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Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

Date: 2021-12-28 05:14 am (UTC)
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You don't know who I was. Fuck, I don't even know that.

He pulls her close, as if he's worried she might slip away, that he would lose her as an anchor. Sweeney presses his face into her hair, not a nuzzle, just a way to hide from an uncomfortable subject and fight to stay himself. No matter how well he's doing, thinking on the others too much is risky.

"It ain't just you I'm lookin' ta protect," he whispers, swallowing hard after.

"Hate myself fer a lotta things." His lips thin, but he forces his way further.

"Don't wanna carry that 'round with me. E'en if you'd forgive me...I'm not ready ta live with knowin' I did somethin' ta ya, thinkin' I was right ta do it." Righteous violence.

"Please, Annie." He swallows and kisses her head. "Just give me this one." The request is humble, for there's nothing else he has. The burden of the thought is already so much to bear.

"Just make it the second an' I'll be just fer you."

Date: 2021-12-28 05:35 am (UTC)
madaboutit: (Anim Look Pablo Shrug)
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Sweeney feels like he did something wrong, even if it's for the right reason. He isn't sure how to feel about it, because when it comes down to it, he's spend a huge amount of time not wanting to feel anything about anyone else.

His thoughts shift, trying to settle. Something clicks.

"How ya feel 'bout the end of May?" he asks, cautiously optimistic, but understanding it's going to be a complicated subject in general. "The twenty-sixth?"

Date: 2021-12-28 05:50 am (UTC)
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Similar complications, if less dangerous ones. Still sharing holidays. But he's willing to compromise. Instead of the equinox, the day after. A spring forward.

"March twenty-first do ya, then? Give ya the first day the sun's out longer." His brow lifts knowingly.

"Though--an' I know it's a hell'uva lot longer--but..." Sweeney reaches his arm above his head, pulling something from the grass. He tucks it against his chest so it's in front of her.

It's the flask she'd etched for him, one side flipping one finger, the other flipping two.

"May twenty-sixth."

Date: 2021-12-28 06:01 am (UTC)
madaboutit: (Anim field shrug)
From: [personal profile] madaboutit
That's good enough.

Sweeney concedes with a tip of his head.

"Just more work fer you," he reminds her with a grin. "Yer the one wantin' ta plan e'erythin'." With a good-natured chuckle, his eyes find the ceiling.

"Not like I can keep stealin' this much dirt e'ery couple of months."

Date: 2021-12-28 05:47 pm (UTC)
madaboutit: (Anim field shrug)
From: [personal profile] madaboutit
He sets the flask back on the grass above him, and offers a good-natured shrug. Sweeney's smile is encouraging.

"Luv, I've spent most of my existence survivin' on offerin's an' belief. It ain't 'bout what it is. It's 'bout the intent."

With a playful roll of his eyes, he leans to kiss her hair, then speaks against it.

"Ya could just not fuck me fer a month, an' I know how much of a sacrifice that is." It's cheeky, but also bluntly honest.

"I look forward ta seein' what ya come up with. That sorta thing isn't somethin' that folk do fer me." He's lucky enough to actually get to celebrate the Holidays.

"So whate'er ya plan, it's gonna be special."

Date: 2021-12-29 03:01 am (UTC)
madaboutit: (Anim smile blue shrug)
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"Well." He raises his brow knowingly.

"Pretty sure I don't know a Jane."

Sweeney takes a slow breath, releasing it as a comfortable sigh. "It might be a complete surprise if ya don't give me any hints. Least you knew that was comin'." He traces a finger over her Mark. "I ain't gotta Pack ta get all fancy fer," he remarks with a tip of his head.

Date: 2021-12-29 03:57 am (UTC)
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His lips thin slightly, unsure exactly what she's asking. A silence hangs before he seeks clarification.

"You askin' me ta take care of them? Or ta accept them lookin' ta me ta take care of you when shit like that happens?" The answers clearly may be different.

Date: 2021-12-29 04:06 am (UTC)
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He's still not 100% on the expectations, but he's doing better.

"I'm here fer you. I don't expect them ta do fer me, like I ain't lookin' ta do fer them. But when it comes ta you..." Sweeney sighs. "Course they can come ta me." His gaze dips for a moment to her neck and back.

"Hope it ain't gonna be a secret that ya'd want me there."

Date: 2021-12-29 04:16 am (UTC)
madaboutit: (Anim field shrug)
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"Yeah..." His eyes narrow with a wry grin.

"But it ain't like ya don't occasionally come home smellin' like fellas ya ain't lookin' ta bring with ya." There's no criticism; she should fuck who she wants. It doesn't mean he's not going to poke her about it in jest.

Date: 2021-12-29 04:28 am (UTC)
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Sweeney chuckles and rolls his eyes.

"Well, I would be up-standin', but ya keep fuckin' it out of me."

He glances vaguely towards the dress and back to her.

"I ain't sayin' it should be anytime soon, but when the time comes, ya want me ta sew ya back in that dress, or just lend ya my shirt?" He makes a quick addition.

"Lend. Ya gotta give it back. I've only got the two."

Date: 2021-12-29 04:44 am (UTC)
madaboutit: (Anim flat cap)
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There's no protesting the kiss.

"Hmm." He mulls. He glances to the pile of black fabric. He mulls some more.

Sweeney looks back to her with a raised brow of bartering terms.

"Ya get me a new shirt, just like this. An' I keep the dress." Wolves aren't the only ones sensitive to smell and sentimentality.

Date: 2021-12-29 08:54 pm (UTC)
madaboutit: (Anim field shrug)
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"A'right."

Sweeney shifts to push himself up. He brushes off his trousers and tussles his hair, loosening most of the grass he'd accumulated.

His first stop is to scoop up the dress, bundling it and sending it promptly to the Hoard. The next is his button-down and jacket. He slides the jacket over his bare shoulders and holds out the shirt to her in offering before collecting his tank.

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