[OPEN] Stardust

[devon splyce parker]

Devon hugged him desperately, meeting the kiss past his tears, afraid of letting go. He watched him sit down with the others, and moved for his own chair, breaths quick as he knotted and unknotted his fingers together, staring at the floor.

Dylan rubbed his back gently, looking over at Zander as he sat down. "I'm sorry..." He mouthed softly, eyes confused.

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Zander just shrugged, messing with his fingers in his lap. He didn't want to look up, didn't want to talk. He was afraid if he opened his mouth, he would just start crying. He didn't want to leave Devon up there all alone. He kept thinking he was too innocent for that, too.. Devon to be tortured like this.

Mat sniffled, rubbing his nose. He pulled his legs up into the bench, tears falling down his cheeks. "I feel sick.." He mumbled, reaching for the hand around him. He laced their fingers together, biting down hard on his lip.

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Devon finally looked uo, gazing.over at Deacon in confusion as he shifted his weight, rubbing some of his tears away. He looked back at the others and started crying harder.

Dylan bit his lio, eyes troubled. But after three years of taking his grief and anger out on Devon, he didn't know what.really to feel. "Just breathe baby..." He murmured, holding Mat's hand tight.

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Zander bit his lip when Devon started crying, forcing himself not to cry. But it broke his heart to see Devon like that. It killed him to know that Devon was being put through all this.

"I don't need to breathe.. I'm dead, why do I need to breathe?" He asked, and Deacon looked over at him with that same dark stare. He moved as close to Dylan as he possibly could, was almost in his lap by now. He squeezed his hand tighter, and Deacon looked back down at his paper.

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Devon pulled a leg up under himself, picking at his nails. He brought his thumb to his lips, tearing a hangnail free and gazing at the small line of blood the surfaced. He rubbed at his eyes again, staring back into his lap.

Dylan hugged him close, scowling faintly. "I don't know," He mumbled. "I was trying to help, but apparently I'm no fucking good at that anymore."

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Mat looked up at him, his cheeks wet with tears. But his makeup was sill perfect. "Why do you keep being so hard on yourself? You're gonna end up killing yourself with all this anger, baby.." He rubbed Dylan's thigh gently, laying his head on his shoulder. He hated hearing Dylan talk like this. And if things went bad today, he could only assume that he was going to be even worse on himself. He chewed on his lip and started to cry harder, hiding his face in Dylan's neck. 'I'm losing everything..' He thought, could practically feel it slipping between his fingers.

"Okay, court is going to start soon. Are you ready?" Deacon asked Devon, rubbing his bare bottom lip. It felt so odd to not have any piercings in, the only tattoo visible being the one on his neck.

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Devon looked up at Deacon, shaking his head and looking away. He wiped his tears away angrily again. "I don't wanna..." He whispered dejectedly. He wrapped his arms around himself, nails digging against his arms.

Dylan shrugged. "I fucking raped him, Mat..I deserve to be hard on myself." It was so weird being the same age as him, now. He closed his eyes, hugging him tightly.

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Deacon sighed. "I know you don't want to. I'd rather be at home with my dying fiance and my daughter who's in a coma. You're not the only one. And stop doing that. We don't have a medic in here, and I can't touch you." He got up, and started sorting through the papers on the desk.

"I know what you did, Dylan.." He mumbled, his voice cracking. "I don't want to think about it.. It's bad enough they're probably going to bring it up in court.. There's nothing they can do about it, though, but still.. I don't want to think of you and Devon and.." He trailed off, clamping his hand over his mouth.

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Devon let go of his arms reluctabtly, staring at the floor as he rubbed at his eyes again, growing more and more uneasy as he waited and glanced towards Deacon occasionally.

Dylan bit his lip. "I'm sorry..." He rasped. "It didn't go that far Mat. I- it- fuck this." He gritted his teeth, grip around Mat tightening as he fought the confusing rush of emotion.

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Deacon tapped his pen on the table, waiting for the judge to come out. But they still were inside. They didn't even have the jury out yet. He rubbed absently at his abnormally bare face.

"Dylan.." Mat whimpered, wrapping his arms tighter around him. He was afraid that Dylan was going to get up and leave. He looked up brokenly at him, upset that he had made Dylan sad. He was scared, mostly that Dylan was going to leave him. He wouldn't put it past him, either. He looked up as the jury started filing into the seats.