jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 11, 2012 21:11:54 GMT -5
Jayson bit his lip. "Yeah..we'll figure it all out.." He insisted, kissed him softly. It was quiet downstairs, and there were no sirens. "Come on." He helped him up gently.
Connor hugged him tight. "L-love you too, Deacon. I'm s-sorr-ry for scaring y-you.." He kissed him, then smiled ar Bandit. "'M okay.." He mumbled softly.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 11, 2012 21:42:09 GMT -5
Nevada met the kiss gently, but he couldn't help thinking how Jayson deserved so much better than what he had to offer. He got to his feet, his back still killing him from four nights with Nixon slamming against him. He reached up, rubbing at an eye. "Beats my mom.." He mumbled to himself, probably the only part of his past no one ever knew about was that his mother often went to Nevada when she couldn't get a man.
Deacon kissed the top of his head. "No reason to be sorry. I'd rather be scared than not care. That's all my life used to be was watching everyone die." He said quietly, watched Bandit lay her head on Connor's leg.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 11, 2012 22:26:34 GMT -5
"Hm?" Jayson huffed at his mumbled words, absently playing with the feathers on his wings. Even if he didn't pull them, it wouldn't be a surprise if they were rugged in a week. He wandered down the stairs, gazing at the others.
Connor leaned against him, running his fingers through Bandit's hair as she laid her head on his leg.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 11, 2012 22:32:57 GMT -5
"Just thinking." Nevada said, following him down the stairs. He sat down on the sofa, pulling Jayson down next to him. He reached up to rub his nose before he pulled a leg up under him. "For real though. I'm gonna kill the bastard for fucking with my sexy hair."
Deacon held him close, looking down at Bandit before he tipped Connor's chin back, kissing him slowly. "I couldn't have picked a better husband."
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 11, 2012 22:47:04 GMT -5
Jayson smirked, then realized he'd lef the guy in the trunk, wondered if he was still there. He glanced at Thatcher. "You ah, mind coming outside with me real quick?" He asked the pirate, kissing Nevada softly for a moment.
Connor smiled faintly. "Mm.." He breathed, kissed him again before reaching down and pulling Bandit closer.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 11, 2012 22:52:50 GMT -5
Thatcher shrugged, getting up from where he was sitting indifferently, watching all the lovers around him. Nevada leaned close at the kiss, pulling Jayson closer for a moment before he let him go. But he wasn't as afraid of him leaving now as he was.
Deacon helped her up into their laps, and she curled up between the two of them, sticking her thumb in her mouth. She closed her eyes, holding tightly to Connor with the hand she didn't have in her mouth.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 11, 2012 22:58:23 GMT -5
Jayson got up, biting at his lip and playing with his wing again as he wandered outside. "This is Nixon's car.." He mumbled. "I had him tied up in the trunk.. And haven't opened it since. I dunno if he's in there.."
Connor rubbed her arm gently, biting his lip guiltily. It hurt, knowing they were so afraid of losing him.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 11, 2012 23:05:45 GMT -5
Nevada watched them go before he pulled his legs up into the sofa, rubbing at an eye.
Thatcher walked over to it, tapping on the trunk. "I doubt it." He said, pulling the handle so it popped open. And of course, it was empty. "Nope. Houdini's gone."
Deacon kissed the side of his head, hugging him close. "Thatcher's got pictures for you from the wedding." He said, gently rubbing his back.
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jayson thomas christopher
Angel
This ain't a whisky drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid.[RS:2=Nevada]
Posts: 395
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Post by jayson thomas christopher on Jul 11, 2012 23:09:57 GMT -5
Jayson scowled. "Fucker!" He hissed angrily, releasing his wing and a handful of feathers as he stalked back inside. He sat heavily on the couch, agitated.
Connor smiled. "Ok-kay," He breathed softly, yawning. He patted Bandit's lower back carefully.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Jul 11, 2012 23:36:43 GMT -5
Nevada looked over at him, reaching over to gently run his fingers down his chest. "What's wrong, Jayce?" He asked, turning so his head was laying back against the sofa.
Deacon told Thatcher to get the pictures he had taken, and Thatcher walked out to his car. He came back in and sat down with them, handing Connor the white book with their wedding pictures in it.
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