You're a good person. Few and far between where I'm from.
[ he tilts his head, watching jeff add to the dirt drawing ]
I know plenty of the others are, y'know, good too but you're not... [ he trails off a bit, looking for the words, frowning in concentration ] You're not annoying about it.
[ david huffs a small, amused noise, about to say something suitably sarcastic when he turns his head to look at jeff and-- ]
[ oh ]
[ he's very close all of a sudden. ]
[ like he said, self-control's never exactly been his strong suit and honestly at this point the small reserve of it he has has been ground to a paste. his gaze flicks down to jeff's lips and that's about all the warning jeff gets before david's leaning in quick and rough to kiss him. ]
[It's been long enough since Jeff has kissed anyone that it takes him a split second to actually realize what's happening. His arm tightens around David's shoulder, meeting that roughness with a gentle firmness, before he pulls back a few inches and stares at him with an expression that's openly perplexed.
His arm goes slack.
What.]
You're drunk.
[Right, obviously. Jeff is apologetic, as if he's not equally inebriated.]
[ jeff pulls back and david's instant response to that is to panic. full on wide-eyed, pulse in his ears panic that drowns out anything jeff could possibly say in the moment. ]
Sorry, I'm not-- I don't--
[ he stumbles over his words like someone sent a bunch of obstacles sprawling in front of him mid-sprint and eventually settles on: ] Yeah.
[Jeff had apologized, yeah, but he's still not prepared to feel that rush of disappointment when David apologizes the way he does. (Has he heard David apologize like that before? He's not sure, but he doesn't think so.)
There's heat high in his own cheeks when he lowers his arm, wanting to soothe that panic but not sure how to make it better instead of worse.]
Hey, man, no- It's fine. I get it. You gotta be lonely, I don't blame you.
['We could be lonely together,' a foul part of him thinks, and is horrified for it.]
[ it's a fight honestly, between the part of him that feels like he owes jeff the decency of some kind of honesty and the part of him that just wants to put that wall right back up where it was and laugh it off. funny joke, right. ]
[ he looks down at his hands, at jeff's little dirt cartoons, and shakes his head. ]
That's not it.
[ not to say he's not lonely because he is, but that's been an affliction since long before the fog. ]
[There are at least a dozen things that Jeff might say here if he were just better with people. He should just accept the apology and move on; this was tricky territory to navigate even when you weren't being strung along by some omnipresent spider god, but he finds that his own throat is a little tight, that he's slightly tongue tied.
He lapses into silence for just a moment, before he - awkwardly - leans his arm into David's again.]
... don't be sorry, man. Acting like I wasn't into it.
[This is stupid, maybe. Irresponsible, for sure. He nudges David again, trying to get him to look his way, and if he does Jeff will simply slant another kiss against his mouth.
He likes him, and it feels nice, and does it have to mean more than that in this exact moment? Is there something wrong with chasing whatever comfort they were allowed?
Either way he keeps it brief, even if he doesn't pull back far.]
[ snort ] Never gonna hear the end of it if I don't.
[ fine he'll look at jeff now that he's done (outwardly) panicking. it's just a lot when you're in a hellish murdergame dimension designed to feed off your suffering and also technically still in the closet okay. ]
[Jeff isn't the smoothest person in the realm, but other peoples' anxieties have always been a lot easier to handle than his own. Whatever just happened was weird and kind of surprising and also extremely pleasant. A bid for human connection that maybe the both of them need.
David's looking at him now, not scurrying away, and Jeff reaches over, drops a hand to rest against his knee. Touch for the sake of touch, nothing titillating, no acknowledgement needed.]
Damn right you won't. [He'll look away, breaking eye contact but letting his hand linger.] Entity really needs to drop us some marshmallows.
[ david looks down at jeff's hand against his knee and smiles a little, something small but nice and kind of intimate in a tiny way? it's soothing, he finds. when he looks back up at his face david still very much wants to kiss him, but maybe that's a bad idea. or a bad idea to be made sober at least. ]
[ he'll think about it. couldn't not if he tried anyway. ]
You sure you want that? [ he raises his eyebrows, turning his head to look at the fire. ] Probably be fuckin'... Finger mallows with bones for sticks.
[ why is it always the cowboy realm people want to steal stuff from. david laughs, soft and quiet, with a shake of his head. trying to ignore how nice that hand on his knee feels lest he make a fool of himself again. ]
Imagine trying to sneak one of those fuckers out of there. We'd get torn to shit.
[Jeff, meanwhile, is trying to ignore how nice the sound of David's laughter is in his ears. He picks the stick back up, resumes his odd little doodles.]
