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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 18:00:40 GMT -5
Devon bit his lip, nodding slowly. He followed him to the door and outside warily, instantly reaching for Zander's hand as they headed for the car before he climbed in. he sat his things aside, staring towards his feet as Marc's words ran through his head. The two nurses had been in his way, he hadn't wanted to hurt them... The boy however, had been something of a purposeful kill, and dinner.. And they had tried taking him away from it all.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jun 6, 2012 18:08:32 GMT -5
Marc waited until the two of them were in the car before he started it. It ran through his mind that it was entirely too late to be running the roads like this, especially to the grim reaper's house, of all places. At least he would be safe there, for awhile. He yawned, pulling out of the parking lot, and onto the main road. He drove in silence, looking up occasionally in the mirror at the two in the back.
He pulled into the long dirt driveway leading up to the far too old house. He parked in the front, and got out, followed by Zander. Deacon came out the front door, closing it quietly behind him, then he walked over to the car.
"The rest of the world is asleep, and the four of us are fucking around outside." He said quietly.
"It's not fucking if we still have pants on." Marc whispered with a smirk. He looked over Deacon's body, the man in only his boxers.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 18:16:56 GMT -5
Devon didn't utter a word on the way, picking his things up in his clean hand. He eyed Deacon warily, though a little more curiously since her at least somewhat knew him, then glanced towards the house with a tilt of his head, watching a guy not dressed in much more than Deacon, but far more scarred and sick looking, wander sleepily from the door and light up a cigarette.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 6, 2012 18:25:54 GMT -5
Marc looked over at Connor, then back at Deacon. "Oooo." He teased, and Deacon rolled his eyes.
"We were sleeping. If you wake Bandit up, I'm going to throw you in the fucking lake." Deacon said, and Marc shook his head. He followed Deacon to the house, Zander not far behind him. Zander took Devon's hand, glancing at Connor as they passed. Marc stayed outside, Deacon leading the other two up the stairs to the spare bedroom.
"The bathroom's that door." Deacon said. The entire room looked like it was right out of the seventeeth century. Zander looked around at the bare walls, biting his lip.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 18:29:16 GMT -5
Devon took his hand tightly, eyeing Connor warily. The the other didn't pay him much heed, instead turning to talk to Marc between puffs of smoke.
He wandered into the house and looked around, following them upstairs to the room. He looked around, setting his two items on the bed.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 6, 2012 18:35:57 GMT -5
"I'm going to bed. Bandit and Connor and Christy are going to Thatcher's tomorrow so I have to get up and drive them. Night." Deacon said, then left the room. Zander yawned, pulling his shirt over his head. He climbed into the bed, the blankets warm like they were just out the dryer. He looked over at Devon, patting the bed beside him.
"Come on and get some sleep. It's late." He said quietly, still shocked at Devon was actually there. It seemed like he was in the hospital forever.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 7, 2012 11:32:38 GMT -5
Devon watched the guy leave and could hear the boy from outside coming in. He crawled into the bed and beneath the blankets, far happier that this was actually Zander. His wrist had stopped bleeding again, and he grabbed the two stuffed cats, pulling them close before hugging Zander tight and burying his face in his chest with a soft breath, happy to be here, oblivious to exactly how wrong his escape was.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 7, 2012 14:07:03 GMT -5
Zander yawned again, wrapping his arms tightly around Devon. He kissed him gently, slowly running his fingers over his back. He knew Devon shouldn't be here because Devon hadn't learned a thing. Devon was still the monster he was when they admitted him. But he was glad to have him there with him, to be able to hold him while he slept. "I love you.." He breathed, slowly running his fingers through his hair.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 7, 2012 14:15:02 GMT -5
Devon bit his lip, hesitating. Last time he had used such words he had been told he was wrong. "...I..love you too..." He mumbled, hugging him even tighter, refusing to let go for any reason.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 7, 2012 14:22:31 GMT -5
Zander just continued to slowly run his fingers through his hair, keeping as close to the boy as he could. He didn't know when or if they were coming to take him; and if they did, he was sure that they were going to take him and not give him back. Ever. Devon was probably facing serious charges that Deacon couldn't wiggle him out of now. "I missed you.." He said quietly, kissing his forehead.
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