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Mar 02, 2021 06:26PM

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"Dakota! Dakota, c'mon, I've got you! I'll catch you!" Mem was holding out his outstretched hands, laughing. "It's not that high of a jump, Silly!"
Leslie rolled her eyes. They were wading in a river, wearing bathing suits. They both had jumped off of a small ledge into the water, and now they waited on Kota. "He's being a baby, leave him," she muttered. Her arms were crossed.
"No- no, I can do it!" Dakota called, but his legs shook. He was scared, and he hated heights. Even small ones. He took a step toward the edge, closed his eyes....and jumped.
But his siblings weren't there anymore. He crashed into the water, thrashing his limbs wildly. He screamed, but his throat was flooded with water. The cold liquid bit and tore t his skin like wolves, and he fought it uselessly. He heard faint laughing. Why were they laughing? Tears pricked at his eyes.
"Please!" he tried to say, but his words were swept away by the sharp water. But the deeper he went, the hotter it got, until he felt burns spread across his skin, tearing it apart. It crackled, sizzling, and he tried screaming. But he was cut off, for a hand was over his mouth. His fathers hand.
Dakota gasped, his eyes snapping open. He shot up, and found his eyes were already filled with tears. He felt a chill run down his spine, stabbing his skin. His breathing felt sharp and ragged, and he couldn't get enough air. He was drowning. Choking. They had been laughing. He moved to throw his hands over his ears but he yelped from yanking up his broken arm. He didn't even notice the sleeping forms that were next to him or the trembling that overtook him.
Leslie rolled her eyes. They were wading in a river, wearing bathing suits. They both had jumped off of a small ledge into the water, and now they waited on Kota. "He's being a baby, leave him," she muttered. Her arms were crossed.
"No- no, I can do it!" Dakota called, but his legs shook. He was scared, and he hated heights. Even small ones. He took a step toward the edge, closed his eyes....and jumped.
But his siblings weren't there anymore. He crashed into the water, thrashing his limbs wildly. He screamed, but his throat was flooded with water. The cold liquid bit and tore t his skin like wolves, and he fought it uselessly. He heard faint laughing. Why were they laughing? Tears pricked at his eyes.
"Please!" he tried to say, but his words were swept away by the sharp water. But the deeper he went, the hotter it got, until he felt burns spread across his skin, tearing it apart. It crackled, sizzling, and he tried screaming. But he was cut off, for a hand was over his mouth. His fathers hand.
Dakota gasped, his eyes snapping open. He shot up, and found his eyes were already filled with tears. He felt a chill run down his spine, stabbing his skin. His breathing felt sharp and ragged, and he couldn't get enough air. He was drowning. Choking. They had been laughing. He moved to throw his hands over his ears but he yelped from yanking up his broken arm. He didn't even notice the sleeping forms that were next to him or the trembling that overtook him.
((I have to go to bed. Goodnight and stay safe!))
Zorion's dreams were different. They weren't exactly dreams; more like...memories. He relived certain memories over and over in his sleep, and they were always lingering in the back of his mind even in his waking hours. It wasn't like he could forget them, but he didn't think it was necessary for him to have to relive every single one.
The front door burst open and Zorion's little feet padded across the floor. "Mommy, I'm home!" he called, setting down his backpack. He'd known his father wouldn't be home then; he was always out drinking when Zorion got home from school. But what was weird was that there was no response from Zorion's mother.
"Mommy?" the little boy called again, beginning to search the house for her. Each room he went into was eerily quiet and seemingly untouched. Then he entered the kitchen. He instantly noticed one of the knives was missing, as was an instinct for him because his father sometimes threatened him with those very same knives. Zorion swallowed, thinking that maybe his father was actually home then for some reason. His movements became more cautious; the padding of his feet now almost completely silent and he no longer called out for his mother. He peeked around every corner of their house but didn't see her...
Then he saw blood. There was blood on the floor of the bathroom. This didn't completely faze him because blood on the floor was, unfortunately, a common sight in this household. He hadn't seen this much before, though. The bathroom lights were off and the door was closed two-thirds of the way so he couldn't see in. He took a shaky deep breath and stepped towards the bathroom door, pushing it open and flicking the lights on at the same time. Then he screamed.
