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[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt took the boy's hand into his lap, wrapping it with a bandage. He saw Deacon walk up the stairs, his eyes following him.

"He's a good guy. Aside from being walking death." He sat in front of him, and began bandaging his wounds there too. "Just be careful, okay? He's gonna avoid you at all costs, just don't like, go walking towards him. Isn't Bandit cute? He begged Saint Peter to let him keep her. I don't even think he knew the baby. But he gave her back. She's an angel without wings. That's why he can touch her, but not us." He leaned back, realizing he was all bandaged up.

"You are really cute though. Sucks for D." He walked over, packing up the first aid kit and putting it back in the drawer. "I'm gonna sneak away before he tries to make me stay or pay me or something. Be careful." He said, sneaking out of the front door.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor remained quiet as Britt talked, biting uneasily at his lip, nodding. But those had been his exact plans..
He gazed at his bandaged hand. "But maybe I-I wanna die...I am already..f-fast.." The words were hushed, spoken just before Britt left.

And when he did, Connor slumped. He supposed being avoided was nothing new... worked his jaw and gazed around. an angel with no wings huh? He sighed, rubbing at his face in disbelief. Maybe he should just...leave.. god home and let his father do as he pleased..it would be better to endure everyday instead of running and getting it ten times worse when he came back.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon came down the stairs, his hair wet and stuck to his head. His pajama pants were low on his hips, rolled over so they wouldn't touch his new tattoo- a locket on a dog tag chain with Bandit Javier underneath it. He was putting in clean snakebites when he saw Britt had left.

"I told him not to go." He said, and shook his head. He walked to the kitchen, debating on a drink or not. He decided against it, then walked back into the living room, sitting in a chair furthest away from the boy.

"Are you feeling any better now that you got all cleaned up?" He asked, chewing on his snakebite gently. Britt was right, the boy was very very cute. And Deacon was almost grateful he couldn't touch him, because he knew he would want him, and that the boy deserved better.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, watching him move around, his tongue tracing the current piercing he himself had in. "I guess..." He mumbled softly, eyes calculating. What would the guy do if he got up and walked over to him..? Reached to touch him.

Unlike his friend Britt, Connor was ready to die...
He swallowed, lowering his gaze and tracing absently at the finger shaped bruises up his arms, eyes straying to the nasty tattoo on his hip.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon nodded, pulling his feet into the chair. "That's good. I'll get you ice.." He said, walking into the kitchen. He grabbed one from the freezer, and dropped it at his feet before walking back to his chair. He was waiting for the boy to lunge at him, try to prove that he was lying about being death. He knew he couldn't get this kid back from Saint Peter. And he really couldn't get him back from Hades.

"I'm not joking about being the Grim Reaper.." He mumbled, looking over at the boy. "And I can't go get you back like I did Bandit.." He bit his lip. The boy was so handsome.. He wanted to reach out and touch his jaw. But losing him wasn't worth a simple touch.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shrugged, staring at the ice warily before picking the pack up and holding it to his wrist, wincing. "I-I didn't say you were.." He mumbled. "I'm not h-human, so why n-not believe you....?" But he still didn't trust him, gazing across the room at him then away again.

"Maybe I-I wouldn't wanna come back.." He rubbed at his face, stretching his legs and again glaring at the vulgar word, reaching to tug the bottoms up. But they were too loose on his near emaciated frame, it didn't matter his attempts.

He seemed to be debating something. Honestly his latest suicide attempt was sitting right before him. All he had to do was get up and go over there.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon nodded slowly. "I know you aren't human.. You're going through entirely too much hell to be a human." He bit his lip, looking at the boy. He searched him head to toe, taking him in as much as he can. He couldn't touch him, but he wanted to. So badly.

"If you want out so bad, then come touch me. But the least you can do is kiss me. Then maybe I can say I was actually kissed once in my eternal life.." He leaned back in the chair. If the boy wanted to go, let him. But Deacon was going to make sure his soul got where it was going.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed. He'd really just offered that? determination sparked. He had been with guys and girls alike, and he had sold himself on the streets plenty of times. A kiss wasn't a deal breaker at all.

Drawing in a soft breath, he stepped towards him, no fear in his eyes. Finally an easy way out. Easier than pills and guns, ropes, drugs. He set the ice pack aside, gazing at deacon a moment longer, only inches away.

He reached out hesitating, and bent lower, a hand finding his cheek as he met his lips-...and nothing changed except for the butterflies in his stomach towards the male.
He drew back, staring at him, tense and uneasy and thinking he had been tricked. "F-fucker.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon felt the boy's lips against his and kissed him back, raising his hand to his cheek. But then the boy pulled away.

"What?" He could feel the boy's soul, just beneath his fingers. "I guess you're one of the few people I can touch.." He took the boy's hands, pulling him down and kissing him again, only deeper this time. He pulled away then pulled the boy into the kitchen, looking down at the flowers Britt had laid on the counter.

"I'm not kidding you. I'm not tricking you." He said, touching the flowers one by one, and watching each of them shrivel up and die. He pointed at the last flower. "Touch it. I'm not messing with you."

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tensed further as he was pulled closer, trying to fight the kiss, glaring at him in agitation. He scowled, following him to the kitchen, completely disappointed, but confused. It had been a deal to kiss him, that was it, nothing more. Right?

He stared at the flowers, each one dying as Deacon touched them as he spoke. He glanced at him apologetically after a moment, reaching and taking the last flower gently into his hands, turning it over and over carefully before he set it back down. "I-I'm sorry.." He mumbled softly. Didn't know how else to react. so why hadn't he died?