[CLOSED] broken and bruised; longing for you.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Jourdan rounded a corner, Tripp at her heels. "Mama. Mama." He said, tugging on her dress. She leaned down and picked him up, hugging him close. What bothered Deacon most was the small stomach she had under that dress. 'I wonder what happens to the baby..' He wondered.

"What did you need?" She asked, smiling over at Nash. He reached over, touching Tripp's hand. The little boy smiled and waved, holding out his arms. Nash took him carefully, hugging him close.

"We need to get him wings or something."

"I'm told you're being a jerk." She said.

"I'm always a jerk. Even Connor can't stand me sometimes." He said with a roll of the eyes.

"Just leave him with Tripp and Devan can come back tomorrow when we figure it out. You're going to get nothing done." She told Deacon and he turned away, walking off.

"Yeah, fuck you guys too. I hate angels." He muttered.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan watched Adam pause at the mention of Connor, his eyes growing sad. She sighed patting Tripp's head before looking at Nash. "You'll be safe here, okay? I'll be back tomorrow." She glanced over her shoulder. Adam had stopped Deacon, asking him about Connor.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Deacon stopped, obviously shocked at the resemblance between the boy and Connor. Only he knew he would never see Connor here. "Connor's fine. He's at home watching Bandit. I can always drag you down and you can see him. But you can't talk to him. But bandit can probably see you cause she's a baby." He looked back at Nash holding Tripp, the little boy talking about his daddy, who he obviously missed.

Nash sat down out of the way to play with the little boy, distracted for the time being.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan waved bye, watched a smile brighten Adam's face. "If it meant I could see my little brother again.."
His voice trailed at the realization that Connor wasn't little anymore agewise compared to him. Devan wandered towards them.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Yeah, but what I'm saying is you may as well be a ghost. Only Bandit can see you cause she's a baby." Deacon said, looking over at Devan. "I can get him down if you can get him back up. And not fuck him over and get his wings stripped." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. He raised an eyebrow, obviously serious. He wasn't going to screw over Connor's brother. He might screw over everyone else, but never Connor's brother.

[devan engelica davenport]

"I know.." Adam breathed.
Devan nodded. "Of course.. I'll hang out in limbo until he needs to get back." She nudged Adam forward some, and he pressed the shimmer of wings close to his own back.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Okay." Deacon said. He looked the boy over again, then grabbed his wrist. It wasn't long before they were back on solid ground, walking to the old house. Deacon opened the door, walking in and smiling at Bandit.

"Dad! Who he?" She asked, and Deacon looked behind him.

"There's no one there." He said with a shrug, leaning down to pick her up. She wrapped her arms around him, and he smiled. "I'm home for a minute. Bandit's being bad?" He teased, walking over to Connor.

[devan engelica davenport]

Devan followed them hanging out outside and unseen.

Adam smiled at the sight of the little girl, looking Connor over. He drew in a breath, his brother had grown up so much in the past two years. And yet he still looked sick. Adam was just glad he was alive.

Connor smiled sleepily from the couch. "She's being good, huh baby?" He stretched, coughing and clearing his throat, tugged Deacon close and leaned up for a kiss.

Adam only smiled, biting at his lip as he watched him. "I wouldn't give up taking that bullet for the world..." He whispered.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Yeah, I good." Bandit said, toddling over to where Adam was. She looked up at him, trying to figure out who he was. She reached over, gently pulling on his hand.

"Mm.." Deacon smiled, leaning down to kiss him slowly. He ran his fingers slowly over his cheek, holding out the kiss as long as he could before he pulled away. "Thatcher stopped by today. He told me to tell you hey, and that he thinks.." He kissed his nose gently. "That he's got a trick up his sleeve when it comes to making you feel better." He kissed him again, then sat down beside him. "What are you doing, bad girl?"

"No come play." She complained, and Deacon rolled his eyes.

"Bandit, leave the lurking spirits alone and come play with your blocks." He said, propping his feet up.

"No. Him come play. Tell him come play." She complained.

[devan engelica davenport]

Connor smiled up at him. "Does h-he?" He murmured, shifting his weight before raising an eyebrow at Bandit.

Adam just gazed at him, trying to take it all in, didn't want to forget. He let Bandit reach up, and take his hand, since he wasn't a complete ghost. "Sh.." He insisted, sitting down next to her toys.