MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 117
Age:
40
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen May 6, 2024 19:15:22 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Mar 27, 2024 20:48:54 GMT
By the time arrived home it felt like his head was going to implode. He could literally feel his pulse vibrating in his skull and swirling around in his ears. By speaking to Mab he hoped a weight would be lifted off his shoulders, but it did the opposite. Now he felt dragged down by guilt. She’d given him the thing he’d been searching for since he returned. Confirmation of her feelings, but Mikey suddenly found himself scurrying away from her, quickly putting boundaries up for them. They should just be friends, he suggested. It wasn’t something he wanted, but something he felt needed to happen for his own sake. He didn’t think Mab would toss him aside, but he didn’t want her to be forced to choose between him and her dead ex-boyfriend. The dead ex-boyfriend should be her first choice. He never deserved to die and if Mab was given the chance to bring him back Mab didn't want to be the one to stand in her way. Hopefully they could slip back into how things were before, but he wasn’t sure he could climb into bed next to her and keep his hands to himself. That would be a true test, one he was sure he failed. So, no late night movie watching sleepovers for them. Just two friends who caught up over coffee and grabbed lunch together. Mab probably brushed off any concern Mikey had about the Agnellis getting to her. She was a witch afterall, but they'd find a way to get to her. She wasn’t completely bullet point. They outnumbered her with a gang made up of werewolves and one stray warlock, Nemo. If Nemo caught sight of Mab and Mikey together he’d try some avada kedavra shit. It was crazy to think for that very brief moment during their stay at the train station they worked together to try and break free. They put their problems aside for the sake of their own freedom. But now they were out, Nemo was Mikey’s enemy again. He closed the door behind him, slipping his shoes off at the door. Mikey threw his coat up on the coat stand, taking a moment to massage his temples. Why did things have to be so fucking complicated? He needed something simple, like what Chase and Roxxi had. Naturally he was craving the happiness they had with one another, but he was too damn scared to take a leap of faith with Mab. Mikey heard the noise of the television coming from the living room. He trawled off towards the living room, pushing the door open and greeting Chase with a smile. “Hey.” He threw himself down on the armchair with a sigh. Like a man who was carrying the world on his shoulders. “Mab kissed me.” He blurted out, unable to keep the news to himself a second longer, “And I just fuckin’ back out. I stood up and left.” He glanced over in Chase’s direction, “Told her I just wanna be friends. She has all this drama with an ex-boyfriend and I ain’t got the strength to be caught up in that and have my heart broken, y’know.” He sighed heavily again. It was a relief to share his problems with his brother, but it didn’t stop the guilt from eating away at him. CHASE BUCKLEY
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CHASE BUCKLEY
Demon
Posts: 139
Age:
38
Occupation:
Detective
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Roxanne Braschi
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 27, 2024 18:43:01 GMT
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Post by CHASE BUCKLEY on Apr 23, 2024 21:00:56 GMT
Heading back to the station for the last hour of his shift or sloping off home after taking his last witness statement to work from the comfort of his couch? There really was no contest. Radioing in to the station, Chase headed home. If something came up they wouldn’t hesitate to drag him back. If Roxxi had been spending tonight at his apartment, or vice versa, he might just’ve dragged his heels on it if they did. Those nights had almost felt sanctified. Doors closed, the two of them alone in the world as they tried to create that future she’d told his parents about. The job was gonna have to stop coming third in his life once all that practice paid off.
For so long everything had revolved around it. If he could get Emiliano and his people off the streets, then maybe their grip would loosen on Mikey and he could finally break his brother out of the prison they’d had him trapped in even before the robbery had gone to shit. Put in the hours, pick up enough people and eventually he’d find the start of the loose thread he could hang them all with. Bit by bit he’d started to lose his own life to it. Falling to his knees, metaphorically and literally once he’d managed to hit a raw nerve with the Agnellis. Thinking he was crawling out of town like a coward to lick his wounds, discovering he was crawling towards something so much more instead. More than ever he had something to fight for and if Nemo was still swimming around here, trying to be a shark instead of the shrimp he’d always been, he was probably gonna have to sooner rather than later.
Trailing into the apartment without his little shadow at his heels, Chase dumped his coat and boots at the door. He could’ve spent his free afternoon putting his feet up, reading the latest issue of Ultimate Spider-Man, but the start of the conversation he’d instigated with his parents around the kitchen table had been tickling at the back of his brain since. Maybe some other poor son of a bitch had ended up in the Agnellis web just the same. A pattern would give him more leverage against them, a chance for him to get Mikey’s record expunged, to wipe the slate spotlessly clean with their parents the same way he had been trying to with the rest of his life.
The hour had slipped by almost in the blink of an eye as he’d dug into the boxes to try and track down the files. In the end the only ones he’d turned up had been the clippings he’d collected about Mikey’s case. His brother’s face staring out at him from the faded pages. Had Roxxi decided to move them? Had his ma stuffed them into her purse before they’d left to stop him from putting himself back into the same sort of trouble he’d been in before?
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Chase settled in front of the TV after all. Switching on last night’s Saints game and working his way through half a bottle of beer. His brain had twitched back and forth between what he remembered of the files and those reminders of why sticking his hand in the hornet’s nest was a bad idea. He’d almost let go of it for now when he heard the apartment door open. Maybe Roxxi had decided to come over tonight anyway? Nah. His gaze ticked to the clock, the quiet sounds of a coat and shoes being shucked pinpointing it as Mikey instead.
”Hey,” Chase muttered. He lifted the bottle again, watching Mikey drop into the armchair like he had a fucking anvil tied around his neck as he took a swallow. Dark brows lifted in question, a smirk touched his lips like he could yank his chain about finally getting some after all those years of enforced celibacy. ”Congratulations.” The celebrations were apparently short lived though. Mikey had apparently high tailed it away from her like his ass was on fire instead of sticking around to make it we kissed instead of Mab kissed me.
Chase straightened up on the couch, propping his forearms on his thighs as he looked at his big brother. Being friends had always seemed like some sorta understatement on what was going on between the two of them. How many mixed-sex platonic adult friendships included sharing a bed? It’d felt like it was only a matter of time before some line was gonna be crossed, but he woulda put his money on Mikey breaking first. ”If the ex wasn’t in the picture, you’d have taken the risk?” he asked. Dragging his teeth over his lower lip, Chase studied his brother’s face. ”I’m not one to talk, you know how much drama there’s been with between Roxxi and me, but at the end of the day, I know I’m happier being with her any way I can be than I would be without her.” Maybe it’d taken him too long to realise that after the bombshell of Roxxi and … Mikey had hit, but he had in the end.
Working his teeth over his lip again, Chase wondered had deep the scars prison had left on his brother still were. Guilt had been worn out of there like an old suit for sure and he hated seeing it like an aura around his big brother. Mikey had sacrificed enough for him when they’d been kids and it hadn’t stopped since. ”Does she make you happy? You gonna be able to stay happy just being her friend?” He’d never been the sort of guy to hit a woman, in fact he’d rather break his own fucking hands than do it unless it was necessary on the job, but if the answer was no and she did end up hurting Mikey, he might have to make her pay for fucking with a good man.
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