[CLOSED] when is everything gon' be alright?

[deacon reid rudman]

"Tickles." She said, wiggling closer to him with a smile. Deacon wrinkled his nose at her, reaching over to tickle her. "Stop dat." She giggled, swatting at his hand. He smiled, wrapping his arms around Connor again.

"My daddy." He said, kissing his neck.

"Nuh uh!" She complained, pushing his face away. "My daddy!"

"Nope. I love him most." He teased.

"Stop lying." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Dis my daddy. You kin have uncle Thatch."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled, hugging her close with a faint laugh, leaning back against Deacon.

'Amazing he trusts you with your little angel after you raped the goddess herself, hm?'

His smile faltered a bit and he played with Bandit's hair.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him closer, kissing behind his ear. Bandit pushed his face away again, scowling at him. "No. Mine."

"Just like a woman." He said, rolling his eyes. She rolled her eyes right back, and Thatcher just laughed, leaning back on his hands.

"She sure is a piece of work, huh?" He asked, smiling over at Deacon.

"She's nothing but a rascal.. Fiance stealer!" Deacon said, discreetly slipping his hand up Connor's shirt.

"I no steal your fancy." She said, rolling her eyes again. And he just laughed, shaking his head.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor laughed, trying to ignore everything in his head. "I'm f-fancy?" He teased, poking her nose playfully. He ruffled her hair, careful of the flower. Deacon's touch eased him up some, breaths slowing a bit.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Dad say I steal his fancy." She told him, reaching up again to pull the flower out of her hair.

"Bandit!" Deacon scolded, and she lowered her hand again, looking over at him.

"Your dad's about as fancy as a redneck trailer park." Thatcher said, smirking over at Deacon. Deacon just flipped him the bird, slipping his hand back under Connor's shirt. Bandit got situated in Connor's lap, laying down in the crook of his arm. Deacon kissed his neck again, gently running his hand up and down his stomach.

"How are you guys supposed to go about having a honeymoon with your little girl hanging around?" Thatcher asked.

"I dunno. Dallas will probably take her."

"I wanna keep her. She's adorable."

"No keep me." Bandit mumbled from Connor's arm.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor hugged her close, gazing down at her lovingly.

'Fucker. She doesn't deserve you. Why do they love trash like you. Go off yourself or something, make it better for them.'

'You killed you own brother, why should they bother with you?'

And then Death and Deacon's voice screaming hate and threats and dares.

He drew in a breath, tensing, jaw tightening.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon bit his lip, slowly tracing his fingers over Connor's stomach as he kissed his neck. "It's okay.." He breathed, hugging him closer. He hated knowing there was nothing he could do to make Connor better. "Everything's okay, baby.." He said quietly, watching him warily. He helped him carefully to the bed, gently taking Bandit's chocolate milk from her. She started to cry, curling close to Connor before she stuck her fingers in her mouth, falling asleep again.

"I'm gonna get something to drink. This coughing is killing me." He said, kissing him gently.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed, teeth heard gritting together as he was touched. He followed him emotionlessly to the bed and laid down, pulling the blankets over him and Bandit and hugging her close. "Okay.." He mumbled, watching him go before he slipped the two pills from under his pillow and swallowed them dry.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Tricking Deacon will get you nowhere. The more you two fight, the more you two are going to lose. And sooner or later, he wont be able to touch you anymore. Bandit can't live like that." Thatcher said from the floor, moving so he wouldn't be in Deacon's way when he came back. "That boy loves you a lot more than you know." He fell silent, running his hands up and down his legs.

"Thatcher, can you do me a favor?" Deacon asked, dropping a bottle of water into his lap. He sat down on the edge of the bed, popping the cap on his water.

"Yeah. What?" He asked, shaking the bottle.

"Can you go look in my attic and my library and see if you can find any books on this and bring them back up here? And a pen?" He asked, coughing into his arm.

"I'll get your clothes too." He said, getting up off the floor.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's eyebrows furrowed and he glared at him. "I'm not tricking h-him. I only skipped o-out once." He snapped. "I-it's none of yours business."

He curled back up angrily as he heard the door open, hugged Bandit closer and listened to them.