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[Chuck honestly didn't even know for the longest time that Raleigh was still struggling with what happened off Anchorage. Because he never asked and he never took the time to think outside of his own problems to think that Raleigh was still suffering from his, that he had his own baggage to lug around and it wasn't all about Chuck (even though it should be because he's awesome) and his issues.
They're different in that Raleigh draws into himself when he's hurting and
Chuck lashes out and takes down everything within a certain radius of him.
Which is why he brushes Raleigh's hand away from his face as he sits up, needing space or air or something because is it hot in here? Or is that just him? No it's the fire and the blankets and the fact that Raleigh's like a fucking oven and Chuck is a purebred Australian but sometimes a man needs some cool air. Space to breathe.]
I'm fucking fine.
They're different in that Raleigh draws into himself when he's hurting and
Chuck lashes out and takes down everything within a certain radius of him.
Which is why he brushes Raleigh's hand away from his face as he sits up, needing space or air or something because is it hot in here? Or is that just him? No it's the fire and the blankets and the fact that Raleigh's like a fucking oven and Chuck is a purebred Australian but sometimes a man needs some cool air. Space to breathe.]
I'm fucking fine.
[ Don't kill the mood, Hansen; it was going quite well, too. Although to be honest Raleigh hadn't actually thought that far -- had pretty much assumed that she'd take charge, keep her clothes on, and he doesn't ask questions. It's the reminder of her loss that she's only just come to terms with, but Chuck doesn't need to know that.
The guy probably wouldn't understand -- and she's not up for a rehash of how she and her brother were what got the Jaeger Project canceled. She watches him tense, and oh, how she understands. They carry the weight of the war with them, and it doesn't go away just because it's all over. ] Let's play a game where you put that mouth to better use.
[ it doesn't take her long to push him back onto her bed, her lips finding the scar at his collarbone, tongue lapping delicately over the sensitive scar tissue. How's that for a distraction? ]
The guy probably wouldn't understand -- and she's not up for a rehash of how she and her brother were what got the Jaeger Project canceled. She watches him tense, and oh, how she understands. They carry the weight of the war with them, and it doesn't go away just because it's all over. ] Let's play a game where you put that mouth to better use.
[ it doesn't take her long to push him back onto her bed, her lips finding the scar at his collarbone, tongue lapping delicately over the sensitive scar tissue. How's that for a distraction? ]
[You have got to be the stupidest fucking person on the entire planet, Raleigh Becket.
Chuck stares at him through the window for the longest time because what are you doing in his tree when there's a perfectly good front door and his dad isn't home for the record but even if he was, it's not like Chuck would give an actual fuck about waking him up.
Though, better question, why are you here at all Raleigh, do you know what time it is?
He gets up after a moment and does open the window but blocks it pretty well to keep Raleigh from muscling his way inside.]
This isn't a drive thru you fucking idiot.
Chuck stares at him through the window for the longest time because what are you doing in his tree when there's a perfectly good front door and his dad isn't home for the record but even if he was, it's not like Chuck would give an actual fuck about waking him up.
Though, better question, why are you here at all Raleigh, do you know what time it is?
He gets up after a moment and does open the window but blocks it pretty well to keep Raleigh from muscling his way inside.]
This isn't a drive thru you fucking idiot.
[Sorry he's still in that place where sometimes he actually gives a shit about what Raleigh has to say but if you want him to stop that, then by all means mate, he will.
Chuck makes a borderline disgruntled noise with how they've turned out but does absolutely nothing to free himself.]
Why the fuck can't you ever sleep with a shirt on?
Chuck makes a borderline disgruntled noise with how they've turned out but does absolutely nothing to free himself.]
Why the fuck can't you ever sleep with a shirt on?
[ If it were ever possible for Raleigh to tuck his vagina back in and talk about anything other than his enormous feelings, he... still wouldn't, so that arrangement works okay for him.
