lazarus-afterdark

[lazarus-afterdark]

Lazarus felt Lucas nestle closer, chin coming to rest naturally atop the other man's head. The adjustment sent a quiet satisfaction through him, this was right, this easy intimacy they'd somehow fallen into.

"Not complainin'. Probably need sleep for yer old bones anyway."

One hand continued its slow patterns against Lucas's back while the other settled more securely around him. Lazarus felt his own body relax, having always found it easier to sleep with weight pressed against him.

“Makes sense t’me. Can’t bake f’r th’life ‘f me.”

Lucas went through the hassle of removing his hat. Placing the old thing down onto the arm of the couch. Humming at the other shifting around to get comfortable.

“Any interestin’ projects y’got goin’?”

He looked to Lazarus, checking over the others features. Eyes tired, but soft. Clearly relaxed in the space they’ve created.

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The earlier embarrassment faded into background noise as familiar comfort settled over him. He grumbled

Shush. If I'm old we're both old.

His fingers found an easy rhythm against Lucas's back, tracing absent patterns through the fabric. The workshop around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their small pocket of space. Lazarus let his eyes drift shut for a moment, cataloguing the steady weight against his ribs, the way Lucas's breathing had evened out.

Won't be anytime soon I reckon.

“Makes sense t’me. Can’t bake f’r th’life ‘f me.”

Lucas went through the hassle of removing his hat. Placing the old thing down onto the arm of the couch. Humming at the other shifting around to get comfortable.

“Any interestin’ projects y’got goin’?”

He looked to Lazarus, checking over the others features. Eyes tired, but soft. Clearly relaxed in the space they’ve created.

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Lazarus didn't resist, letting himself be pushed back onto the couch, shuffling slightly to get into a comfortable position before letting out an amused huff at Lucas's comment

Old man? I'm not that much older than you, ya bastard.

There was no real heat in his voice however as he settled back against the couch, some of the tension draining from his shoulders. As Lucas settled against him, Lazarus's arms found their natural position, wrapping around him with a hold strong enough to keep them close but never enough to keep them trapped.

Better?

“Makes sense t’me. Can’t bake f’r th’life ‘f me.”

Lucas went through the hassle of removing his hat. Placing the old thing down onto the arm of the couch. Humming at the other shifting around to get comfortable.

“Any interestin’ projects y’got goin’?”

He looked to Lazarus, checking over the others features. Eyes tired, but soft. Clearly relaxed in the space they’ve created.

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Bad? Christ, no - ya look good, Lucas. Really good.

The words tumbled out of Lazarus before he could stop himself, heat flooded his face. Lazarus's composure seemed to crack, one hand running through his hair as he tried to backtrack.

I mean - the scars, they're not…

Fuck. That's not what I meant t'- ya don't look bad at all.

Lazarus's dark eyes darted away, his shoulders hunched lightly in embarrassment as a blush colored his face.

Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to make it weird.

“Makes sense t’me. Can’t bake f’r th’life ‘f me.”

Lucas went through the hassle of removing his hat. Placing the old thing down onto the arm of the couch. Humming at the other shifting around to get comfortable.

“Any interestin’ projects y’got goin’?”

He looked to Lazarus, checking over the others features. Eyes tired, but soft. Clearly relaxed in the space they’ve created.

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There's a few Japanese rhythm game machines in a free play arcade Im at and THEY HAVE CAPCOM MUSIC

There's some Ace Attorney remixes (idk what the first is, the second is dual destiny's pursuit) and it has a number of older monster hunter stuff, including Proof of a Hero, which is the main ass theme, its so cool!!!

(Oh hell yeah actually! Makes me slightly jealous actually, though then again it's been a bit since I visited the local arcade...)

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Lazarus's eyes followed the movement as Lucas tugged the mask away, barely resisting the urge to make a comment about how beautiful they looked. His fingers had stilled on Lucas's shoulder, and he realized he'd been staring too long. The big man shifted slightly, trying to regain his composure, but his gaze kept drifting back to their face like a moth to flame.

Recruits givin' ya much trouble? Can come around some time to help out.

“Makes sense t’me. Can’t bake f’r th’life ‘f me.”

Lucas went through the hassle of removing his hat. Placing the old thing down onto the arm of the couch. Humming at the other shifting around to get comfortable.

“Any interestin’ projects y’got goin’?”

He looked to Lazarus, checking over the others features. Eyes tired, but soft. Clearly relaxed in the space they’ve created.

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A small note, your gay ass 🫵 ]]]

Rude I think?

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Windibank, the viola violin situation can't be that serious, put the gun down.

Just, like, let me swap the instruments??

(Responding to this late but from memory I remember going "you have so long to live for!" When he first brought the gun up. The game can be so silly I stg)

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Notice!

( @lt-artificer-lazarus )

(I decided probably something I should have done sooner but I'm remaking the blog with basically the only point being to make it a primary blog.)

(Plan is I'll be doing and sending stuff over there from now on. For any peeps I still need to respond to I'll be finishing that here. This blog will also stay up for archival purposes.)

