haze, prof. albrecht
he/him
thirty-three
january 2
hammerlocke, galar
forever tethered
archivist / professor
exec. (researcher)
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. these, our bodies, possessed by light.
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hazel albrecht
fix you. [m]
POSTED ON Jun 13, 2023 18:56:51 GMT
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As much as Hazel would like to claim he was adept at taking care of himself…he would be lying. After decades of medical care, he’d adapted bad habits in the years he’d spent on his own. Pushing too far, ignoring warning signs until they were impossible to look away from. It was always only then that he reluctantly nursed himself back into a functional state, and he only went to the doctor if it truly couldn’t be avoided.[break][break]
So it was for the better that Hugo was there to keep him in line, even if there were many embarrassing instances where doing so turned Hazel childish and petulant, like a kid refusing to take cough syrup. He always felt guilty afterward for the arguments he caused by being a problem. By always being burdensome to the other. There were dark thoughts he didn’t often voice—resentments for himself than for the attention Hugo pressed upon him in bouts of overprotectiveness.[break][break]
Wouldn’t you be happier without me to worry about? Wouldn’t it be easier for you if I wasn’t around to hold you back?[break][break]
Hazel was too selfish—another thing he detested in himself. It ached too much to consider letting Hugo go. Not that he’d ever asked for such a thing, but Hazel knew he struggled. He wasn’t oblivious. He knew this reminded his partner of Leá.[break][break]
“Yes, again,” he admitted quietly, too worn out to really insist he was fine. And he was quick to amend when he detected reluctance in Hugo’s tone. “Not to stay, and you can take me there. I’d just like some of the books I keep there. Thank you.” He leaned against him again, too warm forehead pressing against the side of Hugo’s face briefly before Hazel took the tea cup.[break][break]
“I would just like to get some fresh air, and pick them out myself. That’s all.” Mug cradled in both hands, he turned to go sit. In the kitchen nook, where the bay windows let in warm afternoon light. It sounded nice, and though he could probably find somewhere else more comfortable to curl up, Hazel found himself unwilling to drift far from Hugo’s side. Maybe if this cleared up some of the fog in his head, they could play a pointless game of cards, or chip away at a puzzle.[break][break]
He was just turning to make the suggestion when it felt like his head practically short-circuited. His brain blanked out, and his vision swam as vertigo seized him. “H—“ Abrupt as the sudden onset was, he wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Vision tunneling and spitting, he was only aware of the sudden, prickling lick of heat that crawled up the back of his neck and the turn of nausea that meant he was inevitably about to pass out.[break][break]
Hot tea splashed over his hands, but he didn’t register it. Nor did the sound of ceramic hitting the kitchen tiles. He tried to turn to look at his husband, to make his mouth work. Oh. Something isn’t right. It was probably pitiful to see—the inability to catch himself as he went slack. A short-lived burst of pain as the side of his head connected with the table edge before everything cut to jarring dark.
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