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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 18:23:25 GMT -5
Devon took the pajama pants and changed into them, pausing in the middle of doing so to stare at his bruised midsection. He drew them on, didn't want to bathe right now, and his wing hurt to bad to attempt taking on human form again. He was afraid Zander wouldn't want him anymore. Glanced at the window and grew uneasy.
Slipping into the main room again on silent feet, he stared at Zander, head cocked to the side, then touched his shoulder gently before trailing his hand down the other male's arm.
"You gonna come lay down with me, Zander...?"
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 18:30:44 GMT -5
Zander felt Devon touch his arm, and turned over onto his back, looking up at him. He still didn't look like his Devon, the Devon he thought he was falling in love with. But he was. Zander nodded, reaching up to touch his cheek. He sat up with a groan, at least glad he wasn't sore anymore. He got up, taking Devon's hand. He lead him back into the bedroom, where he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. He climbed into the bed, rolling over onto his back. He ran a hand up and down his chest, closing his eyes.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 18:40:08 GMT -5
Devon followed after him like an obedient puppy, climbing into the bed and curling up close. He tucked the leathery wings against himself, head near Zander's shoulder and chest as he closed his still human, baby blue eyes. Zander had yet to see him at his worst.
It wasn't clear if Devon liked what he was, because he honestly didn't understand that much of what he did was wrong. He had never been taught that it was, never told no. People avoided it all instead.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 18:48:47 GMT -5
Zander wrapped his arm around him, turning over on his side so he could hold him close. He kissed his forehead, running his fingers through his hair gently. He closed his eyes, and was close to sleep when there was a knock on the door. He cursed under his breath, climbing slowly out of the bed. From the annoying knock, he assumed it was Nevada. And that was just who he opened the door to.
"Cup'a sugar?" The boy asked with a smirk. Then studied Zander's flat hair, and the way his jeans were low on his hips. "Oh. My bad." He said, smirking again.
"There has been, and never will be any sex. What do you want?" Zander asked sleepily.
"Yeah, Jayce doesn't seem to fond of the idea either.." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Uh.. I just wanted to tell you, in case you didn't watch the news, that your dad apparently went on a murderous rampage. All the guys were about twenty, with baby blue eyes and dark hair. So, I hope your boyfriend's in there. And I would keep him in there, until he's convicted.." And with that, he walked off, leaving Zander to stare confused after him.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 19:07:29 GMT -5
Devon yawned softly, sharp canine teeth becoming normal slowly in the process. He nestled into the blankets, briefly eying the empty bed and wondering where he had gone off to.
Licking at his lips, he hummed faintly, running a hand through his hair, a wing hanging off of the bed, knees drawn up close to his chest.
He buried his face in the pillow, listening to faint voices in the quiet area before he began to doze off again, exhausted.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 19:21:57 GMT -5
Zander crawled back into bed, gently easing Devon's knees down, straightening out his legs. He kissed his forehead, wrapping his arms around him again as he pulled him close, holding him there. Soon he was asleep, just as the ran poured from the sky.
He woke up some time in the middle of the night and turned over, his breathing growing shallow. He closed his eyes again, draping a hand over his chest as blood slowly dripped out of his ear. Like words carried on the wind, he heard a hummed version of The Wedding March, the voice rhaspy.
'Not now..' He thought, but the voice humming only laughed. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he could feel someone's eyes on him, dark and cold. He dug one hand into the bed, and the pounding in his ears stopped, everything falling silent.
'Come on, Zander.' The rhaspy voice coaxed.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 19:28:06 GMT -5
Devon stirred as he was pulled closer, but did not wake.
As the night continued and Zander began to move around, he shifted his weight again, chest fluttering as he woke. He kissed the corner of Zander's mouth absently, slowly opened his eyes. Eyebrows furrowed. "Zander?" He mumbled, scooting closer and touching his cheek gently. He realized the pillow was bloody, and it wasn't his own. The smell was enticing towards his demon part, and yet he grew repulsed. This was Zander...
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 19:40:00 GMT -5
Zander could faintly hear Devon calling his name. He didn't want to go, he didn't want to leave him. But Death was pulling on his arm, coaxing him forward. He didn't like the light, and he didn't want to go. He yanked his arm back, but Death only grabbed him by the waist. He looked over and saw Devon's attempts to wake him and started to scream, shoving the dark figure away.
'No! He needs me!' He cried, falling down onto the floor. He scrambled over, grabbing his own hand hanging off the edge of the bed. The next thing he knew he was gasping for air, leaning over the edge of the bed as blood dripped down his throat. He gagged, and knew if he didn't get help, Death would be right back for him. And Death didn't like to be cheated.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 19:45:58 GMT -5
Devon tensed as Zander drew in a gasping breath, and he recoiled before crawling over and wrapping a gentle arm around the older male's waist, hugging him a bit closer. "Zander.." He whimpered softly, kissing his shoulder.
He buried his face against his back gently for a moment, chewed on his snakebites a bit. "You..need help.." He mumbled absently, cheek finding the others shoulder.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 19:54:51 GMT -5
The kiss on his shoulder made him feel a lot better. He nodded slowly, laying back on the bed. He pulled his phone off the nightstand where it had been charging and sent a quick text to Nevada. He sat it back where it was, reaching up to stroke Devon's cheek. He looked so scared, but the reflection he saw in his eyes didn't help with that much. Zander looked just as scared.
He ran his fingers through his hair, wanting to gag at the feeling of warm blood oozing down his neck. He closed his eyes, hearing the sirens faintly as he fell back asleep.
He looked up drowsily at Devon, the bright hospital lights nearly blinding him. He reached up, stroking his cheek gently. "Now you look like Devon.." He mumbled, managing a smile.
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