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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 1:46:20 GMT -5
Devon wandered outside, gazing towards the woods, then followed Zander towards the object, staring down at the sandbox reproachfully before sitting. "You di'nt.." He mumbled, poking the sand. He bared his teeth some as it just closed loosely around his fingerxl, pulled his hand back protectively. "Why's'it in here?" He tapped the plastic container, then rubbed his wrist before reaching for Zander's hand.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 1:52:39 GMT -5
"The sand is probably for Bandit to play with. And the bucket is what you make castles out of." He said, slipping his fingers through Devon's. He put his hand back in it, holding it above the box to let it trickle through his fingers. "All it is is a bunch of ground up rocks and dirt and stuff. Little kids like playing in it because it's always cold at the bottom and you can make stuff out of it." He dusted his hand off on his pant leg, leaning over to kiss Devon's cheek gently. "And it's in a box so that she can get in and play with it and not dig it out of the grass."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 8:53:06 GMT -5
Devon watched the sand slip through their fingers in awe. "Oh.." He murmured, thinking about that for a moment, smiled faintly before resting his head on Zander's shoulder. "How long we stayin' here?" He looked around again, playing with Zander's fingers quietly.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 14:01:39 GMT -5
"I don't know.. Maybe a few days; hopefully everything back home will have blown over by then. But they're always going to be after you. There's no stopping that. Unless we move completely." Zander probably would have had no problem up and leaving if it weren't for Nevada. The boy was like a son to him, a son he would never have. He knew Devon probably couldn't take care of a child. and Zander didn't have enough of the patience for it. As much as he liked them, he also liked to see them go home.
"Deacon and Connor are getting married soon, so they're going to be getting everything together for the wedding and not only do I not want to be around when it's hell on earth, I've never been one for weddings. That, and it's rude to insert yourself where you don't belong." He kissed the side of his head, squeezing his hand gently.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 15:06:17 GMT -5
Devon huffed. "Okay.." He breathed, chewing on his lip. He looked down at his hands, dried blood under his fingers. "Killed 'im..." He mumbled, eyebrows furrowing. He didn't feel remorse though, despite his guilt. He knew Zander didn't like it, but couldn't understand how it was wrong, since it was instinct as well as his lack of understanding. "You mad at me..?" Not to mention the two nurses he had mauled.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 15:11:12 GMT -5
Zander listened silently at Devon's short sentences, the last bothering him. "Of course I'm not mad at you, Devon. People are only supposed to get mad at other people when they did something to hurt them, and you haven't hurt me. It just.. bothers me. Because I don't know how to fix you. I want you to be okay, is all.." He reached up, gently running his fingers through Devon's hair. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, hugging him close. "I'm just afraid they're going to come and take you away from me again.."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 15:19:12 GMT -5
"'M not broken," Devon mumbled dejectedly, biting his lip. He rested his head back on Zander's shoulder again, closed his blue eyes. He rubbed at his opposite arms, fingers tracing over the shapes of different scarred letters in his skin. "I-..." He worked his jaw, digging his fingernails against his arm, tears in his eyes.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 15:36:29 GMT -5
"I'm not saying you're broken, Devon.. I'm just saying that I don't want them to come take you because you're not like the rest of us.. I.. I'm like Deacon on this. I think that.. you kill people because of what you are.. And I can't blame you for something you can't control. And I know they're trying to keep you from hurting other people, but they can't lock me up for breathing, and they shouldn't lock you up for something you can't control.." He chewed on his lip, slowly running his hands over his arms.
"I love you, Devon.. A-and I just.. don't want to have to sleep without you again.." He mumbled, hugging him close. He honestly didn't think that what Dylan did to him helped with Devon's predicament, and that's what hurt him; the fact that Devon had what little chance at being normal he had taken away from him.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 15:43:19 GMT -5
Devon released his right arm slowly, studying the welts his nails had left on the scarred skin. He nestled close, swallowing. He just buried his face instead of saying anything, breaths quick and soft. "Dun' like myself nomore.." He mumbled, voice muffled against Zander's shirt.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 16:07:16 GMT -5
"I like you.. And because you're sick doesn't mean I like you any less.." Zander said quietly, reaching up to run his fingers through the boy's hair. He couldn't help thinking back to the first time he had seen the boy, and how things hadn't changed much since then. Except, maybe that Devon didn't go into the mall alone anymore.
"Devon.. Nothing will ever.. ever make you any less amazing than I think you are right now.. And no matter what, I will always be here for you, and I will fight tooth and nail for you.." He gently ran his fingers over the boy's back, looking up as the back door opened.
"Uh, Devon? Deacon kinda.. pulled a few strings and uhm.. If you wanna go with him you guys can go get your lunch.." Marc said, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.
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