Yeah. Last thing I remember. [ Notably: the last thing he remembers his his kid sister's watery blue eyes. Funny that they weren't really related, weren't really siblings, but they had the same blue-blue eyes. ]
Kinda thought everyone was dead at first. [ Hell or purgatory? Definitely not heaven. ] I don't look like a ghost, right?
No? You just look like a [ hot ] guy. An alive guy.
[ And she knows he is, because her blankets have sunken in where he's sat beside her. She can smell him, hear him. If she reached out and touched him she'd feel him, too, all the hard muscle that built her shelf. ]
If you were a ghost you'd float and stuff.. That's what she did!
You should talk to Ihβ [ Oh oops. he's not supposed to tell people about Iggy 'ghost-whisperer' Melville, right? They'd talked about it months ago, it's not at top of mind. ]
Guess I must not be a ghost then. I'm pretty warm, right? [ He holds his hand out for her to touch, grinning a little, blue eyes shading toward mischievous. ] Solid too. [ Wink. ]
[ Talk to who? While he's with her?? Sure, he may be here bartering his heart out but still!! Have some decorum! Even so she plays along, despite the flat and unimpressed look she sends his way when he reaches a hand out. She puts her own in his, if only because she's curious. Always wondering about differences between people, if the ones with their hands is something to note, too. ]
You're alright..
[ She says, despite not letting go. Even as she's turning his hand over and squinting down at the skin of his hand, any cuts and creases, jewelry. ]
Lukewarm? [ Like he's wounded, face twisting, a pout.
His hand twists too, his thumb running up over her palm. She has long fingers, and pretty, manicured nails. His are clean, neat, not quite so manicured, not the sort of thing that flies in 1985. But he has a few rings, a thick one, all silver, another that's thinner, a few stones pressed in. ] I run hot.
[ There's no doubt in her mind that he does, because even this much of him she is touching is oddly warm. Feels like he's leaving tingles behind with every trace of his thumb up, down, her palm. She uses it as an excuse to examine his rings, not because she wants her hand to stay there longer or anything. In turn he'll see her own, a few gemless bands that adorn some fingers, a thumb. No gold in sight. ]
So are yours, [ drawled. He thinks he gets her a little, maybe a lot. The raw but absent way they talk about their desires, the people who are stuck in their craw, who are stuck inside them. That feeling of knowing who you are, but still having no damn clue.Β
He notices. Thumb running over one of her rings. ] No gold. Too gaudy? Gonna fuck with your look?
Uh, yeah. [ A little breathy, like she's still in disbelief he'd guess the reason so easy (has the same thought run through his mind? Picking out his jewelry or the day? Who will I be? It has to have. What will people see when I put this color on? He must know.) ] I only wear gold on my ear. [ She's allergic to anything but. Lottie can't wear fun party jewelry for long, so she often has the same kind of earring on rotation, just different shades. ]
I like pearls.. [ His thumb rubs at one of her rings and her eyes are drawn to the particularly thick one. Her own are more slender, look like they've even been freshly polished. She smiles, soft, a little bashful. ] After silver. Or string. Ribbons. Body jewelry is great.
Between you and me though, I'll wear gold sometimes.. But only if I have to.
Pearls are nice. [ Hard to find around here, with no ocean bumping up against the city. A good like that comes through the duchess or costs a really, really pretty trade at the jewelers. That thought gets tucked away, a file called: Lottie.
But he's grinning at her prettily. ] You could make it work. All gold, everything. You'd look like a California sunrise. Your hair's green like palm.
[ Rich, lush palm trees. ] You have any body jewelry? I'm deciding on a few myself.
[ California. She hasn't thought about a sunrise in that state (in Los Angeles) in a long time. She sees Billy and thinks about how she hated the beach. Maybe she'd like it now, with the time away, with her medication. Maybe if he was there she could like it, learn to tolerate it even.
