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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2020-05-18 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[It hasn't been long, and Richie's been inconsolable since being dragged out of Neibolt. What started as comfort at the quarry quickly spiraled into self-loathing and resentment. He was angry with Bev, with Ben for convincing him to leave Eddie and wasn't even speaking to Mike who had manhandled him out for most of the way.

The other losers had decided to leave him alone, and Richie who hadn't been much of a crier before in his life. At least not since the first incident with the fucking clown had broken down into nothing but tears. Tears and small intervals of sleep between the bouts. His pillow was soaked through and fortunately he'd been near unconsciousness when a sharp pop jolted him up. Richie rocketed into a seated position so fast that the headboard behind him was still bobbing and in the window, there was a ping pong ball shaped hole, fractured glass like spider-legs stretched across where the missing piece should have been.]


What the fuck?

[Richie's tired, sleep deprived and he's seen weirder shit since slipping into this state of mind. He swore he woke up once and Eddie was with him, but he'd been wrong then. He figured this was another trick, some lucid dream.

He makes his way to the window and carefully pushes it open, another shard falls and slides across the roof beneath it.]


Fuck. Fuck.

[The last thing he wanted to do was replace a stupid window for a stupid town house B&B in the worst place on earth.]

God Dammit!
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2020-05-19 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie's eyes strain to see clearly against the darkness but all he can make out is a familiar shape until Eddie speaks. The lilt in his voice, the tone, immediately reaches him on the second story. He's heard Eddie so often in his sleep, in the darkness when he couldn't sleep that he doesn't think it's real.

The window is pulled closed not soon after and the audible sound of foot steps can be heard. The only way to prove to himself that it wasn't real was to step outside, catch a breath of the fresh air, and occupy the same space as the vision. It doesn't take him long to get down stairs and across the yard. He's not expecting Eddie to be there, and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees him fresh from death wearing the same clothes like some fucking badge of honor.]


I really must be going crazy.
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2020-05-20 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I didn't wake up in it. I had to leave you there, man.

[Richie's tired - too tired to admit to this specter of his best friend that he thinks he might be an illusion. Getting to talk to him is like rain after a drought and he can't help but bask in it despite himself.]

You were dead. You - You died in my arms.
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2020-05-21 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
A shower?

[Figments of the imagination didn't really need to shower, but at this point he knows better than to question. Richie nods his head slow and turns back toward the house with his palm extended toward him.]

C'mon. Your clothes are in my room now, but- be quiet okay, I don't need the others on my ass again just. Please.

[The tension in his voice makes it clear he's been on round the clock watch from one of the losers and they finally all went to sleep. He didn't need someone barging back into his room, he'd endured enough mournful looks and gentle words to last him a lifetime.]
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lol just in case he needs to be invited, tw: suicidal ideations

[personal profile] sloppybitch 2020-05-25 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie felt real enough, he certainly smelled real enough. If he wasn't so exhausted he would've wretched from the stench alone but the fatigue that creases his eyes was more than just physical and he can't help but think he's dreaming.][Mike had already caught him sleep walking once when he came over to give something to Bill before heading home. Everyone was on high alert, like he was gonna throw himself out the window. If he wanted to end it, it's not like it'd be the first time. No, that first time didn't take back in LA after a show.]

Your suitcase is by the door and um- the towels and everything are still in the bathroom, so.

[Richie sat down on his bed and all but rolled over to curl against one side.]
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2020-06-06 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie's so tired, worn so thin, half of him thinks this is a dream or a dream within a dream. Some weird figment of his imagination that allowed him some comfort in his sleep that he hadn't had until Eddie came back to see him.

Richie's sound asleep when Eddie comes back, and he jolts with a start at the sound of his voice. It pierces through his dream of him and brings him back into reality.]


Eddie. Eddie.

[Richie reaches up and grabs a hold of him by the lapel of the shirt that he's wearing. In the dark of the room he looks every bit the man he'd left behind, his eyes the same intensity they'd always been.]

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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2021-10-10 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's been strange, different - in a way that Richie doesn't think too hard about because Eddie is here, he's alive and not dead and that's the only thing that matters. After the initial bite, Richie had spent nights up on google on Sanguinarian forums, on anything that could give him some insight onto how to live with this. It wasn't a sickness, or a disability, but they had to treat it like one because Richie couldn't keep running and Eddie couldn't handle the constant relocation.