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(Just a small note: Going on a trip over the weekend and going to be busy most of the time so I'll respond to things Monday. Be back)

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Lazarus's gaze drifted toward his workbench, where components lay scattered in organized chaos. Titanium alloy pieces, experimental propellant casings, and precision-machined parts that most people wouldn't recognize.

Mainly the same project I've been working on since ya gave me the gunpowder. Tryin' t' make an anti-material rifle that can be used by one person but can still punch through modern tanks.

Weight's the real bastard, need something that won't break your back carrying it but still has the same amount of force behind it.

Lazarus would say with a sigh. The workshop felt smaller somehow with Lucas pressed against his side, warm and solid. Lazarus found himself studying the curve of Lucas's jaw underneath the mask.

What's been keeping you busy while you've been gone? Besides getting thrown by temperamental colts, I mean.

“So… Cheesecake y’said?”

Lucas stepped into the space with a haphazard knock on his way in. Gently dropping the broken saddle down onto the floor. Letting his shoulders drop once its weight was off of him.

“Damn thing ‘s heavy f’r bein’ broken…”

Taking it upon himself to lean against the closest table to him, crossing arms over his chest as he looked to Lazarus.

(i meant to send this days ago…)

@ltc-skid

Lazarus had just switched off the burner beneath the whistling kettle when Lucas made his entrance, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he heard their voice. He bent down to a small fridge as he moved to pull a plate from the small fridge, placing the strawberry cheesecake on the counter.

Just in time t' have a bite actually. Should have cooled enough by now

His eyes swept over to the battered saddle Lucas had dumped, letting out a low whistle as he assessed the battered piece of leather

What happened t' that poor thing? Can still make use of it of course but looks like it went ten rounds with a drop bear and lost.

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Laz please adopt me please please pleeaaseeee

[cue the big stupid autism eyes]

- mod stag

Feel like there's a bit more of a process then that, but nothing's stopping ya from sayin' I adopted ya I guess.

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Lazarus felt the shift in weight as Lucas settled against him, the familiar warmth pressing into his side. He just adjusted slightly to accommodate the contact while continuing to work through his own portion of cheesecake, a quiet calm washing though him at the feeling of contact.

That's good t' hear.

Lazarus said, a small bit of bashfulness at the praise leaking though

It's really just a lot of experimenting. Like for this batch I was just experimenting with ratios, since my last batch was so dense it clung t' the roof of my mouth. Glad it came out right.

“So… Cheesecake y’said?”

Lucas stepped into the space with a haphazard knock on his way in. Gently dropping the broken saddle down onto the floor. Letting his shoulders drop once its weight was off of him.

“Damn thing ‘s heavy f’r bein’ broken…”

Taking it upon himself to lean against the closest table to him, crossing arms over his chest as he looked to Lazarus.

(i meant to send this days ago…)

@ltc-skid

Lazarus had just switched off the burner beneath the whistling kettle when Lucas made his entrance, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he heard their voice. He bent down to a small fridge as he moved to pull a plate from the small fridge, placing the strawberry cheesecake on the counter.

Just in time t' have a bite actually. Should have cooled enough by now

His eyes swept over to the battered saddle Lucas had dumped, letting out a low whistle as he assessed the battered piece of leather

What happened t' that poor thing? Can still make use of it of course but looks like it went ten rounds with a drop bear and lost.

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Would you ever own a pet?

Already do actually!

Her name's Nova, sweetest little thing. feel like I could break her by accident sometimes though

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Do you have kids?

I shouldn't?... Yeah, no. If I did I'd now by now

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*pours water over Lazarus to make him a wet dog*

V•́⁠ᴥ,⁠•̀V why?

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Lazarus debated sitting across from them again before instead settling onto the couch beside Lucas. Lazarus picked up his own spoon, cutting off a small piece of his cheesecake and bringing it to his mouth.

The strawberry flavor hit first, tart and bright against the rich, creamy base. The texture was smooth, dense without being heavy, with just enough give to let the spoon slide through cleanly. The graham cracker crust provided just enough crunch to contrast the cheesecake. Lazarus gave a content hum before swallowing it, seeming to take in the flavor before muttering under his breath

Almost there, might need to mix in more strawberries next time.

“So… Cheesecake y’said?”

Lucas stepped into the space with a haphazard knock on his way in. Gently dropping the broken saddle down onto the floor. Letting his shoulders drop once its weight was off of him.

“Damn thing ‘s heavy f’r bein’ broken…”

Taking it upon himself to lean against the closest table to him, crossing arms over his chest as he looked to Lazarus.

(i meant to send this days ago…)

@ltc-skid

Lazarus had just switched off the burner beneath the whistling kettle when Lucas made his entrance, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he heard their voice. He bent down to a small fridge as he moved to pull a plate from the small fridge, placing the strawberry cheesecake on the counter.

Just in time t' have a bite actually. Should have cooled enough by now

His eyes swept over to the battered saddle Lucas had dumped, letting out a low whistle as he assessed the battered piece of leather

What happened t' that poor thing? Can still make use of it of course but looks like it went ten rounds with a drop bear and lost.