not shy of a spark
Sep. 2nd, 2020 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
paradoxicalrenegadethis week's old curiouscat prompt from last year is "what if we... kissed... in the backseat of your car... ha ha just kidding... unless..? (whatever characters)" and after listening to ftl 40 parts 1&2 and some enlightening discussions with jade, this happened. there's a lot of offscreen miscommunication in this one. reuben/morden, past marlowe/morden and reuben/marlowe.
yes, this is just yennefer and jaskier meeting up after the dragon hunt. what the fuck ever.
this town was too fucking small, reuben thought morosely to themself, as morden bought them another drink. how was it that in all the joints in this godsforsaken city they ran into the absolute last person they ever wanted to see?
"you look like shit, darling," morden noted, sliding the shotglass across the bar. reuben took it and drank the whole thing down in lieu of an answer. "oh, there's no need to rush on my account. if you're really in such a hurry to leave, you could just say."
"fuck off, ferrideh," reuben grumbled. "i'm really not in the mood."
morden frowned at them, and for a moment it almost looked sincere. "what, no witty reply? i'm hurt, and also a little concerned, despite myself."
reuben flipped them off. another glass appeared in front of them and they drank it. "my, my," morden noted. "if i didn't know any better i'd say you're looking to destroy your liver, but i know your constitution is hardier than that. what are we drinking to tonight, then?"
"you leaving me the hell alone," reuben growled. "and leaving me to my misery."
"well, misery loves company," morden sighed, and to reuben's dismay he settled down next to them.
"if you're here to gloat, i don't want to hear it," reuben said. "i might not be able to get drunk but i'll start a barfight all the same."
"whyever would i be gloating, darling?" morden looked surprised, glass paused halfway to his lips.
"got what you wanted, didn't you?" reuben turned away from him, not wanting to see the genuine confusion in his eyes. "marlowe's left, and now you can have him all to yourself. no more of my 'volatile personality', or whatever it was that you said about me." reuben had brushed it off at the time, but the words still stung. like, sure, they knew they were wildly unpredictable, and an asshole, but it still sucked to hear their metamour say it like it was such a bad thing.
"reuben," morden said, "marlowe's left?"
"walked out two mornings ago, no note, nothing." that had hurt a lot; reuben knew they weren't much of a partner but they had assumed they'd get more of a shitshow of a breakup than what they'd been given. they'd thought they'd meant enough to marlowe to deserve something better than a ghosting. "assumed he went right back to you and didn't have the guts to break up with me to my face."
"no," morden said slowly. "he didn't come back to me. he made very clear last time we saw each other that, no matter what feelings we might still have, that was it for us. i assumed that was because he just wanted to be with you." he set his glass down, very carefully, at the edge of the bar. "also, i find your volatile personality quite charming. i thought you knew i meant it as a compliment."
"how the— whatever." reuben stole morden's half-drunk glass; worse, morden let them. "so he's left the both of us behind in the dirt."
"he must have a good reason," morden said, and reuben groaned. "it's really not like him to not at least tell you—,"
"if you're going to stay, then i'm putting a moratorium on talking about our shared ex." reuben said, and gestured for the bartender to pour them both another drink. "misery may love company, but you know what misery doesn't love, is being reminded of why they're fucking miserable in the first place."
"you make a good point," morden said. "so, what is it that misery wants to talk about then?"
reuben eyed morden for a moment. "maybe misery doesn't want to talk," they said. "maybe misery can find a much better thing mouths can do."
(later, stretched out in the backseat of morden’s car, half their clothes discarded in the vicinity of the dashboard, reuben stared at the line of morden’s jaw and wondered how the fuck it was they ended up here. seemingly reading their mind, morden looked down at them, smoke wisping off the end of the joint and out the cracked rear window of the car, and said, “oh, darling, what exactly did you think was going to happen?”)
yes, this is just yennefer and jaskier meeting up after the dragon hunt. what the fuck ever.
this town was too fucking small, reuben thought morosely to themself, as morden bought them another drink. how was it that in all the joints in this godsforsaken city they ran into the absolute last person they ever wanted to see?
"you look like shit, darling," morden noted, sliding the shotglass across the bar. reuben took it and drank the whole thing down in lieu of an answer. "oh, there's no need to rush on my account. if you're really in such a hurry to leave, you could just say."
"fuck off, ferrideh," reuben grumbled. "i'm really not in the mood."
morden frowned at them, and for a moment it almost looked sincere. "what, no witty reply? i'm hurt, and also a little concerned, despite myself."
reuben flipped them off. another glass appeared in front of them and they drank it. "my, my," morden noted. "if i didn't know any better i'd say you're looking to destroy your liver, but i know your constitution is hardier than that. what are we drinking to tonight, then?"
"you leaving me the hell alone," reuben growled. "and leaving me to my misery."
"well, misery loves company," morden sighed, and to reuben's dismay he settled down next to them.
"if you're here to gloat, i don't want to hear it," reuben said. "i might not be able to get drunk but i'll start a barfight all the same."
"whyever would i be gloating, darling?" morden looked surprised, glass paused halfway to his lips.
"got what you wanted, didn't you?" reuben turned away from him, not wanting to see the genuine confusion in his eyes. "marlowe's left, and now you can have him all to yourself. no more of my 'volatile personality', or whatever it was that you said about me." reuben had brushed it off at the time, but the words still stung. like, sure, they knew they were wildly unpredictable, and an asshole, but it still sucked to hear their metamour say it like it was such a bad thing.
"reuben," morden said, "marlowe's left?"
"walked out two mornings ago, no note, nothing." that had hurt a lot; reuben knew they weren't much of a partner but they had assumed they'd get more of a shitshow of a breakup than what they'd been given. they'd thought they'd meant enough to marlowe to deserve something better than a ghosting. "assumed he went right back to you and didn't have the guts to break up with me to my face."
"no," morden said slowly. "he didn't come back to me. he made very clear last time we saw each other that, no matter what feelings we might still have, that was it for us. i assumed that was because he just wanted to be with you." he set his glass down, very carefully, at the edge of the bar. "also, i find your volatile personality quite charming. i thought you knew i meant it as a compliment."
"how the— whatever." reuben stole morden's half-drunk glass; worse, morden let them. "so he's left the both of us behind in the dirt."
"he must have a good reason," morden said, and reuben groaned. "it's really not like him to not at least tell you—,"
"if you're going to stay, then i'm putting a moratorium on talking about our shared ex." reuben said, and gestured for the bartender to pour them both another drink. "misery may love company, but you know what misery doesn't love, is being reminded of why they're fucking miserable in the first place."
"you make a good point," morden said. "so, what is it that misery wants to talk about then?"
reuben eyed morden for a moment. "maybe misery doesn't want to talk," they said. "maybe misery can find a much better thing mouths can do."
(later, stretched out in the backseat of morden’s car, half their clothes discarded in the vicinity of the dashboard, reuben stared at the line of morden’s jaw and wondered how the fuck it was they ended up here. seemingly reading their mind, morden looked down at them, smoke wisping off the end of the joint and out the cracked rear window of the car, and said, “oh, darling, what exactly did you think was going to happen?”)
