[CLOSED] when is everything gon' be alright?

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon leaned over, kissing him gently. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning down to kiss the top of Bandit's head. He climbed in behind Connor, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He kissed his neck gently, then coughed into his arm. "She looks beautiful in that dress, huh?" He asked, looking over at her in her little white dress. "You sure you aren't gonna marry her instead?" He teased, kissing his cheek.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Y-yeah she does..." He breathed, relaxing at the touch. His back had finally finished bleeding, the gauze sticking painfully to his back. He chuckled at his words, cleared his throat. "No...I-I'd never marry anybody but y-you."

[deacon reid rudman]

"Never say never." He said, laying his head down on the pillow. He gently ran his hand up and down his stomach, the other resting on his hip. He chewed on his snakebite, wanting a shower now more than ever. He could feel the blood sticking to his neck, shoulder, and chest where it had poured out when he attempted a hasty removal of the tattoo on his neck. He yawned, slipping his hand up Connor's shirt again to trace over his stomach.

"What if I made Britt pierce your belly button?" He teased, squeezing his hip playfully.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled, reaching around to tug his own bloodied shirt away from his back. He realized they'd both scratched their tattoos out, bit his lip. He smiled at the comment, tracing his hand down his torso to cover Deacon's own. "I-I'd be okay with th-that.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon played with his fingers, kissing his neck gently. "As sexy as that would be, you'd have to constantly keep your shirt on or I'd be bound to have my hands on you." He smirked, squeezing his hip gently before he laid back again, closing his eyes. It was still hard to stay awake, considering he had lost so much blood. Even if he was immortal, he still needed blood. "You're so sexy it's not even funny." He said quietly, running his hand slowly over his stomach.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor chuckled. "I'd be ok-kay with that, too." He teased softly, shifting his weight some, nestled comfortably between the two and the blankets. Not so much fear about the place considering he was always so edgy. The medication was kicking in though, and that constant exhaustion was back. He yawned.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon snuggled close to him, moving his hand slowly up and down his chest and stomach in a soothing movement. He yawned, then kissed the back of Connor's neck gently. "Yeah, but I'd hate for you to constantly be wearing a shirt. I like seeing you when you get out the shower and you're all wet." He shifted his weight, looking over Connor as Bandit started to whimper in her sleep, her wings twitching uneasily.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor just smiled.

'No, he wants to fuck you like your dad.'

Connor shook off the voice angrily, reaching over and stroking Bandit's little wings before he hugged her closer.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit quieted at the touch on her wings, snuggling close to him. Deacon yawned again, stretching his arms over his head before he wrapped them tightly around Connor. "I'm just messing with you. Holding you means a lot more to me than sleeping with you." He said, reaching up to stroke his hair with one hand, the other resting on his hip.

"Daddy.." Bandit cried, her wings tensing before she finally relaxed, clinging to Connor.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tilted his head, kissing his jaw gently in response. He wasn't upset, had accepted that Deacon wouldn't use sex to hurt him.
When Bandit cried out, he kissed her forehead keeping her close. "I'm right h-here baby.." He murmured, not sure if she had called out intentionally or because she was having a bad dream.