," he concedes. "Though I'm sure elk would run 'long those lines." He sighs as his focus drifts up to the glass above them.
"Spent most'a the lives I remember lucky fer small game." Surely there was a time before, but it's so hard to find in his mind.
"Yeah." She exhales a long stream of smoke. "You and everyone else."
She wonders if that will be true in port. Probably; the first friendly port they find she thinks she'll just run into and not come back from, so it makes sense the Admiral will never put them down somewhere safe.
If she stays she's just going to keep circling those thoughts so she stands, salutes him with the whiskey. "I'm gonna go get my buddy drunk. Thanks."
He'd surely hunted them back when he was protecting his people, but not to the point of extinction. When that occurred, he'd been a Leprechaun for hundreds of years, so it just wasn't an issue.
But she doesn't seem to desire further discourse, so he lets the issue lie that she can leave as she pleases.
His tips his cigarette to her in answer, though the befuddlement lingers in his face a moment longer.
She gives him a smile, albeit with a touch of effort. "Tell me how you like the pot, huh? I haven't tried it yet. But it's supposed to be pretty fresh. Probably." She turns, striding away with a small backward wave over her shoulder.
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:14 am (UTC)"Well, it wouldn't hurt fer ya ta not talk 'bout him when I'm tryin' ta fuck ya." He'd think such would be obvious, but at this point, he feels it needs to be voiced directly.
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:21 am (UTC)"I promise," she nods. Both for the sake of a good, hard fuck, and in the hopes it will help him.
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:29 am (UTC)Sweeney starts on the fifth cigarette.
"I'll try not ta test ya too soon," he assures her. He figures the longer they can wait, the better his odds are of both the Frenchie being suppressed and that driving into her with enough need will push past him if not.
He pauses for a moment. "'less yer lookin' ta dig him up fer a chat."
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-16 06:38 am (UTC)He keeps them in a gently coiled fist, holding them out as if to drop them in her hand.
"You f'gure out what he wants from ya?" He's still not convinced on the whole flower thing. The 'innocent' ones have a way of wiggling things to get what they want without the other party realizing it.
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:43 am (UTC)"I'm the first person he's fucked. Or I guess, since he wasn't, the first person he's come close to it with. And that can fuck with a person's head. First guy I was with I thought I'd run away with." When she was young and lonely.
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:48 am (UTC)"Would ya'd run away with him?" There's no accusation or disgust, just honest curiosity.
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Date: 2021-11-16 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-16 07:08 am (UTC)He picks the bag up off the grass and tucks it in his pocket before pulling a cigarette down for himself. He takes the time to light it, pausing after the first drag to look down at it.
"Do ya wish I was more like him?" he asks simply, though his voice has lowered a touch and he hasn't looked at her. "The Frenchie."
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Date: 2021-11-16 07:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-16 07:50 am (UTC)"An' here I was thinkin' I just had a leg up 'cause I ain't a fuckin' pillow biter." Sweeney sighs with a dramatic air.
"Heard there weren't too many gents 'round here lookin' fer female companionship."
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Date: 2021-11-16 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-16 08:06 am (UTC)"Where else ya gonna get yer cigs an' whiskey?" He takes her meaning, if not the compliment. Not directly anyways.
He doesn't want to dwell too much on what else he is to her. That's how poetry ends up in the mix and he wakes up to dirt under his nails.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:10 am (UTC)"I can't wait for port. Just to stretch my legs and breathe air that isn't full of everyone else's scent. I'm going to try to hunt for everyone..." A faint grimace. "Or do something useful."
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:15 am (UTC)"On four legs or two?" he inquires casually.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:18 am (UTC)'Us' meaning pack. She cares about the Barge, but pack are a tier of their own.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:20 am (UTC)It's a trivial question; meat is meat when it comes down to it, but there's no reason not to inquire. He's going to have to find room to store it, if nothing else.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-16 08:44 am (UTC)"Not sure it matters all that much." When one's starving out in the woods, anything that isn't ants is a fucking blessing.
"Stag is pretty much a delicacy," he concedes. "Though I'm sure elk would run 'long those lines." He sighs as his focus drifts up to the glass above them.
"Spent most'a the lives I remember lucky fer small game." Surely there was a time before, but it's so hard to find in his mind.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-11-16 08:34 pm (UTC)"Wolves got ta be hard ta come by," Sweeney counters gently. "Hunted them all out 'round the time I can ta America."
There's a moment of reflection as he pulls a drag. He can't even remember what they really looked like.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:37 pm (UTC)She wonders if that will be true in port. Probably; the first friendly port they find she thinks she'll just run into and not come back from, so it makes sense the Admiral will never put them down somewhere safe.
If she stays she's just going to keep circling those thoughts so she stands, salutes him with the whiskey. "I'm gonna go get my buddy drunk. Thanks."
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Date: 2021-11-16 09:06 pm (UTC)He'd surely hunted them back when he was protecting his people, but not to the point of extinction. When that occurred, he'd been a Leprechaun for hundreds of years, so it just wasn't an issue.
But she doesn't seem to desire further discourse, so he lets the issue lie that she can leave as she pleases.
His tips his cigarette to her in answer, though the befuddlement lingers in his face a moment longer.
"I hope it helps, as you wish."
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Date: 2021-11-16 09:13 pm (UTC)