Glacial Excitement (Hamish)

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Dull days were, well, dull. Gilbert had the misfortune of being stuck with a boring ass bait mutant as his cellmate for the past week. It was so dreadfully boring. This bait was one of those soulless husks, useless for any kind of conversation or distraction from the depressing life they lived. He didn't even bat an eye when Gilbert tried to entice him into some kind of interaction by making pretty snowflake sculptures. Only the truly broken had zero reaction to Gilbert's totally awesome and inspiring sculptures. Only the worst luck would stick Gilbert with someone like this for more than a couple of days.

A couple of guards on patrol walked down the hall. They glanced in each cell they passed to make sure nothing was amiss. As they passed GIlbert's cell, he sent them a cheeky smile and a wave. He didn't even get an eye roll when they looked away. Lame. He flopped back on his cot with a heavy sigh. Maybe if he started putting ice in this empty husk's bed he could get a reaction…

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall once more caught Gilbert's interest. The normal watch had just passed, so there wouldn't be any reason for any other guards to be coming down unless they had something to do with someone, be it a fight or moving cell assignments around. Gilbert would take either at this point if it meant a change of company. It seemed all the bad luck of the past week had earned Gilbert some good luck for today. The pair of guards stopped in front of his cell. Coconut Head barked, "Beilschmidt. Get up and come to the door. Don't try any funny business."

Gilbert mock saluted them and stretched, in no real hurry to get over to the door. Hold up. There was a pair of sunglasses in Neanderthal's hand and not just any pair of sunglasses. It was Gilbert's pair of sunglasses! Since they had them right now, it meant he wasn't going up to the arena. He got his glasses up at the waiting room for fights. Since his glasses were here, with the guards it only meant one thing: He was getting moved to Hamish's cell! Gilbert hurriedly snatched his smuggled snow cone syrup out from under his bed and shoved it down his pants as he bounced off his bed. "About damn time you guys moved me around!" He laughed as he approached the barred door.

"Oh shut up," Coconut Head growled, holding a power restrictor bracelet through the bars. Gilbert ever so obediently held his wrist out to accept the silly device. If he really wanted, he could freeze through the device, but hey, whatever made the silly humans feel safe.

"See you dude!" Gilbert called to his still unresponsive cellmate. Hey, it was his loss to not take advantage of Gilbert's company while he had it. It was a short walk around the corner to the brightened cell that belong to none other than Hamish Stuart, one of few Gilbert could call a best friend. Gilbert was literally bouncing with delight as Coconut Head took the device off and shoved him inside the cell.

He twirled around, eyes squeezed shut to block out the intense light, about to yell at them when he felt his sunglasses hit his head. "Giant bags of dicks," he muttered as he dropped to the ground and felt around for his shades. Once they were on and his eyes were protected, Gilbert was finally able to take a look around. The lack of commentary as they had approached Hamish's cell led Gilbert to suspect the man was asleep. Sure enough, there he was, curled up in his dinky cot and somehow still asleep.

Score.

Gilbert fought back excited snickers as he tiptoed over to Hamish's cot. He was about to pounce, but caught himself last second. Best to not chance bursting the snow cone syrup pouch by squishing it between two bodies. He pulled it out of his pants and dropped it on the ground. Now he was ready. With a gleeful whoop, Gilbert flopped on top of his friend and started rolling back and forth on top of him. "Guess who~!"

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

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Night after night seemed to began blur together as he waited in the bright light for something to happened. For what he determined to be a week the underground had been preparing for the auction. Being deemed to be bad for the reputation of others in the preparation for the approaching auction Hamish always would be removed from his cell ditched into a forgotten corner of the underground. Silence began to become maddening for Hamish. There needed to be noise, screams being wretched from his rawed throat would have been more calming to the ginger. Within the silence the voice began to appear once more humming into his ear begging for his attention. Voice after voice taunted him trying to get him to respond to their words. "Why are you ignoring us? Mathias and Gilbert aren't here again," The feeling of cold hands pressed against his skin caused a shiver to race down his spin. Hair stood on edge as the voice called to him again, "We will always be here for you Hamish. When they abandon you for humans we always are here for you." No, no why did they always return when he all he dreamt of was the warmth of Mathias' arms wrapped around his form. Gilbert's lips pressing against his own cooling him as his body heated with passion. With each thought of his friends the voices seemed to become an uproar calling for his attention.

