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Dr Leonard "Bones" McCoy ([personal profile] homeostatic) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-12-10 07:41 pm

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WHO: mccoy and you
WHEN: december
WHERE: the inn & around the grounds
WHAT: catch-all top levels of winter pastimes, spooky ghosts, indoor hobbies, and necessary self care
WARNINGS: event warnings; will add any if this changes
downswing: (architecture)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-12-19 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)


( Throughout this joyous musical interlude, prospective mental breakdown, convulsive blinking and overall staggered indignation, Lan Wangji might be forgiven for only murmuring: )

What occurs to clocks on their tenth-day anniversary?

( ...a cultural difference, surely. )

downswing: (十)

pleased 2 serve

[personal profile] downswing 2022-12-20 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)


( The cats will be relieved of their indignity, promiscuity and inelegance.

The doctor will ease himself to comfort.

All will be right in the world

...but for the latter half of the proposition, mouth petrified agape in the thickening, dusty clout of warmth the room's countless braziers breathe out like dragonic exhalations. Drink, then.

It horrifies him, blood relieved of his cheeks, pallor a misfortune of miscalculation. In his lap, hands clench and dispel their clasp, fingers stiff when a pretty feline creature cradles her head between them. He rasps out: )


Drink does not favour me.

( ...notice here, sir. The choice of articulation. After a time, a man does not choose his cups. They find him lacking. )

downswing: (legends)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-12-25 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)


( Ah. But then, they are but two men overcome by a plethora of cats, the doctor McCoy does not understand he has entered the territory of perpetual landmines. Allow Lan Wangji's mien to blanch to the powdering of the snow that dusts their sills, before he murmurs: )

Unadvisable. ( But then, perhaps a man is owed the debt of sophisticated warning. ) Minacious.

( If the brush strokes to spell out this particular hint were broader, Lan Wangi's master of calligraphy would cordially evacuate him from this metaphorical exercise.

Perhaps, mouth thinned and hand stiffened, best to detour the doctor's interests: )


You drink for sport?

downswing: (indelible)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-12-25 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)


( Indulgence, inebriation, idleness. Lan Wangji's very core might tolerate each of these items, independently. They send him to the dull, shivered heavens of indignation, in rapid succession.

Until the good doctor, grace be, ends his parade of vice with... flattery.

Of Wei Ying.

Careful, so careful, watch the unbinding of his fingers, loose, watch how he coaxes the trinkets of his diplomacy back to this sleeves' pocket. Then, only residually astringent: )


You have encountered him.

( ...and found Wei Ying apparently not wanting. Ah, but to be a fly on every wall Wei Ying has dutifully honeyed before charming base metals to mirror's silvers. Of course this rapprochement was a foregone conclusion. )

downswing: (memento)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-12-26 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)


( Drenched, his voice. Positively saturated. A wonderfully embittered marinade. Don't mind if Lan Wangji salts his own hemorrhaging wounds with an airy: )

You would expend it singing his praises.

( Perhaps this is how better men live, with cats sprawling in their laps and braziers licking pleasantly at the roots of their backs and trading courtesies over the other halves of their lives. Perhaps he is not intended to grow brittle and cold and to exit his own skin, as if he manipulates sooner than lives the moment.

But then, he is not the better man. )


How fares your family?

( He fled. Returned. The doctor, who also possesses kin and kind in his own world. )

downswing: (defining)

[personal profile] downswing 2022-12-26 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)


( A man, his wandered eyes and Lan Wangji's sword. A strained triarchy. It summons his bile, sours it down his throat. It trickles in slow, steadied beads, then, carefully: )

Some better suit song. ( ...and distance. From dead, roused and necromanced husbands, who skillfully dance steps around their allegiance. ) Others, silence.

( Cue, the inevitable, the explicable: a lowered gaze, his hand travelling the swollen span of a cat's arched back, knotting and binding in all the ways that earn her purrs. He is not for the easy expression of affections. Joanna, twelve and grown. Growing still. )

My son remains beside me. ( A blessing. A curse. He cannot say. But he thinks, to lose the company of a child — is enough hardship that his own hand seeks touch, hovered, then tickling down over the mountain chain of Bones' knuckles, before urging him to stroke the cat Wangji had suffocated with attention. ) Strength. I do not envy you the loss of your daughter.