[ the moment he can leave, his wrist slipping free from ash's strong, warm fingers, his body refuses to comply. his feet simply don't move, leaden, bolted to the grass. he's horrified by the outpouring of ash's affection, how it hooks into him and leaves him struggling for breath, dangerously close to tearing down his flimsy walls and exposing him for the lying fraud he is. he's fully clothed — his clothes are on, anyway, no matter the state they're in — but he suddenly feels naked because he's not wearing ash's wedding ring and he never will. ]
Achilles. [ he swallows, letting out a frustrated, defeated breath. ] Fine. We'll go together.
[ and the second they find greer, he'll orchestrate a timely exit for himself. for now, he stalks back toward the house, the party spilling over across the polished floors, and tries to put some distance between the two of them and the rest of the residents who will happily spend their hours drinking and laughing and slap-kissing each other on the enormous chess board (tragically, without him). it gets quieter the deeper they go into the house, and embry starts to feel a little foolish in his rumpled party clothes, prying away the silky blue fabric now covered in wine stains and missing several buttons. ]
It's a mansion. Lots of places to look. [ he is not playing hide and fucking seek with ash. ducking into one of the opulent bathrooms, he pulls his shirt over his head and quickly rubs away a smear of what could either be cake frosting or cocaine from beneath his nose. there's a hickey right on the side of his throat that he doesn't remember receiving, outlined in a smudge of bright purple lipstick. ] So go look.
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Achilles. [ he swallows, letting out a frustrated, defeated breath. ] Fine. We'll go together.
[ and the second they find greer, he'll orchestrate a timely exit for himself. for now, he stalks back toward the house, the party spilling over across the polished floors, and tries to put some distance between the two of them and the rest of the residents who will happily spend their hours drinking and laughing and slap-kissing each other on the enormous chess board (tragically, without him). it gets quieter the deeper they go into the house, and embry starts to feel a little foolish in his rumpled party clothes, prying away the silky blue fabric now covered in wine stains and missing several buttons. ]
It's a mansion. Lots of places to look. [ he is not playing hide and fucking seek with ash. ducking into one of the opulent bathrooms, he pulls his shirt over his head and quickly rubs away a smear of what could either be cake frosting or cocaine from beneath his nose. there's a hickey right on the side of his throat that he doesn't remember receiving, outlined in a smudge of bright purple lipstick. ] So go look.