Red Snow

Sweet William -- Ch.3

"You couldn't fucking pay me enough to."

Frank snarked back at the other. Looking on to the raging snowstorm outside as he heard the other make a sound of exaggerated disgust followed by a laugh. His own lips twisting into a smile as he took back the cigarette. Letting it sit between his fingertips as his arm rest back upon the couch.

".... I have a trial coming up."

He said with slight hesitations. With it, a silence drift over the resort as the world they 'lived' in went still. Nothing to be heard but the soft crackling of the fireplace as moonstone eyes met the miss-matched peridot and amber of his friend.

"....You can't."

Joey spoke up. Breaking the silence with his hushed voice, soaked in broken worry and displeasure at the news. Trials where always something to worry about. The task of killing people. In it's self it was a dangerous job with no predictions of what could happen.

"I have to--"

"NO."

"Joey that isin't your fucking call."

Frank spat back at the other, face stern and cold as he huffed. He knew the risks as well as any other in the group. Though he was not on the surviving side, Being a killer had it's own problems. Survivors could fight back, they could over power the killer and even if empowered enough. Kill them.

At least, so he had heard.

In the short time they had been here, he had never witnessed such a thing and he never wanted to.

"Frank.."

Joey's voice cut through the thick blanket of Frank's thoughts, reconnecting their eye contact as he looked on to the worried and downcast face of the other. It always struck him in a way. To see Joey like this. Raising a tattooed and bandaged hand, he hesitated to touch the other's face. Opting to rest upon his shoulder instead.

"I'll be fine. I promise i'll be safe and if those fucker's give me so much as an issue i'll gut their asses."

"You really promise?"

"I really fuckin' promise."

Letting go, he took one final drag of his smoke and handed it over before getting up. Hearing the soft splashing of water as the girls rejoined them in the main room. One half dressed and the other looking like she'd never heard of clothes in her life.

"Julie wear a fucking shirt or some shit, your tit'sll drop the fuck off if you dont."

"Oh sit on a dick Frank. All my stuff is soaked in blood. Anyway, Susie's grabbing me something."

Julie replied shortly with a smile, flipping off Frank as she followed the pinkette upstairs and leaving the two to look at each other and shake their heads miserably.

"Fucking women..."

"Hah, She's your girlfriend man."

"Oh fuck off, she was your friend longer."

A smile laid upon both their lips as Frank unzipped his jacket, taking it off to settle against the side of the couch. Relaxing in his sweater as he pulled up the blanket Joey had tucked him into earlier. Watching with a stifled yawn as the other grabbed the before mentioned herbs and some scraps of paper that had once been a survivor's map. Using it to make small blunts like they would in the past.

"Don't you go falling asleep again Frank."

"Hah.. yeah right.. I'm not even."

He barely got the sentence out before his eyes began to drift, the lazy and overly cozy conditions lulling him softly away to nothing. Far from hearing what ever Joey was mumbling about to him as he fell back asleep.

"You've been sleeping a lot more then usual bro... it's kinda worrying to be honest. Have you bee--"

Joey was cut off shortly with a defeated sigh as he looked back to the leader of their legion. A soft smile gracing his lips as he stopped what he was doing and dragged the blanket Frank was using, up and over tired shoulders.

Sitting back upon the old couch beside his friend, he watched him sleep. There was a truth to what he had been saying, weather Frank had heard him say it or not. He was sleeping far more than normal. Something that Joey recognized when things where tough at home for his friend. However, they weren't living that life anymore. Frank was free from the neglect of his foster father. At least, Joey assumed he was.

Cozying up to the other, Joey let out a sigh and cleared his mind. Raising a strong arm to rest against the top of the couch, just behind Franks head. Letting his fingers mindlessly play with the dark thick locks of hair that he loved.

"...Why can't you just tell me when you're hurting..?"

"I wish you'd let be here with you.. Not just... for you."

"I wish you'd let me lov.."