Each day the voices seemed to to grow with intent to catch his attention. By the fourth day of his isolation the voices began to spout claims of betrayal. How could he not give into the voices? Before he had Gilbert and Mathias the voices were always there to comfort him. During days in which he couldn't handle it anymore they mimicked his father, cheering him on and speaking words of love. The voices died down as Mathias became important in his life and vanished once Gilbert became more than just a roommate. After graduation the voice had crept back into his head making him remember his childhood when he was always alone. The need for the two youthful mutants only seemed to increase. Marks carved into the grim coated floor helped Hamish keep track of the two years as he waited for the only family he seemed to have return to him again. During his wait guards often heard his soft mutter of apologies to the voices.

Once the auction had come to a close Hamish hadn't been surprised to find his frail body thrown back into the frozen cell and blinding lights illuminate the cell without warning. Pupils forced to dilate within moments of being thrown into the cell Hamish could help but rub the back of his hands into the sockets in hopes of wiping away the pain in the process. Red lashes fluttering against his cheeks once his hands pulled away from the bottle colored eyes. Sometimes he wished the guards would have thrown him into darkness instead of the glaring right. How he learned to sleep in such a place was wonder to himself.

Curling in on himself against the soiled mattress he could only notice that the other two mattresses remain empt causing his fear of being alone again to grow. What he hoped wold only last for hours as mutants were shifted from cell to cell seemed to be prolonged leaving him alone for what he believed to be days. Guards seemed to avoid the cell when food wasn't being delivered. Never given the chance to thrust his angers on guards caused the anger to bubble under the surface turning into the mild depression that soon took over his life. Could he beg the guards to give him someone to speak to? That wasn't an option and Hamish knew it, he wouldn't lower himself to begging those creatures for a companion.

Sleep seemed all that kept Hamish sane and from allowing the voice to trick him into answering again. He only had to last until the arena matches began again. Fighting would be enough to keep him from speaking to the voices haunting his every waking thought. Yes, being showered in blood that he couldn't ever cleanse himself of was better than the nightmare of dying alone as he now feared would be his fate.

Having drifted into a slumber the sound of the metal gate being wretched open didn't cause him to stir in the least. A soft snore came from his parted lips and his body curled tighter trying to create warmth that his body seemed to lack at this time of year. What a helpless sight he was for anyone who happened to grace him with their presence. A soft child like chuckle passed those lips as Gilbert approached his bed. How ironic his dreams had been about the albino only to have them delivered to him when his mind created a fictional world where he could wrap around his friend, his lover in this dream world.

Sudden weight crashing against his fragile form caused Hamish to wake from his pleasant dream with a yelp, partly caused by surprise partly pain. Green eyes were colored black as his powers demanded shadows to protect him but the lights robbed the room of any of the dark weaponry. The voice called him back from his anger making his eyes return to their usual color only to see his friend now pinning him against the best. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as stared at the albino. "Gilbert!" his voice cracked with the excitement he felt seeing one of the only being he cared for returned to him.

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So maybe jumping on the most volatile mutant in the Underground while he was sleeping wasn't Gilbert's brightest idea. Or a just a bright idea in general. He almost regretted it as soon as Hamish woke up with black eyes, but then remembered there was a reason he had his sunglasses on in the Underground. Right, Hamish's powers were useless in this lit up cell. Though, the whole black eye thing was always a tad creepy, a tad as in completely creepy. It was like he was being possessed or something. It was enough to make Gil freeze, even knowing there was no chance of getting stabbed. Maybe. There still was the possibility of the outside chance Hamish could conjure up enough shadows in his panic to get a good stab in…

But thankfully the black dissolved into the shining green that Gilbert knew and loved. (Okay, he loved that black sometimes too. It was so much fun to tease Hamish when his eyes were black, because it was impossible to tell where he was looking. 'Oh wait? You're talking to me? I couldn't tell!') Without the threat of being shanked, Gilbert's smile was back in full force. Man, life couldn’t be grander now that he was in a cell with Hamish. "Hey Ginger Butt! I bet you missed me?"

