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alec (𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦) brennan⚡ ([personal profile] striketwice) wrote2022-10-02 07:47 pm

reverie⚡inbox


REVERIE INBOX
"THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK."
⚡ voice . text . action
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( code from supersuits )

vecna: (pic#15832414)

[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tries to look unimpressed, but it's a sorry attempt, especially given how easily he's drawn close with absolutely zero resistance.

And then... boyfriend. This is far from a new revelation, given everything that they are now, but to hear the word itself is arresting. Surprising. Sends a little bit of a thrill up his spine, like it has no choice but to be real, now.

And here is Henry Creel trying to play it cool by arching a brow, even if he can feel his heart strangely pulsing in his throat.]


"Boyfriend", is it?
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's the thing: it couldn't possibly be anything else. The most obvious conclusion. It's not like they were any less rooted in each other before the word was spoken. But to hear it captivates him in a way that Henry so rarely feels. (Though that same feeling seems to be a running theme with this man.)

He leans in a little, teasing.]


Two future roommates who are very fond of each other.
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[I can't believe Alec is going to teach Vecna internet memes one day.

Henry pretends at consideration.]


Two future roommates who just happen to be- [utterly, egregiously in love; is that too much? Even after everything, Henry wonders how much he needs to reel in.] -deeply infatuated with one another?
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fuck you, Alec Brennan. He can't believe he's fallen for this insufferable man.

FINE.]


I'm not sure I could stand the smug look on your face if I said that I was in love with you.
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alec’s words may at first be his usual type of reply, but he can see the way his remark affects him. How he leans in, so close, his expression far from smug. Henry expects what he thinks will be a kiss, until: I love you, too.

And there it is again, that sentiment Alec always gives so freely — the one that makes Henry feel like someone who’s wanted as much as he wants in turn. A void filled until it’s overflowing, except this time, it’s spilling out over the edges, pleasantly overwhelming.

He had never understood what anyone meant when they said love hurts; inane sentiment, he thought, just more performative nonsense to romanticize a relationship between two people. But now, Henry thinks he is beginning to understand its complexities — because he aches, utterly aches, thinking about how lacking he was before he met Alec. How even emptier and more purposeless his world would be without him. How he’d do anything for him, but that still doesn’t feel like enough.

He loves him, too. Really loves him. Somehow. For some reason.

There’s only one thing he can do: he closes that middling space between them and brings their lips together, almost desperate on his end.]
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[There’s no real reason for the radio to play anything. Henry’s focus is so departed from it, lost within Alec instead, that it’s a wonder the illusion is bothering to hold at all. All he cares about is him — this kiss, this moment, how anchored he feels this close to him.

But maybe it was their prior discussion of music and sentimental memories that pulls forth something from his own mind, unbidden. His own subconscious, now let loose of its reins just long enough to affect their surroundings.

In this case, yes, the radio plays. As Henry raises a hand to rest at the back of Alec’s neck, as he deepens the kiss as though he’s been deprived of oxygen and the other man is providing it, it warbles such a distant, faint sound. The melody of a song, washing over the moment subtly, but eventually, as it grows louder, it becomes clearer. Slowly, slowly.

He supposes he can’t make the argument that he never liked any music, for how easily it upended his abilities. Not that he’s even thinking about that now.]
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he doesn’t notice because it’s from his own subconscious mind, but he doesn’t even know what he's referring to, still caught in the wake of that kiss, his cognizant self trying to root himself back into an awareness that isn’t just Alec's lips.

He breathes out lightly against his mouth and blinks. What…?

Oh. The music. He knows that tune.]


That… [He trails off for a moment, finding that he can’t even bother to deny where or who it came from.] There’s not much, but there are one or two songs that I don’t mind. And maybe I wanted one, too, that was associated with…

[He looks at Alec, his gaze meaningful.]

…a good memory.
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-25 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh yes, Henry feels the same way. He hates any prison, and all the forms they take — but this is the only one he is glad to have been trapped in, if only because he could find Alec here, and be with him when they leave.

But, is that Alec ducking his gaze away? It’s almost coy, almost shy. He’s committing that to memory, too.]


Yes. I want to hear it again.
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-26 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[The storm in Alec’s eyes is enough to draw Henry in, but today, coupled with those words? He’s loses himself in those flashes of light, he’s enraptured by it — by everything.

But not quite enough to halt himself from responding, the words still never feeling like enough, like they can’t exactly contain how he feels, but he has to get them out now. It feels right to. No barb, no wry teasing. Pure sincerity, something that Alec, too, will only ever hear.]


I love you, too.

More than anything.
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-26 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s all he needs, too. All he’ll ever need. An unkind universe, filled with unkind circumstances, has left them irreparably damaged, but they can both feel whole again as long as they have each other. They don’t have to be alone, they can be broken but still be happy no matter how hard the universe tries to disassemble them.

In this, Alec has given him so much. He loves him for it. He’s perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect perfect perfect—

He kisses him back. Longs for the taste of him. The song marches time forward at a languid tempo, until eventually it fades to its end, and Henry slowly pulls away.

He’s the taller of the two (not by much), but he lowers his head to nestle his face and smile in the crook of Alec’s neck.]


Words aren’t enough.
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-26 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Alec well knows that Henry has no issue with a tighter grip in his hair, but this is far gentler, and it’s nice. Relaxing. Any point of contact is, feeling like he simply can’t be near enough.

Then don't use your words.

He makes a low noise of amusement, of accedence. Well. If that’s what he wants.

He lifts his head, angling his face just enough to place a kiss at his jawline, then up, then up again, ending at the corner of his mouth.]


Like this?

[(Not nearly enough.)]
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-26 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[As usual, he’ll feel his curving smile as he kisses his again, this time on this lips proper, warmly. But his free hand moves to the front of Alec’s shoulder and… gives him a little gentle shove, the sort that scoots him in the direction of the bed as he pulls away.]

Lie down, why don’t you?
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-01-26 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[No such battle for dominance today, or at least not yet. And no complaints from Henry, guided over to the bed, and tugged down on top of Alec.

Admittedly, it’s not a position he gets to indulge in very often, and he takes advantage of it by situating himself in a straddle, bracketing Alec’s hips with his thighs.

Leans over and in, close enough that his hair, pulled down slightly by gravity, would tickle at the other’s forehead.]


Am I getting too predictable for you now?

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