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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:51 pm
From the battlefield, to Ladon's apartment. Bismuthite teleported Wolframite and himself there, then soon became Billy again. And from there, it seemed everything just tumbled forth. An emotional reaction behind those closed, private doors. For all that they both smelled, and were grimey, nasty, and in Wolframite's case, beaten, swollen, and bloody, it didn't seem to matter to Billy who greedily took a kiss.
And then came the apologies.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," Billy repeated over and over as he brushed a hand through dark, matted, hair. Luckily the side that was mostly unburnt. The other hand worked to support the boy. There was so much playing in those rosey pink eyes. Guilt, thankfulness, sorrow, love, possessiveness. Maybe a small glimmer of something a little crazed. Oddest of all was probably the wet glimmer of threatening tears.
Billy had thought of everything he would say once he and Ladon were together again. Thought about how he could express himself and what he felt. And all he could bring himself to say was I'm sorry.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:13 pm
The apartment was dark, and it sent a flicker of panic in Wolframite that he might be back in a cell, but the open curtains let in the streetlights from outside, and it gave a soft wash of light on the hand-me-down furniture of his small home. There in the center of the living room slash kitchen, they stood, before Wolframite was held and kissed, showered with 'I'm Sorries' and kept close.
As for Wolframite, he was more overwhelmed by the kiss, the spark of affection after being in the dark from anyone he loved in so long, and being someplace safe that the sorries just washed past him. With broken fingers, he reached his hands up and held Bismuthite's face before, with dry lips, he asked. "Can I have a glass of water?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:31 pm
Such a simple request. So simple. Billy probably would have shot down the moon if Wolframite asked. Or tried his damnedest to. Billy was quick to fulfil that request. He didn't check for a water bottle in the fridge. The first thing that came to his mind, after all, was a glass and water straight from the tap. Sure, city water tasted funny, but given what he'd been through, Billy didn't think he'd mind.
Billy handed him the glass of water and then for the first time really stood back and observed what had become of him. Charred hair, burned and bruised skin, broken hand. Billy wanted him seen to. Those wounds tended to. He knew a hospital was out of the option. He thought back to the after events of that first Elysion battle. Who did they have that knew medical shi- stuff.
Billy found he couldn't really focus his thoughts. With the adrenaline gone, he was very, very sleepy. He hadn't gotten much sleep since the abductions. He had certainly gotten more than Wolframite though. Washing on the other hand happened to be a luxury neither of them had received these past weeks. Billy's hair looked oily and stuck together in places, he had smudges of what was probably dirt and dried blood on his arms and under his nails, there was a slight scruff on his chin...
But those wounds... Once again Billy brought his mind to focus, "Anything else? I can try and see who we have at our disposal who can patch you up, or I can try making you something to eat or, or something. Anything."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:04 am
It was a simple request, but one that had been denied over and over til now. Wolframite watched Billy go, having no preference to water as long as it was water. It could have come from the gutter and he would have drank it down as if it came from a fresh, mountain spring. While Billy fumbled and raced about to fill the glass to near spilling, Wolframite looked at himself and, at long last, powered down. Unlike Tanzanite, keeping his uniform up had been uncomfortable and a strain, but a necessary one. He had worried countless times that he would lack the power or fall asleep to the point of dropping his disguise and being seen as the boy underneath the rank, the power, and the uniform.
A wave of relief came over him, and he looked up in time for a glass of water to be handed to him. He took it with shaking hands, taking it with his one good hand as the other, a disgusting mess of broken fingers, held gentle to keep it in place. He brought it to his lips, and drank. There was no stopping until it was all gone, and he lowered the glass, feeling the hard tightness of his stomach. At the mention of food, he looked up. "If you could...something small...maybe soft." He didn't feel up to spending forever chewing. He just wanted to swallow some food down and got to bed.
"Then..." He offered up the glass, requesting a refill. "...we can sleep."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:16 am
Some sort of soup would probably have done Ladon good. Something light on the stomach until it got used to having something in it again. The glass of water was refilled and handed back to Ladon as Billy resumed rummaging through the cabinet.
Food and then rest. Oh, rest. He could sleep now that Ladon and Tanzanite were safe again. And sleep would be absolutely precious. But food first!
Billy decided upon something then, finding one of those box things of chicken broth, and the bread. The bread was placed in a small bowl and some of the broth poured over it. The bread quickly soaked it up and billy whipped it up until it was almost like a pudding. Added a little more broth, and then tossed it in the microwave, just to get it warm.
It was probably the most ghetto recipie ever, but it was something he knew well, drawing from childhood memories of throwing together whatever he could find. It was no wonder he liked junk food.
The concoction was soon presented to its intended.
"Not the best thing in the world but...it's light." And Billy was by no means a cook.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:29 am
The fridge was no good for food. Ladon barely had stocked much in it and what was in it was probably bad by now. The cabniets had little in them as well, but there were things there. The bread had been fine, left untouched and in a cool place, and while Ladon watched, drinking down his second glass of water more slowly than before, he was presented with what Billy felt was cooking. If he was not dying to eat, he would have asked what the hell type of world did Billy think this qualified as food, but it looked and smelled like heaven to him. For ghetto, it was 5-star cusine to the starving teenager.
