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03 August 2009 @ 08:29 pm
A story with a dedication  

IN HONOUR OF THE BIRKIN!BANGS Oh, hi there, you wonderful person, you. Once upon a time I promised you a welcome-back fic, then shifted it to a birthday fic when I couldn't keep the deadline, and now it's too late for it to be even that - but with a title like this, I can pretend I made it more or less on time! I'm sorry for not writing something happy and bouncy for the occasion, but those two steadfastly refused. At least I got the season right for once? So, dubiously healthy habitual behaviour it is.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Have some confetti and hope you enjoy it. If not, well, you still have a few days to devise a suitable way to make me pay. XD

Title: And a Sunday's Asylum for All
Pairing: William Birkin/Albert Wesker
Rating: PG-13/soft R NSFW
Word Count: ~740
Summary: William knows where to seek reprieve from his own mind - not to mention his workaholic tendencies - on a hot afternoon in the summer.
Notes: Be warned - Birkin is portrayed as less than well-adjusted, the fic is told from his perspective, and it shows. Given some of his deeds in the games, I think that even if such a messed-up mental state isn't completely confirmed in his case, it is at least a valid possibility. (It's a valid possibility for pretty much everyone in Umbrella if you ask me. XD) Also, as I wrote this, one part of the story sounded better in past tense and the other one in present, both insisting that this was NON-NEGOTIABLE, SLAVE! Since I'm not a fan of unjustified tense shifts, I had to find a way to incorporate them somehow. Let me know if it's worked?
Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. I make no profit and intend no copyright infringement.


And a Sunday’s Asylum for All


More and more often, the physical events in William’s life feel almost like psychotic episodes.

His routine is to stay at the lab as long as he can endure, compiling the results of his research, planning the next steps, in a state of total concentration that nothing from the outside can penetrate. Often he sets out for the journey home after dark, but nobody dares or bothers to say a word. Sometimes, he stays at work until morning.

Other times, most notably on dragging summer weekends, he takes his materials and his overwrought mind to Wesker’s apartment.

William was sprawled naked on the bed, bathed in the oppressive afternoon sunlight. It hurt his head more than it hurt his eyes, used as he was to the darkened corridors of his research facility. He sat up dazedly, sheets pooling in his lap, and procured the most recent of his folders from the battered briefcase discarded beside the bed. Wesker was silent as William resumed where he had left off, hardly remembering whatever it had been that had originally disturbed his reading. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours later that Wesker stood up to dress.

“Do you sleep?” Wesker suddenly asked, shot William a questioning look from his chair by the large window. He seemed to be sitting comfortably, leaning more against the glass than the backrest, naked down to his waist—but his hair was tidy and his appearance inexplicably slick, making the idea that he had engaged in sex recently all the more of a seeming unlikelihood.

William kept his eyes on the paper and ignored the query. The weather was too hot and Wesker too irritating.

Slowly but surely, Wesker slithered over, grabbing one of the files as he went. Notes on the project of the G-Virus. William watched him leafing through the material from the corner of his eye. “You know, this is impressive,” Wesker said at last.

“Give me that.” William was no longer sure whether Wesker could appreciate the finer points of his brilliant creation, not now that Wesker preferred being in the field to serious scientific work. Their shared efforts on the T-Virus were long past, whereas William’s present endeavour was infinitely more intricate, more expansive. He put the files on the other pillow, tucked them into the far corner. They wouldn’t need the entire bed.

As he knew Wesker reached to the bedside table, he flipped to lie on his stomach without ceremony. His head was still in too much of an overworked knot. He thought of his family, of the work he could be doing—no, the weekend meant nothing—instead of wasting the time here in Wesker’s bed, but neither was enough to sway him in its favour. It was futile to deny Wesker his place as a constant. Through all the years since their appointment by Umbrella, approaching two decades now, Wesker had been a presence to rely on and, indeed, trust. William had learned especially the latter to be valuable beyond words. Even following his marriage, there was no way to discount the older, more stable bond. Whatever name they called each other at a given time, it mattered none. Wesker understood. He was the firm foundation and everything else an added disposability.


William has no reason to reject the fact, and his final place in this grand scheme is perfectly clear. He cheats on his wife because he cannot bring himself to cheat on Wesker.

They have done this before. William rests his forehead on his folded arms as Wesker closes in on him and presses against his exposed body with businesslike fluidity, easing inside for the second time that day. The afternoon shadows are menacing in the room; they move with them like in suspended animation. William’s eyes remain closed as his mouth falls slightly open, just enough for low sighs to pass through. They have done this before—not always like this, not every time and not only this way around—but they have done this and the occasion is nothing special. He concentrates on the feeling so that it can eclipse his mind with all the permanently running data, the thought processes, the clockwork-precise analyses, the restless buzz of cognition. It is a relief beyond imagining for however long this sensation may go on. And Wesker knows how to suit him.

