[CLOSED] broken and bruised; longing for you.

[deacon reid rudman]

"That's what he said. He's been working on the books for awhile." Deacon said with a shrug. He carefully pulled Connor into his lap, hugging him tightly. "Bandit's a baby. She sees ghosts we don't. She told me this morning that she has a friend in her closet so.." He shrugged. He knew spirits came and went. And so did Connor. Which was why having Adam there was no different.

"Okay." She said, laying down. She moved her wings slowly back and forth, pushing a block to his foot before she stacked another on it. "Daddy, sing me a song peas."

[devan engelica davenport]

Connor nodded, nestling close. He kissed his jaw, curling up with a faint smile.

Adam watched her stack the blocks up against his foot, then glanced at Connor when Bandit asked 'daddy' to sing.
He smiled faintly, watching Connor's lips part as he sang softly to her. Adam knew he had always been a good singer.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him close as he sang, looking over at Adam. He didn't understand why they didn't let the angels come see their family, even if their family couldn't see them. It would make it a lot easier on at least one of their part's. He kissed the top of his head, watching Bandit sleepily stack her blocks until they fell over Adam's leg. She picked them back up slowly, starting to pile them again.

"'nother song, daddy." She said, then yawned.

[devan engelica davenport]

Connor chuckled sleepily, starting to sing another song to her.

Adam looked down at the blocks, nudged them so they wouldn't topple over again. He glanced up when Connor finished, nestling closer to Deacon and sighing sleepily.

He smiled, mouthing a silent thank you, so glad Connor was happy. It showed in his eyes. Gazing back at the little girl, he flicked the top block gently off the stack.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Go to sleep, baby. I got Bandit." He said quietly, smiling at Adam from over his head. He kissed the top of Connor's head, hugging him close. "I love you.." He whispered, gently running his hands up and down Connor's side. He watched Bandit crawl under the table to get the block, putting it back on top before she laid her head down on Adam's leg. Deacon tipped Connor's chin back and kissed him slowly before he could notice, running his tongue painfully slow over his bottom lip. "Mm.." He smiled, leaning closer to kiss him deeper.

[devan engelica davenport]

Connor curled close relaxing. The kiss caught him off gaurd and he parted his lips, head tilting in easure. "Hm.." He mumbled, a hand finding Deacon's chest.

Adam chuckled, playing with her hair gently. "You love your daddy, hm? Make sure you te him before bed tonight that Adam loves him very much too, that he's glad he has a family."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon was a bit surprised by his reaction, expected him to pull away sleepily. He slowly wrapped his arms around his waist, slipping his hands into his shirt. He kissed him deeply, running his tongue slowly over the roof of his mouth.

"Yeah." Bandit said sleepily, a yawn passing her lip. "I tell him. You come play with me?" She asked, looking up at him. She reached up to touch his nose, smiling at him.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor gazed up at him, eyes tired but happy, content. He was still obedient with the kiss, though his tongue grazed Deacon's lips gently. He reached up to tangle fingers in his hair.

Adam smiled at the other two, deciding they should have some time alone.
"Sure, let's go.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek as he slowly pulled away. He ran his fingers slowly over his cheek, looking over at him. It amazed him how much he looked like his brother. He leaned back against the sofa, slowly running his fingers through Connor's hair. "Hey, handsome."

Bandit slowly climbed the stairs, toddling to her bedroom. She climbed into the bed, looking up at Adam. "You look like daddy. I love daddy." She told him, pulling one of her dolls over. "Why's daddy gotta go bye-bye?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled. "Hey.." He murmured, resting his head against the couch. He played with Deacon's hair gently, stretched some, then leaned up for another, softer kiss.

Adam bit his lip. "That's because I'm your daddy's brother. You know, he used to be younger than me?" He smiled at the memories, but always that sadness lingered. It was something he couldn't get rid of. "Because your daddy already died before. He....the angels, most of them, don't think he deserves to be alive again."