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Nightshift 27: M12

Oct 07, 2007 12:39

If anyone had been waiting outside M12’s door they would’ve been sorely disappointed to find out that the entire room was unoccupied. However, there seemed to be several slips of paper poking from underneath the door, all conveying the same message just in case someone decided to take one for any reason. If they choose to pull one of the slips out ( Read more... )

ashton, leon (so2), axel, claude, dias

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heavens_too_far October 22 2007, 01:18:50 UTC

[From here.]

It wasn't until Dias had Ashton actually inside his friend's own room again - stepping over the small drift of notes still in the open doorway - that he allowed himself to relax. The room was empty - certainly too small and bare to hide any lurking monsters that Dias wouldn't have noticed within seconds - which meant that at least now Dias could guarantee that Ashton didn't have to suffer any more tonight than he already had.

He strode over to Ashton's bed and, with a gentleness that seemed out of place for Dias unless one had seen him doing things like comforting frightened girls or making flower tiaras for his little sisters, set his friend down on it.

part1of3 October 26 2007, 03:56:29 UTC

"Dias," Ashton was whispering. Those words his friend had spoken, no matter how harsh, had made his heart quicken just a little. It was true - Ashton had been heavily doubting himself since his surgery, and couldn't help but think of himself as utterly damaged goods, but.. Dias' words had affected him in some inexplicable way. Dias had never said anything to him with such utter fervor. He.. wasn't the kind of guy to say things he didn't truly believe - Ashton knew that much.

And to come out and say these things... Ashton felt that they'd taken some big step together. And he'd never been so close to Dias, never been able to feel his hot breath on his face like this; if he was a less shy man, he might just have been tempted to close the distance between their lips ( ... )

heavens_too_far October 26 2007, 18:06:03 UTC

Dias hadn't actually counted on Axel and the girl arriving; they had mentioned bringing back medicine, but given how long nightshift had already stretched on Dias hadn't actually thought they'd have enough time to come back. He certainly hadn't counted on anyone seeing him holding Ashton like this.

His own justifications for holding Ashton had made perfect sense to him, but - that didn't really change how it looked to other people.

Shifting his grip on Ashton slightly and clearing his throat were the only signs of his discomfort; although he didn't exactly like being seen in what looked like a compromising position, Axel's and the girl's opinions of him didn't mean all that much to him. (Not that he wasn't above glaring at Axel when the man made a pointed comment, however.) But that was quickly forgotten in the face of the medicine brought for Ashton - and even that was momentarily overshadowed by Axel's revelation about the faucets.

"Blood?" Dias echoed, rather nauseated by the thought. It wasn't so much that he couldn't deal with ( ... )

bond_off_lame October 26 2007, 22:39:36 UTC

"Of course, of course. That's sort of the reason why we brought them here, you know." Even though he wouldn't be the first to admit that he'd mellowed down a great deal since he arrived in Landel's, that didn't mean he was going to let himself be ordered around by some brooder who was so far up in the closet that he might as well have been in NarniaBut enough about that. Axel casually strolled over to the bed and picked up the cup, letting it sink into the basin and filled it with a good amount of water. Meanwhile, his other hand expertly untwisted the cap of the bottle, carefully angling it down so a pill could roll into his palm before he set the rest aside. Even though there wasn't a clock nearby he could only guess that the night was drawing to a close, so it would've been best if the latter took these as soon as possible ( ... )

angels_inflight October 27 2007, 00:32:42 UTC

Axel was taking care of everything medicine wise, so there really was nothing else for Naminé to do. She had gone through all the trouble of collecting these things, but she had no clue how to actually... use any of it. She set the bandages on Ashton's dresser, along with his flashlights.

Well, at least she did get to accomplish what she originally planned to. She had returned Ashton's flashlight... and then Naminé also remembered whom she had left behind. But Soma and Roland were not there when she went to her room, so they must have moved on.

Still...

"I should probably get back to my room now. It looks like Ashton is going to be OK," She told the others. Ashton was in very good hands, so she didn't have to worry.

Besides, Naminé couldn't help but feel that she was intruding upon something.

part1of3 October 27 2007, 04:20:56 UTC

Ashton took the pills gratefully, popping them into his mouth and grimacing at the taste before letting Axel tip the glass into his mouth after them. He wasn't ready for it, and a trail of water remained on his chin. He turned his head to Axel, his face still slightly flushed, and nodded - though he still couldn't meet his eye. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to meet anyone's gaze right about now, even though he was making no move to free himself from Dias.

