http://theprettiestone.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] theprettiestone.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-03-16 11:26 pm

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Alex. Bar. Booth. Book. Tea. Add some verbs an' stuff and you might get a full sentence, whee!

The mun blames the sugar-high for the incoherent.

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"We would be sad, too, Alex. And I won't let them take you. Neither would Nick."

He reaches over and touches Alex's shoulder as Eliie touches his cheek.

[identity profile] go-between.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"We were worried because you seemed upset. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry, Alex."

He hangs his head.

[identity profile] eternal-boy.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks Alex in the eye.

"Alex? Alex, you're not well. I think I should take you upstairs for a while...and I'll come back down to get you something to eat after, all right?"

[identity profile] go-between.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um....Alex? Nick can feel everything you're feeling. It's part of the bloodlink."

[identity profile] eternal-boy.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Nick looks to Richard, then to Alex, and nods.

"Please...trust me? Perhaps...sleep it off a bit?"

He looks close to tears.

Alex? Alex, you're scaring me. Please. Please, Alex. I love you.

[identity profile] eternal-boy.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry, Alex. So sorry.

And he does cry then, burrowing his head in Alex's chest.

PAIN. MISERY. GUILT. TERROR.

And Nick has just enough control to block them from Alex but he just twitches in apology to the others, unable to help it.

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
David almost jumps out of his seat, and Eliie is touching Nick's cheek in a second as David gets a rather major nosebleed.

That's okay. Just... ow. Try and... not be so sad?

[identity profile] go-between.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Richard is already wallowing in his own guilt and sorrow. This just tops it off. He stands and murmurs a quiet apology to them all and slinks off to the front door.

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He's sitting with his tongue stuck out under his dripping nose.

"S'nothing. Minor... brain hemmoraging, I think."

He attempts a smile and just ends up with a bloody chin.

[identity profile] eternal-boy.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
And Nick winces.

Sorry, David.

He pulls away to look up to Alex.

"Can I take you...to my apartment?"

Not home. This is home. Their room is home.

[identity profile] go-between.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Richard walks quietly out the front door to New Orleans. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/thebigeasyways/16029.html)

[identity profile] eternal-boy.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Nick looks like he half wants to punch something and half wants to punch himself. There's also a good part of him that looks like he wants to start crying again.

"No...no, Alex. Don't be sorry."

Just...

But he can't ask that. He can't do that himself...how could he ask Alex for it?

Just follow me...please...I want...I need you. In my bed. With me.

He stands and holds out his hand.

[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks up at them both, Eliie disappeared a while since, and sighs.

"Go, and feel better."

[identity profile] eternal-boy.livejournal.com 2005-03-16 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
And he can't help it, can't help scooping up Alex and holding him tight and not letting go and walking to the front door like a deathmarch, eyes closed, using his other senses to guide him. He opens the door and walks into his bedroom and he doesn't cry because Alex doesn't need that anymore. He does put him on the bed and he does make love to Alex until Alex falls asleep.

Then he cries. Because there's not a damn thing he can do.