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Vincent cleaned the table, and tidied up the kitchen as best he could. He then took the fireball whiskey, and finished the bottle, throwing the empty glass into the trash bin. The God made his way down to his bedroom again, to find his love curled up with his pillow. He then walked over, and climbed in the bed behind him, taking the pillow out of his arms. Vincent wrapped his arms around Lucian, and nuzzled his face into his neck. Of course, Lucian's feet stopped basically at Vincent's shins, but he didn't mind. The smaller Djinn was perfect. "Thank you, for loving me after all this time." he murmured, holding him close.

"You don't know how much it killed me, seeing you love something else.. Seeing you turn into a completely different person. That's why, as the curse worsened, I just isolated myself from every thing.. All I could think about was you. And how we used to be.." he nearly whispered, resting his head on the back of Lucian's shoulder. He held him close, seeing the reflection of his eyes radiate off of the Djinn's porcelain skin. He couldn't help but blame himself. If he hadn't have been banished, this never would have happened. Vincent closed his eyes, as memories flashed through his head.

Vincent only nodded. His eyelids were getting heavy, and his head began to spin. The God nuzzled closer to Lucian, and kissed his neck gently, just barely brushing his lips over the Djinn's soft skin. He sighed, and closed his eyes, already falling asleep.

His dreams were quick, and fierce. Though, they didn't physically hurt him, they sent his mind into a jumbling chaotic mess. With flashes of Gods, multiple memories of Lucian, broken promises, and now hatred from his own family. He found himself in a dark room, with one flickering dim light. A child like voice echoed through out the room. Welcome to your mind! it teased, in a wicked tone. There was high pitched laughing, and hushed whispers. Then there was a loud bang, and the light disappeared. He kept turning round and around, trying to find someone. Or something! Vincent began to panic, he felt another's presence in the room. He spun around, only to feel a burning pain in his chest.

The God woke once more, bolting up quickly. He felt his chest, and covered his heart with his hands. I'm not bleeding. I'm not dead.. he kept reminding himself, but he started to shake. Tears slowly rolled down his face, the God was in a full blown panic attack. He couldn't catch his breath. The whole room seemed to black out, and he could only focus on his hands.

Vincent moved his knees up slightly, and doubled over, letting his head lay on his thighs. His hands covered the back of his head, and he continued to shake, crying harder. He never cried, especially in front of Lucian. But he was still asleep, thank the Gods. Vincent slowly got up, shaking still, and made his way over to the liquor cabinet. He was already going back to his old ways. He grabbed two large bottles, and plopped down on the couch. The God turned the television on low, and began to steadily drink from the bottle. In basically no time, his head was swimming. He couldn't see straight, or really hear anything anymore. He had finished a large bottle and a half, and was working on the last half of the second one. When every thing went black.

The God opened his eyes lazily, every thing was fuzzy. But, he could just barely make out Lucian's face. His head fell forward a bit, onto the Djinn's chest. His entire face was hot, and his eyes were bloodshot. Vincent whimpered softly, as his eyes rolled back, and his muscles seemed to relax. He tried to speak, but his whole body ached. He tried to grab for the bottle, and realized it wasn't there. Probably a good thing..

Vincent closed his eyes, feeling the Djinn's kisses on his sore head. He wrapped his arms around Lucian, and coughed. "No more.." he whispered softly, copying his words. He held Lucian, and cried even harder. Why was it so hard? He was supposed to be happy. But the few disapproving Gods were terrorizing him in his dreams. Granted, there was no longer curse. No longer any physical damage. But that didn't stop them from trying. He began to fade in and out of consciousness at this point. On the verge of alcohol poisoning. He collapsed against the Djinn's warm body.

The God hugged him tighter, letting him know that he could hear him still. "Don't leave.." he whimpered, coughing harder. Vincent tried to open his eyes, but his vision was way too poor. His eye lids were much too heavy, and his body was getting weaker. "Homados.. he can't... doesn't.. like..." he tried to form a sentence, but his words only slurred together. Vince lifted his head, only to topple over on his side.

Vincent smiled softly, hearing the Djinn's calm tone. He was slipping in and out of consciousness. One moment, he'd see a fuzzy outline of Lucian, the next, darkness. He tried to keep his eyes open. "Where's ... bottle .." he slurred, whimpering and reaching around, completely forgetting that Lucian had taken them moments ago. He grabbed the air, getting frustrated. The God gave up, and huffed loudly, starting to feel numb.