forum Crushing Hearts (Mature content [might turn out to be 18+] and TW) (Moved) (1/1)

Started March 12, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Arthur picked up his keys. "I could drive you home… or… you could stay? I've got plenty of room here."

Cyrin looks at him, thinking for a moment, “I’ll stay.” He shrugs slightly.

…Perfect.

Arthur smiled at him. "Great! I, uh, we can… umm… wanna watch another movie, or a tv show, or play a game, or something? Or if you're tired, we can just crash for the night, or whatever."

Cyrin shrugs, “What do you want to do? I don’t particularly care.”

Arthur's smile grew. "I want to beat your tail in Mario Kart, is what I wanna do!"
He skittered over to the shelves below the huge tv and grabbed a couple controllers, before setting one on the couch next to him. He had the console on, the game up and running, and was patting the cushion next to him excitedly, within a minute.

Cyrin laughs softly, setting his glass down and following Arthur. He sits down, “Okok. . . I’ll play.”

There was an easy rhythm to games that helped them bond, and Arthur found himself laughing with Cyrin quite a lot.
They played for much longer than it felt like, and soon, it was 11pm. Arthur yawned, and glanced at the clock, his eyes widening.
"Whoa… I should probably let you get to sleep." He smiled over at Cyrin. "You want my bed or the couch? I'll take whichever you don't pick."

Cyrin leans back, rubbing his face, “I don’t particularly care either way. . . It’s whichever you want, it’s your home.” He sets the controller down, yawning.

Arthur nodded. "Bed's yours, then." He pointed towards his bedroom. "I'll be out here if you need me."

Internally, Sixclaw was rolling his eyes. This guy never makes a decision, does he? I've never met a more boring person with fewer opinions on anything…

On the flip side, it would make him easier to manipulate. So there was that.

Cyrin looked at him, smiling slightly, getting up and stretching. He looks towards the bedroom door and then to Arthur, “You sure?” He asks, shifting on his feet.

Arthur nodded, stretching out and already getting comfortable with the blankets and pillows on the couch. "Very sure. Go get some rest." He smiled up at Cyrin.

Cyrin watches him and then nods, walking to Arthurs room. He opens the door, shutting it behind him, quiet and looking around.

The bedroom was relatively large, with that same soft red carpet. The bed was huge, which was a bit odd for someone living alone.
The lights were an automatic dim in the bedroom, and there wasn't much other furniture. Drawers could be seen recessed into the wall, a clever way of hiding a dresser or bureau.

Cyrin hums softly, and the looks to the bed, “Is the damn thing big enough. . ?” He mutters, walking over to the bed and sitting down, pulling his knees to his chest, going silent.

Arthur laid out on the couch, waiting for Cyrin to go to sleep. He could tell the dancer hadn't yet, though it was just a matter of time…

The huge bed seemed to have an almost hypnotic pull on Cyrin, making him feel incredibly sleepy as he sat there.

Cyrin yawns, closing his eyes and dropping his forehead onto his knees, quiet, though he didn’t fall asleep quite yet. Instead, he pulled out his phone, checking his messages. Nothing from his mother, but that was to be expected, but there were a few from his father. He reads through them, hinting his lip slightly. Mama was not getting any better, but at least she wasn’t getting worse.

He sets his phone down, flopping back and staring up at the ceiling.

Lying down was a mistake if Cyrin was trying to stay awake, as the bed's hypnotic pull slowly worked to draw him under.

Arthur waited, listening, feeling, sensing how close to sleep Cyrin was.

Cyrin stares at the ceiling, yawning again, closing his eyes. After a few moment, Cyrin falls into a light and fitful sleep.

The moment Cyrin's eyes closed in sleep, Arthur slunk into the room. He sat in a dark corner of the room, and watched Cyrin sleep.

He smiled to himself as Cyrin's dreams got very dark, very quickly.

Images of his sister walking home… being attacked by this huge black wolf-looking beast… blood and viscera all over the sidewalk, all over Cyrin as he watched, and suddenly, the beast was on him, its maw wide open, teeth glistening and razor sharp, saliva dripping from 6 inch long canines. He could smell the blood and meat on its breath as it slavered over him, could smell his sister's perfume as the jaws descended on his face with a roar-

Cyrin goes silent in his sleep, still. Not the usual reaction to a nightmare. Instead, all he fealt was a cool rage, if a little fear. He didn’t like the dream, but whatever or whoever had killed his sister, pissed him off enough that he would be an idiot and stare it in the face. Whether it was this thing that appeared in his dreams, or something else entirely. Because no one messed with his family.

Arthur had expected him to wake up, but when he didn't, a cold smile crept across Arthur's face.

The jaws descended on Cyrin's face with a roar-
and began tearing the flesh off. He could feel it happening, the skin being ripped from his bones, piece by piece, bit by bit, the searing pain contorting his real life face as his dream face was demolished.
The monster continued eating him alive, breaking his bones, devouring his organs, fileting his muscle…

As long as Cyrin stayed asleep, he felt every second of it.

And Arthur revelled in it.

Cyrin stays still and silent, the only indication was his breathing speeding up. After a moment, he wakes up, sitting up and staying silent, staring at his legs, not noticing Arthur in the room.

Arthur had to chuckle at Cyrin's stillness. The fact that he could taste the boy's terror in the room, but the boy refused to move, would be very useful later, he was sure.

He slipped from the room as Cyrin started to wake up, and was back in his spot on the couch by the time Cyrin came awake.

The dream had left Cyrin completely unrested, exhausted, and feeling like he hadn't slept at all.

Cyrin stays silent, pulling his knees up to his chest. His mind was blank, and he had no idea what to think anyways. The dream. . . He shakes his head.