Raleigh tilts his head, false concern emanating from him in waves. ] I'm sorry, does my nudity bother you? Should I put a shirt on? Hang on -
[ He pats around for his shirt, despite it lying crumpled like two feet away from his head. ]
Raleigh tilts his head, false concern emanating from him in waves. ] I'm sorry, does my nudity bother you? Should I put a shirt on? Hang on -
[ He pats around for his shirt, despite it lying crumpled like two feet away from his head. ]
[ Charge your phone sometime, Hansen, and maybe he'll be updated.
Raleigh makes a move to climb inside as soon as Chuck opens the window, but then he's blocked again by Chuck's bulk, so Raleigh rocks back on his heels, scowling. He can see the roof of Chuck's house from here, but not the ground -- which is a little worrying, because he doesn't know how climb back down. ]
Shove over and let me in. It's cold. [ Raleigh pauses. He visibly brightens. ] Not gonna leave me hanging, are you?
Raleigh makes a move to climb inside as soon as Chuck opens the window, but then he's blocked again by Chuck's bulk, so Raleigh rocks back on his heels, scowling. He can see the roof of Chuck's house from here, but not the ground -- which is a little worrying, because he doesn't know how climb back down. ]
Shove over and let me in. It's cold. [ Raleigh pauses. He visibly brightens. ] Not gonna leave me hanging, are you?
[Chuck reaches out and grabs his arm by the wrist and holds it the fuck down because don't you dare. Don't put it back on, he's just asking a question. He's not complaining, he's just wondering how the fuck someone who lives in a snow filled hell hole seems to be allergic to shirts.
Raleigh's lucky he's got nice abs or people would hate him.]
Better question, why are you always a shit?
Raleigh's lucky he's got nice abs or people would hate him.]
Better question, why are you always a shit?
[Oh. That's nice. It almost even succeeds in distracting him from the fact that she's refusing to take her shirt off and he's not an idiot, Becket. He knows exactly what your game is trying to do and what the fuck.
Seriously, what the fuck, why is she being like this? This isn't a one way street and he's not a sex doll.]
Becket--[Chuck growls at her, twisting them so he's back on top.] What the hell?
Seriously, what the fuck, why is she being like this? This isn't a one way street and he's not a sex doll.]
Becket--[Chuck growls at her, twisting them so he's back on top.] What the hell?
[The one time that Chuck finally brings Raleigh back to Australia, that he actually convinces him to leave his precious fucking snow and it's pouring rain. For days. Sydney is usually sunny and bright and Chuck barely remembers the time when the beaches were white and there were surf bums all over and Saturday mornings were for going into the city and going to the street market at the Rocks, and getting salt water taffy with his mum.
Sydney's recovering, rebuilding but it's not the same was it was when he was a kid and so showing Raleigh around doesn't really work out and Raleigh acts like he's melting so they spend more time in the hotel than anything else. Curled up around each other and Chuck is somehow little spoon right now and how the fuck that happened, he has no idea but he-- might be seeing the merit to why Raleigh likes it so much.]
Sydney's recovering, rebuilding but it's not the same was it was when he was a kid and so showing Raleigh around doesn't really work out and Raleigh acts like he's melting so they spend more time in the hotel than anything else. Curled up around each other and Chuck is somehow little spoon right now and how the fuck that happened, he has no idea but he-- might be seeing the merit to why Raleigh likes it so much.]
[ Raleigh laughs, flexing his hand in Chuck's grip. It's because Raleigh's like, a super mutant, and Chuck's constitution is delicate and weak. ]
Even better question: why aren't you taking your shirt off? [ With his other hand, Raleigh tugs on the hem of Chuck's tee. ] C'mon, join the party.
Even better question: why aren't you taking your shirt off? [ With his other hand, Raleigh tugs on the hem of Chuck's tee. ] C'mon, join the party.
[ You were awake anyway, asshole, and don't make him climb the damn tree again. Belatedly, Raleigh's starting to feel pretty stupid for doing this.
