[CLOSED] when is everything gon' be alright?

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon kissed him back gently, rubbing his back gently. He pulled away slowly, looking over at Connor lovingly. He realized just how lost he really was without Connor. The only thing that had kept him partially sane was Bandit, and even she was lost without Connor around. "It might have been a lot easier to have not kissed you that day.. And to have bot fallen in love with you.. But my life also wouldnt have been the same. You showed me what true happiness was.. And I wouldn't trade that for anything, no matter how much easier it might have been.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor managed a smile at such words, and briefly the feeling knocked all voices out of his head. He knew it would get worse if they didn't figure out something better, if the things-whatever they were-multiplied. "I love you.." He murmured. "You change m-my life, Deacon. You s-s-saved me."

[deacon reid rudman]

"I love you too." He said with a smile, reaching up to brush his hair out of the face. "How ironic. Death saving someone who wanted nothing more than to die. Everything would have been a whole lot different if you weren't here. At least Bandit got to know what it was really like to have parents." He forced a smile, didn't want to admit it killed him to not have her here anymore. He had raised her since she was only a little nine week old fetus. Which made him feel like a chicken, but it was worth it when she finally started crying and walking and talking and teething.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Yeah.." He murmured. And to think she was in heaven, while they were to get nothing but Hell... He swallowed, nestling close again. He winced as somebody screamed a few rooms over, nestled closer and drew in a soft breath. "I h-hate thinking I'm just like them," He mumbled.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I hate thinking you're just like them too." He said quietly, pulling his phone out to check it, but it was dead. He had had all intention of calling Thatcher to tell him to search the attic and see if he could find anything on a parasitic plague. "We'll find something to fix you.." He said quietly, kissing the side of his head. He looked up as there was a knock on the door, jumping himself. 'I always think Mat is following us..' He thought, looking up as Thatcher peered around the corner.

"Are you sane?" He asked.

"I've never been sane, Thatch.." Deacon mumbled,

"Oh. Well, that's true.. That's what you get for being raised for a pirate. I got treasure, though."

"What are you even- BANDIT!" He started to cry as she toddled around the corner in a long white dress, a white flower in her hair.

"See? We got her a wedding dress. She's ready for cake, isn't she?"

"Uh huh." She said with a smile, pulling up her dress to show them her little black shoes.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew in a soft bresth, smiled. He gently kissed away Deacon's tears. "Bandit... C-come here baby. You're gorgeous.." He smiled faintly, turning in Deacon's lap, wincing as his bloodied lower back rubbed against his shirt. He held open his arms.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Fank you." She said with a smile, toddling over to them carefully so she didn't trip on her dress. She sat down in Connor's lap, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"She knows she can't throw the flowers on any of the guests. They have to go on the ground. And Ace is gonna curl her hair, isn't he?" Thatcher asked, sitting down across from them.

"Uh huh." Bandit said again, smiling up at Connor. "I get a wings like you, daddy." She said, reaching behind her to mess with one of her tiny white wings. "We gonna have a wedding?" She asked.

"I dunno. In that dress you might steal Connor. Again." Deacon teased, kissing his neck.

"Yeah." She smiled.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled. "y-yeah, you sure do baby," He breathed as he hugged her tight.

'She deserves hers though, faggot. Yours are nothing pure, you had to get them replaced by Hades,' the voice sneered.

He did his best to ignore it, tilting his head at the kiss and smilong faintly. "Daddy l-loves you, yeah?" He kissed her little forehead.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Yub oo too, daddy." She said, smiling up at him with her bright blue eyes. She reached up to grab the flower out of her hair, and Deacon reached around Connor, pulling her hand away.

"You keep in your hair what we put there, Bandit." He told her sternly, and she wrinkled her nose at him. He pinched it playfully, and she giggled, cuddling closer to Connor. Deacon wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, propping his head on his shoulder.

"Don't you have to go get her blessed or something? So she has a name since she was just.. like.. nine weeks old when you got her?" Thatcher asked. "How small is that, anyways?"

"Like.. a little over an inch. And it grew into that." He pointed to Bandit. "I dunno. I don't really have a middle name for her."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled down at her, keeping his arms tight. He gazed waripy up at Thatcher, edgy, always feeling likebsomething was wrong. Deacon could probably dlfeel his racing heart. He shifted his weight, getting comfortable some, and realized they were still sitting on the floor.