[CLOSED] nothing but broke promises.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Everything's okay, baby. Just get some sleep, okay? You'll feel better. If I would have known it was going to make you sick, I would have waited until in the morning to wake you up." He kissed the top of his head, his hand finding Connor's. He laced their fingers together, pulling Connor close. He kissed him gently, hoping he could keep his hands from shaking.

"Christy's safe, okay? I made sure all the shades were drawn and the doors and windows were locked. Unless you want me to go sleep down there with her. Would that make you feel better?" He asked, his thumb running over the top of his hand.

[connor crayze sykes]

"No, it's okay," He murmured, smiling softly as he gazed at the ring. "J-just..the withdrawal makin' things worse," He mumbled.

He shook his head. "Sh-she's fine, let h-her be." He scooted up closer to him, kissed him softly. "D-damned drugs..." He rasped softly, curling up as close as he could, trembling.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him close. "Try and get some sleep, okay? We'll see what we can do about it in the morning, okay?" He rubbed his side, holding him as close as he could. He was almost asleep when he heard Bandit scream. He jumped out of the bed, going down the hall to her room.

"What's wrong, princess?" He asked, scooping her up.

"A goost." She cried, putting her fingers in her mouth.

"There's no ghosts, baby." He said, picking her up. He carried her back into their bed, laying her in Connor's arms. He climbed in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tensed at the scream, curling up himself tightly when Deacon got up to see wha was wrong with Bandit. He returned, and she was set in shaking arms.

He hugged her tight, feeling Deacon climb back into the bed. Kissing the side of Bandit's head, he shrank back, looking for the support of the other's body.
Eyes closed gradually, a shaky breath passing his lips. He wasn't in pain this time though, it wasn't because he was sick.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close. He locked his knees behind Connor's as he kissed his neck. He closed his eyes, listening to Bandit sucking on her fingers and Connor breathing. He mentally went thought his list of people, hoping he had no one to go get in the middle of the night. He just wanted to be with Connor tonight. He wanted this night to be theirs. Next to their actual honeymoon, this was the most important night to Deacon.

"I love you, baby." He said quietly, his voice rhaspy with sleep as he rubbed his stomach gently, holding him close.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Love y-you too.." Connor murmured. He smiled faintly. "So m-much.." He yawn passed his lips and he curled up even more, finding himself safe and comfortable curled up with the two. If onoy Chridty had no risk touching Deacon. It was okay though... There was always tomorrow.

He hoped.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon kept his arms tight around Connor, rubbing his stomach gently. He kissed his neck gently, and was soon asleep. He woke up in the morning stretched out in his chair in the living room, Bandit curled up on his bare chest. He had apparently changed into a pair of baggy pajama pants, probably because he remembered that Christy was downstairs and she didn't need to see his junk.

Bandit cried out, and Deacon rubbed her back, a yawn escaping his lips as he tried to fall back asleep. "It's okay, baby." He whispered, running his fingers through her fine hair. She quieted down, putting her fingers into her mouth. He stretched his legs out a little further, figuring he may as well try and start to wake up. Bandit's shallow breathing was starting to scare him. He looked down at her, realizing she was trying to sleep. He rubbed her back again, laying his head back.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor rolled over in the empty bed, wrapping his arms around his body and letting out a shuddering breath. He couldn't do this..couldn't stop cold. He needed a dose of his addiction.

Stumbling from bed, he started down the stairs, tripped and yelped in pain, catching himself on the way down, grabbing at the railing for dear life.

He hauled himself shakily back up, smiling weakly at Deacon, then Christy's curled and sleeping figure.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit started screaming when he yelled and Deacon sat up, patting her back gently. "Trying to kill yourself, babe?" He asked, walking over to him. He took his hand, helping him down the stairs. Bandit put her finger in her mouth, her breathing even more shallow than before. Deacon couldn't just wait anymore. She needed help he couldn't give.

"Stay here with Christy." He said, starting up the stairs. He almost slipped himself, and kicked one of Bandit's toys off the staircase. He went and grabbed his ID, and a shirt he didn't bother putting on. He grabbed her diaper bag, stopping to grab his keys and to kiss Connor before he walked out the door.

[connor crayze sykes]

"No.." Connor mumbled in complaint. He watched him in confusion. "Ok-kay..." Worry passed his eyes, and he kissed him, watching him go before slinking to Deacon's chair and reaching for a blanket.

All he could imagine was Deacon's anger when he had used the drugs and got high out of his mind. It scred him enough to take just the right amount to even his body's needs. He curled further in the chair, trembling, and closed his eyes.