It was just so.. comfortable.

After swallowing, and taking an extra gulp of (thankfully non-bloody) water to wash it down, he tentatively, and rather shamelessly, laid his head back down on Dias' shoulder. Even now, the blood in the water didn't surprise him. It was nothing compared to the other things they did to patients at night.

It hurt. So much hurt, and the herbs - no, pills Axel had given him hadn't kicked in immediately like he'd hoped they would. He still wasn't sure whether or not he should confess to his friends what he'd heard tonight. His dragons' words had been ( ... )

bond_off_lame October 27 2007, 11:37:20 UTC

After making sure that Ashton had his fill of water, Axel set the cup on the table with a yawn. It really was getting late now that everything was said and done with. He quietly waved to Naminé whom exited the room after witnessing everything, trusting that she'd get back to her own room without getting attacked. As for himself, he'd have to say that he earned a good night's rest. However, as he glanced over his shoulder at the two other men, the redhead found himself sighing grudgingly before waving them off.

Goddamnit."Yeah, you'll see us tomorrow Ashton. You should get some rest while it's still night." Axel suggested with a small smile before it disappeared with another yawn. "I guess I'll go and find an empty room. I'm not doing this again though." The subtext was so obvious that it was repeatedly smacking him in the face, and considering what his roommate had been through the redhead would like to say that he was pretty deserving of it ( ... )

heavens_too_far October 27 2007, 15:19:18 UTC

This time, Dias was relatively sure that Ashton's dismissal didn't apply to him(even though, once again, Ashton didn't specify who he meant). Not even Dias was so dense as to not be able to interpret the way the younger man was resting his head on Dias' shoulder ( ... )

part1of3 October 27 2007, 21:52:18 UTC

I'm sorry, Axel, Ashton thought as he heard the door open and close again, his roommate and the girl disappearing into the night. At any other time, he would have felt rather selfish for making his other friends leave, but he wanted this sweet time alone with Dias, if only because the rarity of the situation was so striking. Maybe he'd apologize to Axel tomorrow. Maybe he wouldn't feel the need to. Who could rightly say?

For a moment, Dias' hand was on his face, brushing a few of the blood-caked strands of hair away from his vision. The flashlight on the dresser was still on, allowing them a little bit of light. Ashton could hear his own heart beating in his ears. Everything was perfect - except for the part where he'd been cut open and weird stuff had been done to his head.

Do I feel like I'm something less? Ashton considered Dias' earlier words for some time, then whispered, "I.. I am worried about what they did to me, I'll admit - because I don't know what they did.. it's just unknown, and weird. And I feel like.. um, like ( ... )

heavens_too_far October 28 2007, 22:02:59 UTC

"It doesn't matter what they did," Dias said bluntly, in what was perhaps a poor choice of words. Realizing this, he did what he could to explain what he'd meant by it. "Nothing's wrong with you. You're bloody and hurt, but blood washes away and wounds heal. You still move and think and act like you did before; that's what's important. It could've been a lot worse. And you've got us to help you now."

Dias paused when he felt a gentle hand brush through his own hair, glancing down at Ashton questioningly as it almost reluctantly pulled away. He was still, somewhere in the back of his mind, aware of how Ashton felt about him, and that was more daring than the other man usually got. As was natural for Dias, he wondered if this wasn't a sign of something wrong - if the medicine or the blood loss or the sheer trauma Ashton had suffered wasn't affecting him adversely. "Are you feeling all right?" he inquired.

part1of3 October 29 2007, 02:46:17 UTC

"So far, anyway. I.. I mean, I could be completely different once the day comes. Who can say?" Ashton looked nervous. Something already seemed different tonight, but that could be attributed to his wildly-beating heart and the blood loss from the surgery, not the surgery itself. Nevertheless, he was normally so much more in-tune with his own body, and he could usually judge his own reflexes. But tonight he was doing things he was never sure he'd do before.

Was it the pain that was doing it? Because the pain was more than there.

