He sends the message, his throat too sore to yell and his body too sore to get up and do it himself. He's in the semi-darkness of a rather standard hotel room, though it's definitely from a higher end resort than a motel. There's a dog crate right by his bed, but it's empty, as Mae is still with Norton.
That's plenty of invitation for Sweeney, and he ducks inside and locks the door behind him. He takes a moment to drink in the atmosphere, so like his own cabin, but not.
"Nice place." He smirks good-naturedly as he crosses to Jacob and presents an insulated container.
"Ain't as good as Iris's, but it'll get ya started. I'll see if she can hook ya up later."
"Mom used to cook," he says softly. "We were on assistance, getting our food from the church, you know? She always made it work. Least when I was little. Joseph came and then John and - well, she stopped getting creative. So I made shit for 'em. Got real good at butter and green beans."
"That kinda responsibility in youth certainly has a way of agin' you," he notes, more mulling than explaining. "Makes ya hav'ta prioritize more. Cut corners." Sweeney refocuses more fully.
"Yeah, mostly. I took care of the boys. Kept our daddy from hittin' em. Made sure they had shit that kids like, you know? Candy from the store, extra soda in the afternoon. Nothing big.'
The soup is goddamn delicious and makes his throat feel much better. He'll have to remember this for next time, because Jacob is very sure that there will be a next time.
He nods, trying to minimize the complications of the situation.
"Most folk don't wanna hav'ta deal with all that day-ta-day bullshit. It's all 'bout the epic. The improbably birth an' tragic death an' lots'a Favors 'long the way." Sweeney huffs, lifting his glass before mumbling into it.
"Too borin'." It'd make him too boring. And that's how someone like him ceases to be.
Sweeney huffs softly, tipping his head in concession.
"I've tried," he admits. "Not the writin' what's already been, but the 'tryin' ta do things ta shape who I'll be'." He rubs his temple. "It ne'er goes well."
"Eh." He isn't sure how to put it. "It's not any one thing. Sometimes folk I care 'bout get kicked off the boat, or I'll get afflicted with some new bullshit." Sweeney sighs.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-16 08:04 pm (UTC)astarions vampire
killed me
spit on his stupid fucking shoes first though
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-17 07:25 am (UTC)[A beat passes.]
You want me to bring anything by?
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-17 05:18 pm (UTC)got protein shakes but i want something hot
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-17 05:34 pm (UTC)Find heavier stuff can be hard on the system.
But I'll bring it if you want.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-18 12:00 am (UTC)Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-19 07:36 pm (UTC)----
Which he is, knocking on the door three times.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-19 08:56 pm (UTC)He sends the message, his throat too sore to yell and his body too sore to get up and do it himself. He's in the semi-darkness of a rather standard hotel room, though it's definitely from a higher end resort than a motel. There's a dog crate right by his bed, but it's empty, as Mae is still with Norton.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-20 08:03 pm (UTC)"Nice place." He smirks good-naturedly as he crosses to Jacob and presents an insulated container.
"Ain't as good as Iris's, but it'll get ya started. I'll see if she can hook ya up later."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-20 08:04 pm (UTC)He hasn't actually had anything homemade since he was a young boy.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-20 09:09 pm (UTC)"Good 'nough ta make a Fellow feel alive again." At least, that's what it had done for him. "Comes in spicy too, if that's yer preference."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-21 12:06 am (UTC)"Damn, this is good, though."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-21 09:36 pm (UTC)"Aye, it's amazin' what shit can taste like when it dunn't come outta a can."
And that's from a Fellow who's partaken of a lot of shelf-stable food. They have their place, but ideally, not in death toll recovery.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-21 11:19 pm (UTC)He takes another sip, already feeling better.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-22 08:21 pm (UTC)"Was it just the three'a you?"
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-23 01:03 am (UTC)He takes another indulgent drink.
"Guess it wasn't the same for you."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-23 07:38 pm (UTC)"Ne'er really 'grew up'. Was pretty much a footnote." He tosses the glass back and looks to refill it.
"Didn't really have need fer that bit."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-24 12:34 am (UTC)"Cuz of what you are?"
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-28 06:52 am (UTC)"Most folk don't wanna hav'ta deal with all that day-ta-day bullshit. It's all 'bout the epic. The improbably birth an' tragic death an' lots'a Favors 'long the way." Sweeney huffs, lifting his glass before mumbling into it.
"Too borin'." It'd make him too boring. And that's how someone like him ceases to be.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-28 02:01 pm (UTC)Which is a very hypocritical statement, coming from Jacob, but he's always been bad at taking his own advice.
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-28 10:57 pm (UTC)"I've tried," he admits. "Not the writin' what's already been, but the 'tryin' ta do things ta shape who I'll be'." He rubs his temple. "It ne'er goes well."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-28 11:44 pm (UTC)Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-30 12:01 am (UTC)"Just leaves a Fellow tired of it all."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-06-30 01:03 am (UTC)Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-07-02 08:33 pm (UTC)"More than three years, at this point." No wonder he's fucking tired. "Just one more day in paradise."
Re: late sunday
Date: 2024-07-02 08:51 pm (UTC)He lets out a breath. "Hell would be preferable. Least I'm not tempted by the thought of leaving there."
Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From:Re: late sunday
From: