bakerstreet | Kissing Scars

The Kissing Scars Meme

Despite the romanticism surrounding the emotion, it can be difficult to be loved completely — not just the beautiful parts of us, but also the sad parts, the injured parts, the hidden and less-than-pleasant parts. There are marks on us, both physical and mental, that we'd often rather forget. The mental ones can just be easier to hide. As for physical scars, they can be off of our minds some of the time, but that's exceedingly hard to do in more intimate, close moments.

Whether it's to your dismay or otherwise, your partner is not looking away and ignoring your scars. To the contrary, they're providing attention in a way most heavily associated with tenderness: kissing. It may be an accidental slip off target, or they may be trying to show you that what you've done and who you've been don't matter to them now.

Does the gesture touch you? Make the walls come up once again because of the memories that are dredged from somewhere you'd rather no go? A mixture of both?

The wound has long closed, yet the pains remain; these days, however, there's someone who may be willing to help you bear it.

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That you're not gonna rip my throat out? Might be nice.

[Jack barely manages to get that out before Gabriel's mouth is on his, and he tastes blood--his own, probably, but he wouldn't at all be surprised if that metallic tang accompanied the apparent decay and regeneration that seems to plague him. It's not as unpleasant as he expected it to be, but he reminds himself that this isn't Gabriel, no matter what he looks or feels like.

Even if he doesn't look or feel much like Gabriel. Jack supposes he's just reaching out to grasp at anything he can, like there's still something to hold on to.

He hisses, his tolerance for pain not enough to keep him from wincing as Reaper scrapes his teeth over the new wound, but he doesn't exactly fight back.]

[ Gabriel never would've imagined the idea of Jack not fighting back to be this satisfying. He can think of other things that were more satisfying than this, but this is surprisingly good...for the lack of a better word. It's not nice— he can still feel that urge to do just that, rip his throat out, but the idea of Jack being on edge the whole time while Gabriel did the exact opposite? It's kinda funny.

Maybe there's a hint of desperation, too. Not that he'd ever admit it. The way he clings to the jacket, trying to pretend its his usual methods of rough man-handling, how his mouth hungers to taste more of the freshly sliced flesh... it all does seem like a last-minute attempt to hold onto what he used to remember.

He draws back, breathing out slowly through his nose. It's brief, but there's a flicker of something tired and almost remorseful behind his eyes. He knew this was going to back-fire on him somehow, but maybe he really couldn't help himself. ]

Still looks intact.

For now.

[He growls it to let Reyes know he's not sure that minds won't be changed over the course of...whatever this is. Jack is still trying to figure it out himself, a tall order when he's expecting to be murdered any second now. When Reaper pulls away, Jack find it hard to loosen his own grip, lips parted as if expecting more. Wanting it, maybe.]

What do you want from me?

[Of course, it's possible that Reaper is just toying with him, like a cat playing with its prey, but he sees that look in his eyes. There's something deeper here, and Jack wants to pry it open so he can take it.

Possibly before Reyes does it for himself.]

[ Perhaps they both just like to tempt fate, being this close, getting this involved. Whatever this is, indeed. The way Jack stands there almost compliant, but still rigid from the paranoia of possibly getting murdered is pretty damn tempting. Partially toying with him, and partially unable to put things into words.

When Jack asks, his lips briefly crack into a grin. Part of him feels like how he used to, almost human, as he stands here and contemplates answering him truthfully. ]

Doesn't matter, Jack.

[ It's half-truth. Besides, they both already know Gabriel is still dead-set on killing him if he continues to get in his way. His disintegrating cheek brushes against Jack's, leaning closer towards his ear. It's easier to avoid eye contact this way, anyway. ]

When borrowed time runs out, you'll know what I want.

[ And of course being cryptic as fuck. Always fun. But they're both no strangers to being tired, of this, of everything. Simply doing what they do best because that's all they can do. ]

I ran out of time a while ago, Reyes.

