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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 9, 2012 0:19:31 GMT -5
Devon unfurled after a few minutes, and as soon as he was sure his own head was silent, he got up and wandered back to Zander, crawling into his lap. He touched Zander's damp cheeks tenderly with a slight frown, hugging him tight, and tilted his head against his shoulder to look at Marc. "Who's Jason..?" He mumbled.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 9, 2012 0:24:23 GMT -5
Zander hugged him close despite being so hurt about being pushed away. He ran his hands slowly over Devon's back, looking down at the floor. Deacon came back downstairs in a pair of black slacks, and Marc got up with the pushpins.
"He's the guy who tried to cut me open. But he goes by another name.. He like, got hit by a train or a bus or drowned or something.. Came back with a vengeance." He shrugged, but was obviously bothered by it. He got Deacon to walk up a few stairs so he wouldn't have to bend over, and started pinning his pants.
"You gotta hurry before Connor comes home." Deacon said, checking his phone.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 9, 2012 0:27:58 GMT -5
Devon buried his face in his neck, kissing it softly before searching his face affectionately. He tightened his grip further, trembled. He tilted his head to watch Marc, chewed on his snakebites. "Nixon..?" He offered as he watched the two, trembled again.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 9, 2012 0:36:09 GMT -5
Marc turned one of the legs in, and started to pin it so Deacon wouldn't step on it. He shrugged at the mention of the name. "I don't know.. Tony and Zoey and them all call him Jason. But no one in town knows a Jason. They knew a Jason who got hit by a train or a bus or drowned or something. But they don't know of any Jason now. Might be Nixon, though. Cause a few people said they saw this guy walking around that looked like him, only like.. His hair was darker. And his name was like a president or something. I wouldn't know. I work at a freaking bar."
Zander shifted his weight, a sigh passing his lips. "What does this guy have to do with anything? I mean, besides doing an impromptu operation on Marc."
"I dunno. But I have a funny feeling that he knows Nevada.." Deacon said quietly.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 9, 2012 0:42:00 GMT -5
"Screamin' his name in my head.." Devon whispered, voice laced with shame. He buried his face against Zander again. His jaw trembled before he yawned, touched Zander's cheeks again gently, brushing at the tears before just gazing at him with complete effection.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 9, 2012 0:49:48 GMT -5
"Who's screaming?" Zander asked, seriously concerned for Devon's well-being if he was hearing voices in his head. But he was also concerned now that Nevada's name had just randomly been mentioned. And Nevada hadn't texted him back.
Marc finished pinning Deacon's pants, and walked back to the sofa to finish his shirt. Deacon walked upstairs, carefully changing out of the pinned slacks and into his pajama pants before he walked back down with the pants.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 9, 2012 0:54:34 GMT -5
"I'unno..." He huffed softly "Said you was dreaming, then started screamin'.." He ran a hand through his own hair some, closing his eyes. "He's gone now, though.." He reached for a blanket, pulling it close.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 9, 2012 1:00:42 GMT -5
Zander wrapped the blanket carefully around him, hugging him close. He closed his eyes, shifting his weight a bit. "Nevada still hasn't texted me. And he's usually got his phone glued to his hand. And I doubt him and Jayce are doing anything that involves not using his phone."
"Maybe he just doesn't have a signal.." Marc said quietly.
"Or he could be taking a nap.." Deacon offered.
"Nevada doesn't nap." Zander mumbled.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 9, 2012 1:05:31 GMT -5
'Help them out oh crazy Devon. Tell them about Nevada's little run in with his brother, Tybalt. My poor sons, so fucked over for being related to me, hm? Well go on then.'
Devon yawned again but didn't open his eyes. "Found his brother," He slurred sleepily.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 9, 2012 1:12:40 GMT -5
"Nevada doesn't have a brother.." Zander said quietly, a yawn passing his lips. He didn't understand why he was so tired. He could usually go on a couple hour's sleep and was never this tired. He watched Marc get up and hang the shirt up, then walk upstairs to put it away.
"Is he human? Cause a lot of Demigods only have one parent they know of, and they just.. come off as human. Except like, Ace. Cause his dad is poseidon." Deacon said, finishing off his drink.
"I'm pretty sure Nevada's human. Unless there's a demigod who's power is being annoying." Zander said.
"Hades is pretty annoying.." Deacon said with a shrug.
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