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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 11:38 pm
and july
"I'm a masochist," Thorne drawled, "I thought I should let you know before we pursue any relationship further. You're stuck with me until you're better."
He paused, running another knuckle against Chris's forehead and placing the empty glass on the table beside the bed.
"You're running a fever too," he said, sighing. "Come here, the soup isn't done yet anyways, and I've got nothing better to do than make sure you don't die."
He leaned back against the back of the bed, gently offering his lower half for Chris to curl into if he wanted as he fished for a discarded book somewhere under the covers.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 11:48 pm
and july
"I could've told anyone that," Chris snorted, giving Thorne a very dry look. "You like art and you like dealing with me, those are pretty clear signs right there."
He wanted to glare at Thorne, but honestly his hands were magic and the cup was taken out of his hands and he couldn't really think for a second. Had he somehow stole the trick from Alg? If so, Chris really needed to learn himself.
"I'm not going to die," Chris grumbled, sulking from his spot under the covers. "I've been dealing with this three days already and I'm fine. I won't suddenly die right now."
He still shuffled forward slightly near Thorne, sliding up a book to Thorne that he had felt nearby. It was because Thorne was just warm and the perfect temperature was all. He'd make him leave soon.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 12:05 am
and july
"Are you trying to label yourself as something awfully troublesome to deal with?" Thorne retorted. "Because you are, but I go to no great pains to do it. Rather, I think you would be the one with the tendency for pain, if you're willingly sticking yourself with me."
He laughed and let Chris adjust next to him, letting one hand fall and comb through the others hair in slow, calming motions. Being sick was awful. Being sick with no one to complain to was worse.
"Sure you aren't," Thorne responded softly, "But let me have my excuse to stay with you awhile longer."
He picked at the book, flipping it open with one hand and catching the first few lines before his attention drifted back to Chris.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 9:28 am
and july
"What a compliment," Chris muttered, but he wasn't that upset, "I'm not, but the few and far people I've dated would probably agree with you. Just because I work hard for something that's hard to get I'm suddenly masochistic or something. Worth it every single time though. You aren't even that much trouble either."
He paused in his sentence, then added, "Mostly. You don't seem to know how to survive or eat anything not junk."
Thorne's hand in his hair was a blessing and Chris' eyes fluttered close. He wondered, briefly, if his hair felt gross. He felt gross, but that was an overall feeling, and he didn't think he'd get any clearer of an answer if he touched it himself. But it didn't really matter because Thorne was still going and it was wonderful.
"You shouldn't, you'll get sick," Chris repeated stubbornly, but he was too tired to fight Thorne and just inched his way forward. Enough that he could rest his head on Thorne's thigh, be content with his presence.
He was quiet for a few moments then asked, "Why are you doing this? Not to be rude but this is a lot more work than just staying away."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 8:23 pm
and july
Thorne laughed, the warm sound spilling easily from his lips. With Chris sick it was easy to simply pretend that he was a good friend taking care of another friend in need. The sleeping thing in his chest didn't need to be woken. Not at all.
"Oh, is that what they say about you?" He murmured, drawing a pattern against the soft skin below Chris's earlobe before moving on. "Am I truly not that much trouble? I would think compared to most I am an absolute terror to behold."
"It's not the worst thing in the world," Thorne responded mildly to the comment, "And then you can yell at me from the next room over about how much of an idiot I am."
With a soft animal sigh, Thorne slid down so that Chris had a more comfortable spot to lay his head on and glanced down at the other, drawing his fingers up and down, up and down. Even with the threat of catching Chris's cold, Thorne was convinced there was no other place better to be.
The question made his hand pause for a moment before he resumed, eyes lidded and cast down at the book open in his lap.
A laugh curled in his throat, teasing.
"It's my one thousandth good deed on this planet," he joked ruthlessly, "After I have tended to your poor and miserable self I'll finally be able to ascend to a higher plane of existence."
He paused, added, "Just kidding," and for a long moment seemed as though he would not actually answer. Until -
"It's not work, not really," Thorne rumbled, a deep purr in the base of his throat, "And I'm selfish, anyways. I'll find any excuse not to stay away. And besides, being sick is better when you're not alone."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 9:41 pm
and july
Chris smiled at Thorne's laugh, happy despite being sick. Thorne made it easier, made the whole event better. He was comfort.
"It is," He said, mostly starting to mumble. "Well, you're proving more trouble in one aspect than some others. I think I might have to give up though, I can get almost everything but even I can't get the impossible."
Being sick made Chris more willing to think about Thorne, about his feelings toward him. About what he wanted, what couldn't be gotten, what was impossible. He'd let the thought drift away though, settled more into Thorne's warmth and comfort.
