Shed Your Skin / Begin Again

[tastesofhoney]

::Schu's eyes look a bit dazed, and he has a gauze pad taped to the side of his neck.::

Farfarello returned. My Farfarello. Or kind of not really my Farfarello, never has been.

I should watch what I wish for.

He tracked us down. Turns out he'd been living in some backwoods area of northern Ireland and had a five-year-old son who'd gotten run over and killed by a hit-and-run driver about two weeks ago. Farf tracked the man down and killed him slowly, painfully... and rather stupidly, because he had to run from the cops over it. Getting too emotional about a hit can do that, especially when you don't have teammates watching your back. His kind-of wife Sally blew up about the whole thing, they fought, and he killed her in his rage. Once his berserk cleared, he freaked the hell out.

After years of not bothering to send so much as a word to us, he showed up at our flat looking for us to fix things for him. Brad was trying to set up a pay system for disappearing the little indiscretion with the police near Sligo, probably involving Farf doing some jobs for us. Me, I fumed... then was assigned hospitality hostess duty to our splintered and staticky bundle of rage and grief.

Sally had let him kill a little now and then but prior to the past two weeks he hadn't wallowed in mass bloody murder for quite some time. I found a slum area in London and let him go, watching his back and doing some cleanup all the while. All part of the walking-the-Farf duties I used to have. He invited me to join in with him as I sometimes did before but I refused and held my mind and self back. No way I intended to get drawn into him while he was like this or while I was angry at him.

Eventually he realized that and asked what the fuck was wrong with me. I actually went Animal Kingdom on his ass and said something about how he had been a wolf but then found a dog bitch and abandoned his pack to try to be domesticated, but when that utterly failed he came back to us to clean up his mess. More amused than annoyed, he asked me what I was, and I said I was a coyote.

He'd said that Schwarz's members had always used each other, so why should that change now? I could just vaguely hear his mind wondering whether he should rejoin us or go his own way.

He actually thought he'd share my bed, the arrogant fucker. He'd never spent the entire night in my bed before, and he sure as hell wasn't now. I told him he could sleep on the living room couch and be thankful I didn't put a rope around his neck and tie him to a post in the yard.

I woke up pressed against his morning wood, with one of his hands down the front of my silk pajama bottoms toying with me and the other under my Henley over my stomach, toying with my navel piercing. (cursed_bird, I knew the difference immediately.) I yelled, and he claimed that when he opened the door to my bedroom last night I told him to get in bed with me, as if anything I say while at least half-asleep means anything. (I read that he actually had missed me over the years.) He bit the side of my neck and said that I always liked it eventually. I told him that I may be a slut and like the stimulation, but there's no damned way I'm going to be his rebound fuck and plush toy. I refused to be used like that, and there was no way I wanted to be this close to his mind when he's even more of a mess than he used to be.

Brad came in with his gun drawn to break up our throwdown before we got to inflict more than a few bruises on each other and told me to get out for a while. I hope he schools Farf's ass.

I don't know what I hope.

Comments

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

::too furious to trust Radio Schwarz::

Don't hope. Not for him. Either rebreak him to the leash or put him down.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Brad's pondering those two possibilities himself. Farf could be useful, but Brad was in a rage about the mindgames he's playing on me.

I'm tired of only getting a version of what I want that kicks me in the teeth.

::Schu still looks a bit off, having spent a night embraced by insane grief and rage.::

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

::gently:: Perhaps that is the nature of the things ye want, love.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

That I want the impossible or that I want things that hurt me? The first sounds better than the second, and it's more consistent with my character.

::pouts in a way that isn't as playful as his usual::

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

That the things ye want have sharper edges than ye remember. ::small smile:: And ye always want the impossible, love. It makes pampering ye rather difficult.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Things and people change. Brad may consider me chaos incarnate, but even I get nostalgic sometimes for the idealized memory of what was.

And don't I deserve the impossible? ::smile:: A lot of times I'm pretty simple to pamper.

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

::his gaze flicks to the bandage on your neck - Idealized? Ye fortunate... I recall too clearly what I was.::

::smiles:: Ye deserve whatever ye can grasp and then some, and I'll never tire of offering ye prezzies to grasp.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

The threat of violence was always part of the fun. We left our marks on each other. I guess being semi-married for a while softened him up a little bit.