A spoon was given though Ladon was almost about to dip his fingers in and eat, and seeing it, he took the utensil and set the bowl in his lap before he started to it. It was simple basic, but filling. A poor man's meal for a weak stomach, and he only managed a 'thank you' before he dived in. Ladon did not look up or tear his attention away from the task of eating. His stomach groaned and fussed, wanting to force the food back out, but sheer will kept it down. It took no less than a few minutes for the entire block of soggy bread to be gone, and while he probably could have eaten three loves of bread and a gallon of broth, he set the bowl down and finished his water. He had no idea how long he would sleep and he knew that he didn't want to be woken up by hunger or die in his sleep from starvation he could have prevented.
Done, he left the dishes on the floor where he sat and then reached up for Billy to help him up. His legs were aching from moving around, not used to weight and stretching, but there was just one task left. Rest.
"Can you stay? Can you stay all night?" He asked, moving his way in the dark to the bedroom. He didn't want Billy to go. He didn't want to sleep alone or wake up alone, or be alone now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:39 am
Billy helped him up, but it was up to Ladon to navigate. When Billy was here before, he really had no reason to go anywhere but the living room or kitchen. Not that finding the bedroom in this tiny apartment would have been much of a problem.
"I never intended to leave to begin with," was his simple reply. And he hadn't. Whether Ladon wanted him there or not, Billy fully intended to stay with him. At least until he could be sure nothing was going to happen to him. He was here. This was real. He wasn't going to lose him again. All those reassurances. Or.. "I'll be here for as long as you want me to."
If the circumstances weren't what they were, there probably would have been particular comments made about them heading to the bedroom. Right now, such remarks neither were made, nor came to mind. Billy wanted sleep. He wanted to make sure Ladon was here. Real. Alive.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:50 am
There was no need to turn on the light. They walked in darkness and soon were in another room. There was little in there. A bed with a few stuffed animals on top, something that Ladon hadn't really shown Billy that he liked. There were more, sitting on a shelf, seen if the lights had been turned on. The dark would have made him afraid, but here, like the other room, was a window. A promise that there was a day and night outside, a sense of time, and people. Usually he pulled the curtains shut to block out the glow from the streetlights that made squares on his ceiling, but he welcomed them.
Still pulling Billy along with his good hand, he brought them to the bed. ".....I want you.....here.........for as long as you can." There was a clear need for it. To be alone, something he had wanted when kept in a cell and guarded at all hours, was not wanted. Not when there was people he loved and cared for. If Billy left, he would worry, and wouldn't rest. He knew they were looking for him, and he didn't want to think of anyone taking Billy.
Moving to one side, Ladon sat, kicked off his sneakers, and crawled on his bed. He moved the cover aside to let them both slip in. He could have changed, but he welcomed sleep. A sleep uninterrupted by senshi wanting to keep him up, by a stomach that tore at him for food or water, or from the cries of his fellow officers. Just simple, blissful sleep.
Crawling under the covers, he pulled the blanket up when Billy was settled. The bed was big enough for the pair, and while he could have slept then and there, he moved in until he was against the other boy, and rested his head against the side of his arm. He just wanted to know there was a person there. It was forward of him, but he lacked the giddiness of small, romantic achievements at the moment. It was just comfort.
"If you wake up before me, don't go. Stay here." He didn't want the boy to so much as run to the store without him knowing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:25 am
Billy slipped off his shoes and quickly welcomed the comfort of the bed. A greedy arm rested around his companion. And for all that they both smelled, and were bottom line grimy as hell, it didn't seem to phase him. It could of been that cold he had, killing his sense of smell, or it could have been that it just simply didn't matter. Either way...
"I'll stay. Got no where better to be. No where to go, anyway."
Billy didn't trust anyone enough to leave him alone right now anyway. Hell, not even with people they knew. He wanted to be there. Watching. Guarding. Protecting.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:27 am
It was a thing of beauty that he hadn't had in a while. Being home, in his own bed, in a bed PERIOD, stomach full (but upset from dealing with a full meal again), and protected. The door was locked and he was sure no one knew where he lived. At least no one who wanted to capture him. Just for the hell of it, he stretched out just to know that he could. He could move his limbs without restriction though they still feel painfully sore. Whatever time he woke up, there would be another meal waiting for him and a long bath (or baths). Fresh clothes and he'd have to change the sheets after tonight....or get Billy to do that. There was only going up from here. Only improvements.....
So many improvements. The thought was a grim one for him, and he shoved it aside.
Looking up, he felt the brush of stubble against his forehead as Billy moved in close, wrapping himself possessively around the other. The boy, while miles better off looking than him, still looked like hell, and he wondered what he had been up to in this time. How much he worried and clearly didn't think a bath was necessary. He would have scolded him for letting himself go to ruin if he didn't feel secretly touched by how miserable the other was without him.
"Thank you......for coming." It wasn't needed, but he felt it was something he should say. "...for staying." And curling his head back down, he waited for sleep to take hold.
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