Raleigh's smile dims, but he's valiantly clinging onto his dignity, so he reaches over the gap of air with the intent to push at Chuck's shoulder. Rethinking that, he aborts, quickly grabbing at the branch again. ] I couldn't sleep.
Raleigh's smile dims, but he's valiantly clinging onto his dignity, so he reaches over the gap of air with the intent to push at Chuck's shoulder. Rethinking that, he aborts, quickly grabbing at the branch again. ] I couldn't sleep.
Edited 2013-11-19 03:43 (UTC)
[ He's been country hopping long enough that fluctuations in temperature aren't usually a problem for Raleigh, but when they touch down in Sydney, it's hot and raining, which translates into an oppressive cloud of humidity that settles over the entire city. Sydney's still in the process of being rebuilt, but a surprising amount of progress has been made, so there's enough to do in the city even if Raleigh will periodically refuse to leave their air-conditioned hotel room.
Like today. They're curved around each other over the covers, legs slotted together; it's too hot for Raleigh to be the little spoon, but he likes how Chuck is a long line of heat at his front, and how everywhere where Chuck isn't touching him feels cool in comparison.
The air-conditioning rattles into life and starts a new cycle, blowing haltingly. Raleigh sighs through his nose, tucking his face into the back of Chuck's neck. With his thumb, Raleigh rubs circles into he soft inner skin of Chuck's wrist. ] We should order something.
Like today. They're curved around each other over the covers, legs slotted together; it's too hot for Raleigh to be the little spoon, but he likes how Chuck is a long line of heat at his front, and how everywhere where Chuck isn't touching him feels cool in comparison.
The air-conditioning rattles into life and starts a new cycle, blowing haltingly. Raleigh sighs through his nose, tucking his face into the back of Chuck's neck. With his thumb, Raleigh rubs circles into he soft inner skin of Chuck's wrist. ] We should order something.
[There is a short time during their Academy years when Mako thinks Chuck might just be her best friend, if not the only friend she's got. As with most relations in her life, this one too proves to be a disappointing bitter pill to swallow, when Chuck is recruited to pilot Striker and Mako is refused her application time and again by the Marshal.
There is a long period of time when she doesn't care what Chuck does, doesn't follow news of the Hansens regularly, doesn't study their Jaeger to see if it needs improvements, doesn't think of him everytime there's news of an attack, does not sometimes pause in her own work in Gipsy Danger and thinks this isn't how she wanted to be in a Jaeger, and the company is all wrong too. She doesn't do all that, because it doesn't influence the outcome of this world, it only interferes. Orders are orders, and she does respect the Marshal's orders enough to obey them, albeit continuously submitting her application as the future co-pilot.
Then, Chuck and Herc are brought into the Shatterdome, and Mako really doesn't care. He's a big shot now, looks at her like she's a pencil pusher or the person in charge of changing oil, and she doesn't want to see that. Doesn't want to see his face, if that's all there is now, if this is all there will ever be of any human contact she ever gets.
Hearing Pentecost's refusal for the nth time has really set her on the edge now, moreso when she knows that he's on his way to get the surviving Becket. She has many doubts about him, but more than just that she has more doubts about herself. Will she get the guts to finally demand to be given a chance with spoken words, rather than on paper? She know Gipsy Danger better than anyone ever would, and 51 out of 51 kills is a fucking record, virtual simulations or not.
Needless to say, when Chuck catches her in the dinner line, her mood is not the most diplomatic.]
If you have nothing good to say, don't talk.
There is a long period of time when she doesn't care what Chuck does, doesn't follow news of the Hansens regularly, doesn't study their Jaeger to see if it needs improvements, doesn't think of him everytime there's news of an attack, does not sometimes pause in her own work in Gipsy Danger and thinks this isn't how she wanted to be in a Jaeger, and the company is all wrong too. She doesn't do all that, because it doesn't influence the outcome of this world, it only interferes. Orders are orders, and she does respect the Marshal's orders enough to obey them, albeit continuously submitting her application as the future co-pilot.
