Private Finished Your secrets keep you safe, your lies keep you alive

ReD

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"Okay," Lochlann said.

That was his word today. Okay.

Maybe if he said it enough times, he could convince himself that everything would be okay. That this might work out okay. That he would be okay.

The pointed comment about being shoved into walls wasn't missed by Lochlann.

He probably should apologize. It would be the decent thing to do. It would be best to take accountability for his actions to the man that he'd just asked to delve inside his head and scare him to shitless.

Instead, Lochlann just shrugged and said, "It'd be a whole lot worse if people found out."

His comment could go a few ways: a passive agreement (yes, it'd be bad for both of us!) or a subtle threat. If Lochlann was willing to shove him into a wall for this...well, he let Sabe pick up the pieces.

His phone vibrated in his back pocket and Lochlann picked it up, suspicious, before he put the two together and realized he had Sabe's number now.

Lochlann nodded.

"Okay," he said.

It was his manta today.

Okay. It'll be okay.

"The next rainstorm," he told Sabe. "Let's try it then. Do we...have an.."

What was this?

It wasn't a deal. it was barely an agreement.

"An understanding?" Lochlann asked.
 

birdie

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It’d be a whole lot worse if people found out.

Sabriel wasn’t stupid. Oblivious, sometimes—perpetual exhaustion made him slow to catch onto things—but this he understood. It would be bad for both of them. Lochlann was hinting it would be worse for Sabe. He knew a threat when he heard one.

But he didn’t put much stock in it.

You like to think you’re very tough, don’t you, thought Sabriel. And the monstrous part of him, the part deep inside him he kept hidden away, almost laughed. Lochlann wouldn’t be very tough by the time Sabriel was finished with him, and that wasn’t a threat.

It was simply the reality of their situation.

“Next rainstorm,” he agreed.

An understanding, Lochlann called it.

About discretion, yes. About boundaries, yes. But Sabriel didn’t think Lochlann understood at all what he had asked for.

Nonetheless, he said, “Of course.”
 
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