[ closed/open ] Highway to the danger zone

[volitaunt]

who: Poe + CR + ALSO YOU, MAYBE??
what: Catch-all with closed and open prompts
when: April/May
where: ALL AROUND LE TOWN, more prompts to come i'm sure
warnings: Poe attempting to babysit ten thousand tiny Star Warses and then self-destructing when he doesn't have that distraction any more???

Comments

[deploy]

Yeah, I am.

[He's not getting into bar brawls, if that's what Poe means. If Poe's talking about something else, such as the state of John's neck, and other parts of him that are more hidden, or the fact he's more often hungover than not... No comment. What could John say to explain the hand-shaped bruises on his hips and thighs, or the fact he's always sore inside?

"Nothing to worry about. Just a little rough-trade between two consenting adults. Rough because if they don't fuck me hard enough, if it doesn't hurt, I start thinking of you. The way you tasted, looked, and felt. How bad I miss you, and how empty my life feels without you. Because you left a hole in my heart, and there's no one else who can fill it. Believe me, I've tried."

John smiles, one hand braced on the roof of the shuttle.]

Don't worry about me. Worry about that eye and getting your mom's ship off the ground.

I can take care of myself.

[But that's the problem with the way things are, isn't it? Poe's seen too much. Enough to know John can't. Beneath the smile, the rank, and the uniform, John's just a fucked up man who doesn't know how to be anything but alone.]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe stays silent, trying to figure out a way to say John doesn't have to do it alone, not knowing if he even has the right to imply that.

John has people, Poe needs to remember that. He needs to remember that, even if he's going to spend the next week lying in bed staring at the ceiling worrying about what John is doing, worried about what John is thinking, worrying about John.

The man probably wants nothing to do with him, and here they are. Making small talk and dancing around the fact that both of them know the other isn't okay. ]

Yeah, sure.

[ Delivered without sarcasm. In the same casual tone that John used before, talking about the ship. BB-8 rolls back and forth, fussing in his quiet way. Sometimes Poe thinks the droid is like a piece of his conscience, they've been together so long. ]

If you need anything....

[ If you need anything, you'll hide it. If you need anything, I'm the last person in the world you'd ask. ]