By now Devin's scent permeated the apartment, enough so that when he wasn't there, out hunting on a club at the rare occasions when he didn't take Warren along or meeting with someone about a music venture, Warren would feel it. Sometimes when he wasn't there he would curl up on the couch or on the bed and press his face into the cushions just to ( Read more... )

"And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire"Warren would never admit listening to some of the music he listened to. Sting was mostly acceptable, at least, he wasn't some girly chick-power crooner, he was good solid classic rock. So Warren could have it on at a normal volume and not sacrifice any dignity ( Read more... )

Warren wasn't always an angry boy, but as childhood left and adolesence came around with a whole host of other problems it became the thing that dominated him, for the most part. Quiet, sullen anger kept him going through days when he really just wanted to pack it all in, or at least throw a big enough tantrum to make his Mom send him to normal ( Read more... )

Warren woke up and didn't quite realize what day it was until Devin stirred beside him and he started to be able to think clearly. At least he was able to wake up early. More able than Devin, who rolled over and nestled into him and went back to sleep. And Warren did too, for a little while ( Read more... )

Six months. Six ( Read more... )

Afterwards he went out to stand on the balcony and stare at the city below ( Read more... )

He wasn't good enough on the bass yet but he was already starting to get itchy behind the soundboard. Devin looked so damn good on the stage. He wanted to be a part of that on many, many levels ( Read more... )

[Massachusetts, 2023]It used to be that when he thought of flowers, gardens, anything horticultural at all, he thought of her. How could he not? The scent of flowers had always followed her wherever she went and he lived in an apartment. Didn't see the outdoors much, except in her company, and then in Devin's, but it still wasn't enough to ( Read more... )

Somewhere between New York and Atlanta he'd picked up a bass guitar and was figuring out how to by books and ear alone. No reason, just whimsy, and Devin had shrugged and said he could use a bass player, smiling with that wide-eyed startled wonder when Warren practiced his fingers bloody for a week straight. Right before scolding him for hurting ( Read more... )

The one thing he did regret about the whole process was that it made Devin very uneasy. Withdrawn, and probably (though he hadn't said anything) certain that Warren was going to leave him. When nothing could be further from the truth, but with Layla growing more obviously pregnant by the day, all bets seemed to be off as far as Devin's thinking ( Read more... )