"i don't like asking you for help, but i don't have a choice." - Alastor
Lucifer couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face , snake eyes narrowing with amusement, “.. so you came to Hell’s head honcho then huh? A great choice even if you didn’t have one~ “ he chuckled .
Mike wakes up sobbing, and they are not his tears. They've been here before, though, a thousand times and more. He reaches to the bedside table, feeling around for the drawer, and the tub within.
Only once it is in hand does he roll over, lazily nudging his face into the back of Pac's neck.
He earns a gasp, and a shudder, but also Pac uncurling just enough to be handed the cream.
Pac holds it in shaking hands, Mike follows the spikes of pain from their bond as he slathers some onto his fingers, then sleepily massages it into aching wounds - amputation scars, knife scars, the barely healed cut on his stomach...
As he works the sobbing quietens - for him, and for Pac.
They fall back asleep with the pot still open, wounds soothed, and wake in the morning to it spilt on the bed. Every time they promise to put it back next time.
Every time they forget.
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Pac wakes up sobbing, and they are not his tears. They've been here before, but not as often as people seem to think. He rolls over with a lazy arm, flopping it over Mike's side.
Only once he is certain he is not making things worse, Pac pulls Mike against him, and presses his face into Mike's hair.
He gains an extra sob, louder than the rest, before Mike turns in the bed and buries himself into Pac's chest.
Mike shudders with the cold, scrabbling along their bond in a desperate attempt for comfort. Pac pulls him closer in body and in mind, cradling him and whispering to him and trying to warm him up in every way he knows how.
Soon enough their tears begin to dry - still they cling to each other, and hold on.
They don't go back to sleep, not on nights like this, not when to let reality drift is to be alone once again. Every second they spend promising they're together, they're safe, it's okay.
“The mustache is gone. But its spirit is here, the mustache is part of all of you, you know what I mean? It’s inside all of us…. maybe, maybe, maybe.. phrasing could’ve been better” - Chris Evans on Capital FM 😂😂
[Thanks to @jhaernyl whom I can always count on sharing any picture that makes you think, "huh ... Yeah Law needs to make out with that dude."]
I'm aware of what this scene is, but I am in love with Zoro's facial expression (and his dedication to even buying a shirt that looks like it is somehow three sword style?) so very much. Not just because then lovely exposed throat, earrings that make me want to tug them *just to see what happens* or because of my god look at that puppy dog expression. I'm aware he could rip out my throat, I still want to pet him.
I can't tell if he's confused or he's thinking, "Wonder how many times I could cut it up before it's no longer sliceable?"
Like Nami's expression says they're staring at something horrifying.
Zoro's says "Huh, so that's what a shichibukai looks like."