But that thought is tucked away, because he's moving too fast and her brows raise. Body jewelry? Where?? Her face says. ]
Uh, no. I've only ever got my ears pierced! [ She says, despite only one being on her body. ] I don't even know what I'd do, like.. A belly piercing is cute? So 2000s.
[ He'd kill for a beach day, laying flat on a towel, hot sun baking pale skin into a toasty golden brown. He's been here too long, and soon he'll lose some of that hue from July 1985, where he'd spent most of his days flirting as a minimum wage life guard. ]
Hot. [ It is hot. Belly button piercings are hot, and he has a little whiplash knowing they'll become more ubiquitous in 15 years, not saved for edgy or hippie girls in far off places. But before he tells her his wants, he smiles. There's the briefest pause, he's still getting used to wanting shit like this and not just being perceived as... a queer. ]
Nipples. I'm talking to Munson about it. [ He grins slyly, but his eyes flick to her ears. ]
You want some? [ His thoughts stray to her and body piercings, and it's a fight to stay... respectful. ] You've only got the one ear pierced.
[ Nipples? She can't remotely control the way her eyes bounce down to his, as if she's imaging what the hell that must look like. What it would look like specifically on him. Lottie never really understood the allure of it (too worried about infections, too worried about hiding it, too shy and weird about her own body to consider it) but she kind of gets it at the thought of Billy with them.
She doesn't say it, though. Just presses her lips thin and tries hard not to seem distracted (she's been quiet for some time now) (she has failed). ]
Ohβ um.. [ Munson? Eddie? Eddie does nipple piercings?? Eddie piercing Billy's nipples?? Her hand moves up to wipe at her nose for no particular reason, other than she wants to duck her warm face somewhere out of sight. ] I mean.. Yeah, I do have the one but like I don't know if it'd even look good on me like itwouldonyou?
Yeah, that Munson. He's gonna do it for me. [ He's smiling at her even though he and Eddie Munson are complicated. They're complicated because Billy was drugged as fuck when they first met here. It's because he knows Eddie, knows they come from the same place, were taught the same shit. It's not like Jem, who thinks the queer shit is hot. Or Murphy, who looks baffled at the thought it's not accepted.
But he's not thinking about Eddie. He's thinking about the way her eyes dip down to her chest, the way her words run together a little bit. He leans closer, ducks his head toward her: ]
You think it'll look good on me? [ Unabashed cockiness. His eyes flick down her body in return. ] I think you could rock it; pretty sure you could rock anything.
[ It's unclear if he's suggesting she pierce her belly button... or her nipples. ]
[ Jesus. This guy is trouble. She almost wants him to go back to sexily building her shelf so she can have some breathing (thinking) room. The fact she really doesn't know which he's suggesting makes her forehead feel sweaty beneath her bangs. She's going to die. She really is. Because of course she thinks it'll look good on himβ just about everything looks good right now on him.
God. Why are his eyes so pretty!! Why do his arms look kinda beefy!! Why is he so good at talking!! Aaaaa!! ]
Haha, you think so..
[ That was meant to be a question, but she's not sure if she can really handle the answer right now. Is this flirting? Is he flirting? She's not backing away from him, stupidly standing her ground even with Billy leaning in to her space, smelling like hints of her hair solution and him. Lottie is oddly quiet for some time, eyes darting to the side and daring to meet his own gaze. His lips. His hair.
She remembers abruptly: fuck. She has to say something. A word! Anything!! She can't just keep (sensually? Awkwardly?) staring at this hot dude!!! And then she blurts out: ]
[ The thing is, you can sensually stare at a guy for a indeterminant amount of time, especially if he doesn't realize it's bordering on awkward. Why would it be? She's the sort of hot guys only dream of, she's the kind of hot people move to LA for, she's the kind of hot that makes you wonder if god does get involved every now and then just to make the perfect specimen.
Why wouldn't she be drowning in experience?
