[OPEN] Stardust

[devon splyce parker]

"Yeah, and that one?"

Devon followed his brothers finger, gazing up into the sky. "Leo," He murmured softly, squinting at the stars before hesitating. "Right?" He gazed at Dylan, who smiled and nodded. He had finally been able to persuade Devon to leave Dallas' and come over again.

"I'm still sorry...you know that, right Devon? I don't know why..I was just-..just fucked in the head, a mess without Mathieu and I didn't know what to do.."

Hegot the same reply though, a shake of the head. Even someone like Devon who rarely felt emotion could not forgive such damage done. He watched Dylan bite his lip, stroking the small dog curled up on his stomach, then turned his baby blue eyes back up to the sky, pushing a beer bottle in the grass away from his arm.

"Dylan?"

"Hm?"

"What's it like...to understand? To feel things all the time, and...be normal."

He listened to him draw in a breath. "I don't...know what it's like to be normal Dev... But being able to feel all the time isn't that great.. Guess we're both a little broken, huh?" He met his gaze, watching him.

"Like angels who've lost their wings, or a squirrel without his nuts."

Devon laughed at him. "Look," He pointed. "A shooting star."

"Yeah... Wishes don't always come true though, Dev... In the end...even the stars crumble to dust."

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat had climbed up on the roof, intending to come see Dylan. But when he saw he had Princess in his lap, and that Devon was there, he had decided the roof was his best option. He listened to their conversation, leaning over the edge of the roof. He was so close to falling that it wasn't funny. But he couldn't break his neck. He did wonder if he could die again.

"Technically..." He said, propping his head up on his hands. "You're a few hundred years late. That star probably has already exploded by now. It's dead." He smiled, tilting his head to the side. He wished he could touch the dog like he used to be able to, to hug Devon.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon glanced up, smiling. He tensed as Dylan stirred, clearly afraid of being struck or something. He only eased up when Dylan headed for the house to put the dog inside.

He waved at Mat, sitting up and playing absently with his piercings, then grew hesitant as Dylan offered a hand up. Not quick to fully trust him, he got up without aid, following him to the back of the house.

"Careful.." Dylan helped him pull himself up using the gutter, and he padded towards Mat, careful not to get too close to him. He watch Dylan set down, hug Mat close, and stared down at his lal, thinking dejectedly.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat smiled, waving back at him. He watched the two, sitting up as they climbed on the roof. He wrapped his arms around Dylan tightly, then looked over at Devon. He pulled Dylan's face towards him, kissing him deeply as he climbed into his lap. He leaned against him, looking over at Devon.

"How's the little brother I never had?" He asked, nudging him with his shoe. He had learned what he could touch people with, and his shoe was one of them. He wrinkled his nose at him, then got situated in Dylan's lap. "You need to smile. You were always so damn cute." He squeezed Dylan's side, laying his head on his shoulder to kiss his neck.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon gazed over at him. "Good..I guess. I got in trouble...I gotta to to court tomorrow." He chewed on his snakebites, watched Dylan kissed Mat deeply, then kiss along his jaw to his neck. He smiled faintly at them, glad Dylan wasn't hurting him, still hesitant to trust him again, though. For the past three years he had tried hurting him, punishing him for not understanding anything.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"Oh?" He asked, then put a hand on either side of Dylan's face as he met the kiss. He whimpered at the kisses along his jaw and neck, drawing his knees up closer to himself. He tipped Dylan's chin to him, kissing him deeply again.

"So why.. Are you going to court?" He asked Devon, rubbing Dylan's chest gently. He chewed on his lip, then tipped his head back to kiss Dylan's chin. His head found Dylan's shoulder again, and he stretched out one leg. "You don't seem like the criminal type."

[devon splyce parker]

Dylan huffed softly, tongue tracing Mathieu's bottom lip, sucking on his neck as he talked with Devon.
Devon swallowed. "I killed lotsa people...I didn't know, di'nt mean to..." Gentle tears fell down his cheeks and he sniffed softly, rubbing at his eyes, trying not to smudge his eyeliner. He caught Dylan watching him hesitantly, obviously at a loss of what to do. After three years of torture, it wouldn't be easy switching sides.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"Mm.." Mat whimpered, biting down hard on his lip. He slowly ran his fingers up and down Dylan's back, then slipped his hand up his shirt. He drug his nails down his back, trying to hide his growing attraction.

"They can't expect you to know any better.. You've always been innocent. You didn't know. Don't cry.." He wanted to reach over and brush away his tears. It made him feel bad someone could accuse the boy of doing that when they knew he didn't know any better. He climbed out of Dylan's lap, and sat next to him.

"Go hug him. Tight. And wipe those tears from his cheeks. I don't like seeing you two cry. You're the only family I got." He told Dylan.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon.sniffled, looking away, then rubbing at his wrists. There weren't any marks, but him being who he was, he held on to the memories of everything, the way they had hand.cuffed him, dragged him out of Dallas' house and to the jail. How he had been locked in the room and threw himself at the cell bars until his body was bruised.

Dylan stared at him, uncertain, shivering at Mat's touch. When he climbed off, he hesitated, then crawled close.
Devon tensed as he was pulled firmly into his older brothers arms, trying to squirm and get away. And then he wrapped his arms carefully around him, holding on tight as he buried his face. "I'm sorry...I di'nt mean to..." He repeated brokenly, voice muffled.
"Shh Dev....it's gonna be okay, alright?"

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat looked away, feeling more like a third wheel than anything. He turned to the sky, looking up. He searched the clear sky, and found a planet. But he didn't point it out. Dylan had three years of torture to make up for, and Devon had a lifetime of shelter to break from. He ran his fingers through his hair, searching out all the constellations, the only things he had been able to hold on to to stay sane for the last three years.