Brent: i love dicksquad so much
Brent: they are my sunshine
[[GG]]: MY ONLY SUNSHINE
Brent: YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN SKIES ARE GRA Y
[[GG]]: ull never know dicksquad how much I love u
Brent: so please dont take my dicksquad
Brent: away
//downward
sickeyes:
“I don’t mind,” he said, and he thought it was weird to talk and that his voice sounded a lot more distant, and that it wasn’t his voice, maybe somebody else’s voice but shit it came out of his mouth, “You can stay as long as you’d like.” Had he said that already? He didn’t know. Oh well. The heat rolled over him in waves and he heaved a heavy sigh, setting his phone aside and touching his face. Rubbing his eyes.
He was heavy,
heavy,
but it was perfect.
This is what he needed because the bitterness is starting to ebb from his mind and become replaced with something light and airy and not Reggie. Wait, who was Reggie? Oh yeah, Reggie was his brother. Was. Was. Oh yeah, Reggie died. The urge to snort a line rages heavy within him but he bites it back; he’s sure that he’ll be shoved over the edge pretty soon, he just has to try and stop climbing back up and over.
Delsin wondered what Fetch was up to, but he couldn’t bring himself to grab his phone and text her. “‘m hungry,” he announced, “Are you? ‘M bout to order pizza, or something.”
He lifted his eyes to look at Brent, watching as he shot up too.
Somebody once told him that Brent was bad for him.
That both the Walkers were.
That Brent strung him out on drugs to get money and that Fetch just helped, that they both were toxic. That both of them were bad, bad, that Brent especially was willing to sink his claws into Delsin and drag him down, through the dirt and grime and mud just to fuck him up worse, to take him for all he was worth. Delsin didn’t care, even if that was true. Brent took care of him, he did. God he did. Whenever Delsin called, Brent would be at his door with some other trick to take the pain away.
With something else to wipe the slate clean.
Delsin felt as if he was free during these times.
That’s all he ever wanted to be.
“Brent,” he wheezed after a moment, “Am I supposed to feel this hot?” Wait, had they already addressed this? The sweat clung to his back and his neck and his mouth felt dry and he felt like he needed to drink at least a gallon of water to get all this water back in his system, “Because ‘m getting really hot. Will it pass?"
The older male looked at the younger one, as the warmth from the injection spread from his arm to the center of his chest and to the corners of his body that became his own private universe. Travelling at the speed of light and as slow as time can get, warping into something different, something he couldn’t put his finger on even if he tried. Brent tried so hard to answer back, telling his friend that he wasn’t hungry but his body was so focused on the high he couldn’t manage a damn thing. Breathing was the only thing on his mind and that’s all that mattered at this very moment. He had to remember how to breathe.
By the time he managed to shake his head no, Delsin had already started reaching for his phone, presumably to call the pizza place or Fetch. It didn’t matter, either one of them would bring them food and both of them would take their money from them with a cute grin on their face and a chuckle because that’s just exactly how his sibling was. It ran in the family.
"Dude, yeah.” The words took so long to get out of his mouth he almost completely forgot what they meant. The hot flash. “That’ll pass man. You just gotta let it…” If you give it enough time to do it’s thing… yeah… What was he talking about again? The confusion began to cloud his mind like a debilitating fog along with a growing feeling that what he just did was probably the best thing he’s done in a long while.
The last thing he deserved was to feel good, but here he was sitting on a couch and not regretting every single life decision he made since he first got hooked. Running away was the best decision ever when he was like this, who needed a home when the warmth of your own body would suffice. No more worrying about feeling like you’re freezing, there’s a roof over his head funded by breaking the law and the man he sat next to along with every other low life in this fucking hell hole of a city.
Brent was a god among the addicts, god made man in his own image right? A junkie to lead the rest. Straight into hell, stumbling down into the depths where they belong.
Feel like a king. Reign as a king.
Perfect.
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“Like I heard that,” he sputters, “I’m not even fully awake yet dude.”
And he only smiles when Brent takes a bottle and Delsin follows him out, keeping on his heels as he passes Reggie without a single word to his older brother. When they’re out the door, Delsin almost sobs in happiness when Brent tosses him the box of cigarettes; he takes one out and uses the lighter in his pocket to light it before passing both it and box back to the older man.
“Sounds good to me,” he says, taking a drag from the cigarette and letting it curl in his throat before exhaling, “Hey man remind me to text your sister when we get to the library. I think she might be pissed with me. Or, something.” He taps the cigarette, watching the as flutter away from the tip, “and fuck school, we get there when we get there man.”
“She is pissed, I almost forgot to tell you.” He informed him taking a drag, “She said something but I wasn’t really listening, you know how she gets.” If anybody knew it was Delsin, ever since those two have been having a thing Fetch went from complaining to Brent about everything to complaining to her boyfriend instead. He kind of missed the fact that she would talk his ear off 24/7 but sometimes a little bit of rest from the endless chatter was refreshing. It wasn’t like she completely stopped talking to him, so it was all good.