Thanks. ::smile:: It's always good to hear that someone out there knows how to treat a Schu.

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

There is an art to the handling of a Schu, and I was and am an enthusiast. ::thoughts of italy and spending outrageous sums on gaudy clothes turn to thoughts of destroying some of the finer local hotels, and his eye is again drawn to the bandage on your neck. it's not the same as the bruises crawford left, but it's enough to kill the mood, and render farf near-silent and furious.::

Love. If ye don't opt to put him down, then I'd appreciate a chance to speak with him. ::I only ask ye so ye don't mistake my intent. I'd gladly kill him, but I'll settle for a talk.::

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

I have no complaints about the ways you handle me. ::Mmmm, Italy and new and colorful plumage. There's not much Schu can do for your fury.::

Putting him down or not isn't fully my decision alone to make.

I'll ask him. I'd have to let him know some of the background first though, because if I dropped him in here cold he'd go around trying to kill anything that moved and that would get messy for him and anyone he encountered.

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

Fully your decision, no, but if ye want him dead, he'll die, and if ye wish him to live, he will. ::I'll speak with him wherever, Schuldig, but it may be important that I do so. The witch is here.::

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

...I don't want him dead unless he pulls shit.

::...that's important. I'll get him here. Farf, he's had years to refine his electrical abilities and what telepathy he has. Be careful.::

::You want me around for this conversation? I get the feeling that having me nearby would make it tenser than it has to be.::

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

::No, love. Just he and I.::

[killwithmymind.livejournal.com]

Nagi's reaction to this is rather... complicated. That means his expression is more closed off than he usually is with Schu. "How badly did you get hurt?"

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

I have the bite on my neck and some bruises. Brad busted in before Farf and I really threw down. I'm more annoyed that he assumed I was his designated comfort fucktoy. I'm annoyed about him coming back just to use us in general.

[killwithmymind.livejournal.com]

Anger is starting to win out throught he muddle in Nagi's head, since he doesn't seem to need to worry. "What does he want to use you for?"

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

He got used to having a bedpartner and steady sex from his witchy kind-of wife, and he misses that since he killed her. We were teammates with benefits back in the day, and I'm a famed slut, so he figured he could install himself in my bed and fuck with me to take the edge off. Bastard never thought for a second I'd say no or that it would be a lasting no. If I didn't immediately go for it, he'd just touch and lust at me until I got dragged in.

[killwithmymind.livejournal.com]

Nagi really wants to kill it all better now, except that Farf, even a jerky one like that, is still Schwarz. Still his Shuru-chan's Schwarz.

"That's what he wants you for. What does he want Schwarz for?"

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

He wants Brad to get the police attention off him. He's not sure whether he wants to come back as a member of Schwarz, but he's lonely and looking for structure so he might. Or he might not.

If Brad's really pissed off about what he found happening when he busted in, the choice might not be Farf's to make. ::smile::

[killwithmymind.livejournal.com]

"Would he really kill Farf over just that? It doesn't seem very.... I mean," Nagi waves his hand in annoyance. "Would he let possessiveness win out over the possiblity of a more effiecent team?"

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Naggins, I didn't say anything about Brad killing him. Brad will probably determined whether Farf can be broken down and re-leashed into a useful tool. If he can't be sure that Farf will back us up properly in a fight situation, Farf is hardly a good and efficient part of the team. Hell, he ran out on us to go off with Sally.

[killwithmymind.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Nagi's two ways of dealing with things are killing and sex. Killing doesn't seem to be an option, and sex doesn't seem right for this. Plan C.... Distraction?

"So when do I get driving lessons?"

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Uhm, I really don't want to die this young? Kidding! Soon, kid. We just need a good time to do it. We'd also have to do it somewhere that's not London, because I wouldn't want to inflict London streets on a beginner.

[killwithmymind.livejournal.com]

"Not London is fine. Are you sure this isn't a good time?" Nagi isn't sure he's got a plan D.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

London is not fine. Trust me. ::smile:: Nagi, I'm fine.