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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 17:40:48 GMT -5
Nash allowed himself to be drawn into Dylan's lap. He kissed him back, rubbing his shoulder gently. He looked up at him, the anger he saw there scaring him. He just nodded slowly, his hand rubbing the side of his neck gently. He moved a bit, laying his head on Dylan's shoulder.
"I'm g-glad someone wants t-to keep me safe.." He said quietly. He knew his dad didn't want to see him hurt, but there wasn't much a man in a wheel chair could do to protect his son.
"P-please don't tell dad.. J-just tell him i-it was a run-in with a vampire or something.. Just don't tell him.. I was raped.." He pleaded, wiping at his eyes.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 17:46:04 GMT -5
"Okay Nash...it's okay..." He kissed the top of his head, gently wiping his tears away.
He laid back slowly, pulling Nash up a bit higher on his chest and hugging him close, careful not to disturb the bruises. "Just take it easy today yeah? I wish I would have known sooner.."
He sighed, didn't know why he felt so protective of him, why he had been so okay with each kiss he had given him. All of it felt so right though, and he hated that somebody had hurt him in such a way.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 17:53:27 GMT -5
Nevada kept close, afraid to leave him. He felt safe there in his arms. Even if he knew he could snap at a moments notice. He just hoped he wouldn't snap on him.
"I just.. I w-was tired when I c-came home I guess I.. forgot.." He mumbled, closing his eyes. "I didn't.. w-want you to be worried about me.." He kissed his neck gently, the only thing he could reach without moving and hurting himself.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 18:24:56 GMT -5
"But I am," He mumbled, tilting his head at the kiss. He sighed, staring at the ceiling, then took his hat off and set it on the pillow.
He drew a leg up, holding Nash gently against him, not caring if his father came in or not. Gently he ran his fingers through the boy's hair.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 18:33:59 GMT -5
Nash rubbed his chest gently, closing his eyes. He didn't feel like getting up and doing anything. He just wanted to lay here in Dylan's arms. But he knew he would have to get up anyways, or breakfast would be cold. He slowly kissed Dylan, then slowly got up, pulling on his shirt.
"You're ready for breakfast?" He asked, buttoning and zipping his jeans before attempting to tame his hair.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 18:38:43 GMT -5
Dylan got up, stretching, and yawned before snatching his hat up again. "Definately," He huffed, couldn't remember if he had eaten anythig yesterday or not. Oh well.
He headed for the door, opening it and absently stepping aside so Nashville could exit the room first.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 18:44:11 GMT -5
Nash walked out of his room, which was a lot more 'him' than the room at his mom's house. He saw his dad watching the morning news, and smiled at him.
'You got something on your neck.' His dad signed, nodding towards the bruise.
Nash just nodded. 'Nevada doesn't pretend sword fight very well.' He signed back, and his dad laughed. Nashville was glad he bought it, and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bacon and a biscuit. He never ate much; so he just walked over to the sofa, plopping down beside his dad's chair.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 18:54:11 GMT -5
Dylan watched the two, mentally thanking Terance for teaching him sign language. He trailed after Nash and took a buscuit, some bacon, dropping warily beside him on the couch.
He finished off one of the bacon peices and bit into a biscuit, aetting his hat aside again and stretching out his legs.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 18:59:23 GMT -5
Nash curled up on the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest. He finished his biscuit, then wiped his hands on his pants. They needed to be washed anyways. Along with his bed sheets, his pillow cases, and his blankets. He figured he may was well do that. He got up, walking back into his bedroom. He started stripping the bed, wincing occasionally in pain.
"So, you're the boy Nash was telling me about? He's really glad he has someone to talk to now." His dad said with a smile, adjusting himself in his chair.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 19:04:44 GMT -5
Dylan glanced over at him somewhat warily, but eased up a bt at the friendly tone of voice. "He told you 'bout me huh?" He smirked. "Yeah...I like keeping his company.." A faint shrug.
"I ah, got in a fight at the frozen yogurt place. Was dealing with a bloody nose and he decided to try and calm me down." He but at his lip, unsure if he should have explained it or not.
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