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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 18, 2013 23:12:46 GMT -5
I frown again as he reaches up to wipe at the corner of his eye before burying his face in my neck. I sigh softly, patting his back gently while holding him to me. I smile softly as Connor leans forward to kiss me once more before reaching for the blanket and pulling it over us. "You don't feel well, do you? Of course not, you were in the hospital." I say, answering my own question. I unwrap my legs from around him and cover him back up. I grab our shirts from the floor and fold them before heading back to my room. I pull out a Secrets tank top for Con and head back, holding it out to him. "You're gonna go back to my room, I'll bring you some water." I order, picking up both our drinks before heading into the kitchen. I set them back in the fridge and pull out a glass and put a couple ice cubes in it before putting it under the tap.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 23:17:36 GMT -5
Connor shook his head guiltily at the question, hugging the blanket tight around himself and sighing.
He watched Attyston get up, and finally got to his own feet, petting Jascaar before wandering down the hall to the bedroom.
Connor climbed into the bed and under the blankets, burying his face in the pillow. A hand gripped it until his knuckled went white, and his arm started to hurt. He didn't let go though. Ashamed in himself for his addictions, for feeling sick.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 18, 2013 23:32:50 GMT -5
I turn the tap off once it was a little over half full and push my hair out of my face. What had I been thinking, taking advantage of him while he was weak? I sigh, turning to cross the living room, making sure not to step on Jascaar, and head back into my room. I sit down beside him, holding out the glass to him. I didn't want to push food on Connor just yet, and it'd probably piss him off, anyway. I didn't want him pissed at me, or at least not yet. We had just started truly 'dating' and I didn't want to ruin it. "Want me to lay with you?" I ask quickly, reaching out my hand to run it through his black hair affectionantely.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2013 0:42:22 GMT -5
Connor reached out and took the glass, releasing his tight grip on the pillow. He sipped at it slowly, then took several swallows before looking up when Attyston spoke. "Please.." He whispered, wanting to cuddle up to his warmth. He was exhausted, hurting, a mix of emotions. But he couldn't help how happy he was that Attyston was his now, and he didn't want to waste a moment of it because he wasn't even sure how long they had.
Blue eyes closed and he trembled, setting the water down in reach and snuggling further into the blankets.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 19, 2013 14:42:29 GMT -5
I nod as he answers and pull back the covers before throwing them back over my shoulder. My green eyes watch as Connor sets the water glass on the table before I pull him into my arms. A yawn breaks across my face. Today had been a long day. The yelling, going to the hospital, the worry over him, then shopping. It had been an odd and terrifying turn of events today. I tuck a stray strand of hair behind Con's ear, a small smile on my face. "You tired?" I ask, my voice soft as I look at him. I was, and he was probably in pain. I bite the inside of my lower lip, but I didn't want to give him any asprin just yet. I didn't want him to become, like, dependant on them or something.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2013 14:13:40 GMT -5
Connor nodded, nestling up close after he had been pulled into Attyston's arms. "Yeah.." He whispered hoarsely, clearing his throat and cradling his arms protectively against his stomach. Everything in his body seemed upset at him. His arms for slicing them up, his stomach from starving, the rest of his body from the onset of withdrawals.
He shivered, curling up some and closing his eyes, trying to focus on Attyston's breathing as a distraction. Connor's own were a bit shallow, uneven.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 20, 2013 15:07:59 GMT -5
I smile as he cuddles up to me, his thin frame against mine. I nod slightly as he nods at my question, eventually rasping out a confirmation. I tenderly plant a kiss on his forehead, shifting to a more comfortable position against Connor. "Me too. Been a long day." I eventually agree, resting my head on the pillow. I close my green eyes, my breathing slow and calm against his quick, uneven ones. I worried about him, but I soon start to doze off. I was comfortable around Con, I knew that he wouldn't hurt me, and I hopes that he knew the is went the other way, too.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2013 15:48:30 GMT -5
Connor kept quiet, listening to Att's breaths soften as he began to drift off. He chewed a thumbnail uneasily, wincing as he torn it, blood welling up around the nail, stinging pain coming across it. Oops. It was enough to calm him though and he soon drifted off as well, falling into an uneasy, but exhausted slumber and remaining fast asleep through the night.
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