[OPEN] will you stay away forever?

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Thanks." He mumbled, smiling over at him. He reached up, covering Dyson's hand with his own. He slipped his fingers between the spaces, watching everything he did as if he were in a daze.

"I never thought.. I would be laying here with you.." He breathed, then started chewing on his lip where his lip ring used to be. He regretted taking it out for football. 'Take it out, faggot.' He could hear the coach say. His eyes faded to blue and he looked away, rubbing them as that high feeling came over him again.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson smiled, playing absently with his fingers. "I didn't, either..." He watched him quietly. "Hey..." Gently he leaned over him, trying to look him in the eyes, though his tangled hair was making it difficult. He shook it away. "everything's okay now, yeah?" He murmured. "I don't care what you look like, what has been done to you... but if it happens now, they won't live to see the light of day again.. I'm not letting you go just as soon as I've got you, Luc... I'm gonna help you make things better.." He rubbed his back gently.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Okay.." He whispered, draping an arm over his eyes. He put it off as withdrawal, the horrible need to off himself, just end everything. He groaned, sitting up in the bed. "I'm sorry. I'm just.. last night was rough." He said, putting his head in his hands. "I feel like I was hit by a truck." He laid back again, looking over at Dyson.

"Why don't you go take a shower?" He asked, brushing his hair back. "I'll make your bed."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"It's okay," He murmured, kissing his forehead gently. "Let's just hang out today yeah? Take it easy, you're pushing yourself too hard.." Impossible to imagine such a gentle Dyson when one was looking into pissed off blue eyes. And yet here he was, actually caring about someone else.

He nodded towards his tv. "We can find a movie or something when I'm done, pop some popcorn."

He ruffled his hair, getting up and leaving the room to head into the bathroom. Undressing slowly, he grimaced, and started up the water, wetting his hair and trying to untangle knots as he stepped into the spray, washing the coppery water run down the drain from dried blood. He touched the raw gash over his hip bone, carefully scrubbing clean each open wound and washing hair and body before getting out and toweling off.

He wrapped his right hand around the top and palm with a thin layer of gauze, threw a few butterfly bandages on his hip and tugged on boxers, uncountable numbers of faint finger shaped bruises littering his body as well as seeral larger ones. He scrubbed his hair dry, brushing it out before slinking back towards his room again, flannels in hand. He paused at the door, pulling them on, and tossed his sweatshirt aside.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc had made the bed as neat as he could, then laid on top of it. He had layed on his back entirely too long, something his doctor told him not to do for one good reason- when other people have lucid dreams, he has lucid nightmares. And he doesn't wake easily from them. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. His chest rose and fall slowly although his heart was pounding.

He tried to move, tried to wake up, but he couldn't. He started to twitch, starting with his hands, then his arms. He turned his head, looking at the wall. But it wasn't the wall his abnormally blue eyes saw, it was the locker room. He was screaming in his head for them to let him go, to stop. But they wouldn't. He just laid there, staring at the wall, his one hand twitching as his horrible nightmare played in his head, unable to wake from it.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson hesitated as he watched him, slinking over to the bed and sitting down. "Luc." She shook his shoulder gently, then a little more, sitting him up and hugging him close, rubbing soothing circles in his back. "It's okay Lucas," He murmured gently, holding him in hopes of offering enough security to calm him a bit. He rubbed his shoulders, humming an old song under his breath.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc didn't wake until the nightmare was over. And even then, as his eyes adjusted to the room, he could still see the offensive line lingering around, some of them in towels, others with their helmets in their hands. All of them smirking at them as if they knew a secret of his.

He wrapped his arms slowly around Dyson's neck, hugging him tightly. He looked at them, waiting for them to move, but all they did was shift, some would talk. Others would pace. But they still wore those daring looks, smirks on their lips. "I fell asleep.." He mumbled, hoping they would go away but they didn't.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"It's okay.." He hugged him tight. "Hey man..look at me, hm?" He brushed fingers gently through his hair, tilting his chin towards him, and smiled. "Just memories, huh? They don't deserve any of your time..." He kissed his forehead. "You just wanna lay here and watch something?"

He honestly thought it better if they both just took it easy, continued rubbing his back gently.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Yeah.." He mumbled, looking up at him. He laid back in his spot, waiting for Dyson to put on the movie and come lay with him. When he came, he moved close to him, terrified of the figures still looming around the room. He bit his lip, looking up to see one standing just by his head.

"Boo." It smirked.

"WAA!" Luc screamed, startled so much that he fell off the bed and hit his head on the floor. The figures suddenly disappeared, and he rubbed his head, wondering if he wanted to bother getting up.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson jumped as Lucas cried out, looking around, and slid off the bed, sitting beside him. "You okay?" He mumbled, gazing down at him quietly. He pulled him close, drawing his head gently into his lap, his eyebrows furrowing some. "What's wrong, Lucas?"

He took his hand gently, playing with his fingers as the previews played softly, eyes not leaving Luc's face.