There were tears in Hamish's eyes, but that was expected. Since there was nobody else in the cell, it was safe to assume Hamish had probably been alone for a bit. He didn't do well with being alone. So suddenly being graced with the presence of the oh so awesome Gilbert was obviously a wondrous moment worth bringing tears to the eyes. (Or maybe he was just happy to see one of his best friends after a while, that could be it, possibly, maybe, but Gilbert preferred to believe it was his awesome self led everyone to tears of joy.) Gilbert laughed and sat up, straddling Hamish's chest as he wiped at his eyes. “You’re so happy I’ve brought you to tears! I missed you too, Hams."

Gilbert smooshed his cheeks before flopping over on his side next to Hamish. He giggled and pulled Hamish into a tight hug, tucking his head under his chin and wrapping his legs around his torso. It was a bit awkward, Hamish being the taller of the two, but Gilbert knew the man liked being held when cuddling and his bed partners rarely took the initiative. "So how are you smoochy-poo? I missed my Ginger Butt. Did gingy boo miss Gilbert too~?" He was really asking for it, but Gilbert couldn't help himself. Teasing was second nature to him and no matter the situation; it was always a good time for teasing.

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It was a relief that shadows didn’t pierce his friend from all angles but yet a piece of Hamish wished he could have at least slashed the albino once. A lesson needed to be learned about sneaking up on the violent mutant to prevent one day having the shadows mutilating the pale skin and dying the blonde hair red. Through his life Hamish had tried his mind to strike anything that caused him panic. Years had passed since the ginger needed to command the shadows to harm what upset him. Gilbert made this hazardous, unlike Mathias the albino lacked any form of advanced healing making any wound potentially fatal when it came to the shadows. Nights were sure to be plague with nightmares of killing his friends with the powers he believed to have controlled past this point. Harming someone he loved was always a fear Hamish had. Hamish didn’t have many friends to begin with but he’d find himself alone if his powers began to cut down those who trusted him.

There were points Hamish had to question why he was a friend of the albino when it came to being teased. Blackened eyes showed no movement as Hamish looked around where the directions of his eyes were impossible to follow when multiple objects were in view. Gilbert wasn’t the first one to tease him about his eyes but it made Hamish self-conscious about the odd eyes that were a sign of his mutation.

What used to be a joyful grin along with tear filled eyes turned to an annoyed scowl at the nickname Gilbert had given him. Grunting Hamish gave a swat at Gilbert telling him that he was ruining the moment. Normally being cuddled would make thing better but the warm embarrass was partnered with teasing nicknames that Hamish had to admit were so bad that he didn’t believe anyone but Gilbert would have the gall to use them. Legs were pried off Hamish’s form and he shoved Gilbert onto the chilled floor below. When the albino was around it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he ruined any moment he had created before.

“Ah wis daein' guid 'til ye shawed up Snowflake,” his slight hiss showed that the happiness had been ruined by the albino’s nicknames and actions. Moving off the bed Hamish pressed the other mutant into the floor and growled at him in an attempt to make it clear that he was done playing games.
Feeling he had made himself clear about not being happy with all the nicknames he leaned forward grazing the pale ear with his teeth. “Dae a'm needin' tae mak' ye scream fur ye tae mind mah name?” Having the small albino underneath him made Hamish almost forget his annoyance as he devoured the sight below him.

Back in the days of Weeds of Tomorrow there had been a moment when Hamish caught glimpse of a snowflake like design on Gilbert and took to calling him Snowflake. It was the only nickname he used in order to tease the albino back when they began to make fun of him. Truly he thought the snowflake mark was somewhat cute. His fingers always tailed over the mark whenever he caught sight of it.

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