forum Crushing Hearts [Repost] (1/1)

Started April 05, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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They rested, and tonight at least, things were right with the world.

………

(time skip? I can write it, just want to confirm that's what we're doing)

Over the course of the next 2 months, things progressed for Cyrin and Arthur. They went from friends with occasional benefits, to close friends, and then finally, they wound up together. They spent more and more time in each other's apartments in that time, and the bond grew.
Arthur walked with Cyrin through the investigation into his sister's death, which went on for a long time. Nothing and nobody was ever found to be guilty, leaving his family unsure and unsettled. Arthur made sure he helped Cyrin take care of them, leaving the dancer more free time to relax, and consequently, to be around him.
The job change went smoothly, and Cyrin fit right into his role. People liked him. His quiet demeanor made him less threatening to people, and the tenants of the building had no worries in asking him for help.

Arthur found that he actually managed to catch some feelings for Cyrin. The dancer won his heart in a few ways, though it would never be enough for the Revenant inside. He managed to keep things under wraps, at first to win Cyrin's trust, and then later, because he cared for him. But even so, on some of the nights they were together, Cyrin had terrible, awful nightmares. The kind that make a man wake up sweating and breathing hard. Sixclaw was sated on these, for now, but Arthur knew he'd need more. He wanted more, and his feelings could be put aside for his needs.

In fact, it seemed like that was going to happen sooner, rather than later. He couldn't shake the feeling as he came back into the building one day after a long people-watching walk.

Cyrin wondered sometimes, very rarely, over the next two months if dating was a good idea. It had nothing to do with Arthur, and solely to do with his career and life. Okay, maybe it had a bit to do with Arthur. But that was just Avdey’s whisperings into his ear. The guy was sweet, charming, funny, and, not to mention, cute.

He enjoyed the time he spent with Arthur, and his new, very relaxed, job. But he still felt like he was missing something. Something big. But he always chalked it up to be paranoia and left it at that. He felt like what he was missing was right in front of his face, so close, he could reach out and just grab it.

It was almost everyday now that he felt the loss of his sister. At first, he couldn’t believe it, and that every time his phone buzzed, it would be her, asking him some stupid question or being annoying. It never was, because she was dead, and she would never text him again bugging him about anything. Then he felt slightly relived , he would have some peace and quiet in his life. Then came the guilt that he ever felt relived. And now, it was just an overbearing loneliness.

He usually overcame these feeling by (a) dancing, or (b) spending more time with Arthur. And now that they lived in the same building, made it super easy to see him. Which he enjoyed. A lot.

He found it easy to get along with the other tenants in the building as well, enjoying helping them with their problems. Not that there were many. Like Arthur had said, it was a quiet job, and almost everything ran smoothly.

The only thing Cyrin found too troubling were the nightmares. The ones that had him waking up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, unable to go back to sleep. These terrified him. Not just the things in the dreams, but the fact he was having them in the first place. He didn’t normally dream, and never nightmares. And yes, he knows that you always dream, but when you ‘don’t dream’, it’s you simply not recalling the dream you had or something.

But Cyrin could remember these nightmares. Vividly and clearly. He shudders slightly, setting his water bottle down on the table and sliding down to the floor in a split. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the flor and placing his chin into his hands. He stares at the screen of his phone for a moment. What should he watch while he did useless stretches to divert his mind from the horrid nightmares?

He reaches his finger out and scrolls through Netflix and tilts his head slightly. He was getting bored with all his current shows. Maybe he would find something he didn’t normally watch. Avdey was begging him to watch this show. . . The Blacklist? He frowns and searches for it, reading the small paragraph of information about the show. Maybe. . . His gaze flicks to the time and sighs, hitting play on the show.