The first time that Eddie bit him the euphoria shot through his veins like a white-hot spike of adrenaline. As a recovering addict, Richie was more into it than someone else would've been and had gotten drunk off of Eddie's blood lust more than once, in private moments between the two of them. They were still suited to each other, even now. Finishing sentences, connected on some near-telepathic level the same way they had been when they were kids.

That's why when Eddie's panic set in Richie turned around to find him in the room. His nerves make the hair on his arms raise, and not for the first time he wondered if Eddie had done some sort of Vulcan mind-meld on him. He excuses himself from the crowd politely and goes to grab Eddie and escort him out. Nobody thinks anything of it, why would they? He's entitled to his free time too. The building he'd performed in was a large one, in an old hotel and Richie escorts Eddie to one of the many elevators so they can get some space to themselves.]


Hey. You okay?
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2021-10-26 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was a close call and despite his trust for Eddie he never wanted the guy to suffer through something he shouldn't have to. It's been tense, on the road, but it's a necessary means to an end. Richie had to keep working to support them both and thankfully his agent helped promote Richie's new tour, after coming out, and the uncensored truth of living life in the closet until 40.

It's an act that's a lot easier to perform and one he's able to create some actual material on his own for a change. Something that renews a sense of pride in himself he'd all but lost. The people he'd been talking with weren't as important as Eddie, and his show was done for the night so he was free until the next and final show at their current location tomorrow night.]


You don't have to explain anything to me, dude. Maybe I'm leaving because I want to, not just for you. I just spent two hours under a bunch of studio lights. I need a shower and some TLC, and it looks like you do too.
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2021-12-05 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie's worry didn't manifest the way it would in a normal person, it's something he's always used like armor. He's gotten good at playing fast and loose with his anxiety, and now that he's not chasing chemicals with booze it's been easier to manage.]

You hungry?

[It's pretty depraved, but Eddie drinking from him didn't feel half as bad as it should have. Most of the time it felt like a shot of white-hot adrenaline mixed with molly and the addict in him didn't mind Eddie doing a little teething on him from time to time.]

Shower or bath tub complete with jets? Or maybe we skip both and go for round two in jacuzzi after it's closed.
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2021-12-05 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Me? Mind?

[Not happening. The teeth don't show to the naked eye but he knows they're there. Enough, that his back curls with the heat of desire. If he hadn't spent the last two hours under stage lights it might be more obvious, but Eddie knew what he was doing. Of that Richie was convinced, he didn't know the specifics but he figured if Richie could smell blood maybe he could tell when blood was pumping a little faster too.]

If I don't, you can gag me.

[It's a fair deal while they're both being lecherous and the dirty talk was half the foreplay for them. An artform.]
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2021-12-05 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Aw shucks. You want to take care of me?

[Richie shrugs off the notion despite Eddie's constant desire to dote on him. Richie's never gotten over the sting of what it felt like to lose him, and sometimes it still haunts him in the middle of the night once in a while and he wakes up cold, clammy, with Eddie's eyes on him in the darkness of the room.

It's not something they've talked about, but there are no words for it. Eddie knows and Richie doesn't see any reason to diagnose it any more than they already have.]


Okay, first you get a nightcap, then we can change for the jacuzzi. Deal?

[The elevator opens with a ding to their suite, it wasn't quite a penthouse but it came close and the balcony overlooked the same pool they were going to have a caper in once it closed and the coast was clear.]

You first.

[Richie's already in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his loafers on his way through the threshold. Watching Eddie made him ravenous too, in a different way. The beams of pride and the half-hidden laughs in his palm at a terrible joke the small glimpses he'd caught from the stage had done him in early.]
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[personal profile] sloppybitch 2021-12-05 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Like I'd say no to that.

[Richie's not as spirited as he would be usually, age hasn't made him as virile as some and he's out of shape despite the lankiness he never quite grew out of. Eddie had this way of completely disarming him in moments like these when they were alone together.

The tenderness he felt that he never deserved growing up made him crazy for him now, and Richie melts into the softness of the warm towel that he's using to soothe him.]


Is it better now that I write my own material?

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