my love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball

[moralperil]

Date & Time: 9/19, evening, after the mission's completed
Location: Mahdi's room!
Characters: Mahdi (moralperil) & Jack (allucinator)
Summary: Mahdi and Jack are swapping secrets of their troubled pasts.
Warnings: THIS LOG WILL CONTAIN POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING MATERIAL. Descriptions of violence, torture, and rape. Proceed with caution.

[Mahdi squeezes Jack's hand and welcomes him into the room. Murmuring a quiet word of apology he closes the door on the kittens, and goes to sit in the corner of the bed where it meets the corner of the room. He pats the spot next to him, inviting Jack to remain near.

The room itself has few features. Mahdi hasn't done much to decorate it, and keeps it relatively neat.]

Um, how do I start out something like this? I told you about how my job involves me coming to Earth, helping a specific person who's at risk of selling their soul?

Comments

[moralperil]

You should probably use your prayers for more important issues. [Mahdi chuckles, still brushing his hair. If he were anything but completely wrung out and exhausted, he'd surely think more of the familiar way Jack is cuddled up. Instead he just hums to himself (You're much too marvelous, too marvelous for words... ) and yes, eventually finishes.] Okay, I'm done.

[allucinator]

Fi-nally--

[He flops on the bed and scrambles beneath the sheets.]

Smack me if I get nightmares.

[moralperil]

I'm not going to smack you!

[Mahdi crawls under the covers, wrapping his arms around Jack.]

Unless you say tits again.

[allucinator]

Well, wake me up if I wake you up.

[He stiffens a little as Mahdi wraps his arms around him-- but slowly, slowly settles down. This is-- this is a little too close, perhaps, but Jack's not going to push him away now. He's missed being in bed with someone too much to let the opportunity slip away.]

G'night.

[moralperil]

[Mahdi is too exhausted to think twice about anything he's doing - the fact that he's invited Jack into his bed, using him as a human hug pillow... something he never would've considered even two months ago. But the trauma (and insomnia) of the kidnapping, as well as their subsequent conversation, has completely worn him out. He falls asleep, though he does not hold on for long, instead curling into his normal position, his back against the wall, his head only slightly pillowed against Jack.

His dreams are troubled, but he does not wake.]