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[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sat at the playground, watching his little red head girl crawling around. She would pull herself up on the bench he was sitting on and hand him a flower. He took it from her, and watched as it dyed in his hand. She giggled and crawled off, looking for another flower.

'Every living thing I touch besides her dies..' He thought, taking the other flower from her. Maybe that was why he was the coroner. The bodies had no life to lose, he could cut them open and examine them and touch them.. They didn't die.

He took the next flower from her, watching it die. Then he picked her up, hugging her close. "Daddy loves you." He said, and she smiled, pinching his nose.

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[connor crayze sykes]

He couldn't escape. No matter where he went he couldn't. Connor gagged, coughing softly as he realized he'd stepped foot into a playground. He collapsed, sidling up next to a tree, touching at his busted lip. His piercings hadn't been torn thankfully.

He ached to spread his wings, at least ease that tension because the pain on top of it was currently far to much. Golden eyes flickered warily around, desperately trying to keep his breaths from wheezing.

Finally he closed his eyes, curling up, hoping to buy enough time from running to stay safe before his father hunted him down yet again. He'd been stupid to set foot in that house. It had been a mistake, but Jon would force him to come back....he'd forced him to do a lot of things.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw a boy who looked like he was dying. And out of curiosity, he walked over to him, picking Bandit up on his way. He looked down at him, standing far enough away so even if he lunged, he wouldn't touch Deacon.

"You're okay?" He asked, bending at the knees. He eyed him with interest, hugging the little red head close. He looked at the boy, trying to catch his eye. But he guessed the boy wasn't much for looking at people. He couldn't say he was either. He saw their fear of death when he looked at people. And him? He WAS death.

He leaned over, sitting Bandit into his lap, then straightening back up, keeping his distance. "She can make you feel better." He said, watching as Bandit looked up at him, then leaned close, giving him a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Kay." She told him, patting his chest. She smiled at him, bending down so she could look at him. "Oo kay? Oo kay? Mm kay?" She asked, her bright blue eyes meeting his. "Mm kay?"

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tensed up initially at the voice, peering through dark and recently died hair, tracks or recent tears on his face. "I-..." He was going to tell the guy to leave him alone, didn't want to trust anybody. And yet suddenly he had set his child in Connor's lap and she was babbling softly.
Connor eased up slightly, chest shuddering irregularly from the stress of the beating and other things, then running away. He swallowed, stomach churning sickeningly.

He didn't want to hurt the girl, set he gently aside as he scramblbed to lean over, heaving up a scarlet mess of blood with a groan. Well...not a good thing in the least. He wiped at his lips, golden eyes startled but unsurprised. Leaning back againstthe tree he let his eyes close, exhausted and hurting.

He had never asked for such abuse, never in his life had he wanted to become what he was..but now-...?" Swallowing, the coppy taste caused him to grimace, mentally begging that his father hadn't followed.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit laid her head on his leg, patting it with her tiny hand. "Mm kay." Deacon very well couldn't leave him here.. He needed help. But he couldn't touch him either. Everything he touched died.

He crouched down, looking at Bandits bright blue eyes. He looked up at the boy, almost wishing he were immortal.

"Hey.. you wanna come play with Bandit for a little while? Take a nap?" Oh, how he wanted to just hold him, tell him everything was going to be okay. He wanted him to know that if no one else was gonna take care of him, Deacon would.

Bandit climbed into the boy's lap, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Don't break her heart and tell her no.. She loves you. Even I don't get that many kisses." 'I could be a fucking rapist I swear.' He thought, watching Bandit pat his head.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, staring at the guy with not even a lick of trust. He coughed faintly, gagging, and rubbed uneasily at his bruised wrist with a soft breath. "Why sh-should I trust you?" He mumbled, golden eyes raising to glance at him, avoiding any eye contact whatsoever.

He worked his jaw, gazing bad at the little girl when she kissed his forehead, patting him. she was adorable. But he had been tricked so many times....led on... He winced, shifting in discomfort as blood rolled down his back against the tree.

"I-..." 'I don't have any reason to trust you...' He thought bitteredly, drawing in another rugged breath. He wasn't sure what to do, wasn't sure if he should really trust this guy.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sighed, sitting down in front of him. He looked at him, wondering how he had gotten so hurt.

"No, you don't have a reason to trust me. You don't know me from Hades. But I.. can't even touch you.. How am I going to hurt you? I just want to give you a place to stay, just for tonight. Or longer, if you want to.. I got a friend who can come bandage you up, if you'd like. I just don't want to leave you here." He didn't know if Britt would come over. But he could always try. He had always been careful with Deacon, doing all of his tattoos and piercings bent over him painfully, never touching him with his bare hands.

"For Bandit? Just tonight?" He asked, biting his lip.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed uneasily at the words. No way was he human. "I-..I...I gotta get h-home.." He mumbled. The place where he had just come from. "S-so...only tonight..." He still seemed so wary to trust him, gazing back at Bandit.

But the guy had touched her..was he bluffing? New distrust surfaced. But Connor honestly didn't have the strength to do much if Jonathan decided to come looking for him.
He may as well go ahead.

He leaned back, gripping painfully at the tree as he staggered to his feet, gasping at the sharp pain that jerked through his gut and chest, eyes widening with a shuddering breath before he eased up some again. Damn he hurt...

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon reached out as if to help him, then quickly pulled away, his hands nearly touching the boy. He saw Bandit stand up warily against the tree, then toddle a few steps.

"Oh hey! You walked!" He said with a smile, picking her up. She clapped her hands together, then wiggled in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, and Deacon pulled his keys from his pocket. "It's a bright red car in the parking lot. You can't miss it. But I got shit in the front, so you have to sit in the back. You don't wanna accidentally bump me anyways.." He mumbled, walking over to the car. He put Bandit in her seat, buckling it. She smiled up at him, and he kissed her forehead.

He climbed into the driver's seat, looking down at the scant amount of groceries he had gotten. He had stopped eating a long time ago. He reached into the bag, grabbing Bandit's favorite snack. He bent around in the seat, and handed it to her.

"DADADA!" She screamed, taking the package excitedly. She chewed on it, looking over at Connor with wide eyes.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched the way he pulled back, biting his lip. He didn't want to get blood in his car though either.
Watching the girl, he trailed after them quietly, his breaths sharp and pained.

He slid into the other seat in the back, careful not to lean back all the way and smear the seat with scarlet. when Bandit was given the package, gentle eyes traced over her, searching her face with the faintest ghost of a smile. He held a thin, trembling hand out, offering to open it so she could get at what was inside before giving it back. He rested his head against the window, a pained grimace on his face as he stared outside dejectedly.