monroe owen hughes
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Reincarnate of Jack the Ripper
cause i'm as bad- as bad as it gets. [RS:3=Zain.]
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Post by monroe owen hughes on Apr 17, 2012 0:24:46 GMT -5
Monroe smiled. He turned over, taking the puppy with him. It whined in complaint, obviously not wanting to be moved. He moved so his back was against Zain's chest. He rubbed the top of the puppy's head gently, was surprisingly tired despite being sedated so much today.
"I got a key too." He said, reaching up to mess with it. "But it's heavy and doesn't mean as much to me as that one. I don't know where the other half is. If it even has one." He yawned, hugging the puppy close.
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zain marshal rhoston
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You call me strong, you call me weak, but still your secrets I will keep...[RS:1]
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Post by zain marshal rhoston on Apr 17, 2012 0:28:01 GMT -5
"Maybe it doesn't need another half," Zain murmured sleepily. "Maybe two broken people only need one half of a whole... Maybe it makes its own whole self." He kissed the back of his neck, draping his left arm over his torso. And within minutes his breaths had deepened into content sleep.
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monroe owen hughes
Reincarnates
Reincarnate of Jack the Ripper
cause i'm as bad- as bad as it gets. [RS:3=Zain.]
Posts: 387
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Post by monroe owen hughes on Apr 17, 2012 0:38:57 GMT -5
It troubled Monroe to think that maybe Zain was his half. Then the reoccurring thought of 'Yeah. Right. Who could want you?' came back, and he didn't know if he was happier or more devastated at the thought. He didn't want to admit that all he wanted was Zain. He soon fell asleep too, keeping the puppy close with one hand, and Zain's arm with the other.
He woke up to Dash's annoying screaming, and slowly opened his eyes. "Dash, fuck.." He breathed.
"MONROE IT'S A PUPPY DOG! What's it's name?!" She exclaimed.
"I dunno.. Go on. Zain's sleeping.." He said quietly, watching the puppy lick curiously at his stomach, then stumble down to his feet.
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zain marshal rhoston
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Post by zain marshal rhoston on Apr 17, 2012 0:45:12 GMT -5
Zain stirred at the pitfhy scream of excitement, groaning in complaint. He buried his face stubbornly against Monroe's back, nestling close as his breaths began to deepen again. He still had an arm around the other male, but had manahed to pull the blankets over himself some, breaths shallow and quick for a moment before falling back into rhythm.
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monroe owen hughes
Reincarnates
Reincarnate of Jack the Ripper
cause i'm as bad- as bad as it gets. [RS:3=Zain.]
Posts: 387
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Post by monroe owen hughes on Apr 17, 2012 0:49:23 GMT -5
"But-" Dash started to complain, and Monroe shot her a daring look. She pouted, trying to get him to break. But he didn't. She eventually left, telling her mom and dad that he had a puppy and a boy with him. Monroe reached over, fixing the blankets. He whistled, and the puppy's ears perked up. He patted the bed, and it tottered back up. He hugged it close, looking up as his dad walked in. He pressed a finger to his lips, then pointed to Zain. His dad left, and Monroe turned over, snuggling close. He had never fallen asleep with anyone who actually kept him close.
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zain marshal rhoston
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Post by zain marshal rhoston on Apr 17, 2012 0:59:48 GMT -5
Zain hummed happily at the feeling of Monroe moving closer, and he briefly opened his eyes in his half asleep state before they gradually closed again and he was once more asleep, still hugging Monroe close.
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monroe owen hughes
Reincarnates
Reincarnate of Jack the Ripper
cause i'm as bad- as bad as it gets. [RS:3=Zain.]
Posts: 387
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Post by monroe owen hughes on Apr 17, 2012 1:08:22 GMT -5
Monroe laid there as long as he could before he finally had to go to the bathroom. His throat was dry, too, and he felt like he hadn't eaten in days. But he couldn't bring himself to eat. Not with that chalky taste. He got to his crutches, and the puppy wandered around aimlessly before curling up under Zain's chin. He made his way into the foyer, passing the living room where his family was playing a board game. On his way back to the bathroom, his dad called to him. He made his way into the small room, looking drowsily at them.
"Yeah?" He mumbled.
"Why are you alone in bed with a boy?" His dad asked.
"Dad, we didn't do anything.. He fell asleep. He was here for like, five minutes before he crashed."
"And what's with the dog?"
"It's just a puppy.. It isn't hurting anything."
"It better not touch any of the furtniture"
"It won't. Mom, can you get me a drink?" He asked, and she got up, walking to the kitchen as he walked back to the game room, sitting down on the bed.
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zain marshal rhoston
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Post by zain marshal rhoston on Apr 17, 2012 1:12:27 GMT -5
Zain nestled close to the puppy and in the blankets as Monroe left, never waking. He stirred again as the bed shifted with weight, a brief grimace passing his face before it faded again. It was hard to say if it was pain or a dream, but considering he had taken his medication before getting here, it was most likely the latter of the two.
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monroe owen hughes
Reincarnates
Reincarnate of Jack the Ripper
cause i'm as bad- as bad as it gets. [RS:3=Zain.]
Posts: 387
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Post by monroe owen hughes on Apr 17, 2012 1:24:53 GMT -5
His mom brought him a glass of juice, and he took it, thanking her silently. He took a long drink out of it, then sat it down on the table. He laid down, moving as close as he could to Zain. He picked up the remote, turning down the TV until it was nothing but a whisper. He flipped through the channel, stopping on the military channel. He watched some show about Hitler that he could barely hear. He sat the remote down, turning over so he was on his stomach.
He was beyond happy to be here with Zain. But it scared him. What they had wasn't set in stone. It wasn't even set in sand. It was floating around, changing by every passing moment in his mind. Zain could get up and walk out for all he knew. He could never come back. He could find someone else. But to Monroe he meant something, which was saying a lot considering he didn't feel anything for anyone else. He buried his face in his arms, and eventually fell asleep again.
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zain marshal rhoston
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You call me strong, you call me weak, but still your secrets I will keep...[RS:1]
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Post by zain marshal rhoston on Apr 17, 2012 8:18:07 GMT -5
Zain stirred at some point, aware that he still had his arm around Monroe and that the puppy was curled up between them. He yawned softly, nestling further intk the pillows and blankets as he shifted his weight, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed at all.
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