the captain of cold
miles to go before I sleep
|you don't even seem to care your boyfriend's gone off to take care of his homicidal brother by himself.|
OOC: Hi. I made a goddamn note a couple of days ago saying that I’d been going through some real shit in my real life and would be awol for a couple days. Kindly fuck right off.
When Len comes home from a long and tiring job, he half expects Al to not be there. Well, more than half. It seems like a rare enough occurrence that his bed isn’t actually empty. And each and every time that he does get to speak with Al, the man acts in increasing levels of strange - almost as though he’s slipping, becoming less of himself.
Len expects the slew of excuses, of how Al is constantly correcting himself where Alvin’s concerned. Doesn’t care for the man and wants him dead one moment - using words like “nurture” that bite Len right down to the core the next.
The letter gets crumbled and lobbed into a corner of the bedroom as Len rifles through his duffel bag where he’s flopped it onto the bed. He’s tired and filthy, with dirt beneath his nails and blood dried across his brow. The past few days have been one hell of a fight, and it’s no surprise that Al isn’t here when he gets home. No, the beloved brother has the priority, as usual.
[Txt]: Got your letter.
The captain drops his phone amongst his bag once the text is sent, and soon he’s stripping off layers as he makes his way to the shower. Better to get clean and get to work on other things than dwell on his dwindling relationship with his absentee partner.
Apparently Lake Ontario looked pretty awesome not too long ago.
Photography by Timothy Corbin
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
I took a video is that good enough