[ david's still smiling, still amused at this stupid conversation, but also genuine. at least drunkenly so. he certainly thinks he'd wear the fuck out of a vulture feather necklace if jeff made it for him. ]
[He releases his knee after another little squeeze, but just so he can take the stick, add what might be a little necklace to the David he doodled. It's extremely messy, scratched into the dirt and illuminated only by firelight, but he's hoping it gets the point across.]
[ aw he misses that hand on his knee, but the doodle is cute. as messy and scratchy as it is, it's extremely charming. part of david wishes he had a way to take a picture. ]
So, necklace for me. What're you gonna make for yourself?
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[ he tilts his head, watching jeff add to the dirt drawing ]
I know plenty of the others are, y'know, good too but you're not... [ he trails off a bit, looking for the words, frowning in concentration ] You're not annoying about it.
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Just haven't got to know me yet.
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[ oh ]
[ he's very close all of a sudden. ]
[ like he said, self-control's never exactly been his strong suit and honestly at this point the small reserve of it he has has been ground to a paste. his gaze flicks down to jeff's lips and that's about all the warning jeff gets before david's leaning in quick and rough to kiss him. ]
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His arm goes slack.
What.]
You're drunk.
[Right, obviously. Jeff is apologetic, as if he's not equally inebriated.]
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Sorry, I'm not-- I don't--
[ he stumbles over his words like someone sent a bunch of obstacles sprawling in front of him mid-sprint and eventually settles on: ] Yeah.
[ he... has no idea what he's saying yeah to. ]
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There's heat high in his own cheeks when he lowers his arm, wanting to soothe that panic but not sure how to make it better instead of worse.]
Hey, man, no- It's fine. I get it. You gotta be lonely, I don't blame you.
['We could be lonely together,' a foul part of him thinks, and is horrified for it.]
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[ he looks down at his hands, at jeff's little dirt cartoons, and shakes his head. ]
That's not it.
[ not to say he's not lonely because he is, but that's been an affliction since long before the fog. ]
I shouldn't have-- I'm sorry.
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He lapses into silence for just a moment, before he - awkwardly - leans his arm into David's again.]
... don't be sorry, man. Acting like I wasn't into it.
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[ mmm but this is awkward now. he made it awkward. good fucking job, david. ]
So what now?
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He likes him, and it feels nice, and does it have to mean more than that in this exact moment? Is there something wrong with chasing whatever comfort they were allowed?
Either way he keeps it brief, even if he doesn't pull back far.]
Dogs. You're getting one, yeah?
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[ fine he'll look at jeff now that he's done (outwardly) panicking. it's just a lot when you're in a hellish murdergame dimension designed to feed off your suffering and also technically still in the closet okay. ]
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David's looking at him now, not scurrying away, and Jeff reaches over, drops a hand to rest against his knee. Touch for the sake of touch, nothing titillating, no acknowledgement needed.]
Damn right you won't. [He'll look away, breaking eye contact but letting his hand linger.] Entity really needs to drop us some marshmallows.
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[ he'll think about it. couldn't not if he tried anyway. ]
You sure you want that? [ he raises his eyebrows, turning his head to look at the fire. ] Probably be fuckin'... Finger mallows with bones for sticks.
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[Sober, Jeff might mean the crows. As drunk as he feels right now, his hand flexes on David's knee and he laughs to himself.]
Big vulture, you know. Spitroast it over the fire. Claudette can find something to season it with, maybe.
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Imagine trying to sneak one of those fuckers out of there. We'd get torn to shit.
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So... exactly the same as every other trial.
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First trial where one of us got killed by the birds though.
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Risk/reward, man. I'll make some jewelry out of the feathers.
[Jeff is actively cracking himself up.]
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[ he leans a little toward jeff when he asks, nudging him lightly with a dumb smirk ]
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Dangly earring, maybe. Mite-ridden vulture feather goes with basically everything, right?
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[ he'd hate it so much but he'd probably wear it all the time. ]
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[This is the dumbest conversation he can think of having, but he's still openly having a good time here.]
Maybe a necklace. Wear it as a threat to the other birds.
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[ david's still smiling, still amused at this stupid conversation, but also genuine. at least drunkenly so. he certainly thinks he'd wear the fuck out of a vulture feather necklace if jeff made it for him. ]
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[He releases his knee after another little squeeze, but just so he can take the stick, add what might be a little necklace to the David he doodled. It's extremely messy, scratched into the dirt and illuminated only by firelight, but he's hoping it gets the point across.]
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So, necklace for me. What're you gonna make for yourself?
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"do jeff and david know we're here or"
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