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Post by ronax on Aug 24, 2011 0:20:25 GMT -5
 it had been another abnormally long day. truth be told, every day since his release had been obnoxiously long. going to work, though, was one of the longest parts of his day. all he wanted to do was cuddle with his boyfriend all day, every day, and never let him go. still, as appealing as that idea sounded, he knew it wasn’t possible. he had to make something out of himself. somehow become apart of society after spending three years behind iron bars. honestly, the real world scared him. it was so different from the way he remembered it. the only thing that was constant and normal was isaac and ronax was very greatful for that. he knew all about the hardships that isaac went through while he was away and that only made the memories of being imprisoned that much harder. nonetheless, that was all behind him. now he could fall asleep beside his boyfriend every night if he wanted to and that was the most amazing freedom he had ever received.
touching up his last tattoo of the day, he gave the customer a forced smile as they walked up to the full length mirror to check out his work. giving the man a quick hand shake and a pat on the back, he accepted the man’s constant thank you’s as they walked toward the front of the shop. when they were finally set and ready to leave, nax through a simple “see ya” over his shoulder as he disappeared toward the back of the shop to clean up his station. he was hoping that no one would bother talking to him tonight. he wasn’t in the mood for chit chat and he definitely wasn’t in the mood for a friendly offer to go get drinks. he, quite honestly, just wanted to say “fuck you all” as he walked out the door and went home. still, even ronax knew that that would be the stupidest thing he could do.
grabbing his jacket, ronax ducked for the front door. glad to see that no one was about to stop him for some conversation. shoving his hands into his jeans pockets after pulling his arms through the sleeves, he walked down the street and toward home. he just wanted a stiff drink and some shitty television. bumping into a few people on the street, he made sure to apologize quickly before keeping up his pace. he learned a few things in prison, at least. when he finally pulled open the front door, he pulled off his coat and chucked it across the room in a small fit of anger. every since his release, he hadn’t been able to keep his anger in check for too long. he wasn’t sure why, but all he knew was that he was angry. a lot. toeing off his boots, he pushed them away from the doorway and padded through the living room and into the kitchen. pulling open the fridge door, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey that hung out in the door. kicking the door shut, he opened the bottle and took a quick swig, reeling a bit from the hard taste on his tongue as it burned the back of his throat.
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Post by isaac on Aug 24, 2011 1:14:51 GMT -5
things were finally back to normal in isaac's life. well, as normal as was possible for his life. it had been years too long since he'd been able to see nax on a regular basis and now that he was out of jail, isaac could see nax any fucking time he wanted. in fact, he could fall asleep in nax's arms any damn time he wanted as well. isaa could breathe easy for the first time in three plus years, knowing that nax was with him, knowing that he could see him whenever he damn well pleased. the years without nax had been hard and isaac had almost cracked under the heavy weight set on his shoulders. he used to be strong, he used to be able to stand on his own. but as soon as nax came waltzing into his life, it was almost like isaac forgot all of that. he spent so long trying to remember that it just became an impossible task. so he basked in the glow of not knowing, floating from one high to the next, just not caring. but now nax was back and isaac had a life to attend to. he still lived off the high, the afterglow of nonchalance, but he actually had responsibilities now. he managed nax's tattoo shop, but refused to actually step foot into the place. he wasn't sure why, but he figured that nax might actually like some space. he knew they'd been separated for far too long, but he wasn't sure if nax would want him around twenty four seven. so, isaac kept his business out of the shop and managed everything from home.
after stepping out of the shower, he stepped into a pair of sleep pants and settled into his usual spot on the floor in front of the couch. grabbing his date book, he transfered a few appointments into it from the random napkins with names and time scattered all over the coffee table. isaac was the kind of person who just wrote things down on a whim, rather than keeping track of everything with intense organisation. sighing, he reached behind the couch and grabbed his bottle of half finished vodka and closed the book. he'd finished nax's schedule for tomorrow and a few of the guys schedules who also worked at the shop. there wasn't much else he could do for the moment, so he settled back against the couch and sipped his vodka, family guy playing on the tv for some background noise.
isaac paid no attention to the door opening, he was far too into the high that was just now setting in to notice it. if nax was home, he'd come and sit with him, so isaac had no need to get up. the sounds of nax's coat being throw across the room, however, was enough to make him open his eyes and hear nax walking around in the kitchen. baby? you alright? isaac called out, his voice deep and slightly groggy. come sit with me. i've got your appointments set for tomorrow. isaac rubbed his eyes and sat up slightly, biting his lip and waiting for nax to come sit with him.
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Post by ronax on Aug 24, 2011 2:54:37 GMT -5
staring at the bottle, nax tried to occupy himself with trying to calculate how many shots he could get out of the remaining amount of liquid. getting to the point where he felt like his head was going to explode, nax finally brought the bottle to his lips one more time and let the warm liquid slither down his throat, drinking from the bottle with only a small amount of discomfort on his face. to him, it was like sour water. he was very much an alcoholic and he wasn't about to deny that. sure, it wasn't the smartest thing due to the fact that he was already as angry as he was, but he just wanted to forget. those three years were the longest of his life and, quite honestly, he didn't even want to think of those three years as a part of his life in anyway. those three years were hell. it wasn't because he had lost his freedom or because he was simply known as another number. no, it was because he had been taken away from isaac. isaac was, by far, the only thing worth caring about in his life and ronax cared about him with his whole being.
hearing isaac's voice from the living room, nax dropped his bottle onto the counter with a loud clank and watched as it spun on it's square edges before relaxing into a settled position, standing upright. staring at it again he cleared his throat and took a deep breath before grabbing the bottle and exiting the kitchen. carefully walking into the living room, trying to keep his anger under control, nax kept his breathing level as he fell onto the couch beside isaac. oh? how many appointments do i have? he asked conversationally, purposely avoiding isaac's question. honestly, nax didn't know if he was alright or not and he really didn't want to get into it right now, anyway.
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Post by isaac on Aug 25, 2011 2:12:41 GMT -5
isaac used to be angry, but now that nax was out of jail, it was like he had the fight taken out of him. there was nothing for him to be pissed off about anymore, isaac had everything he needed back in his life. nax was home and he could breathe easy again. if isaac was being honest with himself, though, he wasn't really living. he was simply relishing in how easy it was to breathe again that he couldn't care less if he was actually doing something with his life now that he was capable of doing so. over the last three years isaac had forgotten what the world outside of his apartment was like. the only times he left were for drugs, alcohol, and a few things from the grocery store. isaac only faced the world if he had to because he knew he was nowhere near strong enough to do things on his own. yet, the time had come where isaac didn't have to do it alone anymore and he was still scared. he was scared to live because he couldn't remember how. he couldn't face not being able to live, so he just didn't try.
isaac left he anger aspect to nax, anyway. he was pissed off at the world for some unknown reason and it was plainly obvious to isaac. he wasn't going to push the issue, however, because if nax wanted to talk about it he would. so when nax clearly avoided the question isaac had asked him, isaac ignored it as well. instead, isaac grabbed the date book and handed it over to nax. well, your earliest is at one, he said slowly. i kind of wanted to get some sleep tonight so i figured, you know, you wouldn't want your first appointment early. isaac shrugged and bit his lip. he grabbed the bottle of vodka off the coffee table and pressed it to his lips, taking in a big gulp and relishing as it burned it's way down his throat. and um.. i was thinking.. isaac trailed off and shrugged. i could come into the shop tomorrow? i don't get out much and i know.. i know i probably should start.. living again. he sighed and watched the tv for a moment. i want to be able to go out.. to be like we were before. isaac smiles softly at nax and reached out, lacing their fingers together.
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