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solarbaby614) wrote2012-07-03 11:12 pm
solarbaby614) wrote2012-07-03 11:12 pm
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30 Days of Writing: Day 3
Day three of the 30 Days of Writing Meme. Some Pete/Patrick in MCR's Killjoy universe.
restless; pete/patrick; killjoy'verse
It takes Patrick less than ten minutes to find Pete after he’s wondered off. The building isn’t that large and while it’s full of its own nooks and crannies whenever Pete gets restless he can’t stand confined spaces.
The sun is low in the sky and the oppressing heat from the day has died down enough that Patrick can climb the sturdy metal trellis up to the roof with ease. It’s nice, actually, not having to climb a pile of crates or try to scale up a busted AC to get up there. He’d miss it when they left.
Pete’s pacing when he gets up there, moving from one end of the building to the other, looking out to desert, trying to find something, Patrick’s not sure what. “Kid’s on the horn,” Patrick tells him, “he’s asking for you.”
There’s a momentary pause before he shakes his head, but he stops, sitting down on the ledge. Patrick joins him a moment later, and Pete presses in close, resting his forehead on his shoulder.
He’s practically vibrating, restless, the same way he always is when he’s stayed somewhere too long. It’s what makes him, them, good at what they do, Patrick supposes. Always got to keep running.
Patrick wraps an arm around his waist and feels Pete let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into his side. They’ll be gone within a few days but for now, this will do.
restless; pete/patrick; killjoy'verse
It takes Patrick less than ten minutes to find Pete after he’s wondered off. The building isn’t that large and while it’s full of its own nooks and crannies whenever Pete gets restless he can’t stand confined spaces.
The sun is low in the sky and the oppressing heat from the day has died down enough that Patrick can climb the sturdy metal trellis up to the roof with ease. It’s nice, actually, not having to climb a pile of crates or try to scale up a busted AC to get up there. He’d miss it when they left.
Pete’s pacing when he gets up there, moving from one end of the building to the other, looking out to desert, trying to find something, Patrick’s not sure what. “Kid’s on the horn,” Patrick tells him, “he’s asking for you.”
There’s a momentary pause before he shakes his head, but he stops, sitting down on the ledge. Patrick joins him a moment later, and Pete presses in close, resting his forehead on his shoulder.
He’s practically vibrating, restless, the same way he always is when he’s stayed somewhere too long. It’s what makes him, them, good at what they do, Patrick supposes. Always got to keep running.
Patrick wraps an arm around his waist and feels Pete let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into his side. They’ll be gone within a few days but for now, this will do.