[OPEN] Dealing with the devil

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I'll tell you the same thing I tell Deacon.." He wheeled over to her face, leaning down to look in her eyes. "I can't afford a place to live, I barely have enough money to eat, and I'm dying of cancer. Which, by the way, is eating away at me pretty rapidly. I don't need a place to stay. I'm dying anyways. Doing this doesn't give you a lot of money. But it's enough to keep my mind off the pain, to keep me from even thinking about turning to shit like drugs and alcohol. Not that I could buy them anyways."

He started to get back to work on her back, gently brushing her hair out of the way. He took a deep breath, leaning over her and beginning on another feather. "Besides, you're too pretty to be inviting creepy, dying twenty four year olds into your house. You should be hanging with guys your age. "

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey bit her lip, swallowing. "Ohh..." She murmured softly. "I'm sorry.." She bit sadly at her lip. He was sick like Connor... "My ex boyfriend Connor is terminally ill and he's got a month maybe, or any day..everything's shutting down. BUt his father abuses him pretty bad so...he does drugs and uses alcohol, wants to die..." She worked her jaw sorrowfully.

"You're not creepy though, I've seen worse.." She offered a solemn smile. "But my offer still stands, if you're sick it's all the more reason to sleep somewhere better...My mom wouldn't mind, she adopted my brother so.." She bit her lip again as best she could. "I...don't hang with guys my age nomore...some stuff happened and..yeah.."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I feel bad for your ex. He's sleeping with death." He said, but only he knew he was actually being serious. He continued to work slowly, and soon had five done. He pushed his hair back from his forehead, then wheeled over to the air, turning it on higher.

"My parents had thirteen kids.." He said, avoiding the subject. "But they kind of.. disowned me after my accident. So now they have twelve kids. If they're not dead somewhere. Zeus rest their souls." He shrugged. He didn't think he had ever been loved since the doctors had told him the damage was done, he was shooting blanks. Sure, he had slept with plenty of people, and he had Deacon who was always nice, but love was another story entirely.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey bit her lip, nodding, unaware of what he really meant. she glanced at him curiously as he mentioned having twelve siblings, but the mention of an accident really caught her attention. As did the fact that he had been disowned. Like her brother she supposed, but not like him at all. Scary to think he seemed to be a mixture of all the people she was close with.

"Accident?" Her phone buzzed and she huffed softly as she gazed at the unknown number. Just another caller for business...one of her regulars must have given away her number.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Yeah, I fell off a horse, and before I hit the ground, it kicked me so I can't have kids now. Guess it's a blessing in disguise. We don't need any little mes running around." He thought of how much he would actually like a baby, but would probably die before it was old enough to remember him.

" But.. dying men don't have kids." He continued to work carefully on her back, his foot tapping the floor. He hummed to himself, biting his lip.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey sighed shakily. "You shouldn't think like that.." she murmured softly. "and I'm sorry about the accident..but please, at least come over for dinner tonight..or something.. or take the three hundred I offered you. You need it more than me.. If you're dying, you should go out in style.." she smiled faintly, knowing the only way she could tolerate such truth from some people was because of Connor.. all the sleepless nights, holding him in her arms and crying, knowing one day he would be gone.. He had ended it because of that, because he refused to have her so hurt.

She sighed softly, shaking her head. "Amazing how the guys I meet who seem to be the most perfect are always out of reach," She mumbled halfheartedly, gazing down at her phone as it rang again, then again. She swallowed. Demanding caller, this one..

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I'm far from perfect. The most perfect guy I know is literally out of reach. Touching him will kill you. If I ever want to die prematurely, I'll just go fuck him or something. May as well say I touched him." He shrugged, continuing on her back. He looked over, her phone going off again.

"I'm answering it next time." He said, completely serious. "And thanks, but no thanks. I think I've got some sketches I've got to finish for my appointments tomorrow." He actually had nothing to do but suffer, but he wouldn't let her know that.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey worked her jaw at such words. Damn he sounded like Connor.
She stared at her phone guiltily at his comment though, hoping it didn't go off again, cursing the devil when it did. "damn you.." She mumbled under her breath, glaring at the thing.

She scowled at him, trying to distract him from the phone. "and what if I don't believe you..? why can you just come eat or something? I can weave a lie easy...and you look like you're starving. Please..? I'm not gonna make you do all this for free..."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"You have a tattoo on your back people pay three and sometimes even four thousand dollars to have done. I'm not letting you pay me in food or sex or money or whatever else it is you have up my jacket sleeve." He continued to work on her back, then wheeled over to her other side, starting the details on that wing. He really didn't want payment. He was keeping his mind off of how badly his body hurt, and how his paycheck was getting smaller and smaller.

"You don't bleed a lot. Most people need a blood transfusion after just a few feathers." He wondered what she was, why she didn't bleed like a human would. Only a monster could do this tattoo in one sitting.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey sighed. "Stubborn," she muttered under her breath, her phone going to voicemail then ringing again. This guy seriously was desperate. " You're taking the money though, if you won't come eat and actually sleep inside for a night."

She shrugged indifferently when he mentioned her low blood loss, smirking. "Benefit of the breed I suppose.." She mumbled halfheartedly. One of the very few. "You do what I do and you get what you deserve I guess...damnation."

She sighed, pausing to pick up the phone and stared at it dejectedly. 'and yet I'll call him back latter and go with him anyway...this obsessive means big bucks..' and probably a lot more damage too. "Fine..don't come over.." Her phone was ringing for the fifth time. "I apparently have something I'll have to do now anyway."