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amicably_absentAmbrose, even more than Glitch, made an effort to make himself inconspicuous when he went out into the public arena. He could cope with a large group of strangers he didn't have to address or acknowledge. He had more trouble in some ways, but walking the streets he could manage. He shrugged on his coat, enjoying the swing and heft of the cloth as he started out of the palace.
He hadn't walked this path, but Glitch had and he hoped that that might carry true. But if it didn't, he had left early and had time to let Glitch get directions.
He didn't have a wonderful sense of time, but he knew he needed to be there when the sun was directly over head. So when it was getting close, and the shadows were short and sharp, Ambrose slipped back to let Glitch wander up a side street where some people lurked. "Hello?"
They paused and looked to him, squinting with narrowed eyes. "What?"
"Can you help me? I'm a little lost." Glitch smiled at them.
"I'll say you are, head case." One of the men stood. "Central City doesn't have the time or resources for your type."
"My type?" He looked around as they all started standing up. Something in him vaguely and dimly rang caution.
"Your type. Murders. Rapists. Filth." One of them spat on the ground. "Taking food out of our mouths."
"Hey, what? No. I was a political dissenter!" He stood up straight, pushing his hair back. "I lost my brain for Queen and country."
Oh, well then," one of them said in an odd tone. "I suppose that makes it all right then. You better go about your business."
Glitch smiled, relieved that they were such reasonable, nice guys. "Hey, thanks!"
He turned to walk off again, already having forgotten why he had tracked them down to begin with.
Then something hit him in the back of the head. There was a flare of pain, thick and wet and sharp. His vision fuzzed and darkened, and he felt his knees hit the pavement.
"Be careful. Promise me."
Ambrose heard footsteps. He flipped up onto his hands, kicking backwards and slamming his feet into jaw and chin, head snapping back under the force of Ambrose's kick. He landed with his feet spread, standing over the man's fallen body before looking back over one shoulder with a dark, heavy look.
He ducked a second rock, spinning and dropping into the form stance, one hand out stretched, the other hooked over his head, fingers curled.
His eyes went wide as the gun was pulled out. He twisted as there was the crack of the shot, heat scalding through his coat and over his ribs. He was running forwards already, fly kicking the gunman in the chest, foot snapping up and down onto his chest, standing there he rounded the maneuver with a high kick, spinning to kick his boot heel into the third man's face.
He backed off, the three of them groaning. The remaining three men were looking at each other warily, and at him.
A few steps back, and he had enough space to get away.
He turned and ran, trying to get out of the city. Central City was dangerous. The Longcoats were waiting, ever waiting and the Longcoats were bad.
He had to get to the safe place. Where he wouldn't be hurt. The place with the coffin.
Dodging more people, quiet and dizzy, he slipped through the city and out into the field and woodlands around it.
He liked beaches. There was a beach down by the water. That would go to the safe place, he was sure.
He hadn't walked this path, but Glitch had and he hoped that that might carry true. But if it didn't, he had left early and had time to let Glitch get directions.
He didn't have a wonderful sense of time, but he knew he needed to be there when the sun was directly over head. So when it was getting close, and the shadows were short and sharp, Ambrose slipped back to let Glitch wander up a side street where some people lurked. "Hello?"
They paused and looked to him, squinting with narrowed eyes. "What?"
"Can you help me? I'm a little lost." Glitch smiled at them.
"I'll say you are, head case." One of the men stood. "Central City doesn't have the time or resources for your type."
"My type?" He looked around as they all started standing up. Something in him vaguely and dimly rang caution.
"Your type. Murders. Rapists. Filth." One of them spat on the ground. "Taking food out of our mouths."
"Hey, what? No. I was a political dissenter!" He stood up straight, pushing his hair back. "I lost my brain for Queen and country."
Oh, well then," one of them said in an odd tone. "I suppose that makes it all right then. You better go about your business."
Glitch smiled, relieved that they were such reasonable, nice guys. "Hey, thanks!"
He turned to walk off again, already having forgotten why he had tracked them down to begin with.
Then something hit him in the back of the head. There was a flare of pain, thick and wet and sharp. His vision fuzzed and darkened, and he felt his knees hit the pavement.
"Be careful. Promise me."
