[OPEN] 'Cause you sing like you're supposed to..

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash looked down into his lap, rubbing his hands together. He felt like he was keeping the boy, like the guy had better things to do. He picked up his earphones, shaking the water off the package. He started to read them over, then sat them on the couch beside him.

"Li.. Ike your hair.." He mumbled, folding his hands together in his lap again. He looked down, deciding to keep his head down for awhile.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"Thanks." He stretched his legs out again, kicked his shoes off and drew his legs up under himself. Tilting his head back he stared up at the ceiling. "If you want me to leave just tell me. I'm used to it."

Yawning, he closed his eyes a moment, then glanced towards the door.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash shook his head. "No.." He mumbled, stretching out his legs before walking to the other end of the room. He rummaged through the fridge, finding some cookies his sister had baked the night before. He carried them back, taking a bite of one. He curled up again, leaning against the arm of the sofa. The gap between them was so big, his three sisters could fit on the couch with them.

The oldest one walked in, her long black hair falling across her shoulders. "Nashville!" She yelled, and he looked up.

"Wh.. at?" He moved a bit to look at her.

"Cute friend." She said, walking over to the fridge. But he didn't hear her. He laid his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan glanced up at the girl with a half a sneer, trying to retain himself at her comment however. He licked at his lips, closing his eyes again with a soft breath. He cracked his knuckles, running a hand up and down a tattooed arm once more.

Sitting up, he finally untwisted the cap from his water bottle and took a swallow, twisting it back on and setting it on the floor between his feet.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

She watched him for a second, then wandered out. Nash watched her go, then folded his hands together in his lap. He yawned, and laid his head on the arm of the sofa, one knee bent up and the other leg hanging off the sofa. He picked up his hat, looking at it before setting it on the back of the couch. He looked over at the guy, his heart pounding again. 'He has to be a vampire or something.. That's the only explanation why Im so drawn to him..' He thought, biting his lip.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan glanced over, caught him looking, and looked away with a quick inhale of breath. "Soo...I know you're not human. But aside from the water, I don't know what you are." He wasn't looking at him, but every word was enunciated and spoken at a decent level.

He didn't know why he was bringing it up, knew he would have to explain himself as well. And that might be a problem.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash nodded , biting his lip. He drummed his fingers on his chest, looking away. "'m a m-merman.." He mumbled, ashamed of the fact. "O-only.. on my m-Mom's side.. I just.. grow a f.. in.. N-no gills or anything." He shrugged, the task of speaking getting tedious.

"B-but I.. do-ont think you're much more than a h-human.. or a va..mpire." He leaned off the side of the couch, reaching for his bottle of water.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan nodded quietly. "Merman huh?" He glanced over at him briefly, watching him reach for the water. Suddenly anger washed over him. How could anyone do this to a guy like Nash?

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he sighed. "I'm neither," He admitted. "I'm ah, an incubus.. If you know what that is."

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"L-like a d.. emon." He mumbled, finally grabbing his water. He drank from it, then sat it down on the other side of the arm of the couch. "D-dad says they.. can't lo-ove." He shrugged. Frankly, he didn't think he himself could either. He ran his hands through his hair, then folded his arms over his chest.

"Bu-ut some.. people don't.. want to, a-anyways.." He looked down into his lap, his breathing slow and shallow.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan only nodded. "Probably not, never really tried to." He chewed on his lip. "Can't have sex with anyone either. Unless I plan on hurting or killing them." He cleared his throat, shifting his weight in discomfort. "But you're right. Sometimes it's just easier not to love. You can't get hurt."

He gazed over at him silently, listening to his audible breaths. Dylan didn't know why he found it soothing, but he did, and sokn he relaxed again.