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 Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 9:36 pm
Judas fiddled with wallet in his hands once more as he idly waited for his phone to get some sort life back into it. He'd nearly drained the battery, harassing his sister via text messages and at this point he should have considered himself lucky Devy had the good graces to actually bring him things when he asked anymore. Pulling out the drivers licence, he read it out loud to no one but himself. Again, for the third time since his little "stay" began.
"Damian Howe. Date of birth, June Thirteenth. Nineteen Ninety-four." Judas snorted. "How the ******** were you suppose to party like it's nineteen ninety-nine? You were ******** six. You're not allowed to party like its nineteen ninety-nine when you're six! You'd be lucky if they even let you stay up." He said, glancing at the unconscious form.
Was he really having this conversation?
Yes. Yes he was.
Did he give a damn?
Nope.
"Anyway. Height, Six feet, two inches. Not the height I care about but whatever.... Weight." Judas sighed. "Okay seriously. Did you forge your liscence yourself? Cause there is no way you weigh one hundred and eighty five pounds. I have handled you. Granted you ******** passed out on me so who knows, but I'm calling serious bullshit on that weight. That's another half of me, at least."
"Blue hair, purple eyes... Yeah that's a given, at least that one doesn't seem fake. Like seriously Dame, I could make a better id." Maybe. "Requires glasses to drive... Well you can't have mine cause they are fake. No prescription. No magnification. No Jack. So you're screwed. You're an organ donor." Judas made a face. "Yeah that seems like a you thing. Ew. No thanks. I mean, all the power to you but, I'm good."
He was still having this conversation.
Sliding the licence back into the wallet, he rummaged over the contents. A few bucks, a metro pass, an old, forgotten reciept or two and of course, the ever faithful wallet condom. "You better wake the ******** up before I take your wallet condom."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 12:40 am
There was a voice, rather close, and it was definitely not Aralakh's or any of his other tormentors. That was the first thing Damian registered as he slowly crawled out of unconsciousness. The next was that he was lying on something much more comfortable than the hard floor he was used to.
The third was that he was not in very much pain at all, and in fact he rather felt like he was floating.
This was a strangely long hallucination, usually they ended about when he passed out and woke up. Oh well. The voice sounded nice, and he was just beginning to make out what it was saying. Something about -- oh. That was Devilline's voice, and he had probably lifted Damian's wallet sometime in this merry little rescue adventure.
"Anything but that," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm, and that was the most speech he had managed in days and it didn't hurt. "Where did you bring me?" He didn't want to open his eyes, to deal with the headache-inducing bright blur the world would be without his glasses.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 5:31 pm
Well now...
Judas chuckled. "Well it's not getting put to any use here. Might as well breathe some sort of life into it yeah??" The brunette laughed lightly.
"Destiny City Memorial." He replied softly, getting up and padding over to the light switch where he plunged the room into darkness. "The lights are off now, if you wanna open your eyes Damian. You also have the room to yourself, so you don't need to watch what you say." He resumed his post, in the chair he had set up next to the bed. "I can't save you from your Registered Nurse." Judas threw his companion a sly grin. "Though, to be honest? I wouldn't want to be rescued. Guy is hot."
Then he seemed to remember something and Judas stood, pawing at his pants. "Where did I... Aha!" The brunette cringed, realizing he'd been to loud. "Sorry!" He pleaded. "But I got something for you, look what I found on the way out!" Judas then revealed Damian's glasses.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:18 pm
"You are absolutely terrible," Damian said, and he felt a surge of relief that it didn't hurt to talk, though he was fairly certain that was because he was floating on a cloud of powerful painkillers. He was in a hospital, which was going to be a disaster later because he didn't have insurance and hospital costs were absurd, but there was no denying he'd needed one.
"How long have I been here?" This probably wasn't real, but he could play along for a little while. His eyes opened slowly, and he was glad for the darkness so he wasn't immediately overwhelmed by the blur-smudge the world became without his glasses. "Ah, at least I got a hot nurse, cannot ask for more, really." God, he was lucky in so many different ways. He'd gotten someone watching over him who wasn't asking too many questions, who wasn't pressing to find out what had happened in that hellhole.
There was a faint smile on his face. "If those are my glasses, I guarantee your dramatic reveal is failing, darling, because I can really only see smudges at the moment." He realized he was resorting to petnames out of lack of knowledge, which could be remedied. "It occurs that I don't know your name. I certainly can't call you Devilline all the time, and eventually I'm going to run out of pet names."
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:54 pm
"Spend the night with me, when you're not in a hospital bed and I guarantee you that you'd say otherwise." Judas snorted.
