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Kenna let out a surpirsed moan, letting his head fall to the side so that there was more room for A'Hallei to explore. He stilled his hands for a second on the newly bared shoulders.

It was nice to feel the shoulders and chest of his angel so different from the metal he was normal incased in, but still cool to the touch. He felt so warm, and sort of numb like but not a bad numb, it was hard for him to discribe what he felt at the moment.

Makeen eyes closed and he ajested himself so he wasn't in such and akward position. He tangled the fingers of his right hand into the long white strands that he loved so much letting his left hand wander over A'Halle's body.

He wasn't to daring or to shy he wanted to touch and feel the smooth skin onder his fingers but something always seemed to be in the way. Like armour or cloth or it just not being the right time to be able to touch and feel.

Though A'Hallei seemed a little out of it and lost a lot of the times, he was suprisingly very perceptive. It was particularly more so when it involved those things he was close to, or had come to love, and Makenna was right up there at the top of the list.

It was little things at first, how time and time again A'Hallei realized he was the only one eating at dinner, at how the shirts Makenna wore hung off of him more and more, at how when he awoke during the night, his love's eyes were open, and when Makenna realized A'Hallei was watching him, those dark eyes would close, but the ghostly boy knew better than to believe Makenna had fallen asleep. There was also that Makenna no longer undressed around him, and would cringe sometimes when they embraced.

His love didn't draw anymore, he didn't smile at all, the little things he used to do just faded away, and a cheap concealer (A'Hallei could detect the chemical scent and the fact sometimes it obscured part of the red strip) took their place..

Kenna came home at the same time as normal, and A'Hallei was waiting for him, this time with his armor off, and the kid himself dressed in a simple loose tunic and laced up leggings.
Approaching Makenna, A'Hallei turned him around to face him, and lightly thumbed his love's split lip, that while it was healing nicely, was still disturbing. He wanted answers now, that was plainly evident in his shockingly green eyes.

A'Hallei wasn't moved by the small talk in the least. Unwavering green eyes sought and caught Makenna's dark ones. To say the very least, he was pissed though the anger was not directed toward Makenna at all. To keep it contained was a task, though day in and day out he worked on keeping himself in check, and patiently kept his gaze on his love.

Oh, he'd forgotten something as well. Buried in his pocket was another money clip from his last sale. He'd made two hundred dollars making sets of silverware.

So many questions and conflicting emotions battled between them within him. Who was hurting Makenna, why wasn't he eating, why wasn't he sleeping, and above all, why was he trying to hide it?

Again the smooth white hand ascended and he brushed under Makenna's eye, smearing off a layer of concealer. It stood out a dark brown under his skin the color of milk. A'Hallei crumbled it between his fingers and tilted his head slightly, neon eyes reading hurt as well, that Makenna was suffering and was holding him out.

A'Hallei followed Makenna, but instead of sitting beside him, kneeled before him, looking almost like a knight. He placed a hand on Makenna's knee, glad at least he was getting the boy to talk.

There was an extended moment as A'Hallei sought to speak the proper words. His lips pursed tightly and his brow furrowed with concentration before his voice finally exited.
"Why do you not eat...or sleep?" He asked at last, holding up his makeup smeared fingers again. With two people who hardly ate, food was going bad, and Makenna was beginning to resemble a winter tree, bony and lifeless.

Dreams? Dreams? When did A'Hallei himself not have a dream where he was walking through hell when hell has as many different faces as the planet earth itself?

But A'Hallei was born with such dreams as evil as that, where Makenna had not. Still, his love could not subsist that way, he'd either learn to deal with them, ignore them, or die.

He'd make Makenna eat. When one had good food, the body remembered hunger. Maybe A'Hallei should either learn how to cook, or bring home food with the money he earned. Most of A'Hallei's days were spent on home improvement. He'd nearly finished the second floor of the treehouse, and was looking to construct a neighboring building with a bridge to connect them. He wasn't ready to build on the ground yet.

Enough with his own thoughts, A'Hallei watched Makenna nervously lick at his busted lip.
While it could have occured from an accident such as when Makenna slipped climbing up the tree, he figured it was something else, particularly because Makenna never mentioned it.
The ghostly boy tapped his lip, before reaching out and skating his hand down Makenna's chest ontil a flinch told him he'd touched a bruise.
"Explain."

With every new word Makenna said, a deep rumbling growl emerged from A'Hallei. It was feral and dangerous and spelled danger for the kids who pushed him around. He'd been against Makenna leaving for school as it was, but this was close to pushing him over the edge.

Already he was imagining the ways he'd inflict harm on his love's tormentors.

But, he could understand why Makenna didn't want to show him, he might have been afraid of what he'd do. Between the two brothers, A'Hallei was by far the less violent, but day by day he was in a battle to rewind his unwraveling control.

He'd deal with the punks at Makenna's school.
More worrisome was that his love was on a spiral of decay, with dreams keeping him from taking better care of himself.
Leaning forward, A'Hallei kissed at the bruises with a tenderness saved only for obsidian. He also decided not to press Makenna for more explanations tonight. He was stressed enough as it was.

Reaching into his pocket, A'Hallei withdrew the money clip, taking Makenna's hand, he pressed the bills into it.
"I pay. You eat. Go out tonight?"

Leaning his head down, waves of his white hair fell around his face, but he kept his gaze leveled again on Makenna's.