Post by Jack Ferriman on Nov 4, 2024 4:14:06 GMT
In their cozy living room, Jack Ferriman is lounging on the couch, controller in hand, deeply immersed in Dragon Age Veilguard. He’s leaning forward, totally focused on an intense fight in the game, pausing only occasionally to munch on a snack he’s balanced precariously on his knee. The hum of cooking sounds comes from the kitchen where Nate Harris, Jack’s boyfriend, is busy chopping vegetables and stirring something that smells like it’s going to be delicious.
Nate peeks over, smirking a little as he watches Jack lose himself in the game. “You know, playing Veilguard isn’t exactly what I’d call ‘training’ for Warmachine,” he teases, shaking his head.
Jack grins, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Hey, I’m practicing strategy,” he jokes, moving his character with precision through a group of enemies. “Plus, you know, Warmachine’s got nothing on a darkspawn ambush.”
“Uh-huh. And is the controller heavy enough to count as lifting?” Nate says with a laugh, turning back to stir the pot on the stove. “I just don’t want you to get flattened out there.”
Jack snorts, finally tearing his gaze from the game to look over at Nate. “I think I can handle him,” he says, rolling his shoulders. “Anyway, I’ve been putting in the hours at the gym. Just because I’m not doing wind sprints in the living room doesn’t mean I’m slacking.”
“Just checking,” Nate says, looking back at Jack with a soft smile. “I don’t want my guy getting hurt.”
Jack winks at him. “Trust me, babe, I’m good. Besides, if anything goes wrong, I’ll just imagine I’m back in Veilguard. He won’t know what hit him.”
I’m getting there.
That last match didn’t go the way anyone planned but I don’t blame anyone. I guess Raccoons really do have that good medicine.
I’m not gonna sit back and cry about it. I know I’m the guy everyone seems to say the same thing over and over again.
I’m not gonna pretend I'm happy about everything going on.
I’m not happy being the person everyone pretends like I’m a weak link. Just because I don’t have gold. Seems reductive as fuck. You guys really rank your friendships like that? You really look at your friends and think you’re better than them or worse off from them just because a couple pounds of gold? Get fucked.
I’m fighting Warmachine this week. To be honest I forgot he still worked here. No shade my guy. You just silent as the grave. But if I recall you like to talk about the pain and how tall you are like that will make people feel scared.
Heights don’t scare me. Being hit hard doesn’t scare me.
Fuck it. I’m just going to go out there and try my best.
Nate peeks over, smirking a little as he watches Jack lose himself in the game. “You know, playing Veilguard isn’t exactly what I’d call ‘training’ for Warmachine,” he teases, shaking his head.
Jack grins, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Hey, I’m practicing strategy,” he jokes, moving his character with precision through a group of enemies. “Plus, you know, Warmachine’s got nothing on a darkspawn ambush.”
“Uh-huh. And is the controller heavy enough to count as lifting?” Nate says with a laugh, turning back to stir the pot on the stove. “I just don’t want you to get flattened out there.”
Jack snorts, finally tearing his gaze from the game to look over at Nate. “I think I can handle him,” he says, rolling his shoulders. “Anyway, I’ve been putting in the hours at the gym. Just because I’m not doing wind sprints in the living room doesn’t mean I’m slacking.”
“Just checking,” Nate says, looking back at Jack with a soft smile. “I don’t want my guy getting hurt.”
Jack winks at him. “Trust me, babe, I’m good. Besides, if anything goes wrong, I’ll just imagine I’m back in Veilguard. He won’t know what hit him.”
It's easy to get your ass down when you think you ain't got a chance. It's easy to feel like you're about to get your ass beat because someone needs to soothe someone else's bruised ego. But you know what?
I’m getting there.
That last match didn’t go the way anyone planned but I don’t blame anyone. I guess Raccoons really do have that good medicine.
I’m not gonna sit back and cry about it. I know I’m the guy everyone seems to say the same thing over and over again.
I’m not gonna pretend I'm happy about everything going on.
I’m not happy being the person everyone pretends like I’m a weak link. Just because I don’t have gold. Seems reductive as fuck. You guys really rank your friendships like that? You really look at your friends and think you’re better than them or worse off from them just because a couple pounds of gold? Get fucked.
I’m fighting Warmachine this week. To be honest I forgot he still worked here. No shade my guy. You just silent as the grave. But if I recall you like to talk about the pain and how tall you are like that will make people feel scared.
Heights don’t scare me. Being hit hard doesn’t scare me.
Fuck it. I’m just going to go out there and try my best.
Well howdy there pardner.