[CLOSED] nothing but broke promises.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled, wrapping his arms tight around him. He kissed him back, reaching up to stroke his cheek. When he pulled away, he watched Bandit smile, then rub her eye sleepily.

"Come on, princess." He said quietly, scooping her into his arms. She put her fingers into her mouth and was asleep soon after. He laid her in her bed, then walked back to Christy.

"You wanna watch your movies on the big TV downstairs or in the spare bedroom?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled, watching him go. He was so happy it wasn't even funny, stunned as well. He touched at his complaining stomach, aware of t now that he was awake.

"Big tv," Christy huffed, moving for the door, waiting for Deacon so he could set up the movie.

Connor got carefully to his feet after a moment, sliding past them. "Be..back.." He mumbled, closing the door to the bathroom softly. He turned on the sink, splashing water over his face before he gagged and dropped down in front of the toilet, body convulsing as he heaved.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Okay, pretty princess." He said, following her down the stairs. He put the movie in for her, the grabbed her a few blankets and pillows, tossing them on the couch. He walked over to the microwave, putting in a bag of popcorn from the pantry. He watched it as it popped, then poured it into a bowl for her. He grabbed her soda, then walked over to the coffee table, setting them down.

"If you need me or Connor, we're upstairs, okay?" He walked to all the windows and doors, making sure they were locked before walking back up the stairs. He pulled off his shirt, and began taking out his piercings.

"You okay, baby?" He called to Connor, slowly slipping off his pants.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Okay. Thank you Deacon." She smiled, watching him go, and pulled the pillow beneath her head, curling up beneath the blankets and eating her popcorn happily.

Connor groaned faintly, touching at his cramped stomach. "P-..peachy," He rasped sarcastically from the bathroom, resting his head against the toilet once there was nothing to throw up.

He staggered to his feet, flushing the toilet, and brushed his teeth before taking a dose of pepto bismol and slinking back into the bedroom. Running a trembling hand through his hair, he sat on the edge of the bed and undressed.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon watched him, admiring every line of his body as he got undressed. "Aside from another rough night of Let's See How Much Connor Can Puke, are you happy?" He asked, taking his hand and pulling him close. It felt strange, a ring on Connor's hand. He kissed his forehead, hugging him close.

"Christy seemed excited about the idea of you getting married." He mumbled, trailing kisses down his neck, trying to make him feel better. He hated knowing he felt bad. It made him feel like he had hurt him, or could have prevented it or something.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Y-yeah, definitely," He murmured softly, curling up close. "Did sh-she?" He smiled at the thought, had always warned her he may never live to be married, to see her grow up. He knew it was harsh telling that to a little kid, but he felt it better than lying to her and just dying some day.

A bird called outside in the dark and he jumped. "F-fuck," He muttered under his breath. Lack of drugs was really getting to him, and having an upset stomach too didn't help at all. He curled up closer.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon held him close, kissing the top of his head. He hated to see him so jumpy. He would have snuck something into his food by now, but he didn't think that would go over too well. "It's okay, baby.." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Connor's waist. He rubbed the skin there gently, pulling Connor as close as he could be. He kissed him gently, hugging him close.

He climbed out of bed, wondering why he had kept on his boxers. Probably because he was overly horny today, and Christy was there. He walked down the stairs, glancing at her on the couch before grabbing Connor's drink. He walked back up the stairs, handing it to him. "See if that settles your stomach. If not, you can chew on some ice, okay?" He crawled into bed and back under the blankets.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched him go and return, took the drink with a shaking hand, carefully sipping at it so he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself. Dropping the less used drugs wouldn't be difficult, but the monster itself was a killer, and he knew he shouldn't be stopping cold, but he hated the idea of using anything after knowing he had hurt Deacon. Even if it didn't require getting high, but just using enough to put him at a decent enough level of calm to stop the shakes and edginess.

He set the sprite aside, curling up against Deacon. He wasn't cold, but he was shaking.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him close, rubbing his back gently. He kissed the top of his head, humming his tune again. He closed his eyes, chewing on his bare lip. He always hated taking his piercings out. It made him feel so naked. Even if he really was almost naked. He felt more lost without them. He tipped Connor's chin back, kissing him softly.

"I love you, baby." He said with a smile, stroking his cheek gently. He took Connor's hand, lacing their fingers together. He held him close, not tired but not completely alert either. He was more or less just content. He closed his eyes, chewing on his lip again.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I love y-you too.." Connor me the kiss gently, resting his head on the pillow near Deacon's shoulder and gazeing at their interlaced fingers with a soft smile. He shifted his weight again, touching at his stomach for a moment, before a trembling finger brushed at Deacon's cheek.