SAD SOULMATE AU

[crimeson]

[So hey, Kaine is being released from prison! But first he's gotta meet his parole officer. Of course, Kaine is in a pretty high security class, so they probably assigned him some hardass who'd shove him back in prison at the drop of a hat...

But when he's brought to the meeting room, the door opens on a handsome redhead balancing his chair on two legs, hands folded behind his head. He's in uniform for now, looks pretty nice all buttoned up, but his vibes are still so casual when he brings the chair back down on all four legs and raises a hand in a wave.]

Heya!

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[markofkaine]

[Oh a news report on Spider-man. Kaine pauses, watching the screen. Randy wouldn't be able to see the enraptured look in his eyes, but from where he's sitting on the floor, he almost looks like a little kid with his face up against the TV.

...

His file did say he fought Spider-man a lot.]

[crimeson]

[....huh.]

You like Spidey?

[markofkaine]

[Scoffs,]

He doesn't like me.

[crimeson]

Is that why you fought so much?

[markofkaine]

[Ssssssip]

One reason.

[crimeson]

Hm. I won't pry, then.

[markofkaine]

[As usual, Spider-man is controversial. Hero or menace, etc. God this newscaster is annoying.

The whiskey burns Kaine's throat, but it's a nice burn...]

...I wonder if he knows I'm out.

[crimeson]

Depends on if anyone in the know has any idea how to contact him, really. We've tried to keep it outta the news.

[markofkaine]

Probably doesn't care, then.

[...SIIIIP.]

[crimeson]

. . .

[reaches to pat his shoulder]

[markofkaine]

After aaaall I've done for him.

[His head rooolls back onto the seat of the couch and uh

it is fully red.

He's drunk already.]

[crimeson]

...How are you such a lightweight at your size...

Don't say anythin' you'll regret, okay?

[markofkaine]

I died for him, y'know.

I was dead.

[hic]

[crimeson]

I dunno how seriously to take anything you're saying! Sounds fucked up though.

[but keeps patting his shoulder.]

[markofkaine]

I thought it meant something to him....... when he ca, called me...

[just gonna down the rest of this cup]

[crimeson]

Hoookay, I think you're gonna be pissed if you remember this, so let's change the subject! What kinda girls do you like?

[markofkaine]

Wuh...?

[Blinks. Blearily. His brain's trying to catch up.]

[crimeson]

Y'know, cuties! What're you into?

[markofkaine]

...............................


[the sound of rusty cogs trying to turn]

I liked... Louise...

[crimeson]

Yeah? What was Louise like?

[he's assuming a breakup,]

[markofkaine]

She was... first person t'say she loved me. I thought, she... she was my light in the darkness.

[Peering into the glass like. where did the alcohol go? why isn't there more. Despair.]

Then I killed her.

[crimeson]

[oh

OH]

...What a shitty thing to have in common.

[markofkaine]

[Whimpers drunkenly,]

I HAD to.

[crimeson]

[slides down off the couch to sling an arm over Kaine's shoulders.]

I'm sorry.

[markofkaine]

[Oh. he's being touched.

without even meaning to, he leans into it - hungry for even half an embrace, like it was the only blanket in a snowstorm.]

Was just more darkness. S'no light for someone like me.