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betweentheearth2015-06-29 06:41 pm
dead_black_eyes) wrote in betweentheearth2015-06-29 06:41 pm
I think you're my best friend [closed]
Who: Lazarus and Tony
What: Too many feels to handle, relationship woes and endings.
Where: L and Cesar's apartment... minus a Cesar ;;
When: After the breakup
Warnings: FEELS, candid relationship talk, poorly managed mental illness
Cesar had left with the explicit understanding that Lazarus would be looked after and reach out to those he could trust and count on. It's not like there aren't a multitude of those people in this very same building, better equipped to deal with unmedicated episodes without the painful, raw emotional baggage that still hangs between the two men in the form of Cesar's deceased brother.
But now that the glass has been cleaned up and the bandages and stitches have been applied where necessary, Lazarus hasn't really followed through. He's preferred to be alone and keep this a secret for now, and even though he realizes that Cesar might possibly have contacted people to give them a heads up about the severity of this situation as a whole, he might also have just gotten far away as fast as possible. Assuming the best, he trusts Lazarus even now to do what's needed; assuming the worst, he's already trying to forget.
Lazarus tries not to think of it, or the pills that continue to dwindle in supply. It's a quiet day, as they go, and he makes the best of it by trying to get some sleep. The bed is no longer shared, but he takes a pillow and blanket to the couch all the same.
What: Too many feels to handle, relationship woes and endings.
Where: L and Cesar's apartment... minus a Cesar ;;
When: After the breakup
Warnings: FEELS, candid relationship talk, poorly managed mental illness
Cesar had left with the explicit understanding that Lazarus would be looked after and reach out to those he could trust and count on. It's not like there aren't a multitude of those people in this very same building, better equipped to deal with unmedicated episodes without the painful, raw emotional baggage that still hangs between the two men in the form of Cesar's deceased brother.
But now that the glass has been cleaned up and the bandages and stitches have been applied where necessary, Lazarus hasn't really followed through. He's preferred to be alone and keep this a secret for now, and even though he realizes that Cesar might possibly have contacted people to give them a heads up about the severity of this situation as a whole, he might also have just gotten far away as fast as possible. Assuming the best, he trusts Lazarus even now to do what's needed; assuming the worst, he's already trying to forget.
Lazarus tries not to think of it, or the pills that continue to dwindle in supply. It's a quiet day, as they go, and he makes the best of it by trying to get some sleep. The bed is no longer shared, but he takes a pillow and blanket to the couch all the same.
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This time Lazarus isn't near death, for one, and Tony's been through.. a lot. For another. Shou requires a lot of reassurance as well, he's learned some patience there, and some impatience, but that won't help Lazarus. Nah, he's here to look after his brother. And right now a gentle hand and clean hair seem to be a better ticket than scolding.
"We will," He reaffirms, dumping water into L's hair then following up with shampoo. They'll have him back in a semi-normal state in no time. "I've got an idea or two."
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"Ideas?" he asks as Tony works the shampoo into a lather. It'll be tough going, getting through the snags and tangles o his shaggy hair. "I... want to hear them. I think I need to hear them."