The moment he saw his mother's cold, lifeless body on the floor surrounded by a pool of rich, red blood, Zorion felt a presence come up behind him, a flash of sudden movement. It was his father. And he'd killed Zorion's mother.
Zorion was jolted awake from a similarly unpleasant dream by Dakota's sudden movement. He gave an involuntary gasp as he sat up, then cursed up a storm, holding his head in his hands. He slowly gathered his bearings and noticed Dakota beside him. "K-Kota?" he asked, voice hoarse as it usually was whenever Zorion awoke from another nightmare-memory. "You okay?" He gently reached out and took Dakota's hand.
The front door burst open and Zorion's little feet padded across the floor. "Mommy, I'm home!" he called, setting down his backpack. He'd known his father wouldn't be home then; he was always out drinking when Zorion got home from school. But what was weird was that there was no response from Zorion's mother.
"Mommy?" the little boy called again, beginning to search the house for her. Each room he went into was eerily quiet and seemingly untouched. Then he entered the kitchen. He instantly noticed one of the knives was missing, as was an instinct for him because his father sometimes threatened him with those very same knives. Zorion swallowed, thinking that maybe his father was actually home then for some reason. His movements became more cautious; the padding of his feet now almost completely silent and he no longer called out for his mother. He peeked around every corner of their house but didn't see her...
Then he saw blood. There was blood on the floor of the bathroom. This didn't completely faze him because blood on the floor was, unfortunately, a common sight in this household. He hadn't seen this much before, though. The bathroom lights were off and the door was closed two-thirds of the way so he couldn't see in. He took a shaky deep breath and stepped towards the bathroom door, pushing it open and flicking the lights on at the same time. Then he screamed.
The moment he saw his mother's cold, lifeless body on the floor surrounded by a pool of rich, red blood, Zorion felt a presence come up behind him, a flash of sudden movement. It was his father. And he'd killed Zorion's mother.
Zorion was jolted awake from a similarly unpleasant dream by Dakota's sudden movement. He gave an involuntary gasp as he sat up, then cursed up a storm, holding his head in his hands. He slowly gathered his bearings and noticed Dakota beside him. "K-Kota?" he asked, voice hoarse as it usually was whenever Zorion awoke from another nightmare-memory. "You okay?" He gently reached out and took Dakota's hand.
Zorion looked over at Leo. "Oh sh*t! I totally forgot you were there," he admitted. "I'm Zorion, Kota's...Kota's friend." Why was it so hard for him to say that all of a sudden? "Who're you?" he asked. His eyes drifted over Leo, scanning him. Damn, Kota, you snagged a hot one, he found himself thinking. He quickly stopped this train of thought, his face flushing with embarrassment at himself. Jesus f*cking christ...
"B-but you can call me Zor. Or Zori. Or Zo," Zorion blurted, causing his face to flush even more. God, I'm so f*cking bad at this. Bad at what? What am I even doing? For f*ck's sake... He felt like he was melting into a puddle of awkwardness and just wanted to disappear. He buried his face in his hand that wasn't holding Dakota's. "F*ck me," he muttered.
Zorion sighed into his hand, frustrated at himself. After a few moments, he put his hand down, examining his shiny black nail polish. Then he looked up at Leo again, giving an uncharacteristically shy smile. "So... How long have you known Kota?" he asked, drumming his fingers on his leg, his nails glinting in the light.
"A couple years. Since my dad kicked me out and I moved to a shelter here," Zorion said as if it was no big deal, although these words wrenched at his heart. "I was fourteen...I'm sixteen now, so yeah, a couple years." He glanced over at Dakota and gave a small smile, remembering how grateful he was for Dakota's friendship. He ran a hand through his lilac hair and looked back at Leo. His face had softened since he'd looked over at Dakota.

Zorion looked down at his lap and shook his head. "No, it's... It was for the best. He hurt me all the time, anyway. In a way, I'm lucky that he kicked me out. He coulda killed me like he killed my mom. Good news for me, I guess, is that I'm gay and he doesn't believe in that or want that in his house and he chose to kick me out instead of killin' me." He sighed and looked up at Leo again. He wasn't exactly sure why he was opening up to this perfect stranger, and he quickly tried to apologize, shaking his head at himself. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm tellin' you all this. You probably don't want–"
Z wrote: "Lauren found a necklace and went to Zor, "Hey Z?!" she whispered she put up the necklace, "This yours?", It was Maddys"
((I thought she was in surgery and having a blood transfusion?))