"Mmm... We're about a day and a half into this little stay. If they keep you another couple of hours we'll hit day two." The pair would likely stay another night. The doctors would probably want to check Damian over now that he was conscious. "For the unofficial record, though you likely won't remember to much of this convo because you're drugged, I called it a motorcycle accident." The brunette shrugged. "Hot nurse and person who stayed with you all night. Thank you very much." Judas mocked being hurt and crossed his arms with a 'huff'. "But no seriously. Dude's hot okay, it's not fair."
Judas grinned. "Sweetheart. I'm a smooth talker, not a surprise planner. There's only so much I can do. Well, that's a lie. I can do a lot, all depends on what you want me to do." The grin turned into a suggestive smirk before he moved from his chair, to sit on the side of the bed. "Next time don't lose your glasses then." He said as he set them on the blunette's face.
Judas blinked, when asked about his name. "Aaaah. Sure you can. It fits more then you would think anyway. First name's Judas, last name's Cain. You could probably guess what my middle name is." He said, with a little to much pep. "For the record though? I like pet names."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 11:29 pm
"I'll thank you properly for staying with me once I'm released," Damian said, playfully. A day and a half -- not too bad. He dropped his voice a little.
"Do you know how long we were...held for? I...rather lost track of time." He swallowed. He wasn't eager to get into the details of what had happened to him, but the little things would be important. Like how many days he had spent there. How much weight he might have lost, his likely state of dehydration and malnutrition. How long it would take him to ******** recover, so he could be Ashanite again and start pondering ways to make the people who had taken him pay?
He bit the inside of his cheek. "I didn't lose them," and that was about all he was willing to say on that front. Bless Judas, really, for so insistently trying to help him.
"Should I be worried you'll betray me then?" He asked lightly. "Because I would hate to have to be nervous about kissing you." It was so easy to slip into charm and flirtation, to pretend everything was fine. "I'll remember about the pet names, though."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 1:25 pm
"Too bad you can't do it now." Judas lamented, adding on some fake dramatics. "That damn machinery makes it a little more complicated." While Judas was always up for a thrill (and sometimes getting caught during said thrill), he wasn't sure if Damian would be up for that sort of thing. "I will hold you too that though. So you better pay up." He teased.
Though the teasing stopped, and Judas made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. "You were held for about a week." He said softly, noting the way Damian seem to shut down. He reached over and gave the bluenette's unbroken hand a reassuring pat, though he didn't remove himself afterwards. "They wouldn't tell me how much weight you had lost, for obvious reasons. But I've been in... situations enough times to recognize dehydration. The poor RN had to fight to get your IV in at first. You've already gone through a few bags of fluids."
Judas' lip twitched as Damian seemed to come back to himself after a minute. "I know. You just... misplaced them right?" Part of Judas was glad Damian had one broken wrist, and the other was tethered to his IV, otherwise he would have gotten shoved off the bed.
Then it was his turn to quiet just a little. "That... depends on who you ask." He said, frowning a bit. "I can point you in the direction of some people who would agree to that logic. But it's kind of up to you to determine that for yourself. However..." The brunette looked around the room, as if checking for something. "I don't see any roosters about, so I think you're safe." He offered weakly. The mention of kissing, drew his attention and Judas seemed to perk up the slightest bit. "Hun, never be nervous about kissing me. Trust me, it can't go south." Judas paused, reviewing his words. "Well, it can but that's a different kind of going south.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 1:34 am
"I'd prefer not to get walked in on because my heart rate monitor went wild, yes," Damian agreed, though his voice still sounded a little distant. He considered Judas's answer, and found himself almost unconsciously turning his hand over to squeeze the one presented.
"A week," he said quietly. "Funny. It felt longer." Then again, he knew that Aralakh's illusions had badly distorted his sense of time. His eyes slid away from Judas to stare blankly at a wall.
It was still hard to believe this was real. Part of him was insisting this would all crumble apart, that in a few moments he would be waking up in a cell again with a scarf wrapped around his throat, desperately struggling for air.
He did, however, make the tiniest effort at a smile at Judas's joke. "You'll definitely have to show me that once I'm out of here."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:40 pm
"Trust me when I say... It's not always fun." It had it's moments, but it wasn't worth the trouble it caused. Judas gave the hand in his a little pat. "It will. While I've never been in a situation such as yours... please believe me when I say that I know the feeling." Judas had been in several of his own situations where just a few hours or days felt like much, much longer. But thankfully, it wasn't.
"Sweetheart, I will show you whatever you want when you get outta here. But for now, I think you should rest. And no, being unconscious for the last few hours does not count as rest. Now shove over, you can easily get two people in one of these."
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2016 11:43 pm
Damian laughed faintly, and scooted a little over on the bed, to give Judas room to climb in.
"Come on then," he said, "if you're offering cuddles to help me sleep." That did sound nice, and this was really starting to feel real - maybe he would feel differently when he woke up, but for now, he could believe that he was really safe.
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