Perhaps the irritating part is the weather.

 
 
Current Mood: exanimateexanimate (enthusiasm is me!)
 
 
 
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See you later, instigator: Ozymandias - Orchestrateoudeteron on August 4th, 2009 02:42 pm (UTC)
Ahaha, I just read the e-mail now. Hope you had a fun 72 minutes. XD

*pets LJ*

I see. XD
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See you later, instigator: CuteYoshioudeteron on August 4th, 2009 04:04 pm (UTC)
Well, let's hope it comes back up since I'd kind of like to see it too. XD

*seconds that*
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See you later, instigator: Bad Education3 (by enginedriven)oudeteron on August 5th, 2009 06:00 pm (UTC)
It's in episodes? I thought it was a regular movie, silly me. But yeah, they're not getting an account out of me either! XD
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See you later, instigator: Luna Seaoudeteron on August 5th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
Sounds brilliant. I need to watch this for real now. And read so I can compare, obviously. XD
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See you later, instigator: Remus/Sirius2 (the_8th_square & teh_indyoudeteron on August 4th, 2009 02:43 pm (UTC)
ENJOYED, I TAKE IT?
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See you later, instigator: Silent Jealousy (by pink_playground)oudeteron on August 4th, 2009 03:28 pm (UTC)
HOW AM I EVER GOING TO DO THIS JUSTICE?
I'm drinking from my Huge Weskerous Cup now - not coffee but tea, and it's still making me high. Along with this Epic Dissertation, so first of all, THANK YOU!

*I can tell this is from Word! By the apostrophes! XD*

You seriously didn't expect me not to use my newly learned titling skills, did you? Besides, it's true. :D
*takes a picture or something*

Aw, I just hate it when I can't post a gift-fic exactly on time. In the same week or not, that's no excuse!
(Happy. XD)
I'm glad you noticed the Sunday since I totally named it that on purpose. It's also cool you had the same weather, though it's not like I wished it on you just to make my story fit better! (Yeah, that would be rather disheartening. We should've asked Dr. Manhattan to assist us with visions in simultaneous time beforehand. XD)

('Tis okay, it's not like I don't have a crapload of sweets at home. :P)

No worries, I phrased it so vaguely that no thoughts can be "wrong" or "right". XD

YES, ON TO THE REAL OBNOXIOUS RAMBLING. *ego swells in background*

Actually, that was just my intention with Wesker's apartment (maybe I should've capitalized that). The Place indeed! The image you got is like the perfect snapshot of this fic. subliminal message DRAW IT DRAW IT end subliminal message It's dramatic in the way they need it to be!

That's precisely the trick with the changing tenses. I first wrote the middle part so I tried to convert the rest to past tense to go with it, but it kept switching to present on every other verb and really didn't sound that good if I forced it. So I gave up and separated it like this. I'm pleased that it seems to have added aspects and meaning to the story. :D
You're not wrong! Why else would I have put it there? *approves of the literature student*

And aww, the woes of LJ. *pets*
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See you later, instigator: Leon - going downoudeteron on August 5th, 2009 06:09 pm (UTC)
THAT'S GOOD TO KNOW!
I know, you were on a tight leash. Like Leon. XD

*Well, they look like this in all my fics since I copypaste them from Word anyway. They fit in there, but this font is kind of different.*

*you can't hide forever*

No doubt about that. I mean, in simultaneous time it doesn't matter, but I was a bit hung up on just the exact day here. XD Oh well, that's pretty neat! (He should disclose it, but in our favour. Mwahaha.)

(All right, not gonna complain. XD)

*ego: rawr*

I'm glad to hear that, yet again. :D Well, you know, those games are actually 3D... XD

Good thing I let them run wild, it seems. Seriously, I'm so happy that worked.

It's uniquely LJ-esque. XD
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See you later, instigator: Birkin&Wesker - in secretoudeteron on August 4th, 2009 03:54 pm (UTC)
OKAY, MOVING ON
(NO, YOU SHOULD NOT. :P)

Like you’re there and look at everything with slightly sleepy eyes, but the scene is immediate anyway.
Does it sound predictable to say this is exactly what I was aiming for? Mostly I wanted the change to reflect the "psychotic episode" motif from the very first sentence, breaking what happened just a while before off from the "general" part, as you said. If I managed to use past tense to the effect that's more often achieved through present tense - the "zoom in" and all - wow, I'm so glad you appreciate it!
*this would make an awesome paper* *no, really*
Damn, I could've spared myself the effort with the last paragraph since you nailed it just from the rest of the story! Seriously, I'm impressed. And flattered if I really got the point accross so effectively. But yeah, exactly, this is what I meant by the "habitual behaviour" in the opening notes. It's a pattern with them and for some reason, the whole situation suits them.

