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muserevival - 083.2 || Muse Prompt (Quote)
"We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays." - Persius
Chase hadn't been home to Australia for a good five years, give or take. But recently, a strange sensation of homesickness had been creeping up on him and because he felt the urge to act on it, he figured it was more than just the shitty cold weather causing it. He had no intentions of visiting family because he wasn't particularly close to any of them. He just wanted to plant his feet on some Aussie sand, have a decent beer, a barbie, and surf.
( Having a few weeks off after Christmas and not an iota of a clue what he should do to fill it, he knew he had to go somewhere. So, why not just upsticks home for awhile? )
- Connor Walsh istheyremembermine, and used with love and permission
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Chase hadn't been home to Australia for a good five years, give or take. But recently, a strange sensation of homesickness had been creeping up on him and because he felt the urge to act on it, he figured it was more than just the shitty cold weather causing it. He had no intentions of visiting family because he wasn't particularly close to any of them. He just wanted to plant his feet on some Aussie sand, have a decent beer, a barbie, and surf.
( Having a few weeks off after Christmas and not an iota of a clue what he should do to fill it, he knew he had to go somewhere. So, why not just upsticks home for awhile? )
- Connor Walsh is
theyremembermine, and used with love and permissionHERE @
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ooc: australia :(
My thoughts are with the hostages being held in Sydney. To realise how much one takes their beautiful country for granted is heartbreaking.
DRABBLE CHALLENGE || Table 2 x 100 Drabbles - #43
LAUGH
Chase would never admit that he missed House. It wasn’t in a way that people missed lost loved ones. More in a way of House being such a giant pain in the arse constant in his life for so long that there was a void. Maybe there always would be.
After lingering suspicions that House faked his own death, suddenly out of the blue he received an unsigned Christmas card in the post with Santa mooning the receiver with his giant pale arse. Chase just closed his eyes with a long-suffering shake of his head. All he could do was laugh.
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Chase would never admit that he missed House. It wasn’t in a way that people missed lost loved ones. More in a way of House being such a giant pain in the arse constant in his life for so long that there was a void. Maybe there always would be.
After lingering suspicions that House faked his own death, suddenly out of the blue he received an unsigned Christmas card in the post with Santa mooning the receiver with his giant pale arse. Chase just closed his eyes with a long-suffering shake of his head. All he could do was laugh.
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@ muserevival - 082.5 || Ten Things
Ten pictures that encapture you and your life
( Cheerleaders are the best part of basketball. Without them, you just have...basketball. )
( Cheerleaders are the best part of basketball. Without them, you just have...basketball. )
DRABBLE CHALLENGE || Table 2 x 100 Drabbles - #67
CARESS
Chase had spent many nights lying awake alone with his thoughts as he stared blankly at the ceiling, sleep evading him. Insomnia had attacked again, only this time, he wasn’t lying in his own bed. He glanced over at the naked, sleeping body beside him for a few moments, pausing in the absent-minded toying of the St. Christopher’s Medal on the chain around his neck.
He rolled onto his side, shifting closer to Connor and softly caressed his bare shoulder. He missed this intimate and peaceful solitude with someone, and now he really didn’t want to let it go again…
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Chase had spent many nights lying awake alone with his thoughts as he stared blankly at the ceiling, sleep evading him. Insomnia had attacked again, only this time, he wasn’t lying in his own bed. He glanced over at the naked, sleeping body beside him for a few moments, pausing in the absent-minded toying of the St. Christopher’s Medal on the chain around his neck.
He rolled onto his side, shifting closer to Connor and softly caressed his bare shoulder. He missed this intimate and peaceful solitude with someone, and now he really didn’t want to let it go again…
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muserevival || Progress Table@ muserevival - 081.1 || Lyrics Prompt
"I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms."
• Into My Arms, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Chase had made so many trips to Philadelphia in the last few weeks that he could practically drive the route on auto-pilot. Not quite as auto-pilot as the time he was driving home from a long and hard nightshift, accidentally fell asleep at the wheel and nearly slammed into the back of a pick-up truck. Sometimes it paid to sleep in your car a bit before you actually turned on the engine, no matter how short the drive was.
( He had a couple of days off to kill and even though he hadn't actually told Connor his trips to Philly weren't just booty calls but checking to make sure he was okay, he wasn't too proud to take the perks with the job at hand... )
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But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms."
• Into My Arms, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Chase had made so many trips to Philadelphia in the last few weeks that he could practically drive the route on auto-pilot. Not quite as auto-pilot as the time he was driving home from a long and hard nightshift, accidentally fell asleep at the wheel and nearly slammed into the back of a pick-up truck. Sometimes it paid to sleep in your car a bit before you actually turned on the engine, no matter how short the drive was.