(He just sits there, doing the splits and watching TV on his phone- I’m sorry dude, but how? /j)

Cyrin had some funny habits that Arthur had slowly been learning over the last couple of months. Being a dancer, he was athletic, and to Arthur's particular enjoyment, he was flexible. It wasn't uncommon to find him doing everyday things in odd positions.
In fact, it was to this scene that Arthur walked in today. Cyrin, on the floor, in a full split, watching Netflix on his phone.
He had to laugh, just a little bit.
"Hey, anybody ever tell you you're kinda funny sometimes?" He walked past and gently mussed up Cyrin's hair, before plopping down next to him cross-legged. "Whatcha watching?"
Their comfort level had gone up, of course, and he found himself leaning against the taller man's shoulder, just a little bit, before he'd even thought about it.

Cyrin was so immersed in his show he hadn't noticed Arthur until the other man was laughing. He blinks, looking up, flashing a smile. He reaches forward, tapping the screen what felt like a million times in attempts to pause the show. He had, surprisingly, gotten hooked on it in the first episode. He shakes his head slightly, "Only you, really. I don't understand how you find this funny. It's simply comfortable. You can't tell me they you never get into any weird positions when doing things?"

He turns his phone off, leaning slightly into Arthur. "I was watching The Blacklist. It's surprisingly good. Normally I don't enjoy shows like this, but I enjoy this one."

Arthur continued chuckling. "Oh, I occasionally hang upside-down off my bed, but I've never just, you know, casually done a full splits for no particular reason. And I certainly don't think I'd find it 'comfortable'." He turned and kissed Cyrin's cheek. "But you do you, sweetheart."
He stood up and headed towards the kitchen. "Have you cooked dinner yet? And tell me about this show that has so conquered your attention."
It was a Friday, and Arthur was hoping to get Cyrin out in the woods tonight. They hadn't gone camping together yet, just because of a few factors. Cyrin's family had needed the support, he'd been trying to get Cyrin used to sleeping with him at all, and because… well, some part of Arthur knew if he got Cyrin out in the woods, things were gonna change significantly for them. He wasn't entirely sure he was ready for that, but. It was time to give it a shot.

(Me trying to scavenge my brain for the first season of Blacklist-)

Cyrin laughs softly, shaking his head ever so slightly. He shifts slightly, pulling his feet in front of him, and slowly getting up. “Well. . . Maybe that’s cause I’ve done the splits almost my whole life? Also it helps keep me stretched for when I do practice later.”

He leans against the counter, shaking his head, “No. I haven’t, I was thinking either take out or leftovers? I don’t wanna cook or clean the mess up cooking makes. I feel lazy today.”

He grins, “Oh. . . Wel, it’s about this guy, Reddington and this group in the FBI who do secrete missions or something. And Reddington is a wanted criminal who’s helping the agency take down these other criminals who the government had been looking for or had not even known they needed to find. These people are what Reddington calls the Blacklist.” He grabs a glass and fills it with some water, taking a long drink.

Cyrin nods. Pizza sounded good. Maybe. “Pizza sounds okay.” He looks down to the counter for a moment, thinking.

Cyrin listen to Arthurs suggestion, shifting on his feet. He wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy. He was practically in love with his climate control and toilets. So far he’d been able to get out of camping. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do thins Arthur liked. He just, wasn’t a fan of the idea of sleeping outside out of his bed. And most of the time, the reasons he couldn’t go were good ones. Like dance recitals or something. But this weekend, he was free. He had nothing to do and he didn’t want to be an asshole.

“Sure. Why not?” He smiles slightly. “It could be. . . Interesting. . . to try.”

Arthur smiled and pulled his phone out, navigating to the app. "Meat-lovers ok?"

Cyrin seemed nervous about the idea, but Arthur was pleased he said yes. "I'll try to make it fun, and it'll be easy. I'll take care of all the hard stuff. " He stood up, his smile widening. "Go pack a change of clothes or two, and make sure you're wearing shoes you wouldn't mind getting filthy."

(sorry its short! just had to get something down on the page facepalm)

(Rolls in sand It’s fine, better than nothing :D)

CYrin nods, laughing, “I have no choice in the matter.” He holds his hands up, clearly being somewhat playful.

