musebyquotes | 2.4. David Assael quote
2.4. "They say that blood is thicker than water. Maybe that's why we battle our own with more energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers."
- David Assael
Co-written with pullmysteth
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
Josh knew enough to know Riley was serious in his distracted but pointed dismissal and he didn't stick around to wait for the fireworks. Probably more like he didn't actually want to be witness to murder, but Riley had no intentions of killing Luke until he at least got some answers. He still had a forceful grip on the front of Luke's shirt and his eyes were narrowed as he glared at the other man. "You don't want to hurt her, Jackson. Trust me on that," he finally growled once they were alone. "What are you playing at?" he demanded, giving Luke another pointed shove into the fence.
"I can't do this!" Luke repeated, for what felt like the eight hundredth time in half an hour. "I thought I could, but I can't! I'm not ready!"
"Cut the bullshit, Luke!" Riley shouted, gripping Luke's shirt tighter. "You either want to be with her or you don't! This is just to make official! It's a celebration! No one is fucking asking you to slice your balls off and sacrifice them to her on a bloody altar! You agreed to marry her because you want to spend the rest of your life with her! You. said. yes. You practiced the vows. 'Forsaking all others'. Do you know what that means?! Do you fucking know, Luke?! It means just you and Tab, no one else, because that's what getting married is! It's promising to be with someone because they mean the goddamn world to you and you don't want to live without them!"
Luke put a hand up and rubbed it over his face. "But it's not just Tab and me, is it?! It's you and Evie, and a fucking a hundred guests shoved into a house that already feels like it's suffocating me! Everything feels so goddamn rushed and urgent for every other reason than Tab and me! It's alright for you and Evie! You're fucking ready! But this is not me!"
Riley just stared at him in disbelief for all of ten seconds before he finally exploded again. "WHAT IS YOU IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT, ARSEHOLE! Mate! Come on! I'm HIV Positive! I had to come in a cup last week so my fucking sperm could be washed and planted artificially into Evie this week on the off chance that she might get pregnant if it maybe works and you’re chickening out on this wedding because it's suffocating you?! Welcome to the fucking club! Life is fucking suffocating when important things are happening! I have to get married! I want to get married! You had me under the delusion that you felt the same way about Tab as I do for Evie and that maybe today was going to finally be a fucking happy time for us. A special time in our lives that all four of us could share just for the fuck of it! Because we can! Because getting married isn't the end, it's the fucking start and I want you in my family! I want you to take care of my sister because I love you like a goddamn brother! I trust you and I don't fucking trust many people with her!" He let go of Luke's shirt to angrily pace one way and then the other before he had Luke shoved up against the fence again. "By the way, you hurt my sister and fuck her over, I’ll shove the disco ball so far up your arse you'll be sneezing fucking Bee Gees songs!"
"I..." Luke began, faltering at Riley's words. "I don't mean to hurt her. I don't mean to hurt you," he added, his voice quiet and shaky.
Riley released his grip on Luke's collar again and stepped back. He continued to glare, though, his green eyes flashing as he tried to decide what he should do or say next. "Make a fucking decision, Jackson," he said in a low growl, pointing back at the guest house. "You either go back there right now and explain to her that this is too fast for you, and you better fucking pray she forgives you for letting it get this far and letting her hope and get excited, or you show up at the wedding in five minutes and damn well marry her because you love her. If you don't do either of those, you leave and you never so much as come ten feet near her again or I'll smash you within in an inch of your friggen life. It's all or nothing, Jackson, and yeah, it's fucking scary. But suck it up," he snapped. "If you love her, you fucking respect her like she deserves. You don't get to hurt her like this. No one does." He spared Luke another intense look, his green eyes unreadable now, and then turned, stalking back up the drive to where the wedding would take place... with or without Lucas Jackson.
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 822
- David Assael
Co-written with pullmysteth
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
Josh knew enough to know Riley was serious in his distracted but pointed dismissal and he didn't stick around to wait for the fireworks. Probably more like he didn't actually want to be witness to murder, but Riley had no intentions of killing Luke until he at least got some answers. He still had a forceful grip on the front of Luke's shirt and his eyes were narrowed as he glared at the other man. "You don't want to hurt her, Jackson. Trust me on that," he finally growled once they were alone. "What are you playing at?" he demanded, giving Luke another pointed shove into the fence.
"I can't do this!" Luke repeated, for what felt like the eight hundredth time in half an hour. "I thought I could, but I can't! I'm not ready!"
"Cut the bullshit, Luke!" Riley shouted, gripping Luke's shirt tighter. "You either want to be with her or you don't! This is just to make official! It's a celebration! No one is fucking asking you to slice your balls off and sacrifice them to her on a bloody altar! You agreed to marry her because you want to spend the rest of your life with her! You. said. yes. You practiced the vows. 'Forsaking all others'. Do you know what that means?! Do you fucking know, Luke?! It means just you and Tab, no one else, because that's what getting married is! It's promising to be with someone because they mean the goddamn world to you and you don't want to live without them!"
Luke put a hand up and rubbed it over his face. "But it's not just Tab and me, is it?! It's you and Evie, and a fucking a hundred guests shoved into a house that already feels like it's suffocating me! Everything feels so goddamn rushed and urgent for every other reason than Tab and me! It's alright for you and Evie! You're fucking ready! But this is not me!"
Riley just stared at him in disbelief for all of ten seconds before he finally exploded again. "WHAT IS YOU IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT, ARSEHOLE! Mate! Come on! I'm HIV Positive! I had to come in a cup last week so my fucking sperm could be washed and planted artificially into Evie this week on the off chance that she might get pregnant if it maybe works and you’re chickening out on this wedding because it's suffocating you?! Welcome to the fucking club! Life is fucking suffocating when important things are happening! I have to get married! I want to get married! You had me under the delusion that you felt the same way about Tab as I do for Evie and that maybe today was going to finally be a fucking happy time for us. A special time in our lives that all four of us could share just for the fuck of it! Because we can! Because getting married isn't the end, it's the fucking start and I want you in my family! I want you to take care of my sister because I love you like a goddamn brother! I trust you and I don't fucking trust many people with her!" He let go of Luke's shirt to angrily pace one way and then the other before he had Luke shoved up against the fence again. "By the way, you hurt my sister and fuck her over, I’ll shove the disco ball so far up your arse you'll be sneezing fucking Bee Gees songs!"
"I..." Luke began, faltering at Riley's words. "I don't mean to hurt her. I don't mean to hurt you," he added, his voice quiet and shaky.
Riley released his grip on Luke's collar again and stepped back. He continued to glare, though, his green eyes flashing as he tried to decide what he should do or say next. "Make a fucking decision, Jackson," he said in a low growl, pointing back at the guest house. "You either go back there right now and explain to her that this is too fast for you, and you better fucking pray she forgives you for letting it get this far and letting her hope and get excited, or you show up at the wedding in five minutes and damn well marry her because you love her. If you don't do either of those, you leave and you never so much as come ten feet near her again or I'll smash you within in an inch of your friggen life. It's all or nothing, Jackson, and yeah, it's fucking scary. But suck it up," he snapped. "If you love her, you fucking respect her like she deserves. You don't get to hurt her like this. No one does." He spared Luke another intense look, his green eyes unreadable now, and then turned, stalking back up the drive to where the wedding would take place... with or without Lucas Jackson.
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 822