He wondered for a second what made Dias ask if he was all right. Was it that obvious that he just wasn't feeling himself tonight? W-well, maybe so, but ... Worriedly, he shifted a little bit, his hand hovering right above his own chest as if he were afraid to rest it back down, as if he was going to do something that he likely never would ( ... )

heavens_too_far October 29 2007, 22:06:47 UTC

Dias sighed quietly, although no matter how soft the sound might have been Ashton could hardly miss it while lying on the man's chest. "It's not that I'm not worried about you," he said finally, somewhat awkwardly, not quite sure how to put what he meant to say. Best to stick with statements he knew to be true and hope that he could piece those together into a coherent point. "Or that what happened to you wasn't significant. But short of killing you, or that temporary brainwashing they do sometimes...I can't imagine anything that this place could do to you that would damage you beyond repair or change who you are. I can't believe that the Ashton I'm talking to now is suddenly going to become someone different or less worthy, now or ever, no matter what it was they did. I refuse to believe it." He fixed Ashton with a steady gaze. "If it were me, or Claude, or Leon - what could this place possibly do to us that would make us look broken to you? That would make us seem like completely different people?" And as he said the words, Dias ( ... )

part1of3 October 30 2007, 04:37:49 UTC

Ashton's eyes had flicked back to Dias' face during his little speech, searching his features for nothing in particular - just studying him. He was so unused to so many words from Dias, but what else could his friend do? Ashton was asking for reassurance, begging for words, anything to drown out his headache and his insecurities, and Dias was obliging him. The problem was that Ashton simply did not know what was to come for him. They'd... they'd messed with his brain. They'd done something to his dragons, and-

No, no, listen to Dias, he was telling himself. What would make him consider Claude, Leon, and Dias completely different people? ..He'd already thought about it, actually. No. These were his friends. He'd had his friends back on Expel, but right now, at this moment, these were the friends closest to him, and nothing.. nothing could break them.

Ashton believed in his friends - why couldn't he believe in himself?

His friends were so close to him. Dias was - .. so close to him. Literally, and.. and he was leaning closer. Why? ( ... )

heavens_too_far October 30 2007, 05:25:28 UTC

Ashton had finally looked up at him again, questioning and uncertain, and while Dias wished that for just once in his life Ashton could believe in his own strength as much as he had a right to, the fact remained that such an expression was normal for him. While Ashton might be acting slightly more bold than usual, it didn't seem connected to anything wrong with him, and he evidently was still thinking the same thoughts. Satisfied with that, Dias was about to sit back again when Ashton leaned forward and -

Dias' eyes widened as the thought slowly made its way across synapses that had been all but shocked into immobility. Ashton was kissing him. Of all possible eventualities, this had ( ... )

part1of3 October 30 2007, 07:21:37 UTC

In a terrifying, naked moment of self-doubt, Ashton was sure that Dias hadn't leaned in intentionally - and that short span of time that Dias had frozen up, Ashton wanted quite a bit to curl up and die. If the surgery hadn't broken him, some sudden coldness from Dias' side would surely have undertaken that brutal job. He was panicking, but was busy savoring the moment until Dias pushed him off, what was sure to be the last time he'd ever be near the man he adored again-

And then Dias' mouth started to return the kiss. No, no, he was starting to share it - no, whatever it was, it didn't matter what the words were. There were no intelligible words in Ashton's head right now.

He simply couldn't believe it.

He.. he couldn't believe he'd just... up and done that, that he'd worked up the impossible courage to do what he'd dreamed of for so long. He'd never imagined it to be as intimate and personal as this, though, with Dias' strong arms cradling him, and both of them completely unskilled at this but not really caring ( ... )

heavens_too_far October 30 2007, 15:01:48 UTC

Having finally acknowledged the fact that he wanted to kiss Ashton, Dias found himself disappointed when the opportunity to do so seemed to pass surprisingly quickly. And, as was normal for Dias, when Ashton pulled away he immediately wondered if something was wrong - if he'd responded too late or his inexperience had led him to do something incorrectly or if (most likely) Ashton had come to his senses and was now going to start babbling apologies about his being so forward. But if he'd made any critical mistakes, or if Ashton regretted his boldness, the younger man remained silent about it; a gentle hand slid into his hair as Ashton stared at him as if he'd never seen Dias before. Or, perhaps, as if this was the way he'd wanted to see Dias for a long time and hadn't been able to until now ( ... )

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