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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 22, 2013 19:01:58 GMT -5
-little time skip-
I grab a spoon and carefully carry the bowl into the living room, bending over to set it on the coffee table. "Con, got you something." I say softly, holding the spoon out to him as I sit down on the couch. I sigh, pushing my hair out of my face as I take my Toms off. I look over at him, worry etched across my face. I was scared for him, and my mind still hadn't quite gotten to the fact that his father had raped him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 19:06:57 GMT -5
Connor opened his eyes groggily, a shiver washing over his thin body. He took the spoon in trembling fingers and sat up, leaning over and bringing a mouthful of soup to his lips. After a few more he paused to let that settle, curling back up with his head in Att's lap. "I was s-so scared...I dunno how I-I got there I just-...I thought I saw m-my dad.." His lips quivered.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 22, 2013 19:41:44 GMT -5
I smile softly as he lays his head in my lap and I brush damp hair from his face. "When you finish you're getting a shower- it'll warm you up." I say, trying to ignore Connor's ramblings. I didn't want to listen to it right now. I wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to get hypothermia and die.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 20:53:59 GMT -5
"Ok-kay.." He murmured, pulling the bowl of soup to himself and sipping at spoonfuls cautiously. He finished almost all of it, then curled up again. "Shower with m-me..?"
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 23, 2013 18:02:16 GMT -5
I watch him bring the spoon to his mouth again and again, like a mother chicken watching over her eggs. Only there was affection and something voer than motherly love in my gaze. I push my gringe out of my face, nodding at Connor's question. "Let me get the bowl cleaned, you stay under the covers until I call you when the water's warm." I state, grabbing the bowl and getting to my feet to wander into the kitchen.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 18:54:24 GMT -5
"Kay.." He drew in a breath, snuggling into the blankets with a shudder and trying to understand what he'd even seen while on the lake, closed in by the fog..he'd literally lost his mind. Connor swallowed, felt a tear roll down his cheek. What was happening to him..?
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 23, 2013 19:56:01 GMT -5
-little skip-
I turn the water on and tug my shirt over my head, tossing it towards the hamper. I stick a hand under the stream of water and wait for it to warm up. "Connor, come on!" I call, waiting for him before I got in.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 0:50:08 GMT -5
Connor got up, remaining huddled in the blankets as he waddled to the bathroom. He dropped tem, trembling as he stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around Attyston's waist, hugging him close.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 24, 2013 18:30:07 GMT -5
A blush crosses my face as he steps into the shower before arms wrap around my waist. I hold Connor close, side stepping so that he was under the flow of hot water. I brush his damp hair out of his face, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek affectionantely.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 1:17:51 GMT -5
Connor smiled at the kiss, shuddering and relaxing some under the heat of the water. He felt frozen to the bone, the hot water was amazing. Resting his chin over Attyston's shoulder, he closed his eyes, irregular breaths slow but faint. "I love y-you..." He whispered.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 25, 2013 17:20:31 GMT -5
I run a hand down his back gently, trying to soothe him. Even with the water, I could still feel how cold he was. A soft sigh escapes my lips, but it soon turns to a smile at Connor's words. "I love you too.. I love you so much." I say, snuggling my face into his neck and planting a kiss there.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 23:06:14 GMT -5
Connor relaxed, just holding him tight and standing there until he began to feel a little better and his shivers started to fade away. After he had 'unthawed' some more, he stepped back to wash his hair.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 26, 2013 15:48:24 GMT -5
I smile as he pulls back and I hand him the shampoo. I push my wet hair out of my face, waiting for my turn to wash my hair. "Better?" I ask, squeezing some soap into my hand after Connor handed it to me.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 2:56:36 GMT -5
Connor nodded, smiling some and watching Att. He stepped close as the other lathered his hair, and kissed over his throat slowly before offering him a tired, crooked smile.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Oct 27, 2013 18:15:57 GMT -5
I shut the bottle and put it back on the ledge before starting to wash my hair. I grin crosses my face as lips met my neck and I wrap my arms around Connor happily, pressing my lips to his. I step around him to rinse my hair, the suds running down the drain.
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