Then, Chuck and Herc are brought into the Shatterdome, and Mako really doesn't care. He's a big shot now, looks at her like she's a pencil pusher or the person in charge of changing oil, and she doesn't want to see that. Doesn't want to see his face, if that's all there is now, if this is all there will ever be of any human contact she ever gets.
Hearing Pentecost's refusal for the nth time has really set her on the edge now, moreso when she knows that he's on his way to get the surviving Becket. She has many doubts about him, but more than just that she has more doubts about herself. Will she get the guts to finally demand to be given a chance with spoken words, rather than on paper? She know Gipsy Danger better than anyone ever would, and 51 out of 51 kills is a fucking record, virtual simulations or not.
Needless to say, when Chuck catches her in the dinner line, her mood is not the most diplomatic.]
If you have nothing good to say, don't talk.
[ When Raleigh finds herself pinned back against her pillows, she looks up at him, a flicker of surprise in her expression. Well then, that was unexpected; Chuck's not looking for a simple one-night stand, and she's not sure what to feel about that, because they could definitely still make out with her shirt on, and --
-- it really sort of irritates her how he inspires the strangest feelings from her, too. ] It's not something you want to see.
[ She says finally, decides to just take the bull by the damn horns and pulls her shirt over her head. She doesn't let go of the shirt, her expression tense and unreadable but fixed on his face; if those circuit burns pretty much kill the mood entirely then... well.
Then that's it. There it is, the vivid scars spanning her shoulder, her chest, the burns snaking over under the bra. ]
-- it really sort of irritates her how he inspires the strangest feelings from her, too. ] It's not something you want to see.
[ She says finally, decides to just take the bull by the damn horns and pulls her shirt over her head. She doesn't let go of the shirt, her expression tense and unreadable but fixed on his face; if those circuit burns pretty much kill the mood entirely then... well.
Then that's it. There it is, the vivid scars spanning her shoulder, her chest, the burns snaking over under the bra. ]
[Raleigh Becket is one of Those Tourists and Chuck is so unsurprised he would be so rich if he'd bet on it, which in hindsight would've been a pretty smart idea because it's not cheap to do all of the touristy things on Australia that she wants to do (it's over two hundred dollars to climb the Darling Harbor bridge and Chuck's a thrill seeker too but he has lived in and around Sydney for most of his life and he hasn't felt the need to climb the bridge but it's something she Has To Do).
This is what he gets for going to America and finding a girlfriend there.
Americans also have the bloody weirdest ideas of what Australia is actually like. There are more kangaroos than people but koalas are an endangered species. He's never seen one in the wild before, so he has no idea why she seems to think she's going to see one and if she doesn't, then the entire trip would be a bust.
Nevermind that Chuck thinks it's a waste of a trip purely because it involves spending Christmas with his dad because he can't think of a way to say "my old man and I don't talk at all because I can't forgive him for killing my mum" without actually.... saying that... and he is pretty fond of Raleigh 96 percent of the time but he doesn't want to have that talk with her. He knows that her family is all gone, so it means something to her to spend the holidays with her boyfriend and his family and he doesn't need her telling him how to relate to his dad.
Herc didn't really kill Angela, not intentionally. There was a car accident and Herc chose to pull Chuck from the wreckage first, and then go back for her and by the time he got back there, Angela had already passed away and neither Hansen man took the death well. Herc was lost without his wife and Chuck was too young at the time to not realize that his father's guilt and grief wasn't regret over picking his son and even if he gets it now, he doesn't forgive his dad for basically abandoning him.
So the trip at some point involves a detour back to his dad's house but that's still a few days off and he and Raleigh are in Queensland now, wandering around some trail because Raleigh read on the internet that apparently there are tons of koalas in this area but he's pretty sure this is a total waste of time.]
Can't we just go to the bloody zoo in Sydney and see one?
This is what he gets for going to America and finding a girlfriend there.
