OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[detestable]

[ some days wes has no idea why he keeps jacob around. most days, actually. it's a tangled, messed up bundle of reasons that, like so many other things, wes doesn't want to touch, so he lets it alone, content with eye-rolling and "shut up, jacob," because at least it keeps wes here. it keeps him anchored, having another human around, someone to keep alive. jacob pulls him back from total self-destruction, from pushing himself to the breaking point and beyond, even if wes won't admit as much.

he glances back over his shoulder, expression unimpressed, before wiping a hand over his face. he'd pay good money for a working shower, but this is as close as he can get, these days. ]

Congratulations. You could be a damn weather man with predictions like that.

[ there are days when wes doesn't rise to the comments, when all jacob gets is a grunt and a drum of wes' fingers on the steering wheel. today is a good day all around. ]

[ex_heedlessly_549]

[ Jacob smiles beatifically, an arm extending now into the light rain, getting his hand and forearm wet, the sleeve of his shirt darkening in gathering spots. ] Anytime, boss.

It's not clear sometimes whether or not Jacob is honest-to-god as cheerful as that or whether or not he's insane or just a raving asshole. Quite possibly it's a combination of all three, though which sentiment is strongest at an given time depends on the day. Today (still good) he's just cheerful and it shows in the particular way his eyes crinkle at the edges. Somebody around here has to bring the levity to the situation otherwise, Jacob's certain, that Wes would just up and self-implode. Why he doesn't just let that happen — a man navigated the course of his own destiny, didn't he — Jacob doesn't think about it. Wes isn't a particularly good person but he figures that there aren't any good people left in the world. There are just the bad ones and the dead ones and that ratio is slipping a little more each day.

After a long moment he pulls his hand back and uses it to scrub through his hair. He can't remember the last time it felt clean. ]

Y'know what I miss? [ Hypothetical question; Jacob doesn't wait for an answer. ] I miss soap. The kind that came out in a little glob from a pump and didn't smell like anything real, just smelt clean.

[detestable]

I told you to quit calling me that.

[ his tone is half-hearted, the statement more out of habit than because wes expects it to be heeded. if wes had a dime for everytime he repeated that phrase, he'd be richer than sin. wes could tell jacob to knock that off until he was blue in the face, and it wouldn't get him anywhere.

but still, wes can't quite let it go. ]

There's none of that within twenty miles of here.

[ the tone is wistful. wes misses the trappings of his old life, that much is plain to anyone. but it's dead and buried and gone. he won't see any of that again in this life. ]