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Julian x Bryce - Damian x Céline
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Sep 16, 2013 08:05PM

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"I'm not going to... to cry." But already his chest was choking up. His knees curled up to his chest and squeezed his eyes closed as tears began to leak out and run down his face. Within a few moments the pillow under his head began to get damp.

Bryce took a deep and shuddering breath, the tears feeling so alien on his skin. Who knew crying hurt so much? That it was so messy? He buried his head into Julian's shoulder gratefully, holding onto him for dear life. "I don't even kn-know what I'm crying for..." It was a puzzle to him, no matter how quick he was.
"I have no pain in my life." Bryce protested halfheartedly, simply trying to keep up the lie had been telling himself for forever.

Bryce choked a bit. "No, I don't lie to you..." He said, hugging him tight as his shoulder began to shake harder with silent sobs. "I promise. I'm j-just..."

Bryce bit his lip, pulling away from Julian carefully, letting go to rub his eyes dry a little. "No... They're not gone... I... Uh, Arthur..." He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Bryce took a deep breath and slammed a pillow onto his own face, burying himself away. "Yeah. Go figure."
((My phone is charging, and that's where my comment is. I'll post when it's done refuelling. :) ))
That was all Bryce needed. It was all he wanted to hear. "Thank you..." He said, dropping the pillow and curling into him. "I love you so much..."
That was all Bryce needed. It was all he wanted to hear. "Thank you..." He said, dropping the pillow and curling into him. "I love you so much..."

Bryce shrugged a little and grabbed his own food as it was put onto the bedspread. "Yeah. That was... Shocking." He had come in, yelled, announced he was a parent, approved, and then left in one massive emotional windstorm.

"... I guess." He kept everything out of his voice. The mood had been ruined and he knew it. He crawled into the covers with Julian and just laid there on his side, not really watching tv.

Bryce wrapped Julian up anyway, twisting his legs into his and keeping him close all through the night.

