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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 22:37:01 GMT -5
Devon shifted his weight occasionally, hand tightening and loosening on Zander's shirt each time, as if checking to be sure that he was still there. He slept soundly unlike the previous night though, didn't toss and turn at all, obviously far better off now that he had eaten a proper diet for his body.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 22:46:18 GMT -5
Zander soon fell asleep, holding on tight to Devon. He slept soundly enough. That was, until he started to have a nightmare. He could see Nevada pacing back and forth, his hands grasping his hair. 'No.. No.. Zander, I don't get it.. Zander.. No.. Zander.. Zander..'
"Zander.. Zander.." Marc shook him, and Zander opened his eyes, looking up at him. "You were holding your breath. I swear you turned blue."
Zander shifted uncomfortably, looking warily over at Deacon. Deacon just forced a smile, turning his glass around.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 22:54:28 GMT -5
Devon stirred faintly at the suddenly close voices, growled softly in his sleep, baring his teeth some. He shifted his weight, hugging Zander even tighter. He buried his face, mumbling something, and relaxed again.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 22:59:18 GMT -5
"Shh.." Zander breathed, hugging him tightly. He kissed the top of his head, slowly running his hands over his back. He kept him close, drawing a leg up in the chair so he could shift his weight a bit and not disturb Devon. He closed his eyes, slowly running his fingers up and down his back. It wasn't long before he fell asleep again, that dream of Nevada resurfacing again. Only this time he realized Nevada had a huge gash down his chest and stomach, so deep he could see his heart, and that it should be beating. But it wasn't.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 23:08:25 GMT -5
Devon shifted his weight. 'You're boyfriend's dreaming about a little friend of his, hm? Don't you want to help? But that poor vampire will recognize the name huh? Nixon, Jason. SAY IT!'
Devon cringed in his sleep, mumbling the name without knowing he had in his sleep. He curled up tighter.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 23:21:28 GMT -5
Zander pulled Devon closer, clinging tightly to his shirt. But nothing was helping. All he could see was Nevada pacing back and forth, blood dried down the front of his jeans. 'I want Jayce.. Zander, this isn't fair.. What's gonna happen to Jayce?' Then he stopped pacing, and started drumming his fingers on his legs. 'He was straight anyways.. He'll live, right?' Nevada waved a hand, trying to wave the situation away as tears poured down his cheeks. 'He's just gonna be fine.. They always bounce back, don't they?'
Marc went pale, stopping in the sewing he was doing at the name. He shifted his weight, biting his lip. He started sewing again, his heart pounding in his chest. He suddenly didn't want to go home, felt safer here.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 23:27:36 GMT -5
'What's wrong pretty boy? Just because I didn't create you, you're still a monster, still going to Hell. And I can get in your head perfectly fine. YOU'RE A KILLER! AND SO IS NIXON. KILL HIM DEVON, WATCH ZANDER FEAR YOU. MONSTER! MON-'
Devon screeched, hands slamming over his ears as he jerked awake, pushing away fro Zander. He yelped as he hit the floor.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 23:58:08 GMT -5
Zander started awake when Devon cried, ignored the tears falling down his cheeks as he reached for him. "Devon.. Devon, it's okay.." He breathed, slipping out of the chair to kneel beside him. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, hugging him close.
"Shh.. Devon, it's okay.." He said, reaching up to stroke his hair. He wondered if Devon had a nightmare like him, what was wrong with him. "Hey.. Hey.. It's okay.."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 9, 2012 0:02:27 GMT -5
Devon tensed, to startled. "Dun' touch me." He tried jerking away and scrambled up, collapsing against the wall as he drew his knees up, clutching his head, breaths shaky. He peeked up at the others quietly, startled tears dripping down his face. He didn't want Zander afraid of him, didn't want to go after somebody else.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 9, 2012 0:07:48 GMT -5
Zander went pale, dropping his hands to his lap. "O-okay.." He mumbled, more tears falling down his cheeks. He got up slowly, sitting back down in his chair. He pulled out his phone and texted Nevada to see if he was okay, then sat his phone on the table. He pulled a leg up in the chair, watching Deacon get up and go upstairs, Marc working on his shirt with shaking hands. Marc didn't bother looking up, just continued with his tedious stitching.
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