February 2013
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drunkenmoth:
He’d tensed immediately, only taking a shaking breath and nervous laugh when the other calmed. That was probably the worst hello he could have mustered. Almost as great as his goodbye letter.
Which didn’t exist. Shoot.
“Yeah.” A small smile and he’s taking a step forward. Still not close, but at least his back isn’t pressed against his bedroom door. “I used to be great at...
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drunkenmoth:
A few minutes of flitting around his room, and the vague sounds of a TV finally reached him from behind the door. Was he still- of course he was. If not some squatter was about to have one very rude hello so late in the evening.
Byron cracked the door and peered out, some static-filled rerun of M.A.S.H. across the screen and cutting to commercial. Every last bone in his body told...
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drunkenmoth:
Byron was, as many jokes to his nature said, flighty at best. He didn’t mean it. He tried. But this new world was… different.
Things that used to be known as bad and taboo were free-roaming things, liquor was quicker on the draw, nobody looked at you funny if you were suddenly the ‘drunk’. Nobody stopped him. Sure Rorschach was there, but then there were patrols and heaters. He...
December 2012
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Rorschach could count on one hand the number of times he’d participated in Christmas.
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Most of which were either leaving small presents for Daniel’s later discovery, or being forced into a Christmas bash while the Watchmen were still together. When it came to Christmas, he was mostly indifferent. He’d had no real childhood memories of it, so the attachment wasn’t...
October 2012
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Comic-con in Manhattan this past weekend.
Saw small child wearing a duplicate of my uniform.
Hurm.
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drunkenmoth:
… I can’t tell if you mean actual spirits or the people’s spirits.
It’s kind of a shame, it’d be nice if everyone was so ‘in it for each other’ all year round. But hey, that’s why we’re here, right?
Would not be us without them. Humankind eternally struggles in violent filth.
Can only hope for breaks in endless cycle.
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drunkenmoth:
Sometimes false isn’t so bad, if it benefits someone who needs it more than you right? Sure there are limits and it’s never good in the long run- u-um, but… I see what you mean.
Even the air feels better. Does this usually last past the month?
Hurm.
Lasts until end of October. Halloween brings out a bitter taste in Manhattan. Spirits give rise to horror and unrest.
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drunkenmoth:
I wouldn’t say for once, I’ve found some happier people hanging around the bars in some libraries.
But it’s definitely a shift, it’s nice. Even the normal couples I see wandering around seem happier.
False happiness, ruled by little lies and masked falsehoods.
Good for the city.
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drunkenmoth:
Is there some calendar of these events laying around town I haven’t found?
It’s kind of overwhelming, just how open everyone is.
This month seems to be “LGBT History Month”.
Wide array of events. Happy people in the city, for once.
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drunkenmoth replied to your post:
Did I remember to thank you for dragging me out again?
Look on your face was thanks enough.
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Colorful day. Smiling faces in the city; flags bright and striped.
Quiet night. More quiet than almost ever.
Breath of fresh air.
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drunkenmoth:
No reason. She just reminded me of you
Hurm.
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drunkenmoth:
#You tagged me
Tried, at least. Did it work?
Yes.
Why?
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September 2012
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drunkenmoth:
You’re the boss. [His comment was more of a chirp, pushing just a pleased slur of words as he follows behind like a duckling. He wasn’t tired, but he could pretend to be under the promise of a warm body to huddle against in bed. That promise could stop anything he wanted to do full-stop, up to and including a night-flight.]
[Byron slid his thumb over Rorschach’s knuckles as a...
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drunkenmoth:
[Hands, where should he put his-] Nothing, I was just wondering. [They ended up settling somewhere above a hip bone, dip of Rorschach’s lower back. Not hard enough to describe as holding, more resting, like he was still a little afraid of how much touching was too much. And people called him flighty.] Would you rather keep standing here or move somewhere else? Like the bed-
[God....
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drunkenmoth:
[Ah, he barely missed it. Just a tiny crinkle at the corner of his eye and the moth knows what’s happening, his own smile growing that much more.] No promises, but I’ll try to remember.
[He feels like he should say something more but no, way too close and Byron didn’t even realize he was staring until he’s suddenly got the corner of his lip caught on a tooth, chewing. Bad habits...
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drunkenmoth:
… Oh. Oh.
[And there was an edge to his nervous, startled smile, hands stuck hovering just above Rorschach’s waistline like he wasn’t sure he should- or even could touch. He felt drunk off of something and it was even worse now (probably his pain medication if he was being honest with himself. ‘Take one’ doesn’t mean ‘take three’, Byron.) but he risked it and chased after the...
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drunkenmoth:
I’ll guess I’ll keep doing it then, unless you’d rather I not. My parents always said I was bad with authority, so I’m not sure how well I’ll listen.
[His smile drops just slightly; still clearly visible but now without that teasing side. God he hadn’t even had a drink in the last 24 hours, where was this giddy coming from so late in the evening? Probably his body’s natural...
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drunkenmoth:
I thought you’d be used to it by now.
Not at all.
[Reaches out to tug gently at the hem of Byron’s shirt.]
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drunkenmoth:
I-it’s nothing, sorry.
Just reminded me of you is all
Don’t apologize.
Not used to being thought of.
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#…. ah #scarletmonochroma
[Headtilt.]
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drunkenmoth:
[He’s standing as still as he can, just blinking straight forward. Well this certainly wasn’t the weirdest thing the older man had done. Byron turned his head as far as he could, peering over his shoulder and down.] You sure?
I can turn around, if you want.
[Gently peels away from Byron, hands lingering at his sides for a moment before he pulls away from the other man...
