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 Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 1:46 pm
"Court, it's not funny." The words were past his lips before he realized that his friend wasn't joking. He wasn't making up things on the whim to try and make light of his hellish experience. He was asking questions as though he knew. As if... " Court." He murmured, eyes narrowed and voice low. He shifted to set down his wine glass before turning to look to the other man. "I didn't tell anyone that."
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 1:52 pm
"Oh for the love of ********." Courtland groaned, leaning back against the couch and shoving a hand into his hair. Tourmaline had mugged his friend. Which meant god knew what else she'd done to him. Turning his head slightly he looked back over at Halston. He looked normal but .... "I ******** hate her."
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 2:39 pm
"Court? Courtland...." He reached over to take hold of the other man's wrist, holding on to it lightly at first before his grip tightened. At least part of the firm grasp was out of fear-- fear that Court was going to run away, fear that Court had been hurt by her too, that something had happened to him. He'd come to terms with what the grinning devil of a woman had done to him, but if she'd done anything to his friend... He eased up on the hold he had on the other man when he realized he was probably seconds away from actually hurting him. As fair as Court was, he probably bruised like a ******** peach and the last thing he wanted was to be held responsible for forcing his friend to wear sleeves if he didn't want to. "Court, look at me. I'm fine, alright? She didn't hurt me." Not in a way that had left any sort of physical marks behind, and not in a way that hadn't faded within an hour of whatever she and the and the man clad in orange and black had done to him. After the initial tousle in the alley the pink haired nightmare hadn't been anything but gentle, waking him up in the presence of the... god, what did he even call him, the king of Halloween? Axinite. General King Axinite. That's what she'd called him... "She didn't hurt you, did she?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 2:55 pm
When Halston snatched his wrist he just barely managed not to yank back against the touch. He knew Halston wasn't trying to hurt him or anything but the way he'd grabbed him and the way Hals was looking at him scared him a little. Halston loosened his grip quickly enough though and he finally looked back at the other man from where his eyes had snapped to his wrist. He was too drunk to be having this conversation. "No. She didn't hurt me." He shook his head slightly, hair falling a bit into his face. "She was just a b***h. The utter wackjob that was with her did a nice job when he drugged me, kidnapped me, and tied me to a ******** chair in some creepy laboratory that looked like it belonged in some ******** up movie."
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 3:18 pm
"Court." He murmured, reaching over to tuck the strand that had fallen back behind the other man's ear. He slid off of the couch, dropping to his knees in order to scoot closer to his friend. "Sweetheart, baby..." He tugged lightly at his friend's hair, not realizing that as he did so he was losing control over himself, the shadows creeping up and crawling over him as a silent, burning rage took hold. He was different now, still kneeling before the other man, gazing at him with bright, angry blue eyes. The uniform was still strange, the gloves nothing he would have considered wearing on his own. The color was alright, at least, everything fitting as though it had been tailored perfectly to his frame. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 3:27 pm
When Halston fell to his knees, gentle hands on his face, he couldn't help but resting his hands on the other man's shoulders. He hated it when Hals got all sweet and caring and did those things he'd expect out of a lover. It always went away so quickly after and Hal's refused to talk about it. But Courtland always wanted it every time he did it. It was proof that, despite all his aloofness Halston did care about him. Courtland expected something like that, some drunken fumbling, but watching the other man transform was something entirely different. Part of his mind wanted to tell him that it wasn't Halston but no. He knew that simmering anger anywhere. "Oh, Hals..." When his friend had mentioned the girl he didn't want to think they'd gotten to him too but they had. "They ... they did but it's alright. Nothing that didn't fade ... mostly." He'd only transformed once since Uvarovite had changed him so it was still a strange process as the shadows crackled up from his feet and left his fitted uniform in it's wake.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 3:40 pm
He lifted himself up a bit taller, leaning in to rest his forehead against the other man's. He felt the odd ripple as Courtland became something else-- someone else. The prickle of his friend's energy signature in the same room was odd, more on par to his own than the almost overwhelming feel of Axinite, or the lesser power of Tourmaline. He leaned back, just opening his eyes to say something when Courtland's phone began to ring on the sofa beside him. "Shea... Or dinner." Hopefully dinner, not that he had much of an appetite currently. Making himself eat something would be better than letting the wine and anger simmer together on an empty stomach. He rocked back onto his knees, rising to his feet after a moment to head to the kitchen, focusing on finding enough calm away from his friend for a moment to let the smoke and shadows fall back down into nothingness; until he was himself again.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 3:53 pm
Courtland spit out a curse as his phone rang, breaking the moment. As he snatched it up off the couch his uniform melted off him, seeming to form a puddle at his feet before it disappeared. "Dinner..." Answering the phone he asked who it was, confirming it was the delivery driver, before letting the gate open. One of them was going to have to answer the door and he was probably the best option. Getting up he dropped the phone back onto the couch before heading to the door to get the bags. With everything out, and the delivery driver getting a nice tip, he headed back to the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 3:59 pm
"Now that we've got that out of the way..." He glanced over to the other man as he heard Courtland's soft footfalls bringing him into the kitchen. "Think we can finish off these bottles of wine and properly enjoy the rest of the night? Something tells me it might be the last one we get for a while."
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