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Koby ([personal profile] kobes) wrote2024-06-09 04:14 pm

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holyposition: (i don't wanna walk no more)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-20 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I know, I'm just teasing.

But I mean it, Koby. If you want it to be serious, I can figure something else out, it's a big house.
holyposition: (i just wanted to be yours)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-20 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Just the every port thing. The rest of it is completely true 😊

That’s how it’s always been for me.


[ they both know damn good and well Tim’s only ever been serious about one person, but that's not the point. ]

I felt bad just texting with Quentin, when I was with Hawk. For a minute, I thought that was why he was leaving. “Room for other people” isn’t done, where we’re from.
holyposition: (i was always told)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-20 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
No, he didn’t, but his explanation didn’t make any sense, so i thought it was something I’d done. It wasn’t. I was just scared.

Won’t it? You can have all the love in the world in your heart, but only so much time and energy. If it were me, I’d want to give my partner all of it.
holyposition: (i'm gonna be so chill about this)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-20 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not completely true. I said some things I shouldn't have.

I understand what you're saying. I don't know if it's a perfect metaphor (what am I, a lieutenant?) but I get it.

Just let me know if you start to feel differently, okay? Quentin's charming and handsome and all of that, but you're my best friend here. I don't want to do anything that would hurt you.
holyposition: (i've actually never been happier)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-20 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Koby, please. Who else would be—he's been hiding out here for the last two weeks, be serious. Tim smiles warmly at him, and then, after a moment of fishing around in his lap for his bookmark, gets up to join the other two on the bed, carefully scooching in on Koby’s other side. ]

Yes, obviously. [ Speaking softly and ruffling Koby’s hair. On second thought, Tim puts an arm around him, pulling him in for a half-hug, as much as he can do without jostling sleeping beauty. ] You think I would stay involved in... [ a vague gesture. whatever this is. ] otherwise? You know I take it seriously. I’m not saying you don’t, just that if you weren’t that important to me, I wouldn’t let you watch while I blow your boyfriend.
holyposition: (it's all I know and it's all I want now)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard to believe, just from knowing Koby, and his kind heart, generous nature, his curiosity. But, knowing his story, it makes sense. He maintains the tact not to press it, because there are much more fun things to press instead. ]

Hey, no fighting. He'll wake up and know you've been bad.

[ With a snort. ]
holyposition: (nipples???)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ow!

[ More painful than bodily harm? Losing your spot in your book. Tim nabs Koby's book and holds it away with his much longer arms, a real troublemaker, a real ruffian. ]

Maybe I want to be. You don't know.
Edited 2024-08-21 02:06 (UTC)
holyposition: (hay girl hayyy)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He should not laugh. He was a great man who changed the world and his death was a tragedy, not to mention, Quentin asleep mere inches from them, and yet, he laughs. ]

He doesn't. Does this one say anything about how he might have been queer?

[ Are Koby's rib's ticklish? Let's fine out. ]

I don't know what evidence you're talking about.
holyposition: (oh you (affectionate))

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Koby, President Lincoln is about to have a very bad night.

[ Not to spoil it. But better that he knows now than start crying about it later. The tickling does not stop, but he drops the book on the floor. ]

You think because I've been hanging around a couple weeks you know everything? You don't.
holyposition: (ok stranger im not prepared for)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quentin, it seems, can sleep like a rock, with all the shifting and squirming being done to dodge tickles or elbows, and good for him, because the ruckus is escalating, Tim swooping over to grab Koby’s forearms and pin them down. ]

Quit jabbing. Lincoln dies. John Wilkes Booth shoots him in the theater. Sorry.
holyposition: (oopsie teehee)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I’m sure. You’re reading about my country, remember?

[ It doesn’t require a history degree (which he does have, by the way) to know what happened to Lincoln, that’s grade school stuff, Koby. ]

I’m surprised it didn’t say so on the book jacket.
holyposition: (seriously some sun on his face)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-22 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
You did read it, right? The Civil War had just ended, there were a lot of people on the losing side still angry.

[ Tim just settles, unpinning, but still sitting on him. Really regular behavior and not at all an indication that he’s getting way too comfortable here. ]

People like to think history is objective, but it isn’t. Not everyone gets the opportunity to tell their story, every writer has a point of view of their own, even when they have all the primary sources in the world. Sure, certain events did objectively happen, but you can contextualize it a bunch of different ways.

[ A beat. ]

Not to defend the slaveowners, obviously. But if they’d won, the tone of that book would be completely different, even the parts before the war.
holyposition: (all that money)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-23 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
In a perfect world, maybe.

[ Koby this is why you're even more baby than Tim. ]

Don't even tell me what that is. I don't want to know. The snail thing is weird enough.

[ Alright, that's enough wiggling around on each other for now. Tim scoots himself off, and gives Quentin's leg a pat too, on his way off the bed. ]

I'm going to the chapel. Let me know when you tell him.