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dreamlikenewyork2017-04-02 01:53 am
inkandleather) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2017-04-02 01:53 am
"How long has this been going on?"
Who: Jace and Jesse Hartley
What: Something's coming
Where: Home, NYC
When: Saturday
Something was going on, and Jace had no idea what it was, let alone where to even begin to try and guess. He was standing in the doorway of their guest bedroom, watching Jesse carry a passed-out Merlin to the bed. Merlin was a mess. Literally. All Jace knew was that Merlin apparently got extremely drunk at some point, and that had lead to Jesse bringing him home here. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Merlin had thrown up all over himself, and Jesse had called ahead to Jace and asked him to have a change of clothes for Merlin, if he could. Jace didn't ask questions at that point. Jesse said he would be back before his birthday, but he had been delayed in South Carolina. Today was Jace's birthday, and they were only just getting back.
And he had no idea what to think, because Jesse looked like hell too. Jace stayed standing timidly in the doorway, watching Jesse undress Merlin out of the messed up clothing, clean him up a bit, and put sweat pants and long-sleeve t-shirt on him Jace had fished out of their pile of clean laundry that hadn't been put away yet. Merlin kind of regained consciousness briefly while Jesse was trying to get the job done, and proceeded to projectile puke all over the bed and the clean clothes he had just been put in, all the while bawling his eyes out. He soon passed out again.
Jace didn't know what to do to help, because Jesse hadn't asked for his help. That felt weird. Jace felt oddly like he was being left out of something, but it could just be because he hadn't been filled in yet. "I'll get a change for the bed," he said quietly, and went to the linen cupboard up the hall where he just stood there staring into it for a few minutes. His brain was skipping a few beats. He knew why he had come to the cupboard, but not sure where to get what he was looking for. Soon, he just came back with an armful of clean linen, and when he got to the room, he found Jesse sitting on the floor by the bed, sobbing his heart out. "What the fuck has happened?!" Jace finally cried, getting upset himself because he hated not understanding things, or feeling like he wasn't capable of being kept in the loop.
What: Something's coming
Where: Home, NYC
When: Saturday
Something was going on, and Jace had no idea what it was, let alone where to even begin to try and guess. He was standing in the doorway of their guest bedroom, watching Jesse carry a passed-out Merlin to the bed. Merlin was a mess. Literally. All Jace knew was that Merlin apparently got extremely drunk at some point, and that had lead to Jesse bringing him home here. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Merlin had thrown up all over himself, and Jesse had called ahead to Jace and asked him to have a change of clothes for Merlin, if he could. Jace didn't ask questions at that point. Jesse said he would be back before his birthday, but he had been delayed in South Carolina. Today was Jace's birthday, and they were only just getting back.
And he had no idea what to think, because Jesse looked like hell too. Jace stayed standing timidly in the doorway, watching Jesse undress Merlin out of the messed up clothing, clean him up a bit, and put sweat pants and long-sleeve t-shirt on him Jace had fished out of their pile of clean laundry that hadn't been put away yet. Merlin kind of regained consciousness briefly while Jesse was trying to get the job done, and proceeded to projectile puke all over the bed and the clean clothes he had just been put in, all the while bawling his eyes out. He soon passed out again.
Jace didn't know what to do to help, because Jesse hadn't asked for his help. That felt weird. Jace felt oddly like he was being left out of something, but it could just be because he hadn't been filled in yet. "I'll get a change for the bed," he said quietly, and went to the linen cupboard up the hall where he just stood there staring into it for a few minutes. His brain was skipping a few beats. He knew why he had come to the cupboard, but not sure where to get what he was looking for. Soon, he just came back with an armful of clean linen, and when he got to the room, he found Jesse sitting on the floor by the bed, sobbing his heart out. "What the fuck has happened?!" Jace finally cried, getting upset himself because he hated not understanding things, or feeling like he wasn't capable of being kept in the loop.