Every Other Person In Power Is Dying Except Those Who Actually Need To Die. Like— Wtf??

I think John gets irritated during the Spring because of those damn bees and their damn pollen.

And he loves plant-life, he truly does. He’s even thinking about making his own garden one day and having a whole section dedicated to a different array of flowers, but the Spring season always makes him rethink that decision because of how deadly pollen is to him. One speck of it and he’s a sneezing, red eyed monster.

(Nik likes to make fun of him for it, but they both know that as soon as he steps foot outside during the Spring, he has a runny nose and puffy, irritated eyes.)

Don’t stop, get it get it💃🏾💃🏾

#midlife crisis

I think that Nik may have a TOUCH of eczema on his body. Maybe on the backs of his hands or in the crook of his arms and neck.

Either way, it’s a pain in the ass when Summer and Winter roll around and he runs out of his medicated cream because his skin gets all dry and cracks or it flares and he ends up with gashes in those areas from scratching it so much.

Luckily for him, John is always there to help!

He’ll make sure he always has his cream when he can, and if he starts to scratch at those areas he’ll move his hand and rub gently at the spot to soothe it. If Nik manages to scratch a gash however, he’ll run it under cold or warm water. (Nik likes scolding hot water but knows that the other two options are best for him.)

Hate it when I go from looking like fine shyt to dry shit😭😭(how tf do I shape my eyebrows on my own chat)

UGH, this so was scrumptious I had to come back a second time to enjoy it😩😚

Nikolai takes Price out to every match, or musical, or meeting, every concert, or conference, or convention, that he can find.

Because he didn’t get the chance to go out, where he was before. He didn’t get to experience the world around him. Nikolai didn’t get to leave the bubble he grew up in, because it’s hard to go anywhere at all with nothing to your name.

Price, if he’s honest, hates it. The next time he gets dragged out to some drag show he doesn’t give two shits about, or a five-hour lecture about some old Latin bullshit, he swears that he’ll kill someone.

That is, until he glances up at Nikolai on the train home. The way he’s smiling, mostly to himself, before looking away and out the window.

From that night onwards, Price shows up when he asks without hesitation. Whether abroad, or local, he goes to Nikolai’s side.

Because as much as he may hate spending hours in sweaty convention halls, watching his back, he hates Nikolai being sad more.

This is so silly😭❤️

HIIII! I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW ROACH! You made him look so badass! 🤎

OH HI THANKS (but I don't make anything look at him he is just like that by himself I guess??)

I’m getting into working out(yes this late, LEAVE ME ALONE!!) and goodness gracious, why didn’t anyone tell me how taxing running is??

I started off strong; did four and a half laps, and then all of a sudden my thighs start to sting..

…

WHAT??

Why are my thighs stinging?? I’m in marching band, I do weightlifting, and my thighs are stinging? So I walked for a while, and then seated jogging again.

..

I did about two laps before walking again.

So uhm.. point of this little rant is that if anyone has any advice on how to jog, it will be much appreciated.

I need to see a thing about John getting bent over his own desk and fucked dumb by Nik until he’s babbling nonsense and his legs are shaking while Nik whispers dirty degrading things in his ear.

This might be a bit weird, but hear me out:

Greekgod!Price sneaking off to go see Castout!Nik during the night at the peach tree where the two lay at each other’s sides and tell stories of their weeks or past adventures, maybe sharing a kiss or two here and there before John has to go.

Greekgod!Price eventually being found out and being sentenced to death before being saved by Castout!Nik, the two falling through the clouds and into the mortal realm where they are found and cursed by Zeus, turning into marble statues in a rundown building where they are eventually found and placed in museum, destined to be together yet damned to be alone forever.

You’re good at this “Let’s make Goober cry today” thing, keep it up stinker👍🏾

On another note though, it’s refreshing to see someone write about the ups and (crashing) downs of aging and the troubles that come with it, especially how bad it is for those who’ve served or been through something traumatic.

Some would’ve never thought they’d see the day where big, strong, capable Captain Price would be reduced to a fragile old man, and yet here we are. I think it shows that life is as unpredictable as it is unfair, and anything can happen to anyone, even the strongest of people.

It’ll break you down like that, and yet the world keeps spinning.

There's a certain kind of pain from watching your loved one rot away in front of your eyes.

Watching the man you've spent 50 years together with grow old and waste away, bits and parts of his brain eventually devoured by age, whilst you stay immortal, standing still in the sands of time, your skin flawless and perfect.

How could you grief a man that's still alive anyways? How could you celebrate life when the man you've sworn to heaven and hell is actively degrading in front of you? Sitting in a wheelchair with a ventilator following him around?

The pain seems bone wrecking when Nik stands in front of Price, and watches the man's milky eyes take him in fully first before finally recognising him. The way John stutters over his name, how his chest heaves with even the most simplest of words. (Like muttering a loved one's name) He watches as John stays quiet, allowing Nik to push him around the garden, occasionally stopping down to watch the flowers and ducks.

John's time on Earth was most definitely limited. Unlike Nik, who had seen the face of several wars and great empires rise and fall, John will soon vanish with time, left as another body for Nik to mourn six feet under dirt. His body will eventually decompose, and serve as fertilizer for the land around him.

Nik watches as John slowly gets up, only to nearly damn collapse from the lack of use of his muscles, saved by Nik hastily holding him. It reminds him of how little time he has left, how eventually he would have to remember John's face from a photo instead, how he already needs videos to remember how John had sounded.

The next time he visits, John takes a little more time to recognise the face of his lover, still never questioning how Nik looked no older. He stays for the whole day, wheeling John around before letting him walk around with a walker.

The next time he sees John, it was in the picture of a younger face smiling at him, etched in stone. Bundles of snowdrops flower (the favourite flowers of a man he'll never see again) spread around his grave.