Julian didnt have an adorable dream this ime, in fact it was nothing.
( I think its tiem for Bryce to have an adorable dream again :P)
((-^.^- Adorable dream coming up ~ ))
Bryce slept fitfully, his face set in a frown all night. However, it wasn't for the sake of nightmares, no. In fact, it was the opposite. His dreams were suddenly surreal.
He was in a basement, that much was clear. A dark, cool, damp place that smelled of must and rotten things. Where every footstep above was a thunderous crack in the plumbing along the walls, every movement he made a lasting echo that seemed to disturb the very concrete he was sitting on.
And Bryce was in the darkest corner. That little spot no one ever looks because they're afraid of what they'll find.
There were things... Little things. Strewn about him in a mess of a collage, just a puddle of puzzle pieces he couldn't identify. Well, he couldn't identify most. In his hand he held a small candle, he could feel the wick and smell the honey scented stick easily. In the other he held an even smaller box that rattled everytime he moved it. It was matches, he knew, but he had forgotten how to use them.
Every now and then, out of the pitch, a voice would haunt. Sometimes they weren't even words; just bursts of screaming or a piece of a cry long buried in his subconsciousness. They would make him jump, make him push his back up against the grimy corner even harder out of fear. After a while he pressed his hands to his ears and left it that way, trying to drown out the screams and the footsteps.
Footsteps?
Bryce could vaguely see parts of the basement that weren't so dark, and there was another shape moving around out there. Like a mass of shadow making its way toward him. Like an embodiment to these screams, these angry voices of disapproval. And suddenly he was terrified. Unable to keep calm, he let out a small noise and hugged his head to his knees so he couldn't see it.
"Shh..." This sound wasn't angry, wasn't harsh. It knelt down beside him amid the cluster of things and gently set a hand on his shoulder. "Bryce?" The shivering boy looked up, but the face was invisible behind a blanket of shadow. "Let me try."
Automatically understanding, Bryce handed it the little box of matches. Within a moment, a little flame was stuck out of the darkness. Its little life flickered and wriggled on the match until it was set against the wick of the candle in Bryce's hand, then it blossomed into a sparking fire. Now within the candle's halo, Julian flashed him that dazzling smile he had and glanced down at the things. Toy trains, yo-yo's, plastic forks, faceless dolls, woollen socks... That was what was scattered around him. As Bryce clutched the candle close to his chest, Julian grinned again. "Now you got the brightest corner there is, Bryce." He sat down with him in his little glowing corner and leaned against him lovingly. All the screams abated, all the monsters disappeared.
Now he never wanted to leave.
Bryce slept fitfully, his face set in a frown all night. However, it wasn't for the sake of nightmares, no. In fact, it was the opposite. His dreams were suddenly surreal.
He was in a basement, that much was clear. A dark, cool, damp place that smelled of must and rotten things. Where every footstep above was a thunderous crack in the plumbing along the walls, every movement he made a lasting echo that seemed to disturb the very concrete he was sitting on.
And Bryce was in the darkest corner. That little spot no one ever looks because they're afraid of what they'll find.
There were things... Little things. Strewn about him in a mess of a collage, just a puddle of puzzle pieces he couldn't identify. Well, he couldn't identify most. In his hand he held a small candle, he could feel the wick and smell the honey scented stick easily. In the other he held an even smaller box that rattled everytime he moved it. It was matches, he knew, but he had forgotten how to use them.
Every now and then, out of the pitch, a voice would haunt. Sometimes they weren't even words; just bursts of screaming or a piece of a cry long buried in his subconsciousness. They would make him jump, make him push his back up against the grimy corner even harder out of fear. After a while he pressed his hands to his ears and left it that way, trying to drown out the screams and the footsteps.
Footsteps?
Bryce could vaguely see parts of the basement that weren't so dark, and there was another shape moving around out there. Like a mass of shadow making its way toward him. Like an embodiment to these screams, these angry voices of disapproval. And suddenly he was terrified. Unable to keep calm, he let out a small noise and hugged his head to his knees so he couldn't see it.
"Shh..." This sound wasn't angry, wasn't harsh. It knelt down beside him amid the cluster of things and gently set a hand on his shoulder. "Bryce?" The shivering boy looked up, but the face was invisible behind a blanket of shadow. "Let me try."
Automatically understanding, Bryce handed it the little box of matches. Within a moment, a little flame was stuck out of the darkness. Its little life flickered and wriggled on the match until it was set against the wick of the candle in Bryce's hand, then it blossomed into a sparking fire. Now within the candle's halo, Julian flashed him that dazzling smile he had and glanced down at the things. Toy trains, yo-yo's, plastic forks, faceless dolls, woollen socks... That was what was scattered around him. As Bryce clutched the candle close to his chest, Julian grinned again. "Now you got the brightest corner there is, Bryce." He sat down with him in his little glowing corner and leaned against him lovingly. All the screams abated, all the monsters disappeared.
Now he never wanted to leave.
((Ikr? They can't beat Sky and Josh, but damn they're close. ;) Lol!))
He woke up with his back cold and his chest warm. He was pressed up against Julian, his back facing the comfortless room, his arms still wrapped around him lovingly. Bryce made a wide and sounless yawn as he slowly unlaced himself from him.
He woke up with his back cold and his chest warm. He was pressed up against Julian, his back facing the comfortless room, his arms still wrapped around him lovingly. Bryce made a wide and sounless yawn as he slowly unlaced himself from him.

Julian was still deep in sleep, but subconsciously he was wrapped tightly around the solider, never letting him go.
((YEP. I did the math, and if we went steady without changing topics, Josh and Sky would be around 100 pages long. O.o))
Bryce laid there and, uncreepily mind you, watched him sleep for a while. God, he looked so innocent and adorable when he slept. All his darkness somehow melting off his face. Soon he couldn't take it anymore and he gently kissed Julian's forehead, snuggling up to him warmly.
Bryce laid there and, uncreepily mind you, watched him sleep for a while. God, he looked so innocent and adorable when he slept. All his darkness somehow melting off his face. Soon he couldn't take it anymore and he gently kissed Julian's forehead, snuggling up to him warmly.
"Mhm." He nodded a little. "I know, that's weird. I just..." He broke to let a yawn in. "I dunno."
Bryce, more or less, hated television. He always had. There were no rules, it was all so illogical and strange. Foreign.
Except, he liked MTV; strange enough.
After a moment he sat up a little more and yawned widely, squeezing his eyes shut with the effort. "What do you want for breakfast?"
Breakfast was his favorite meal of the day. It was the time when his 'parents' were tired enough to ignore their differences and make some kind of peace around the coffee machine.
Except, he liked MTV; strange enough.
After a moment he sat up a little more and yawned widely, squeezing his eyes shut with the effort. "What do you want for breakfast?"
Breakfast was his favorite meal of the day. It was the time when his 'parents' were tired enough to ignore their differences and make some kind of peace around the coffee machine.