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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 30, 2010 12:54:43 GMT -5
(XD)
Fletcher took King to bed, tucking him in and giving a kiss to his forehead as a promise to return shortly. He had a habitual task of surveying the residence to make sure everyone was safe and secure before going to sleep himself. It was an old habit from his days in Skylark Manor.
It had been late at night, and mostly everyone was asleep. Percy was no exception, though he looked a bit restless, reaching for the other side of the bed, searching for his lover.
"...speaking of, it looks like he misses you," Fletcher noted to Masahiro.
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Post by Felix Falora on Oct 30, 2010 23:50:19 GMT -5
Masahiro heard Fletcher speak and nodded softly. "Of course," he said, walking back into their room before shutting the door softly. He laid next to Perceval and let the boy cuddle into him, smiling softly. Me be dominant... no. My heart wavers too much to be on top. Such purity and determination from Percy, on the other hand... it is worthy of controlling me, he thought.
King just laid there, blushing and shivering, the alcohol still clouding his mind. He felt so hot, but he didn't make any sudden movements. He was too wasted to really do anything productive anyway at the moment.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 1, 2010 16:56:37 GMT -5
With the two reunited in bed, Fletcher smiled in content and went to go reunite with his lover as well. He gently lowered himself into bed, wrapping an arm around poor King. He'd probably need comfort in the morning, and he'd be here for him. Always.
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Post by Felix Falora on Nov 1, 2010 18:47:17 GMT -5
In the morning, King would naturally be found in the bathroom. Hangovers were hell, he thought to himself woefully, as he downed a glass of water and flushed the toilet, his head pounding.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 1, 2010 22:42:54 GMT -5
Fletcher awoke to immediately realized the bed was empty other than him. There was a split second of panic before he heard water in their personal bathroom, and he relaxed, gradually sitting up, watching King stumble out.
"Dear god... you... look like hell," Fletcher admitted in a soft voice, knowing how to deal with hung over people and not wanting to aggrevate King's pounding skull.
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Post by Felix Falora on Nov 2, 2010 0:16:54 GMT -5
"Need to figure out how Trevor does it," King muttered as he shambled over to the bed, eventually just falling on it. "I feel like Hell too."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 3, 2010 0:44:24 GMT -5
"There, there..." Fletcher gently patted his shoulder, lifting King's legs up onto the bed for him. "Getting drunk is Trevor's defense mechanism. Perhaps it doesn't work as best for you."
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Post by Felix Falora on Nov 3, 2010 19:03:15 GMT -5
"It's not supposed to work for anybody, but all it did was make me worse." King sighed, laying in the bed. "What's happening to me? Why did I feel so much hatred? Why did I become so...?"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 5, 2010 1:09:09 GMT -5
"...because that's the easy path," Fletcher responded, maybe a bit harsh, but that wasn't what he was aiming for. He leaned in, caressing his face. "Granted, you've been through much. But it takes a strong person to fight through the hatred. And I know... I know you have that strength. I believe in you, King."
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