Tattoos, Epilogue
Hannibal tried to be quite as he opened the door to the motel room. He hoped that Murdock at least was sleeping. Even with a Kevlar helmet, the bullet to the head wasn't good for his sleep deprived pilot. The numerous plastic bags hanging off his arm contained a limited number of supplies that he had managed to get for the four of them. Putting the on the dresser, he looked at the large bed.
Murdock lay on his side, facing the door. His head was turned so that his face was smashed into the pillow, giving Hannibal a clear view of the purple owl on his shoulder. Face was spooned behind him, arm around the pilot's waist, leg thrown over Murdock's. Blue Phoenix shining from his calf. Bosco was slotted in behind Face. One arm under Face's head, the other cupping the conman's hip. The black outline of the badger visible over Face's shoulder.
Hannibal sighed happily at the sight of his boys together. Since Lynch had broken him out of prison, there had always been plans to make, no time for him to be with his boys. His shirt was quickly discarded. And as his hands pushed his pants and undergarments down, his fingers traced his right hip. Following the three interconnected circles. First the black, blue and the purple before finally, in the spot the three circle became one, the Claddagh ring.
Looking back to the bed, he saw that Face, always the lightest sleeper, had his hand outstretched. He took Face's hand and slipped into the space that was made between Face and Bosco. Murdock scrambled over the conman to settle himself on Hannibal's chest. Four sets of legs found a way to comfortably entwine. Bosco and Face threw an arm over the pilot's waist as they nudged closer to the Boss. With another happy sigh, Hannibal drifted off the sleep with the thought that his boys were with him and safe.
Murdock lay on his side, facing the door. His head was turned so that his face was smashed into the pillow, giving Hannibal a clear view of the purple owl on his shoulder. Face was spooned behind him, arm around the pilot's waist, leg thrown over Murdock's. Blue Phoenix shining from his calf. Bosco was slotted in behind Face. One arm under Face's head, the other cupping the conman's hip. The black outline of the badger visible over Face's shoulder.
Hannibal sighed happily at the sight of his boys together. Since Lynch had broken him out of prison, there had always been plans to make, no time for him to be with his boys. His shirt was quickly discarded. And as his hands pushed his pants and undergarments down, his fingers traced his right hip. Following the three interconnected circles. First the black, blue and the purple before finally, in the spot the three circle became one, the Claddagh ring.
Looking back to the bed, he saw that Face, always the lightest sleeper, had his hand outstretched. He took Face's hand and slipped into the space that was made between Face and Bosco. Murdock scrambled over the conman to settle himself on Hannibal's chest. Four sets of legs found a way to comfortably entwine. Bosco and Face threw an arm over the pilot's waist as they nudged closer to the Boss. With another happy sigh, Hannibal drifted off the sleep with the thought that his boys were with him and safe.