Josh Foley (sogoethi) wrote in after_the_fall, @ 2012-01-05 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | other!josh-616, other!julian, other!julian-ex |
Julian
He didn't like it, but he had no choice. Eddie liked the kind Rogue who was a mother and she had taken very good care of him while Josh had been unconscious. He didn't want to owe anyone, and he didn't like the feel of leaving Eddie with strangers. He still didn't trust anyone, but they'd proven themselves more than capable, and if he were being honest with himself, he needed the break. He wasn't used to taking care of a baby twenty-four seven. To being alone, save for said child, and the eerie, uncomfortable presence of Ford that prowled about his consciousness like a predator.
He'd figured out Ford's pattern though, and it was getting easier to do without. The more contact they had, the more he craved, but the longer he could go without it. He imagined in a month or two, he might very well be fine. And that was comforting.
It wasn't that he hated the contact. He didn't think he ever could, even after it had functionally enslaved him. Or Ford. It wasn't really his fault; he couldn't control the urges any better than Josh could. He hated what it did to him. How it made him feel. And more than anything, he couldn't stand Ford's expectations. The look in his eye that made Josh feel worthless and broken, even as his touch flooded him with vibrance so brilliant it hurt. He'd never asked to be fixed. And now he had to pay the reaper.
It being his birthday and all, he allowed himself the reprieve. Handing Eddie over with a promise to return. Taking advantage of the community garage and heading out. He made sure to close himself off as best he could within the mansion, so Ford would think he was just ignoring him again. The last thing he needed was to have to deal with the brunet. All he wanted for his birthday was to drink enough alcohol to kill three grown men and find someone nice and inviting to fuck him into a stupor. He didn't think it was a lot to ask. And when it was over, he'd heal himself back to prime functionality, drive home, pick up Eddie and go about picking up all the pieces he'd scattered to the wind and shoving them back into something that resembled a person.
He hadn't wanted to go too far. Ford was still back at the mansion, yes, but so was Eddie, and he wanted to be able to get back in less than fifteen minutes if he needed to. It didn't leave him a lot of options, but he still managed to find a decent looking place. Walking in and strolling to the bar.
They'd given him an image inducer to conceal his skin, and while he didn't need it, he was wearing it until he knew just how much he could trust these people to know. Unfamiliar with the drinks, and with a rather incredible amount of money available to him to spend, he gave the bartender specific instructions to hit him hard and fast and to keep them coming. If he accomplished one thing on his birthday to do list, he'd at least lose the sobriety for a while. Sex was preferable, but liquor was easier.