And you can sensually stare because that's part of the game. Billy's pretty sure there's some math to it. Add two people, up their hotness levels, calculate for the time of night, for the season, and you'll end up with the proper amount of time to wait before sensual stare turns to chaste kiss turns to filth.
And he leans forward... three... two... just about thereβ ]
What? [ His head tilts. She was not leaning in to break the fucking tension. He squints at her. ] If they got infected? [ He shrugs. ] We got a doctor for that, not that I want to hear whatever he's gonna say about my wildlife tags or whatever. [ Or whatever House would have to say about his nipples. He shrugs, still whiplashed from the mood shift. ] Or I don't know. Or Munson says one of those magic fuckers could probably fix it. [ One in particular, actually. ]
She spectacularly fucked that up! She could've been kissing Hottie McHoterson and instead here he is, looking at her like she just ruined the mood and is unknowingly bringing up her ex (complicatedβ her and House aren't technically together like they used to be when they were with John, but it's not like she's his girlfriend anymore, it's not like he really talks to her outside of wanting sex). Suddenly: she is as dry as the Sahara Desert.
..Not that she was particularly wet, or jonesing for Billy's touch, before, but she was into it! The idea, the thought. Definitely panicking over it. Now she just feels like she's messed up. Feels weirdly ashamed. Lottie wants to apologize because even Billy looks disappointed.
She picks at a ring, the thin one at her pointer finger, cheeks flaring hot because they're still close despite the fumble, and she doesn't want to draw away quite yet. ]
[ He's leaned back at least, able to pick up on the vibe, but he's not deft enough to catch what it is. He's in the dark when it comes to Lottie and her paramours, doesn't know about the exes, the shit with Felipe.
His eyes light up a little though. ] Oh yeah, I bet she could do it. But no, Munson was talking about that guy John. Jem too.
[ Who would have guessedβhe's bringing up two of her exes, of varying complication levels! But Billy? Hasn't met John in person. He's a wizard, but not like the actual wizard. ]
[ Oh, god. Now her mood is completely ruined! He brought up both of her exes?! Lottie can't filter out her reaction to his name in time for it to not be obvious, too preoccupied to even think about a proper reaction to Jem's name being paired with his. Does everyone know magic here?? ]
Oh, yeah, he's like.. So good at that stuff!
[ She wishes he just agreed it was Wanda!! She inhales, shimmies her way off the bed to stretch her tired legs. ]
He'd love to help out, I'm sure.
[ (New intrusive thought: her ex repairing infected nipple piercings for town clout. She just might die.) ]
[ He notes the look, but doesn't note the added confusion. Jem, like Eddie, recommended John Gaius's magic touch for curing physical ailments. As far as he knows, she doesn't have a magic bone in her body.
But, though he notes the look, he doesn't really get it. This would be easier if he and Lottie had just... made out for an hour. Maybe went beyond heavy petting, or maybe left it to swapping spit. It is a small town, so he can be a gentleman. Sometimes. ]
Would he? Don't know him. He do something for you? I hear he can like... [ Do magic...? Billy's fingers rise and wiggle. His approximation of 'magic.' ] Regrow bones or whatever. Get rid of scars.
[ She says, fully knowing he can.. Or at least, could do things like thatβ Lottie knows he has impeccable control over the human body and, of course, his necromancy bits. And since it's not exactly a secret anymore (she remembers when he told her to keep it a secret, lest people would come bother him for more miraclesβ she laughs), she admits: ]
He made my hair green so the brown doesn't show up anymore.
I did. Before I got here. But John made it green for me.
[ So yes, it does grow green. The closer he looks the easier it'll be for him to see all the different variants of green melded together (sprouting, yes, from her head!!) to make the lime unit cohesive. ]
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Your ass died?
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Yeah. Last thing I remember. [ Notably: the last thing he remembers his his kid sister's watery blue eyes. Funny that they weren't really related, weren't really siblings, but they had the same blue-blue eyes. ]
Kinda thought everyone was dead at first. [ Hell or purgatory? Definitely not heaven. ] I don't look like a ghost, right?