For all William knows Wesker could’ve showered and done his hair and face and make up and fingernails in the meantime.
EXACTLY! XD I mean, since it's Birkin's perspective anyway, I don't feel any urge to form an opinion on how long it actually was. Time is relative? Poor Willie is just too far gone. And honestly, if I were in a room with someone who somehow looked unruffled and inexplicably "tidy" while I felt uncomfortable from the weather and could only read my notes over and over, I'd be irritated too. Birkin: "WESKEEEEEEER!" XD

For whatever reason I kept imagining Wesker's naked shoulder leaning against the glass. Might be because of all the heat. XD

Birkin's being an insane elitist. And not a little obsessed at this point. ("You'd rather be an INFILTRATION AGENT than hole up with me to research day and night, so don't expect me to give you the credit I used to!" XD Now that I think about it, this kind of parallels the bit in my first story about them where Wesker has "no more reason to give Birkin special treatment" or however it was phrased.) But you're right, of course. Birkin's just in temporary denial of Wesker's undiminished abilities. *chuckles*
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See you later, instigator: Birkin&Wesker - in secretoudeteron on August 5th, 2009 06:33 pm (UTC)
WHAT'S WITH THE SONG; IT'S EVERYWHERE!
Sometimes? You need to give yourself some credit. :P Yeah, so everyone wins!

*you're saying that NOW? XD*
Let's say you detected what I later put in the summary-of-sorts solely based on your awesome criticism skills. So yeah, "summing up what's already there" is a good way to put it!

Ahaha, I'm sure this happened at least once. It's too perfect. XD It should be a comic or something... *has it rolling as a movie now, thanks* XD
True. Still doesn't rule out him doing his fingernails or make-up. :P

That is a nice image. Okay, I hereby approve it as an alternative reading. XD

BWAHAHA EXACTLY. Genius. XD
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See you later, instigator: Wesker - complete global saturationoudeteron on August 4th, 2009 04:03 pm (UTC)
THIS IS EPIC.
Aww, too bad! :P

It's just a minor one, really. XD

Yeah, he's starting to take Wesker for granted. Either that or he can't help it, judging from the rest of the fic. XD How fortunate...

Then think of them! Yeah, I doubt either of them would count it as cheating when it's the two of them, seeing as Wesker knows about the family and all. The other way around? No. You could say Wesker's kind of privileged.

I know, I know! XD

Glad you like. The "suspended animation" was hard to resist, seeing as it's a phenomenon they must've encountered before.

XD But that was your Big Word Slice. Hope you enjoyed it and come again. :P

I never said that... *pokes Birkin*

No doubt so.

Yes, indeed! And I'm so glad to hear that too. :D LJ has something against Wesker and Birkin, I tell you. Or me or my stories or you. XD

It was a pleasure! :D
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See you later, instigator: Velvet Goldmine - Fucking Feel Itoudeteron on August 5th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
INDEED.
Not this one. XD

Fair enough. XD

Haha, it sure does. "Spending" time with Wesker is essential, even if it's "wasting" it. XD

Exactly. I mean, you can't mess around with Wesker and not tell him what you're up to. That has severe consequences. XD

That might be because they're always operating in the shadows. Even when they get out of the lab for once. THEN WE WILL FIGHT IN THE SHADE!

That you can! It's the standard menu. XD

We sure will. Not even LJ's antics can stop us.

Then yet again, everyone wins. :D
Cherry: Birkin Viruscherrytruck on January 14th, 2017 09:49 pm (UTC)
lol if I reply to you know who do you think they will get an LJ notification
Cherry: Odacherrytruck on January 14th, 2017 09:50 pm (UTC)
I'm going to straight up be a skank and say I know how it feels when I put my head on my folded arms oooh ooooh oooooooooooooooooh OOOOH
Cherry: Xiahou Duncherrytruck on January 14th, 2017 09:52 pm (UTC)
ignore the 'concrit' this fic is perfect it just needs more explicit sex and probably like 4 other orgasms
Cherry: Xiahou Duncherrytruck on January 14th, 2017 10:26 pm (UTC)
I see even before we got to know one another you liked complaining about the weather, you know there's one way to deal with that, go take a cold shower, oh look a new prompt!