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 Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:11 pm
He topled backwards from the punch, lost what balance he tried to claim and landed soundly on his back on the floor with an aching jaw and a fractured dignity.
"THAT..." He snapped furious rubbing his aching jaw. "Had BETTER have a DAMNED good explination."
But it seemed none was forthcoming, Demy was wild eyed, avoiding him and heading for the Guitar Hero controller.
How -could- he... how dare he?! Not even an appology, it wasn't like HE'd been the one making out with older men in dreams.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:23 pm
He should have apologized, should have stopped and helped up Z and muttered apology after apology in hopes the shorter boy would forgive him for the punch straight to his face. But Demy couldn't, he simply could not get near Z with the images from his dream still -right there- in his mind. The pain was unfreakingbelievable, and even though he KNEW it had been a dream his chest still burned and ached like bones within it were shifting to run through anything vital.
He had to move, had to now, and moments later he had stumbled over to (and past!) the controller to go into the bathroom and hurl. He was in there quite some time, door shut and locked behind him as he tried desperately to make some sense of anything. Eventually though, he had cleaned himself up and stumbled back out to see what Z was up to.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:35 pm
The lack of acknowledgement, or even assistancee hurt at least as much as his jaw. A pained confused expression crossed his face as he rolled back up to a sitting position and rubbed his jaw wincing.
s**t... that was so going to bruise. Who knew Dem hit so well?
He listened to the sounds of wretching and fetched two dollars from his desk and hit up the vending machines.
One gingerale... one Sprite. Gingerale for Dem if he wanted it or note... the other for his jaw.
It must have been an awful nightmare he decided as he made his way back into the room just in time to see Dem emerge from the restroom.
He offered the can of soda, and seeing no action to take it from his hand placed it on the corner of Dem's desk before retreating to press the other can against his own jaw and watched saying nothing. He was actually -trying- not to stew... he really was. But he was upset at this turn of behavior.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:43 pm
Demy had lingered, wanting so desperately to snag up both the offered ginger ale and Z himself for a big hug. But something was stopping him, something horrible. When the can was left on his desk Demy quickly grabbed it up and moved to sit on the floor in what he deemed a 'safe' corner.
"..S-sorry..."
It wasn't much, but it was -something-. He was still visibly shaken from whatever had plagued him in his dreams, but at least he was showing concern over hitting Z too. It was a start.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:57 pm
"..." he rolled the can along his jaw gingerly before shruging slightly like it was nothing.
"Really....bad dream huh?" He said and then shivered slightly, half remembering his own. Demy wouldn't do that... would he? Would he really just... -leave- for glowing eyes and someone more publicly affectionate?
No... no surely not.
"You...want to...talk about it?" He said tentitivly and pulled Mr. Tenebrous close to squeeze him. He sat that way for a long moment taking comfort in the familiar feel of the bear and staring at Dem's face before tossing him carefully to Demy.
He just looked like he needed it more.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:19 pm
"R-really b-bad dream....you too man?"
Fear was not something that was usually found in the acidic eyes of Demetri Wright, but tonight there was plenty of it.
He stayed silent until the bear was tossed at him. Mr. Tenebrous was quickly gathered up and hugged tight. Demy definitely needed something to hug right now.
"I don't like dying..."
That...was a bit random, especially from somebody like him.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:35 pm
"... I should hope not... but we're not going to let that happen..." He said trying to sound reasuring. He didn't like how afraid Demy looked. I mean the other dreams had been bad but they had not done -this-.
"... you wana tell me what happened in your dream that... lead to that revelation?" He asked quietly, avoiding the question of his own nightmare, but he was still... skittish looking himself. He just wasn't counting it as being of the same importanse. He was logical...surely he could rationalize away the rediculous fears...
really rediculous...
Maybe he should consider getting those fish for real... would that be good enough?
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:43 pm
"Y-you can't be mad..c-cause I don't r-really think this would happen but....I just don't know man..."
He almost looked like he was going to hurl again. Thankfully he didn't.
"You um...y-y-you..."
Demy was gesturing back and forth between Z and his chest. Would he get it without saying it? Possibly....but possibly not too. With a whimper he swallowed and got it out as quickly as he could.
"You killed me, slowly, really slowly, and it hurt and when I woke up you were RIGHT THERE and it still hurt and I just...d-didn't want to punch you I just freaked out man I'm sorry..."
He whimpered more, rubbing furiously at his face to dry tears before they could spill down his face.
"Y-y-you? You...don't look so g-good either...were you having n-nightmares too?"
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 10:44 am
"...I wouldn't do that..." He said this odd stare on his face. Aghast...
"You KNOW that was just a nightmare... right?" he added grabbing his pillow and squeezing it.
"....and yeah, I think we both had nightmares again. Mine wasn't like that though."
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 10:55 am
"She ordered you to do it...you know? Mrs. Killingworth?"
Our queen, was the unspoken end to that statement.
"I know it was a n-nightmare but man it was so real...so so real...I've never had one hurt -that- much, why would a nightmare hurt? I just..d-don't get it man..."
He whimpered, snuggling close to Mr. Tenebrous a moment longer before tossing him back. Z -really- needed him, and he had Oreo. It wasn't fair to hog both of them.
"W-what was yours?"
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 11:01 am
"I still wouldn't...." He said flatly. "We made a promise... and I'm not cruel enough to fill that one slowly either." He said and caught Mr. Tenebrous with one hand and a look that asked if Dem was sure about tossing him back.
Maybe he didn't even trust the Panda-plush.
"Hmm..." He said sounding distracted.
"I dreamed you ditched me for wiseman... since he made your eyes glow like his." He said trying to sound like it didn't bother him nearly as much as it did.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 11:08 am
Demy didn't look too sure about tossing him back, he was currently clinging to Oreo pretty tight. But Z needed something to hug onto too, so he had to share.
"...I'd never ditch you for Wiseman! I mean like..I like leaving him notes and s-stuff but -you're- mine, you know? You know that right?..."
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 11:13 am
"Not even for Cuddling and glowing eyes?" He said, his voice said he was trying to sound teasing but it fell short.
"It was just a nightmare anyhow..." He added "We both just had nightmares... is it just me... or are they getting -worse-?" he added.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 6:49 pm
"I can get cuddling from you! And....one day I'll figure out how to get glowing eyes. I'm n-not leaving you Z-man, never ever ever! So I hope you're ready to be stuck with me forever..."
Even if he was all up in his dreams, killing him. Just thinking about it made him shudder and snuggle against Oreo a bit more.
"They're getting a lot worse...and painful man. Dreams shouldn't hurt, not like that, and especially not now..."
He was moving, trying to find a more comfortable position. Something inside still burned.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 7:21 pm
Zink looked sharply up from Mister Tenebrous at the shift from Demy, something about the -way- he said it.
"Maybe.. we should take you back to the hospital, if you cracked a rib again, and theirs chances of pnumonia if you don't watch it." he scolded.
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