Meme for Lincoln

[Baron Tseng]

Do you ever knock?!
Lincoln

[Lincoln]

Random Number Generators Choice:
22. Shooting up heroin.

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Tag: Baron Tseng

He was getting better, was in recovery, was clean but all that time, and all that effort was going down the drain as quickly as water did. Lincoln had been struggling with his addiction for months now but with the help of a few friends had gotten clean a couple of weeks ago.

It was hard fighting the cravings, the knowledge of how good the high would feel, and he'd relapsed. He would regret this in the morning but right now he was anxious, impatient for the feeling to wash over him. The needle sank into his arm, into his vein, the strong of the drug being injected giving way to euphoria... until...

The door opened. Lincoln tried desperately to hide the evidence of his relapse from whoever had interrupted, shoving them under the nearest object he could. The throw pillow did nothing to aid him. "Don't you ever knock?!" He growled as he turned to glare at Baron.

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[Baron Tseng]

Baron had taken off word a couple hours early, telling them to only call him if it was an emergency. Truth was, he wanted to spend the rest of the evening with Lincoln. He knew his friend was going through a difficult time, and when Baron was in town, he wished to be there for him as much as he could. To help him through his addiction. He was so proud of the progress Lincoln had made, never having gone through it but knowing it couldn't have been easy. It was either detox on his own, or go to rehab, and Lincoln had made good on his promise. Baron was not oblivious to that. So with that thought in mind, he wished to spend time with his good friend, whether it be taking him out for dinner, or just ordering in.

Or well, doing whatever Lincoln wished and had the energy for. As Lincoln wasn't picking up his phone, Baron headed straight over to his place, part of him wondering if everything was ok. When he pulled up at his house, he saw his car in the driveway, assured that he was home. He then made his way to the front door, noticing that it was open which . . . in part only added to his concern. When he stepped inside, he saw Lincoln scrambling to hide something, but Baron's eyes locked on it.

His expression fell, not even paying attention to Lincoln's words or accusation. Baron absentmindedly closed the door behind him, not even paying attention to the action as his eyes were fixed on the syringe, then, on Lincoln who he could tell had already administered it. No explanation of why Baron was here came to his lips, nor justification of having just entered without knocking. He hadn't even overly considered what to say. He just knew that two words numbly came out of his lips, filled with hurt as was worn on his expression. "You promised."

Tag: Lincoln

[Lincoln]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Tag: Baron Tseng

Those two words were like knifes in his heart, and with each syllable spoken the blade was twisted, and plunged deeper. You promised... The memory of that moment was crystal clear, even as the heroin shot through his body and addled his mind. Baron had found him in the midst of withdrawals and had helped, he had gotten him through the worst of it, through the cravings and the tantrums until he was starting to get better.

But it was so hard. Every day Lincoln craved it, wanted the drug more than anything, wanted to feel that familiar high, the world and his trouble melting away until there was there was nothing. It wasn't always like that. It was impossible to predictable, was dangerous, would leave the man irate and lashing out. Even knowing this, the cravings had been to much to resist and he'd given in.

"God, Baron, can't you call ahead or something." His immediate reaction was aggression. It wasn't Baron he was angry at, it was himself. He was angry that he had relapsed, that he'd been caught, that he'd betrayed his good friend. He shoved the evidence of his betrayal further beneath the pillow before standing and moving across the room, away from the other man.

Lincoln didn't want to be alone with him right now because he couldn't face the shame of what he'd done. he couldn't because he knew Baron wasn't likely to scream or shout. He wouldn't cry or be irrational. He would speak with a calm rationality, with hurt in his eyes. And that was far worse. "What do you want?"

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