Ambrose heard footsteps. He flipped up onto his hands, kicking backwards and slamming his feet into jaw and chin, head snapping back under the force of Ambrose's kick. He landed with his feet spread, standing over the man's fallen body before looking back over one shoulder with a dark, heavy look.
He ducked a second rock, spinning and dropping into the form stance, one hand out stretched, the other hooked over his head, fingers curled.
His eyes went wide as the gun was pulled out. He twisted as there was the crack of the shot, heat scalding through his coat and over his ribs. He was running forwards already, fly kicking the gunman in the chest, foot snapping up and down onto his chest, standing there he rounded the maneuver with a high kick, spinning to kick his boot heel into the third man's face.
He backed off, the three of them groaning. The remaining three men were looking at each other warily, and at him.
A few steps back, and he had enough space to get away.
He turned and ran, trying to get out of the city. Central City was dangerous. The Longcoats were waiting, ever waiting and the Longcoats were bad.
He had to get to the safe place. Where he wouldn't be hurt. The place with the coffin.
Dodging more people, quiet and dizzy, he slipped through the city and out into the field and woodlands around it.
He liked beaches. There was a beach down by the water. That would go to the safe place, he was sure.
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Date: 2009-09-16 12:49 pm (UTC)In just a few minutes, there's food on the table, Wyatt and Glitch sharing a plate through some sort of mutual but unspoken understanding. It's easier than stealing food off each other's plates. DG and Wyatt both tuck in in silence.
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Date: 2009-09-16 12:53 pm (UTC)Glitch won't eat if it's his own plate. But he happily steals off Wyatt's, eating slowly and surely. It's an old instinct that stops his eating fast and making himself sick.
He eats a fair amount, silent except for humming random songs, skipping from one to another as the thoughts skip track. He announces he's had enough by pulling several pomegranates from his pockets and laying his head on Wyatt's shoulder, closing his eyes. "Full now."
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Date: 2009-09-16 12:59 pm (UTC)He pushes his plate away and gently nudges Glitch to stand up. "Bedtime. I have the perfect shirt for you to sleep in. It's big and soft from years of wear and tear." Step by step, they'll get to the bed one way or the other.
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:02 pm (UTC)Glitch stands and follows, sighing as he has to move. "I shouldn't sleep in these?" He lets the vest slip off and hit the floor without a second thought.
"Wyatt, don't leave? I'm scared I won't remember if you go."
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:04 pm (UTC)He wraps his arms around Glitch, so tight and so real and so close, just to show he isn't going anywhere. He's right there, and his heart's breaking and melting together again at the same time. "I'm not leaving. Trust me."
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:06 pm (UTC)He hugs Wyatt tightly, clinging. "I have this horrible feeling," he whispers. "That my head isn't working right. And I just don't realise it."
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:14 pm (UTC)He starts in Wyatt's arms. "I can't remember," he whispers. His head hurts and there's other aches and pains, but his head hurt.
Brick...
He starts in Wyatt's arms again. "I can't remember," he whispers.
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-16 01:20 pm (UTC)He undoes his pants, then looks out the window. "There's a coffin out there, Wyatt. I don't think it'd be good to sleep in though."
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:24 pm (UTC)"Right!" And out she goes. Wyatt continues slowly, first with undressing his lover, then with dressing him in clean clothes. Wyatt's clothes. He shrugs out of his coat, leaves it and the hat and his shoes on the floor and out of the way.
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:28 pm (UTC)He's minimal help getting undressed, but getting the shirt on he's willing to do. It's too long and big and it's probably the best because he kicks up a fuss at anything else being put on him.
He holds onto Wyatt with one hand, eyes half closed and head bobbing.
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:32 pm (UTC)No pants it is, then. But the best part about the shirt has got to be one key feature. No buttons, just a string closure of the v-line at the neck.
He gets in first, back to the wall, and pulls Glitch along and into his arms.
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:36 pm (UTC)He pulls Cain's arms around him to cuddle and curl around them. "Can I sleep now?"
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-16 01:39 pm (UTC)He yawns softly and nuzzles down, wriggling back further. "Night, Wyatt."
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Date: 2009-09-16 01:41 pm (UTC)He pulls the cover over the two of them, tucking Glitch in snug and close and warm against him; his chin on Glitch's shoulder. He'll lie awake like this, watching the door and the windows for signs of movement, and the passing of time as the suns fade.
There'll be time for sleeping later.