( He had a couple of days off to kill and even though he hadn't actually told Connor his trips to Philly weren't just booty calls but checking to make sure he was okay, he wasn't too proud to take the perks with the job at hand... )
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@ muserevival - 080.5 || Ten Things
Ten things you've done that you shouldn't have
1) Kissed a 9 year old dying patient
2) Got married for the wrong reasons
3) Screwed my high and tripping colleague
4) Hit my boss (but shit, it felt good)
5) Gone to work after I heard my dad kicked the bucket
6) Screwed a prospective nun
7) Screwed a seminary's groundskeepers' wife
8) London pub crawl nudie run
9) Lost my virginity to someone three times my age
10)Murder Euthanasia
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1) Kissed a 9 year old dying patient
2) Got married for the wrong reasons
3) Screwed my high and tripping colleague
4) Hit my boss (but shit, it felt good)
5) Gone to work after I heard my dad kicked the bucket
6) Screwed a prospective nun
7) Screwed a seminary's groundskeepers' wife
8) London pub crawl nudie run
9) Lost my virginity to someone three times my age
10)
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muserevival@ muserevival - 080.2 || Quote prompt
"If you aren't in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret." - Jim Carrey
( contains spoilers for How To Get Away With Murder )
Chase stood by his bedroom window just on sunrise, looking out into the bleak morning as the rain poured outside. The weather was fitting for the night he had and there was no doubt a tension headache was making itself known like a tight band clamped around his forehead. But he made a promise that he was going to keep it, and as he put his cell phone to his ear, listening to the rings, he glanced over at his bed where Connor was sprawled on his stomach beneath the mess of sheets and quilt with his dark hair hanging in his eyes.
( The line connected and he glanced away, back to the miserable view outside... )
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Chase stood by his bedroom window just on sunrise, looking out into the bleak morning as the rain poured outside. The weather was fitting for the night he had and there was no doubt a tension headache was making itself known like a tight band clamped around his forehead. But he made a promise that he was going to keep it, and as he put his cell phone to his ear, listening to the rings, he glanced over at his bed where Connor was sprawled on his stomach beneath the mess of sheets and quilt with his dark hair hanging in his eyes.
( The line connected and he glanced away, back to the miserable view outside... )
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muserevival (follows THIS)with theyremembermine || "All your secrets and your lies..."
[ In the wake of THIS @ wayswithwords, follows end of How To Get Away With Murder 1x09 ]
Despite Connor's best attempts to get information out of Chase about one of their patients, who apparently killed someone in Philadelphia and then drove to Princeton (for some reason) and keeled over at the wheel, driving his car into a children's playground, his efforts were fruitless. At least, fruitless to that intention. Chase had been extremely tight-lipped with the information, not revealing anything and holding firm on his doctor-patient confidentiality, but he still ended up fucking Connor.
And so what? He had needs, and one of those was the fact he was constantly horny without an outlet of late. Whatever small things that had started had fizzled out before they turned into anything serious. Not that he was looking for something serious. He wasn't... at least, he didn't think so. He was divorced and all his past relationships had bombed, so there was that. But still, he had always been a romantic at heart, and maybe he was looking without realising? All he knew was that before Connor came along, even casual sex had been boring.
Though, Connor was very similar to him. Not just in personality, but in the do-anything-to-win ambition and dry sarcasm. Maybe the opposites attract was total bullshit, and what he needed was someone the same as him to challenge him and keep it interesting. Which is what happened when Connor showed up. They had fucked a few times now, and even though Chase expected him to lose interest when the patient was diagnosed and discharged from hospital, it didn't. In fact, only a week ago, they had met up in a hotel halfway between Philadelphia and Princeton for a really hot fuck... or five. Chase was late to work the next day, and didn't give a flying fuck about it.
He hadn't given Connor his home address, and vice-versa. All in all, they barely knew anything about each other beyond the Aussie doctor and law student thing. Chase was leaving work that night, planning on hitting the sack early. He was just checking his backed up text messages on his phone and unlocking his Jeep when suddenly Connor seemed to appear out of the shadows on the sidewalk and made Chase nearly shit himself. "What the fuck?!" he gasped in shock, hoping he wasn't about to have a heart attack. It was two beats of a pause, if that, where he quickly gave Connor the once over and he looked like hell. "... are you high? I've fucked someone on drugs in the past, and let's just say, it was a hot mess, so I'm not keen."
wayswithwords, follows end of How To Get Away With Murder 1x09 ]Despite Connor's best attempts to get information out of Chase about one of their patients, who apparently killed someone in Philadelphia and then drove to Princeton (for some reason) and keeled over at the wheel, driving his car into a children's playground, his efforts were fruitless. At least, fruitless to that intention. Chase had been extremely tight-lipped with the information, not revealing anything and holding firm on his doctor-patient confidentiality, but he still ended up fucking Connor.
And so what? He had needs, and one of those was the fact he was constantly horny without an outlet of late. Whatever small things that had started had fizzled out before they turned into anything serious. Not that he was looking for something serious. He wasn't... at least, he didn't think so. He was divorced and all his past relationships had bombed, so there was that. But still, he had always been a romantic at heart, and maybe he was looking without realising? All he knew was that before Connor came along, even casual sex had been boring.