((I thought she was in surgery and having a blood transfusion?))
Zorion shrugged but nodded. "Yeah, they can," he agreed. He flashed Leo another smile. His smile faded, though, as he looked up at Lauren. "Hey. You're out already?" he asked with a slight frown. "Wasn't that bad a fight this time, then?" He glanced at Leo with an apologetic look before returning his gaze to Lauren.
Zorion sighed, frustrated with his half-sister for getting into another fight. Then he shook his head as he held up the necklace. "That's not mine. I like it, though. I'll keep it if you don't want it. Or maybe I'll keep it even if you do." He snatched it out of her hand and stuck his tongue out at her. "Mine now," he said with a smirk as he fastened it around his neck.
"Oh sh*t!" Zorion quickly took it off and gave it back to Lauren. "Fine, take it back! I don't care! I already have a necklace anyway." He paused for a moment, looking at her strangely. "You found it in a pool of blood and thought it was mine?" he asked, clearly perplexed.


((Sorry I had to go!))
Zorion curiously watched the interaction between Lauren and Leo. When Lauren finally left, he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He smiled at Leo again. "Sorry 'bout that. That's my half-sister, Lauren." The way he'd said "half-sister" instead of "sister" showed a little bit about how he felt about her.
((I am a HUGE fan of Zokotaleo!!!))
Zorion curiously watched the interaction between Lauren and Leo. When Lauren finally left, he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He smiled at Leo again. "Sorry 'bout that. That's my half-sister, Lauren." The way he'd said "half-sister" instead of "sister" showed a little bit about how he felt about her.
((I am a HUGE fan of Zokotaleo!!!))
Zorion nodded. "Yeah. My dad..." His face seemed to darken for a moment before returning to normal. "He cheated on my mom with another lady right after I was born," he explained. He picked at his cuticles, something he obviously did a lot because that's where his nail polish was most chipped.
Zorion quickly shook his head. "No, no, don't apologize. It's fine, really," he said, forcing a smile which he hoped was convincing. "But, no, Lauren lived with her mom for as long as I knew. I don't think he ever hurt Lauren. Maybe Lauren's mom, I'm not sure, but never Lauren."
((I'm off and on sorry!))
Zorion gave a vague nod, thinking for a moment, gazing just past Leo. Then he looked directly at Leo again. "So, what about you? What's your story?" he asked curiously. He had no idea why he felt so comfortable asking about this, just like ten minutes after he'd met Leo.
Zorion gave a vague nod, thinking for a moment, gazing just past Leo. Then he looked directly at Leo again. "So, what about you? What's your story?" he asked curiously. He had no idea why he felt so comfortable asking about this, just like ten minutes after he'd met Leo.
Zorion nodded as he listened. "I'm sorry about your parents," he said, tone suddenly soft. He automatically took Leo's hand when he heard that part of the story. "It's hard to lose somebody you love. Especially if they're actually a good parent." His tone was sympathetic, which it was meant to be, but was laced with pain, which was not supposed to be there. It was then that he realized he was holding Leo's hand. He immediately blushed and quickly attempted to pull it away so as to not make Leo uncomfortable.
Zorion shook his head slightly. He was only half-hearing Leo; he was stunned that Leo had stopped him from pulling his hand away. "No, you're perf– I mean, it's fine. Gah, sorry," he mumbled, reddening further. He looked down to avoid making eye contact with Leo until the awkwardness he had created was done.


Zorion peeked up at Leo at his first statement, his face now less red, and nodded slightly. "Okay," he said softly. Then his face turned beet red again as Leo asked to hold his hand. "S-sure," he stammered shyly. Nobody had ever asked him that before. Sure, he'd held Dakota's hand when either of them was upset, but that was just a thing they did because they were friends. ...Right? Zorion was questioning everything now. And then he realized: Holy sh*t. I think I've fallen for them both.