Americans also have the bloody weirdest ideas of what Australia is actually like. There are more kangaroos than people but koalas are an endangered species. He's never seen one in the wild before, so he has no idea why she seems to think she's going to see one and if she doesn't, then the entire trip would be a bust.
Nevermind that Chuck thinks it's a waste of a trip purely because it involves spending Christmas with his dad because he can't think of a way to say "my old man and I don't talk at all because I can't forgive him for killing my mum" without actually.... saying that... and he is pretty fond of Raleigh 96 percent of the time but he doesn't want to have that talk with her. He knows that her family is all gone, so it means something to her to spend the holidays with her boyfriend and his family and he doesn't need her telling him how to relate to his dad.
Herc didn't really kill Angela, not intentionally. There was a car accident and Herc chose to pull Chuck from the wreckage first, and then go back for her and by the time he got back there, Angela had already passed away and neither Hansen man took the death well. Herc was lost without his wife and Chuck was too young at the time to not realize that his father's guilt and grief wasn't regret over picking his son and even if he gets it now, he doesn't forgive his dad for basically abandoning him.
So the trip at some point involves a detour back to his dad's house but that's still a few days off and he and Raleigh are in Queensland now, wandering around some trail because Raleigh read on the internet that apparently there are tons of koalas in this area but he's pretty sure this is a total waste of time.]
Can't we just go to the bloody zoo in Sydney and see one?
[Chuck has a girlfriend (even if it is a relationship where they're both purely using each other for the status boost because he's the captain of the hockey team and she's the head cheerleader and she's pretty and has connections but he feels nothing for her when they make out and have sex) so someone explain to him why the fuck he can't get Raleigh Becket out of his head.
They're polar opposites, in that Chuck is an athlete, has perfect grades, and actually gives a shit where he's going to college in a year or two and Raleigh picks fights with people, doesn't have a lick of school spirit, and probably doesn't even want to go to college, if the way he applies himself in class is any indication, Chuck wouldn't be surprised if Raleigh had no idea what the word college meant.
The first time was a slip up. It was a house party and Raleigh was bouncing all over the fucking place and Chuck just grabbed him and pinned him to the wall and the next natural step was kissing him, right? Apparently right. It only lasts for a couple minutes because what the fuck, no he likes girls and Raleigh's close to being a girl but he's also a fucking dumbass. But Chuck still feels more in those two minutes than he has in his entire relationship with his girlfriend.
And that makes no fucking sense.
This time is four shots of tequila, which anyone will tell you that tequila is a harsh mistress, and it's another party but somehow he and Raleigh have ended up out in the backyard, sharing a bottle of Jack between them at the same time as they're trading kisses.]
They're polar opposites, in that Chuck is an athlete, has perfect grades, and actually gives a shit where he's going to college in a year or two and Raleigh picks fights with people, doesn't have a lick of school spirit, and probably doesn't even want to go to college, if the way he applies himself in class is any indication, Chuck wouldn't be surprised if Raleigh had no idea what the word college meant.
The first time was a slip up. It was a house party and Raleigh was bouncing all over the fucking place and Chuck just grabbed him and pinned him to the wall and the next natural step was kissing him, right? Apparently right. It only lasts for a couple minutes because what the fuck, no he likes girls and Raleigh's close to being a girl but he's also a fucking dumbass. But Chuck still feels more in those two minutes than he has in his entire relationship with his girlfriend.
And that makes no fucking sense.
This time is four shots of tequila, which anyone will tell you that tequila is a harsh mistress, and it's another party but somehow he and Raleigh have ended up out in the backyard, sharing a bottle of Jack between them at the same time as they're trading kisses.]
[For fuck's sake, don't fall. Chuck wants to deal with Raleigh falling out of the tree and breaking something less than he wants Raleigh in his room right now, so he reaches out and offers him a hand to help himself inside with.]
You still could've used the doorbell.
You still could've used the doorbell.
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