Though, Connor was very similar to him. Not just in personality, but in the do-anything-to-win ambition and dry sarcasm. Maybe the opposites attract was total bullshit, and what he needed was someone the same as him to challenge him and keep it interesting. Which is what happened when Connor showed up. They had fucked a few times now, and even though Chase expected him to lose interest when the patient was diagnosed and discharged from hospital, it didn't. In fact, only a week ago, they had met up in a hotel halfway between Philadelphia and Princeton for a really hot fuck... or five. Chase was late to work the next day, and didn't give a flying fuck about it.
He hadn't given Connor his home address, and vice-versa. All in all, they barely knew anything about each other beyond the Aussie doctor and law student thing. Chase was leaving work that night, planning on hitting the sack early. He was just checking his backed up text messages on his phone and unlocking his Jeep when suddenly Connor seemed to appear out of the shadows on the sidewalk and made Chase nearly shit himself. "What the fuck?!" he gasped in shock, hoping he wasn't about to have a heart attack. It was two beats of a pause, if that, where he quickly gave Connor the once over and he looked like hell. "... are you high? I've fucked someone on drugs in the past, and let's just say, it was a hot mess, so I'm not keen."
DRABBLE CHALLENGE || Table 2 x 100 Drabbles - #42
MEMORY
Chase didn’t have many of good memories. He always thought a time would come in his life where a happy memory was just as common as getting up and having a successful day at work. But he was still waiting, and he knew he mostly had no one to blame but himself.
He had lots of regrets. Not just from his own mistakes, but from failures of his family too. Going at life alone was supposed to have been a fresh, hopeful start. Now time was ticking away more quickly than ever. He was well overdue for these happy memories.
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Chase didn’t have many of good memories. He always thought a time would come in his life where a happy memory was just as common as getting up and having a successful day at work. But he was still waiting, and he knew he mostly had no one to blame but himself.
He had lots of regrets. Not just from his own mistakes, but from failures of his family too. Going at life alone was supposed to have been a fresh, hopeful start. Now time was ticking away more quickly than ever. He was well overdue for these happy memories.
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muserevival (follows THIS) || Progress TableDRABBLE CHALLENGE || Table 2 x 100 Drabbles - #95
BEER
These days, Chase found himself sometimes having a drink alone. Sure, it was probably pathetic, but possibly also symbolic of how he was currently feeling in his life. He sat at the bar alone nursing a beer, occasionally glancing at the TV where an Aussie footy game played that he sweet-talked his way into having it switched to.
Only this time, he was here to think. Think alot. He couldn’t get his mind off someone that was right under his nose all this time and now, he was trying to figure out what the hell he should do about it.
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These days, Chase found himself sometimes having a drink alone. Sure, it was probably pathetic, but possibly also symbolic of how he was currently feeling in his life. He sat at the bar alone nursing a beer, occasionally glancing at the TV where an Aussie footy game played that he sweet-talked his way into having it switched to.
Only this time, he was here to think. Think alot. He couldn’t get his mind off someone that was right under his nose all this time and now, he was trying to figure out what the hell he should do about it.
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With itsrainingmen || Playing doctor...
Follows THIS
It took way longer than anticipated for Chase to get all his end-of-case paperwork done. It had been a longer case, with a ridiculous amount of investigatory examinations, along with the patient crashing no less than 8 times for the duration. Luckily, he managed to have a 'House moment' where it hit him what was going on, and once they realised what it was, it was one of those things that felt stupid that it took so long to figure out. But that was the name of the game, after all.
He was worried about Alex, though. The guy had a perfect attendance record, and he never even showed up late. For him to take a sick day, it had to have meant he was pretty laid up. Considering everything that had happened between them, Chase needed to go see that he was okay because he had been thinking about it a hell of a lot since it happened. As promised, he sent Alex a text when he was leaving the hospital and was now on the doorstep of Alex's apartment, ringing the buzzer. Alex hadn't replied to the text, so there was a chance he was sleeping it off. Checking his watch, he decided he'd only wait a few and wouldn't ring again. He didn't want to wake Alex if he was asleep.
It took way longer than anticipated for Chase to get all his end-of-case paperwork done. It had been a longer case, with a ridiculous amount of investigatory examinations, along with the patient crashing no less than 8 times for the duration. Luckily, he managed to have a 'House moment' where it hit him what was going on, and once they realised what it was, it was one of those things that felt stupid that it took so long to figure out. But that was the name of the game, after all.
He was worried about Alex, though. The guy had a perfect attendance record, and he never even showed up late. For him to take a sick day, it had to have meant he was pretty laid up. Considering everything that had happened between them, Chase needed to go see that he was okay because he had been thinking about it a hell of a lot since it happened. As promised, he sent Alex a text when he was leaving the hospital and was now on the doorstep of Alex's apartment, ringing the buzzer. Alex hadn't replied to the text, so there was a chance he was sleeping it off. Checking his watch, he decided he'd only wait a few and wouldn't ring again. He didn't want to wake Alex if he was asleep.