[CLOSED] when is everything gon' be alright?

[deacon reid rudman]

"Try turning over and laying her on your chest. That's the only way I've gotten her to sleep soundly since we left. She's been having horrible nightmares." He said, moving over so Connor could turn over in the bed. He looked up as Thatcher came in with a change of clothes for the both of them and a huge stack of books.

"Well, I got this.. I'm gonna go home and see what I got and be back tomorrow." He said, sitting them down on the floor.

"Thank you." Deacon said quietly, waving to him as he left.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor rolled onto his back with a faint wince, drawing Bandit onto his chest. He rubbed between her wings gently, glad she was back. But he couldn't help thinking the nightmares were his fault. He glanced up at Thatcher warily until the guy left then closed his eyes, breaths deepening and eyes feeling heavy, though he didn't sleep.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon got down onto the floor, cracking open the first book on the stack. He picked up the pen from the floor, a yawn passing his lips as he flipped to the index and started circling things. He glanced up at the time, then back down at the book. But it wasn't long before he was laying down beside the stack of books, one of them face side down on his chest as he fell asleep, his left hand black with ink.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tilted his head to watch him sleepily, but was eventually drifting. The medication had kicked in, and.for now he was able to sleep without a problem, body relaxing beneath Bandit as he pulled the blankets as close as he could, breaths slowing down.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Dad. Dad. Dad." Bandit said, leaning over the bed to poke him.

"What, baby?" He mumbled groggily. He sat up, running a hand through his hair.

"Time a get up." She said. He yawned, grabbing his clothes. He kissed her forehead, then walked to the bathroom for a shower.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stirred uneasily as he heard them, peering warily through slitted eyes. His jaw trembled and he huffed softly, remaining curled tightly in the bed. No voices, no images. Just fear.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon started the shower, leaving the door open in case Connor needed something. He pulled the shower curtain closed and started to wash off the blood from the day before, scrubbing until his skin was nearly raw.

"Daddy?" Bandit crawled over to him, kissing his forehead. She ran her fingers through her hair, playing with his hair. She laid down next to him until Deacon got out of the shower, wrapped with a towel around his waist.

"Want a bath?" He asked her, and she nodded, climbing off the bed. She walked over to Deacon and he helped her out of her dress, then into the shower where she started to bathe carefully.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor jumped as she touched him, easing up a bit as he watched her. When she got up and left, he curled up again, breaths shaky as he looked around, less and less himself, and more paranoid as the days passed.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Morning.." Deacon said quietly, walking over to him. He was afraid to kiss him, didn't want another of those one-sided kisses Connor was good at when he was mad or upset. He kissed his forehead, gently running his fingers through his hair. Bandit called him, and he went and got her out the shower, wrapping a towel around her.

"Wet rat." Deacon teased, sitting her on the bed to dry her off.

"I not a wet wat." She said, reaching up to twirl her hair as he dried off her legs.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Morning.." Connor mumbled uneasily as he watched him. He shifted his weight, bringing a thumb to his lips and chewing on a hangnail, wincing as he pulled it loose. Eyes watched them warily, uneasy and shifty as he hugged the blankets close.