🎶⋆ ̊ Feel Anything

Maverick was sitting under the Lamplighter statue when Jordan found him and brought him to Dusty’s.

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Maverick sits on the ground in front of the Lamplighter statue, unwilling to put his bare ass on the base out of respect for the man it represents, but still desiring a sense of closeness. “You know, they keep trying to get me to run for student council...” he scoffs lightly, taking another drag from his joint and staring up at the sky. He holds it for a few moments before finally exhaling, not feeling guilty as the wind blows the smoke into the statue’s face. Conrad would have teased him about not giving him a proper drag, but he wouldn’t have been mad. “I don’t get why they’d want that, I barely keep my wing from burning down half the time and only enforce rules that will get us all in trouble,” he continues to ramble, looking down at the paper in his fingers, floating in the air if anyone looked at him.

“ , you know, what you did was selfish, right?” His voice is weak, a slight waver in it. He’s had three years to work through it, and what was once anger has simmered to a hollowness in his chest. Honestly, he’d prefer anger, he’d prefer feeling *something**, even if it was less than optimal.

Another drag.

“Born a , die a bigger one, I guess,” he muses, standing and reaching out to pat the statue’s leg. It’s not malicious, it’s probably something his dad would have said if he lived long enough to see this. It’s coping. It’s keeping their memory alive when most people only see their titles as representations of the largest pharmaceutical company in the world instead of the real men behind the powers. A loving dad and uncle. Two men who were taken far too soon.

Maverick is startled out of that downward spiral by a hand on his shoulder, though he soon relaxes when he sees it’s just Jordan, offering them a lazy half hug. “Hey, man, I didn’t see you.”

Jordan chuckles, slinging an arm up over his shoulders and dragging him along with them as they keep walking. “You didn’t see me? You’re the invisible one,” they joke, “I’m officially abducting you, though. Party at Dusty’s, you need to stop sulking anyway,” they reach out with their other hand to gently pat Maverick’s chest before plucking the joint out of his fingers, gaining little protest.

“I wasn’t sulking.”

“Either sulking or trying to molest a statue’s leg,” they respond lightheartedly, the smoke escaping their mouth as they speak, “Regardless, nothing but good can come of this. I’ll be there with you, so don’t worry about anyone trying to start shit over Sloane.”

Maverick rolls his eyes and snorts, “I don’t give a shit what they say about her, or me, for that matter... she enjoys being the unofficial school mascot and getting her own mattress to sleep on...” he mutters, taking the joint back.

Jordan laughs lightly, “She really gets the Princess treatment, huh?”

“Anything for my ‘girlfriend’,” he finally jokes back. What started as a joke turned into a rumor, but he doesn’t give a damn, it means less people bothering him, and that’s a win in his book.

“Well, don’t worry about her tonight, maybe you’ll find someone with less wool and who spits less to bring to your bed tonight,” another pat to the chest.

Maverick doesn’t really have anything to say to that, since she does have wool, and while llamas don’t spit much unless threatened, she’s a sassy little thing that spits at him if he doesn’t get up early enough to have her food ready for her before she wakes up. So, the rest of the walk is silent. He likes Jordan a lot, they don’t have to fill the silence and when they get to the house, they’re quick to fix him a drink and shove it in his hands.

“To Lamplighter and Translucent,” they say, topping off their own red solo cup before holding it out to bump with Maverick’s.

Maverick hesitates for a moment, feeling a bit awkward even though they find him practically every time and always try to cheer him up. “To Dad and Conrad,” he finally says, bumping their cups before they both begin to drink.

Here’s to feeling something.

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❝Didn't think I'd see the rest of the year

I'm starting to hate it here

Go to bed and watch me disappear

For days on end...

...Don't stop, get a drink

Throw up in the kitchеn sink

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel❞

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