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[ And she knows he is, because her blankets have sunken in where he's sat beside her. She can smell him, hear him. If she reached out and touched him she'd feel him, too, all the hard muscle that built her shelf. ]
If you were a ghost you'd float and stuff.. That's what she did!
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Guess I must not be a ghost then. I'm pretty warm, right? [ He holds his hand out for her to touch, grinning a little, blue eyes shading toward mischievous. ] Solid too. [ Wink. ]
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You're alright..
[ She says, despite not letting go. Even as she's turning his hand over and squinting down at the skin of his hand, any cuts and creases, jewelry. ]
Like, lukewarm.
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His hand twists too, his thumb running up over her palm. She has long fingers, and pretty, manicured nails. His are clean, neat, not quite so manicured, not the sort of thing that flies in 1985. But he has a few rings, a thick one, all silver, another that's thinner, a few stones pressed in. ] I run hot.
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Sure you do.
[ There's no doubt in her mind that he does, because even this much of him she is touching is oddly warm. Feels like he's leaving tingles behind with every trace of his thumb up, down, her palm. She uses it as an excuse to examine his rings, not because she wants her hand to stay there longer or anything. In turn he'll see her own, a few gemless bands that adorn some fingers, a thumb. No gold in sight. ]
..These are pretty. [ His rings, she means. ]
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He notices. Thumb running over one of her rings. ] No gold. Too gaudy? Gonna fuck with your look?
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I like pearls.. [ His thumb rubs at one of her rings and her eyes are drawn to the particularly thick one. Her own are more slender, look like they've even been freshly polished. She smiles, soft, a little bashful. ] After silver. Or string. Ribbons. Body jewelry is great.
Between you and me though, I'll wear gold sometimes.. But only if I have to.
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But he's grinning at her prettily. ] You could make it work. All gold, everything. You'd look like a California sunrise. Your hair's green like palm.
[ Rich, lush palm trees. ] You have any body jewelry? I'm deciding on a few myself.
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But that thought is tucked away, because he's moving too fast and her brows raise. Body jewelry? Where?? Her face says. ]
Uh, no. I've only ever got my ears pierced! [ She says, despite only one being on her body. ] I don't even know what I'd do, like.. A belly piercing is cute? So 2000s.
[ Her lips quirk up in a smile. ]
What are you thinking about?
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Hot. [ It is hot. Belly button piercings are hot, and he has a little whiplash knowing they'll become more ubiquitous in 15 years, not saved for edgy or hippie girls in far off places. But before he tells her his wants, he smiles. There's the briefest pause, he's still getting used to wanting shit like this and not just being perceived as... a queer. ]
Nipples. I'm talking to Munson about it. [ He grins slyly, but his eyes flick to her ears. ]
You want some? [ His thoughts stray to her and body piercings, and it's a fight to stay... respectful. ] You've only got the one ear pierced.
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She doesn't say it, though. Just presses her lips thin and tries hard not to seem distracted (she's been quiet for some time now) (she has failed). ]
Ohβ um.. [ Munson? Eddie? Eddie does nipple piercings?? Eddie piercing Billy's nipples?? Her hand moves up to wipe at her nose for no particular reason, other than she wants to duck her warm face somewhere out of sight. ] I mean.. Yeah, I do have the one but like I don't know if it'd even look good on me like itwouldonyou?
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But he's not thinking about Eddie. He's thinking about the way her eyes dip down to her chest, the way her words run together a little bit. He leans closer, ducks his head toward her: ]
You think it'll look good on me? [ Unabashed cockiness. His eyes flick down her body in return. ] I think you could rock it; pretty sure you could rock anything.
[ It's unclear if he's suggesting she pierce her belly button... or her nipples. ]
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God. Why are his eyes so pretty!! Why do his arms look kinda beefy!! Why is he so good at talking!! Aaaaa!! ]
Haha, you think so..
