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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 9, 2012 1:04:16 GMT -5
Luc turned over, reaching up to stroke Dyson's cheek. "I'm sorry.. I wish I could make it better, Dyson.." He mumbled, gently tracing his fingers over his cheek. But he didn't take his hand from Monroe's either. He feared him, especially when he was vunerable. If anything, Monroe liked to take advantage of people at their weakest. He leaned up carefully, kissing him gently.
"I'm here, okay?"
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 9, 2012 8:09:33 GMT -5
Dyson met the kiss, eyes half closed. "Okay..." He whispered softly, rubbing at his face. His lhone buzzed with another texr, from his parents ahain, and he finally just turned it off, realizing if he had gone to work, he wouldn't have been able to say goodbye. Maybelle would never knkw it was her going into that coma that had really brought him and Lucas together. She would never kniw the abuse he suffered to try and help her. And all of a sudden that was gone, no point in it anymore..
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 9, 2012 13:06:53 GMT -5
"I'm really proud of you, baby.." Luc breathed, stroking his cheek slowly. He pulled his hand away from Monroe to take Dyson's. He heard his teeth grit, and waited for the hit, but it didn't come.
"You did so much for her. When everyone else would have been selfish about it, you.. You we're raped so many times for that little girl.." Guilt washed over him when he realized that trying to save Dyson might have cost his sister her life. "You did everything you could.."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 9, 2012 14:13:48 GMT -5
"I guess," He rasped, sure as hell didn't feel like he had done anything. He closed his eyes, tears dripping down his cheeks as he gripped Luc's hand tightly. His jaw trembled and he clenched his teeth to stop it. "She was only nine," He choked brokenly, running his free hand angrily over his eyes. "They've known since she was five, why the hell couldn't they do more for her?" His eyebrows furrowed and he dropped his gaze, swallowing.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 9, 2012 14:26:44 GMT -5
Luc squeezed his hand gently, reaching up to stroke his hair gently. He gently pulled his fingers through Dyson's hair. "I'm so sorry, Dyson.. I know nothings gonna make it better.. She really didn't deserve it.." He stroked his cheek gently, tears falling down his own. He chewed on his lip, squeezing Dyson's hand harder.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 9, 2012 14:35:05 GMT -5
Dyson's shoulders shook with his soft cries. He leaned forward, still hanging onto Luc's hand, the other propping his head up as he hid his face against it. He didn't say anything in response, didn't think he could even speak.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 9, 2012 14:50:06 GMT -5
Luc scooted closer, pulling Dyson's head to his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair. He cried softly himself, hated seeing Dyson like this and knowing there wasn't a thing he could do. "I love you so much.." He breathed, looking down at him.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 9, 2012 14:56:19 GMT -5
Dyson rested his head there gently, eyes closed. He tried focusing on Luc's breaths, the beat of his heart, to calm himself. "I..love you, too..." He managed brokenly. He rested a hand over Luc's stomach, barely even aware that Monroe was still there.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 9, 2012 15:06:29 GMT -5
Luc kept him close, rubbing what he could reach of his back. He closed his eyes, heard Monroe cough and looked up. Monroe glared at him, then walked out of the room. He came back a minute later.
"You got a dollar, baby?" He asked Luc, and Luc pointed to his jeans on the floor. He turned back to Dyson, rubbing his back gently.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Apr 9, 2012 16:04:53 GMT -5
Dyson opened his eyes, watching Monroe warily, nit liking how he kept calling him baby, but in no mood to complain right now. He drew in a soft breath, closing his eyes again. He didn't think he could cry anymore, rarely cried, let alone got sick. He worked his jaw some, breaths starting to slow down some more.
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