Thread: pure i m a g i n a t i o n [fics & stuff]

size-2The jacket smelled like Jesse. It would. It was an unspoken agreement between them that they were to use separate brands of laundry detergent. Brady's was spring, Jesse's was summer and with each gust of wind he was treated to the scent of wildflowers and morning dew and, was what that? A red sun in the New Mexican desert. The scent of a man , he thought amusedly. Hooah . The wind chill was considerable for the month of May. The east coast may have known cooler Springs but not from Brady's recollection. Near the presence of water, no matter how small in quantity, it only ever seemed worse. He stood on the iconic Bow Bridge, a backdrop of various romantic comedy films. To most it was merely an impressive landmark in the man-made marvel known as Central Park but to Brady it was so much more. He'd known so many beginnings and far too many ends on this cast-iron beauty. His reflection had rippled against the waters of the lake from youth to adulthood and even now it stared back at him, pale but alive and surviving. He was always surviving. His first goodbye had been that morning when Jesse had confronted him at the door. Brady had never known a more earnest face Jesse Pinkman could hide nothing and his vulnerabilities were laid bare for the world to understand manipulate to their will. Only Brady wouldn't let them. Not now, and not ever. Yo, it's like mad early to be alive. Where you going? Out. Your specificity is such a turn on. Haha, are you proud I got that word right? His darling Jesse. Brady had spent months accepting his clinginess. Jesse was not a man capable of holding back and as such, his devotion had smothered Brady in the sweetest way. It was his love that Brady couldn't run from and these days he was finally beginning to accept that staying put was the brave thing to do. It was the right thing to do. Jesse had spared him the puppy dog eyes because he understood. He may never have been as perceptive as most, but Jesse was coming to understand Brady's needs at an admirable pace. Brady needed the space and Jesse had granted it to him. His second and third goodbyes were harder to place. The skies were darkening and light droplets were beginning to spatter all around him. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of an approaching figure. It was the scent that triggered his recognition and within moments Brady heard the light pop of an umbrella that was promptly held above his head. Brady turned his gaze and met the brilliant, dancing blues that were Jesse Pinkman's eyes. He was smiling in a way that Brady had seen him do many times. Still, it hadn't yet ceased to take his breath away. Do you not check the weather network? Like at all? It's supposed to pour like a bitch and I know you hate the rain. Brady inched away from the edge but his graceful fingertips remained on the cold banister as if he wasn't prepared to let go just yet. Jesse stepped forward and placed his free hand atop Brady's, rubbing his warm thumb over knuckles with all the tenderness of a mother hen. You okay, B? Brady waited. He didn't know what he was waiting for or if it would even come but today he was defying his reliance on science and the logical. He needed a sign and Jesse would be the one to provide it. Moments after the thought had entered Brady's troubled mind, Jesse gathered his hand in his own and brought it to his lips in a silent vow. Brady didn't need words. Everything Jesse had said to him and was still saying to him was written all over his handsome face. I love you. I love you. I love you. Brady looked past his boyfriend to where the bridge came to an end. On that very spot he had once thought he would die. He dipped his chin down and pressed it to the warm cotton of the jacket he wore. Jesse had placed it his over his shoulders that very morning, just as another man had done so long ago. It wasn't easy, letting go, but it was the only way. There was a life beyond this bridge and Brady had a man ready to guide him off of it. The difference was, Jesse wouldn't let go. And neither would Brady. He exhaled as the skies began to pour and Jesse closed what small distance lay between them, wrapping Brady up in his arms and locking him in a gentle embrace. Let's get you home, Birdie. Goodbye . size