"I will," Chris grumbled, but it was obvious he had lost and wasn't going to argue it anymore.
Chris settled against Thorne a little more and then, drowsily, wrapped his arms around Thorne's waist and buried his head in Thorne. It was safe here, he didn't feel as gross and uncertain as he did just on the bed. This was the best decision he had made by far. Or maybe it was the meds. He didn't know, he was a teacher not a doctor.
"And leave me behind? Rude," Chris said, tilting his head away from he had buried it to glare up at Thorne. His glare stayed until Thorne's true answer, where it softened into something thankful, almost happy.
"Oh," He replied and then, buried his head back to where it had been. Mumbling into Thorne, almost barely able to be heard, he replied, "Thank you. I like it better when you're around, always."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 10:10 pm
and july
Thorne looks down at Chris, his heart a soft melody in his chest, singing out, singing out. He runs another pattern just at the nape, at the juncture between soft blond hair and warm, warm skin. His body aches.
"Oh, how so?" he murmurs back, tilting his head, eyes half-lit in the small ember glow of the room. His heart jams an uneven melody in his chest, but meds make people say strange things. His uncertainty chokes him. "I am not impossible, Chris, if that's what you're implying. Least of all for you."
He closes his eyes and tries to tame that sleeping creature inside of him. Tries to tell it that hope is a dangerous thing. He opens them again and smiles when Chris buries against his side, arms wrapping around his waist. His hand slips down to Chris's back, rubbing soft circles there, soothing patterns, comets and stars.
He would stay like this forever if he could.
"Well, once there, I would immediately demand I do another thousand good deeds one earth and return at once," he drawled, amused. "Even Heaven could not hold me from you."
And he knows it is blasphemy, his father would roll in his grave if he could hear, the god-fearing man that he was. Thorne laughed, but the sound quieted at the mumble, and with ease he bent and kissed Chris's forehead, at the crown of his hair.
"If that is the case, then I will be selfish enough to stay," he murmurs, amused, his heart aching, the stinging like hidden nettles, scratching up against his rib cage, growing out from his veins.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 10:58 pm
and july
Chris hums idly, focusing on Thorne's hand on his neck and the warmth that came with it, the pattern he was drawing. Thoughts were a little foggy now, but he could still talk.
"Oh yes you are," He mutters back, but there's nothing vicious in his tone, just resignation. The kind that came from long, long nights of wanting but never getting. Of hope that was smashed down. "You're.. that and I'm this. So yes, you are impossible."
What Chris meant to say, on a number of levels, was that Thorne was someone that was beautiful, powerful, confident. The type of person that could get someone no matter what, the type of person Chris was definitely borne to get a crush on, while Chris was well. He was Chris. The guy who usually got dumped, who got called way too focused, who wasn't even that good looking.
They were only friends anyways, it was Chris' fault for starting to look too hard and see things that weren't there. For having the barest sort of pining that he was trying to squash down. He was familiar with crushes but this wasn't just infatuation, it was something deeper.
It scared him.
So yes, it was impossible to Chris for Thorne to even think about returning his feelings in any manner, even if he didn't exactly know what he wanted. But Chris is tired, and sick, so he just sort of flops a hand around and leaves it at that. Thorne would either know, or not, and he wouldn't explain anymore.
"I'm glad to know you treasure me that much," He says, clearly pleased. Between the reply and Thorne's hand on his back, he'd like to bet that he himself was in heaven.
"Good," He mutters again into Thorne, "You're mine."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 11:35 pm
and july
Thorne laughs, the sound soft and low and riddled with something - something aching, something wanting. Something that pulses through him, a second heartbeat. And it hurts.
"Chris," he says, and lets his fingertips come up to graze the others jaw, "I'll keep saying this as long as it takes you to hear it - you are something. You are everything to me. More than that, you're not some side character. You're an amazing person and I..."
He tilted his head, thumbing Chris's jaw. "I want to spend my life telling you that. If I am impossible, than so are you. Because one day I'll open your eyes, and you'll see just what you are, and what you deserve."
And it will be far more than me, Thorne cannot help thinking, and his heart turns and shudders at the thought.
He wants so desperately for Chris to see it. He wants so desperately to tell him of this sleeping thing in his chest. But again he doubts that Chris even knows what he is saying here, if it is just the meds. He is not enough - he cannot be enough. No matter what burns and grows and lives within him. No matter.
"Of course I do," Thorne remarks, gently, "I'm like a dragon with a treasure trove. If you stay too long, I'll get greedy. I'll never let you go."
He slipped further down, readjusting to Chris's warmth.
"You'll be mine as well."
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