[ That was meant to be a question, but she's not sure if she can really handle the answer right now. Is this flirting? Is he flirting? She's not backing away from him, stupidly standing her ground even with Billy leaning in to her space, smelling like hints of her hair solution and him. Lottie is oddly quiet for some time, eyes darting to the side and daring to meet his own gaze. His lips. His hair.
She remembers abruptly: fuck. She has to say something. A word! Anything!! She can't just keep (sensually? Awkwardly?) staring at this hot dude!!! And then she blurts out: ]
W-what if it like, gets infected??
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Why wouldn't she be drowning in experience?
And you can sensually stare because that's part of the game. Billy's pretty sure there's some math to it. Add two people, up their hotness levels, calculate for the time of night, for the season, and you'll end up with the proper amount of time to wait before sensual stare turns to chaste kiss turns to filth.
And he leans forward... three... two... just about thereβ ]
What? [ His head tilts. She was not leaning in to break the fucking tension. He squints at her. ] If they got infected? [ He shrugs. ] We got a doctor for that, not that I want to hear whatever he's gonna say about my wildlife tags or whatever. [ Or whatever House would have to say about his nipples. He shrugs, still whiplashed from the mood shift. ] Or I don't know. Or Munson says one of those magic fuckers could probably fix it. [ One in particular, actually. ]
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Yikes.
Uh, wow.
She spectacularly fucked that up! She could've been kissing Hottie McHoterson and instead here he is, looking at her like she just ruined the mood and is unknowingly bringing up her ex (complicatedβ her and House aren't technically together like they used to be when they were with John, but it's not like she's his girlfriend anymore, it's not like he really talks to her outside of wanting sex). Suddenly: she is as dry as the Sahara Desert.
..Not that she was particularly wet, or jonesing for Billy's touch, before, but she was into it! The idea, the thought. Definitely panicking over it. Now she just feels like she's messed up. Feels weirdly ashamed. Lottie wants to apologize because even Billy looks disappointed.
She picks at a ring, the thin one at her pointer finger, cheeks flaring hot because they're still close despite the fumble, and she doesn't want to draw away quite yet. ]
..Who?? [ A pause. ] Wanda?
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His eyes light up a little though. ] Oh yeah, I bet she could do it. But no, Munson was talking about that guy John. Jem too.
[ Who would have guessedβhe's bringing up two of her exes, of varying complication levels! But Billy? Hasn't met John in person. He's a wizard, but not like the actual wizard. ]
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Oh, yeah, he's like.. So good at that stuff!
[ She wishes he just agreed it was Wanda!! She inhales, shimmies her way off the bed to stretch her tired legs. ]
He'd love to help out, I'm sure.
[ (New intrusive thought: her ex repairing infected nipple piercings for town clout. She just might die.) ]
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But, though he notes the look, he doesn't really get it. This would be easier if he and Lottie had just... made out for an hour. Maybe went beyond heavy petting, or maybe left it to swapping spit. It is a small town, so he can be a gentleman. Sometimes. ]
Would he? Don't know him. He do something for you? I hear he can like... [ Do magic...? Billy's fingers rise and wiggle. His approximation of 'magic.' ] Regrow bones or whatever. Get rid of scars.
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[ She says, fully knowing he can.. Or at least, could do things like thatβ Lottie knows he has impeccable control over the human body and, of course, his necromancy bits. And since it's not exactly a secret anymore (she remembers when he told her to keep it a secret, lest people would come bother him for more miraclesβ she laughs), she admits: ]
He made my hair green so the brown doesn't show up anymore.
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[ Once again, entirely distracted by beauty hacks. ] It grows green?
[ He leans closer to look. ]
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[ So yes, it does grow green. The closer he looks the easier it'll be for him to see all the different variants of green melded together (sprouting, yes, from her head!!) to make the lime unit cohesive. ]
i'm so sorry.
SOBBING LITERALLY
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