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[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon picked up the last flower, then dropped it's dead shell onto the counter. He tapped his fingers on the counter, looking down at the dead flowers. He touched one of the ones in the vase, and watched it die too.

"Bandit loves that.. She thinks it's funny.." He said, more to himself than to Connor. "I'm sorry I kissed you." He said, then touched him again. When he didn't die, he walked into the living room, taking his chair back, pulling his legs under him. He heard Bandit rustling, and turned around. Her blue eyes glowed in the dark corner, and he couldn't help but think of how she was like a cat.

"Da?" She asked and he nodded. "Yes, princess."

"Ah.. Da.. Ba iff dee." She rambled off, and he nodded again. "Hokus pokus to you too." He told her, then closed his eyes. He felt like an ass, kissing the boy. He almost wished he had died.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched him with the flowers, shaking his head when he apologized. He'd thought he was going to die, and Deacon had simply had that chance there...he supposed that now that he believed him, he couldn't much blame him.

He wandered back to the couch, sitting down as if his hopes of dying and actually trying to fearlessly wwere no big deal, watching Bandit stir from her playpen.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sat there, looking down into his lap until Bandit began to cry. He walked to the fridge, grabbing a bottle and handing it to her. She threw it, and started screaming. He picked her up, then the bottle, putting it in her mouth. She took it gladly, and he sat back down in his chair. He fed her her bottle until she fell sound asleep. He walked upstairs, putting her in the crib. He turned out the light, then walked back downstairs. He stood on the last step, watching the boy. He knew someone was hurting him, and he hated to see it. The boy was so handsome, had so my potential. He wasn't like Deacon and ruined everything he touched.

"If I pay you, will you fuck me?" He asked, and smirked as he looked up. "No, I'm kidding. I just wanted to see your eyes. They're a really pretty color. You have eyes like Bandit. Bright and pretty."

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor had watched them go, gazing back down at hus darkly bruised wrist, hearing Deacon come back down the stairs. 'Will you fuck me?' He looked up in surprise only to see that Deacon was smirking. "I would," He admitted seriously. "Nothing new..." The mumbled words were truthful, and he gazed back down at his wrist again, biting his lip.

He curled up dejectedly on the couch, sighing softly as he draped his arm off the couch, staring blankly ahead, distracted. His phone buzzed and he swallowed uneasily, ignoring it as he breathed slowly, touching at his sore, bruised stomach.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You're pretty damn hot yourself. But I'm not drunk enough to take advantage of someone who is so hurt. That, and I have morals." He walked over to him, slowly kissing his neck before walking into the kitchen.

"You drink?" He asked, pulling a glass from the cupboard. He pulled the scotch down from where he hid it, and poured it into the glass. He took a sip out of it, then walked back over to the boy, holding out the glass. "At least forget today.. You look like you need some sleep." He bit his lip, thinking the boy would be untouchably hot if he wasn't completely battered, bruised, and obviously broken. He walked back to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass, then sitting in his chair.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded when asked if he drank. He was only seventeen and already had high tolerance. Taking the glass with halfhearted thanks, he sat up, taking a swallow of the drink, relaxing some. "Why y-you think you can touch m-me..?" He mumbled, slouching back against the couch, he free hand draped protectively across his stomach.

He glanced over at Deacon curiously for a moment, then back down at his drink, pleased he had been offered it in the first place. He licked his lips, taking another swallow, swirling it around in his glass thoughtfully for a moment longer.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon shrugged, looking down into his glass. He could see faces in it, so many people begging for mercy, begging him not to take them. But he didn't have a choice. He never had a choice. He wished he had a choice.

"I.. don't know. I've heard rumors of people like me in other places who can't kill the people they love. Or the people they're supposed to be with. And sometimes, they say we can't kill immortals. But you don't look very immortal to me. I killed my entire family.. They all died by my hands. And I doubt you're my 'soul mate' or whatever you want to call it because I'm about as fucked up as you are. Yeah, I'm attracted to you. And yeah, I think from what I know of you that you're amazing. But as far as being mine.." He shook his head, downing the entire glass. He leaned back, closing his eyes. He was dizzy for a moment, then it passed.

"I don't know. What do you think?" He looked over at him, debating on another glass.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was already finished with his own glass as well. "I dunno e-either.." He mumbled softly. "Y-you're right though, I'm n-not immortal, I'm a f-fallen angel.." Swallowing he stretched some, staring at Deacon a moment longer, thoughtful, debating. He drew in a quiet breath. But soul mates? He wasn't sure if he could fully love someone ever again.
God his head hurt, he felt a headache coming on, and licked his lips, setting his empty glass aside.

He couldn't think of any ither reason though, and it bothered him. Why would the grim reaper be meant to love somebkdy who was dying so quickly..?

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon shook his head, then shrugged. "I really don't care. It's not like it matter anyways. You're gonna die and I'm gonna keep on living and killing and.. I wasn't meant to love anyone anyways. You can't love when you kill everything you touch.." He looked over at the wall, biting his lip. It bothered him to think that he really would spend eternity alone. He didn't want to, and he's tried suicide many times. But he just came back to life. Like Michael Meyers in Halloween.

"I don't.. want to love.." He admitted, staring at that one place on the wall. "All that could ever come of it is hurt. No one could love me anyways." He collected their glasses, then put them in the sink.

"So, where are you sleeping?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor bit his lip. "I-I don't care where I sleep.." He gazed at Deacon thoughtfully. "D-don't say y-you can never love though...a-anything could happen, hell look a-at what just did," He murmured, smiling just the faintest bit.

"I-I would take you u-up on that offer even without being paid...I c-can't be the only one aside from y-your girl that you can touch Deacon.." He bit his lip, golden eyes earnest. "A-and even if I am..."