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Post by kellin jon perrette on Apr 25, 2012 22:33:40 GMT -5
Kellin watched Connor, something in his stomach turning. His eyes wandered to his hands, seeing the wedding band on one of them. He looked away, glancing out the window. He had barely heard Devan. He picked a sprinkle off of his doughnut, suddenly not very hungry.
"Ah.. Kellin.." He said quietly, barely audiable. He took his gum out of his mouth, putting it into a napkin. He sat it beside his coffee, but touched neither his cup nor his treat. He tapped his finger on the table, biting his lip again. He wanted to leave, eating suddenly not a appealing as it was when he first came. Then he remembered where he recognized the boy from- he had put him down for his last surgeries. He always fought him to try and get him to calm down. 'Rudman.. That's Deacon's boyfriend..' He thought, remembering his bright green eyes, the times he had come to take his soul. Kellin always suffered when he got sick, colds got ten times worse than they should be. Many times he had barely made it. "What do you do..?" He asked slowly, his eyes wandering to her face, then Connor before falling to the table.
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Angel of Death
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Post by devan engelica davenport on Apr 25, 2012 22:40:58 GMT -5
Devan watched the way he kept looking at Connor. She had her eyes on him as well, the way his hands shook as he drank his coffee, the unsteady breaths that followed his husky laughs. Was he even getting any better? And then there was Trez,, but that was a different story.
She glanced up at the question, caught off guard. "Uh.." She bit her lip. He wasn't human, so no secrets. "I perform as the bar for a little cash but... Mainly trafficing souls between worlds..." She breathed.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on Apr 25, 2012 22:57:53 GMT -5
"So you know Deacon.." He said quietly, more of a statement than a question. He folded his hands under the table, then started picking at the skin around his thumb. He didn't want to act like he was staring at Connor, even if he did find him attractive. Very attractive. He had just avoided him when he wasn't there to put him to sleep for surgery. Especially after his last surgery and he found out who he was.
He went over his work schedule in his head, wondering how long he had to work tomorrow. They had a bunch of surgeries, and a couple women due in for inducing labor.
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Life ain't so simple babe, when you're playing alone. You're tourin' with peril, the devil himself.
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Post by devan engelica davenport on Apr 25, 2012 23:01:56 GMT -5
"Yeah.." She murmured, watching him curiously. "And you seem to know Connor?" She'd taken him to heaven, and three days later dragged him on a trip to Hell and then right back here to continue dying. She had no say, it wasn't her choice. She shifted her weight, biting into her dougnut.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on Apr 25, 2012 23:08:20 GMT -5
"Only when he's screaming for Deacon.. Pleading with us to let him go.. He's.. just another patient, is all.. I don't like seeing him like that.. All.. broken and fragile, aging in the blink of an eye.. It's really not fair.. But I'm not God.. I put people to sleep.." He shrugged, still picking at his thumb despite the fact that it was bleeding now. He picked up a napkin, pressing it to it as he walked to the bathroom to run his hand under water. He always worried, even when there wasn't a thing to worry about. And as a result, his hands were constantly scabbed and bleeding, always picking at his nails and fingers and wrists. He walked back out, holding a paper towel to his hand as he sat back down.
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Life ain't so simple babe, when you're playing alone. You're tourin' with peril, the devil himself.
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Post by devan engelica davenport on Apr 25, 2012 23:53:04 GMT -5
"It's not fair..." She agreed, voice hushed. "But there's nothing either of us can do." She watched him pick at his finger until it bled, and when he came back, she thought over her words carefully. "Stressed?" She murmured, reaching over to touch his hand curiously. "You wanna know something that helps? You have to trust I'm doing nothing but paying you back." She drew her hand back, not wanting him to yell like Terance's brother had.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on Apr 26, 2012 0:06:00 GMT -5
Kellin shook his head, drawing his hand back slow. "No.. I just worry is all.." He said quietly, watching her hesitantly. He didn't like the idea of people paying him back, preferred to just do something for them and be done with it. He didn't care if it was something enormous. He just liked being left alone. "I don't need to be paid back.. It's okay, really.." He was honestly scared of what she was going to do, what she had in mind. He didn't trust people.
"Why? What are you going to do?" He asked hesitantly, looking down at the table. He pulled the paper towel back, looking down at his hand.
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Post by devan engelica davenport on Apr 26, 2012 0:16:10 GMT -5
Devan smiled. "Hey just relax...I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. Just rest your head in your arms and try to relax okay?" She gently brushed his hair off his shoulders, fingers gentle, and pressed her thumbs against his shoulderblades. Her hands were firm but calculated as she sat down beside him, working out the knits in his shoulders and the back of his neck.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on Apr 26, 2012 0:24:17 GMT -5
Kellin tensed, feeling her hands on him. He laid his head down like he was told, folding his arms under it. He looked down at the floor and his dusty shoes, her gentle massage doing nothing to ease up his mind. That was his problem. He was always thinking. The worst things would pass his thoughts, and he would start to worry until he worked himself into a panic attack. It's just how he was since he got out of school.
He chewed on his lip, waiting for her to be done. It didn't make him feel any better, only made him more scared. Her hands so close to his neck, it was like he was inviting her to do whatever she pleased.
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Angel of Death
Life ain't so simple babe, when you're playing alone. You're tourin' with peril, the devil himself.
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Post by devan engelica davenport on Apr 26, 2012 0:31:52 GMT -5
Devan bit her lip, eyebrows furrowing. She hadn't wanted to cause any problems. "I'm sorry.." She breathed drawing back. "I just-..I always try and help people and make a fucking fool of myself... I don't know what I was doing... Maybe I should go." She felt like a complete idiot. Of course he didn't want to be touched by a stranger. Especially her. There were reasons she could barely even hold down friends. She.slid out of his jacket and set it beside him, turning to head out the door. With her luck it was raining, and she would still have to walk already drenched at this rate, just stood there shivering and mulling things over. "Maybe being different means I'm better off alone.." She mumbled to herself. "I'm not even a part of this race, why am I even here?" She raised her head to the sky in question, mascara and eye liner running.
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