“You always look ready to kill someone when you don’t get your meat.” He chuckles softly, shaking his head slightly, “DOn’t want it to be me.”

He nods slightly, pushing away from the counter, “You make it sound Like I have more than one pair of shoes. And my dancing shoes don’t count. Because, they aren’t really. . . um. . . Practical footwear for anything other than dancing.”

He turns, walking backwards, “And what kind of clothes? Jeans and jacket or. . . Shorts and t-shirt?”

Arthur grinned and ordered the pizza, returning Cyrin's teasing tone. "No, you don't. Meatlovers it is." He chuckled at the description of his deadly intent. "Hey, at least you know better than to get in the way. It won't be you."

Arthur blinked, before shrugging. "So we'll pick up some boots on the way out of town. I got you." He watched Cyrin go, thinking briefly. "In this weather, I'd say jeans and the jacket, though if you wanna sleep in something more comfy, shorts and t-shirt would be fine too."

Cyrin grins, laughing, “Good. I’m not ready to die. I’m too young, and much left to do in life.” Tilts his head.

“OKay, boots it is. . . And jean and a jacket. I don’t know in what world you would think a t-shirt and shorts are comfortable to sleep in. It’s either all or nothing.” He shakes his ear, ducking away from the kitchen, wandering to his room.

He reaches into his closet, grabbing a few shirts ad a pair of jeans before tossing them onto his bed. He turns and bends down, reaching underneath his bed and pulling out a duffle bag. He frowns slightly and then tosses the stuff into his bag, not taking the time to fold it. He stuffs the clothes into the bag and then zips it up, setting it on the floor.

Arthur chuckled at him. "Good, cuz I'm not ready for you to do either. Got too much to do to you."

He grinned at his boyfriend as Cyrin left to pack. "I mean, whatever you think will be most comfortable. I'm down with nothing."

Arthur had his bags packed already. They stayed packed easily enough, as much as he was in the woods. "Any idea what kind of boots you'd like?" He called to Cyrin from the kitchen.

Cyrin felt his face heart at Arthur’s words and he ducks his head down, hiding his face in his sleeve as he tosses the clothes into his bag. He coughs softly, almost chocking at his next words, shaking his head, “Jesus-“ He laughs, running his hand down his face and taking deep breaths.

He shakes his head slightly, “So you’d rather I wear absolutely nothing to bed?” He asks, poking his head out of his room.

“Versus pants and a sweater?” He stares towards the kitchen at Arthur, his face slightly pink as he asks the question. He was unsure if he wanted to know the answer, but he asked the question so he supposed he was going to get an answer out of Arthur.

“Uh. . . The functioning comfortable ones?” He walks from his room, moving back to the kitchen and leaning against the counter again. “I know nothing about boots. You’re asking me the wrong kind of question there.”

Making Cyrin blush was one of Arthur's new favorite activities. "Oh, c'mon, you act like I've never said such things to you before. You know you like it." he said with a smirk.
He grinned at the question. "I mean… I certainly wouldn't turn it down… though you'll be cold, I'm sure, unless something or someone keeps you warm…"
The pink tint to Cyrin's face was adorable.

"Functioning comfortable ones. Any particular stylistic choices you'd like to make within those categories? I can make sure you're buying functioning comfortable brands, if you wanna choose what they look like."

Cyrin huffs, crossing his arms. His face still adorably pin, he mutters, “Me liking it is besides the point, Arthur. . .” He looks back up at Arthur, blinking once.

“I-. . .” He bites down on his lower lip, clearing his throat. “Right. . . And I’m sure that you’d be the one loving to keep me warm.”

He rolls his eyes slightly, crossing his arms, “How am I supposed to know what boots look fashionable or not? They’re boots. I don’t really care what they look like. NOt like I’m going to wear them as often as you wear yours.”