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drunkenmoth:
Can you wake me up before you go prodding at my leg? [The moth had his arm flopped out before Rorschach slid in, like he’d been waiting for him. Customs of this time were weird- no more like different. A kind of different he easily found himself getting more and more comfortable with.] Don’t want to wake up with a start and jar a needle loose or anything.
[Byron has nearly dozed...
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drunkenmoth:
Bed would be an amazing idea. [He nods, steady enough now to make it to his bedroom, weight held on his good leg and Rorschach’s side. Bless whatever genetics made the little man strong enough for them both.]
[Byron finally untangled and pushed away to flop on his bed, left leg more obviously favored than the other if his shoulder-roll said anything. Of course it said something,...
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drunkenmoth:
It’s nothing, some guy with a gun got the jump on me. [He tries to flail, side-step out of the way away from worrying hands he should really be used to by now. Last time he got himself nicked with a knife the short man nearly had a conniption fit.] I took care of it.
[But the side-step irritated the freshly self-stitched and liquor-fed wound and he crumples, hitting the doorframe...
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drunkenmoth:
[He opens the door and startles, nearly jumping out of his skin like he was caught red handed with something- illegal hard drug, 100% proof night-cap poison… something besides the load of nothing he had on him. C’mon Byron, you should be used to this by now.]
Hi, uh. Off to bed then?
[Rorschach’s features are pulled in, brow furrowed and lips frowning. Obvious concern from...
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drunkenmoth:
Right, right.
J-just give me a second and I’ll be off.
You could use the company.
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drunkenmoth:
Rorschach.
Time for bed.
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Rorschach's Journal. August 9th, 2012.
Extended absence from online activities.
Summer in Manhattan proves to make its youth restless. Crime increased the longer summer persisted. School back in session, gives us time to breathe.
Furthermore, two groups of vigilantes have returned to city. “Young Avengers” and “Runaways” they call themselves. Young, but strong. With curious powers. Take care of themselves and...
August 2012
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drunkenmoth:
[Byron’s hands probably linger a bit too long, finally letting go and taking a step back.] Sounded like that worked; I think I even sympathy-winced for you. [He laughs, ruffling the hairs at the base of his neck.] Anything else I can help you with?
Hurm. [Gently, he rolls his shoulder in the socket, testing to make sure that it’s back where it should be. Thanks to Byron...
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drunkenmoth:
[Byron scoots closer as well, circling around behind the shorter man.] You’ll tell me if I’m hurting you, right? It’s been a couple decades since I last did this.
[He snatches Rorschach’s wrist and holds it up, arm level and straight to his shoulder. No need to be nervous, he’d done this countless times before, generally with one member of the party bleeding. The moth paused,...
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drunkenmoth:
Sure can. I had to help reset bones in an emergency war team, popping your shoulder is no trouble.
Good. All the help I need. Can heal the rest on my own.
[Nods briefly, moving closer to Byron.]
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drunkenmoth:
R-right
of course
#I do have field training from the Red Cross #it’s not much but #I can help if you need it
Need to pop shoulder. Pressure and leverage up and to the back.
Think you could manage that?
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theloneandlevel:
Even if I send them to you so you don’t need to come near Veidt Tower?
Yes.
Would rather deal on my own. No need to rely on you.
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theloneandlevel:
Is it useless for me to ask you to make use of them?
Yes.
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drunkenmoth replied to your post:
… do doctors routinely remove faces these days?
Costumed faces, Mothra.
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theloneandlevel replied to your post:
You know I’ve doctors that will help you without removing your face, correct?
I know.
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drunkenmoth replied to your post:
One of these days you’re gonna learn to take care of yourself, Rorschach
Not dead yet. Can still fight.
Good enough for me.
Wrenched shoulder again. Made worse by sleeping wrongly on it.
Quite the annoyance.
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drunkenmoth:
scarletmonochroma replied to your post: Well, hey. I got a newspaper spot for night…
World might not think you so taboo if they knew for a fact you are still alive.
Wouldn’t that make it more sketchy? According to the papers I went insane decades ago.
Anyone would find it hard to believe. Suddenly there is a 102 year old man flying around? Mothman doesn’t really seem the type to...
July 2012
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drunkenmoth:
It’s great, thanks. It’s amazing to see how much has change- [He’s cut off by a girl drunk too early in the day stumbling into his side, and he helpfully pushes her off back towards her friends. Been there before.]
So are these everywhere, or is New York the only progressive place now. I can’t imagine say, Kentucky or somewhere. [Some over-excited half naked man hands him an...
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drunkenmoth:
A pride march for what? [He blinked once in confusion before turning around, sliding easily through the crowd of excited bodies. One man accidentally ran into another, which ran into a woman, who was knocked off balance and sent Byron careening against the nearest warm body. His hand reached out to steady himself and apologize, but he didn’t see him there, and the other just laughed...
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drunkenmoth:
[The moth had managed to catch up, bumping their shoulders in a ‘hey, hello, what’s going on here-‘] Wait, what’s-
[Byron looked around, trying to find a sign or something to pick up on. There would be a parade, obviously, but there wasn’t a holiday around and every sign a civilian was holding faced away. But there were… quite a lot of people. When did New York even get this many...
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drunkenmoth:
You don’t look naked, if that helps.
[Byron grins, opening the door and repeating the motion at his friend.] You know where we’re going, after you. I’ll just try to keep up.
Hurm.
[With the motion, Rorschach walks out on his own, hoping that the other man will follow, once the front door is locked. Down the stairs, out of the building. The walk isn’t far, and he waits...
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drunkenmoth:
Oh, I dunno. I was thinking about going barefoot through New York City.
[Byron laughs, patting Rorschach’s shoulder.] You look nervous, you’re not leading me to my death or anything right? I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Be fine. Feel naked without my mask. Will be okay.
[He nods once to himself, motioning for the door.] We should go. Don’t want to miss it.