[They’ve both more than overstayed their welcome, and he’s certain that Reaper knows that. Just two old dogs, chasing cars, not knowing what they’re going to do when they finally catch them. Telling themselves anything else is just lying, at this point.

He hates that he does it, but he closes his eyes when Reyes gets close, like he's trying to reclaim something they lost a very long time ago. But Reyes is cold now, and his face is rough where it keeps falling apart and rebuilding itself, a stark reminder that things are different now.

Wanting something doesn't make it real, and he resists the urge to turn his head ever-so-slightly to kiss him.]

You did, too.

And yet... here we are.

[ Still going, still moving on, continuing to cheat death over and over with each step they take. Once they reach their limits though, that's when their time will truly be out and when it does, Reaper will take Jack with him. He'll drag him down to hell with him, where he feels they both belong.

When Jack doesn't react to the touch, his lip quirks dryly on one side. More of his face begins to disintegrate, wisps of smoke becoming more dense and animated while bits and pieces of his face begin to disappear. In stark contrast to the gentle feeling of smoke brushing against his skin, tracing along the large scars across his nose and lapping against the fresh cut on his lip, his claws come up to grasp Jack by the chin.

He always had such a thing for dramatics. ]

One more for the road.

[ Whether things are different or not, Gabriel doesn't care. If it unsettles Jack, churns his gut into a sickening feeling of dread or whatever else he feels, even better. Ghosting his mouth over the corner of Jack's mouth, he kisses him. Cool, twisted skin presses hard against tender, scarred skin, the contrast of it addictive as scratching a particularly nasty itch. ]

Here we are.

[Jack trails off, his body automatically responding to Gabriel's closeness, leaning in despite the fact that he knows he shouldn't. He supposes he's never had a choice, when it comes to Reyes, even if he knows this isn't really him. His face starts to dissolve and Jack brings his hands to it, like he can stop Reaper from melting away. He doesn't want one for the road.]

Don't--

[Jack knows he's just inviting Gabriel to murder him, but he can't kiss him that way and expect him to just let it go.]

Stay.

[ For now, Gabriel's face is solid beneath his hands. The waves of longing for what once was is strong, he can almost feel it effecting him. When Jack tells him to stay, he almost snarls. Whether it's at himself or the very notion of Jack trying to make this more than what it really is, he can't say.

All he knows is, he's still standing there. Like a fucking idiot, he's still entertaining the idea, but he quickly snaps himself out of it with a twitch of his head. Smoke unfurls rapidly, his face darkening gradually, looking akin to someone bowing their head in shame or regret. This was such a mistake, and yet, strangely satisfying. ]

Can't, Jack.

[ He dissipates completely, the thick black cloud curling around Jack's front, as if Gabriel was walking right through him while clinging to his shoulders and arms. Standing a good couple of feet from him where his broken mask had fallen, he keeps his back to him. ]

Next time, it won't be so pleasant.

[He wants to argue that of course he can--he can do whatever he likes, and it's his own cowardice that has him turning to smoke and extricating himself from the situation in a way that Jack can't. Reaper phases through him and he's left viscerally chilled, a feeling that leaves him uncomfortably empty.

Filling the space with anger, however, is easier. Easier than thinking about how dangerous this way, about how the both of them almost succumbed to the echoes of the people they used to be. Maybe it's better for them both to leave, get back to business and pretend it never happened. He's all at once ashamed he asked Reaper to stay.]

I'll kill you next time.

[Jack says that more to convince himself than anyone else. He doesn't move from his spot, daring Reaper to be the first to go.]

[ They can play this game for a little while before Reaper succumbs. He didn't fight losing battles, at least not battles he knows he'll lose from the get-go. It's always such a toss-up with Jack, but he can't ignore him either. He always has to pick a fight.

Maybe he is a coward, unable to continue his mission should he be saddled with such memories and feelings. But like hell he'll admit that, even to himself. As for Jack killing him, well... maybe it won't be the next time they meet, but he's still banking on it. Hoping for it, even.
]

Not unless I kill you first.

[ And with that promise, he dares to go first. ]

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