Prompt: It's Been a Long Time, Hasn't it?
Hudson stood in the deep corridor, fluttering his lids as he tried to adjust in the pitch dark. Light engulfed him from some short distance off, yet no matter how he chased the need like a fool, it receded further away the harder he tried to bask in it.
Some liquid trickled from the cavernous ceiling and echoed as it pelted the floor light as a feather. His ears caught the sound of scuttling feet, and his attention was enraptured already. From the first syllable uttered, Hudson knew the source of whom spoke.
"It's been a long time, huh, Hud?" The voice was lilting and rich like a mother towards child only male. The words softly burst over his tongue like an ambrosial fountain, and faintly Squeakers chuckled so lightly, it was irrational that at his age, Hudson heard it clearly.
"I guess you can put it that way, love. I've been here seven years, not a single exit aglow. I was ninety-six celebrating Bramble's thirtieth anniversary with the family, and I told 'em I was gonna nap. As you can see now, I've had plenty of time to rest because I never woke. It really hurt them more than it did me..." Squeakers made conversational comments as he went and chose to speak to his friend.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't touch me, Huddy. I don't care how much you love me, I'm too hot to handle. I had cancer. After blood, stomach and lungs, Vera came after my fucking bones too. I was a good one hundred and three, and kicking Chondrosarchoma's ass until I got an pneumonia, put in the ER and the always wonderful Tristen cut me off life support. That's the story and I'll stick to it!" Hudson tittered at the antics he had an Vera's blame for her star sign and losing it at the acidic tone he saved for the Slaton.
"Damnnn, you've had quite the adventure, haven't you? The gang's almost back... I've missed all of us, learning about our family and friends and here we are now. Come on out, Buddy. I want to see what age has done to you!" Finally eyes adjusting in the ashy dark, Hudson kept his vision low until the faint steps were completely audible. The gasp came through his throat as light swathed through as tears spilled on his cheeks.
The boy entering wasn't over twenty four at the most, with clothes that seemed a bit loose on his frame. He was tall and despite his pale complexion he didn't seem to have any signs of pallor. Stray locks of ebony tresses fell into his sharp angled face and he chuckled in a bemused sense, combing the hairs back as he smiled. His eyes greeted him, two pools of onyx lighting up as he moseyed forward, and awkwardly wrapped his arms around Hudson's body who returned the squeeze with a mightier force as he grinned ear-to-ear and the tears slewed down his face.
Managing a peck near the corner of his mouth, Squeakers tensed and released, socking Hudson one great time as his smile dissipated and flickered back to his lips.
"Whoa there faggerino. Too close for comfort, aren't ya? Dammit, I'm almost ashamed to say I missed you... You've done good kid, real good. It's enough, alright?" Hudson -realizing he's also in his prime- gets another hug from Squeakers and they both blither like full grown men ought to. Hudson grabs Squeakers's hand and a devilish grin traces onto his face, pointing towards the light.
"Wanna go now, or you afraid Vera'll be pissed we left without her?" Squeakers laughs a little lightly and shakes his head before tousling the blond's mop of curls.
"Nah, we oughta wait. Not because I'm scared of Sis. Just this Idiot Gang wouldn't be quite complete without her and family doesn't leave family-- especially when they have forever." And so wait was what they did, cozy by the light.