“I think she said something like you better start hanging out with her more than you hang out with me, but we’re like bros, right?” He got the same speech from his girlfriend as well, but you couldn’t just expect them to stop doing their thing. Besides they just started playing mass effect together and who knew how long that would take them, they spent 30 minutes arguing about who they were going to romance a couple days back.
How to bond with RP friends:
1. Emotionally wreck them with your writing.
2. Wait nervously for them to one-up your writing and wreck you in return.
3. Repeat.
Brent: headcanon that delsin and brent play mass effect together or something
Brent: and even though they're horrible people
Brent: they're good in mass effect because they don't want to hurt fictional people's feelings
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sickeyes:
“Oh my god,” Delsin groans and fans a hand over his chest, “Shit, you scared me dude.”
But he smiles soon after, “I’m good. I’m ready,” he slings his backpack over his shoulders “Can get get before Betty wakes up? I am not in the mood to deal with that.” He motions to the front room, “Man I can deal with Reg…but Betty.”
He shakes his head, “I got water though. I’m prepared for today.” Nodding towards the door, he rolled his shoulders in a shrug, “I’m ready to go when you are.” Delsin grins at him, hair hanging a bit in his eyes. Ah, shit. He had to text Fetch good morning after a smoke with the older man, or else she’d probably get pissy with him. He’s forgotten for the past few mornings, and he could tell she had been getting a little…huffy with him.
“Man, you get scared for the dumbest reasons. It’s not like I was banging on your door a minute ago.” Brent chuckled, Delsin still looked like he was half asleep but then again they did happen to have a very late night and a very early morning. He nodded as he grabbed a water bottle from the other and headed out, taking out the pack and tossing it back to his best friend after pulling a smoke out for himself.
“We doing this behind the library like usual right?” It was close by the school and literally nobody ever came down that way at this time of the morning. “We can hit it a few times and shit and head to school. We’ll only be a little late.” At this point Brent didn’t even know what time school started, he just showed up whenever he showed up and that was that.
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Delsin hums thoughtfully, “Mm sounds good.” He shoulders the phone as he pulls a pair of pants on, and hell, they haven’t been washed in a few days but that’s okay. They’re still clean, they don’t smell awful or anything. “Sucks shit for that kid,” he laughs, “And na- Oh….okay. I’ll see you - ” But Brent hangs up before he can say much else so, it’s not like he can exactly refuse. Oh, Reggie was going to have a cow.
He pulls a tanktop on. a shirt. and his necklace, tucking it under his shirt. He brushes his teeth and runs a brush through his hair (before pulling on his beanie) and cracks his neck, grabbing the black jacket hanging from the edge of his bed and slipping it on. Delsin grabs his bookbag before slipping out of his bedroom door and heading downstairs, stopping by the fridge to grab the couple of water bottles. No sign of Reggie or Betty in the kitchen, thank god.
Brent leaned against the wall right next to the door, making sure to put out his Newport and toss it anywhere that wasn’t the front porch, he was pretty sure if Reggie saw it he’d get pretty pissed and complain or something like that. Brent was old enough to buy them, it’s just Delsin wasn’t and then the whole being a bad influence would come up. It was like beating a dead horse and if Brent could skip that whole show entirely, why not?
Shaking the hood off of his head he knocks on the door, waiting somebody to answer the door, “It’s me.” He says as he knocks again, a little louder this time. Lo and behold. The older brother of the other half of dicksquad answered the door, opening it and sighing before leaving. “Good morning to you to Reggie.” He say as he walked away blatantly ignoring every word that came out of Brent’s mouth. As long as he didn’t try to talk some sense into the other.
“Yo, D. What’s good?” He asked walking into the kitchen, “You ready for this shit or what?”
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sickeyes:
A groan rips from the depths of him, the smooth lyrics of Tim Wilson pulling him from sleep. Something about booties and Delsin snorts to himself as he blindly feels around in his covers to shut the damn song up. “Yea man?” he answers with a grumble, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Dude what the fuck time is it…”
His vision is still foggy and he’s probably still somewhat drunk but he’s got spirit water waiting for him in the fridge so school is going to be great today, despite having to actually go. Delsin pushes himself up and lets out a loud yawn, his ears popping from the force. He’s craving a cigarette and he can’t have one until he leaves the house so that’ll happen soon. And he’ll hear Reggie’s bitching on the way out, and Betty’s questions but that’s okay. It’s all good.
“I’ve got bud and it’s got our damn names on it.” Brent updates him on the score he managed on some guy that was trying to get rid of his stash because he was in some kind of trouble with the cops, “The weirdest shit happened while I was walking home, man. You wouldn’t believe it. I don’t even believe it. Need me to meet you at your house?” There wasn’t any point in asking, he was headed there already and it didn’t matter if Reggie hated him or not. It made things a little awkward sometimes since the two were normally polar opposites but hey, shit happens. Not everybody in the world is going to like each other.
“Speaking of, I’m almost there.” He hung up the phone as an elderly lady squinted at him and he waved, Oh shit it was Auntie Ren. Pulling his hood up as a response to her presence he walked faster to get out of her sight, who knew what bullshit she’d start spewing this time. Last time she saw Brent with a cigarette she told the ENTIRE town that he was smoking heroin in the park. I mean, who the hell even does that?
