forum Glitches // OxO // Closed

Started November 27, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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“I guess so.” Jude shrugged, “They’re not registered or in the system, it just printed them.” He turned his hands over as he spoke, “You got your own identity know, I guess.”

Nyx nodded a little, reaching out without thinking, trailing a finger down Jude's cheek for a second, marveling at the feeling of Jude's skin against his. Then he pulled his hand back, remembering that that wasn't a good idea. "Sorry."

“Don’t be.” Jude shook his head, smiling as he held Nyx’s hand; it wasn’t cold anymore. His heart ached at Nyx’s quiet touch, wishing the gentle caress would’ve pulled him into a kiss.

Nyx bit his lip a little bit. His hands would still have hurt if he held Jude's hand too tight, but…he shook his head a little bit. He wouldn't do that. And…he wanted to kiss Jude again. But he wouldn't do that either.

Jude noticed Nyx’s conflicted look and smiled, “What’s on your mind?” He asked softly, feeling like his withdrawal was disappearing because of him…or the pill he took earlier. He glanced up at him, tracing little patterns into Nyx’s hand without thinking.

Nyx shrugged a little. "Nothing." He replied softly. "I just…I don't know." I want to kiss you, but I can't, because I'm bad for you. Because you have this addiction thing, and you're on a drug right fucking now, and I can't kiss you, I can't, no matter how much I want to.

"You don't know how you're feeling? Or you don't know how to say it?" Jude smiled a little, trying to lighten the mood. He didn't really know how he felt, with all these conflicting emotions (and a shit ton of morphine) running through his veins. "I want to know what you're thinking." He chuckled, "You look deep in thought."

Nyx shook his head a little. "It doesn't matter, Jude." he replied after a moment. He ran a hand through his hair, and his eyes flickered wide for a moment, and he tugged at the strands a little bit. "Do you know…I've never actually felt my own hair before."

"'Course it matters. I wanna know what you think about." Jude shrugged, smiling at Nyx's bewildered expression when he felt his hair. "-Oh." He laughed quietly, curling a lock of hair around his finger, "Well, it's soft– yeah."

Nyx smiled a little bit, and ran a finger down the smooth metal of his legs. "Before this, if I wanted to feel anything, I had to take off my shirt and use my torso, or the right side of my face." he remarked slowly. "Now…"

Jude hid a frown at Nyx's words, no one should have to live like that. He'd been hidden away for all his life, without a family, without any contact with the real world. "…You don't gotta live like that anymore." Jude said, finishing Nyx's sentence. He wished he could finish all his sentences, and know him that well– that he could smile at the fact that he knew what Nyx would say next.

Nyx shrugged slightly, glancing over at Jude. "But I still have to hide." he replied after a moment. He clenched his fists for a moment. "I still…I could still kill someone with just one hand." he shook his head a little.

"But you don't have to…" Jude said softly, taking Nyx's balled hand and slowly undoing it, relaxing his fingers,
"..So you don't have to think about it." His thoughts strayed to what one hand of his could do to him– pull my hair and push me into a kiss, pull my shirt collar and push me into a kiss, push me against a wall and…

Nyx looked down at where Jude's hand rested against his, then at Jude again. "But I might on accident. Maybe not kill someone, but if I squeeze too hard, I could…I could break bone without meaning to. And that's not…that's not natural. You can't do that. Normal people can't do that."

"-Well," Jude shrugged, tilting his head to the side, "not usually." He smiled playfully, "Maybe you could be a street fighter." Jude thought back to his high school days filled with skateboarding and catching the mid-day ferry to get high with their friends down in the Bronx. Those days were blotted with the memories of basketball, roaming around town and street fights, always betting on Randall– the toughest of them.

Nyx gave him a deadpan look. "Yes, that sounds smart. This skin will tear off, and then where will I be?" he cocked his head at Jude, raising his eyebrows.

"I am joking." Jude nodded with a lazy smile, "Joking." He said, suddenly feeling an urge to get up and do something. Jude turned to the printer, still 'cooling down' before it could take on another project. His gaze flickered back to Nyx, "Wanna go do something?" He sighed.

"Like what?" Nyx replied, looking up at Jude curiously. "What would we do?"

" I don't know," Jude said as he abandoned Nyx's hand and picked up his computer from where it was charging. "We need to get a couch in here…Okay, so," He said, putting the laptop down in front of Nyx and taking the list of things to see too. "Let's look on the list…What do you wanna know about?" He asked, flipping to the pages he'd filled of movie titles, mostly, and other things.

Nyx looked at the pages, blinking slowly. "Oh. I er…" he cocked his head curiously. "I don't…I don't know." he replied slowly, squinting a little bit. "You choose." he bit his lower lip, shaking his head slightly.

"Hm." Jude sounded as his gaze landed on 'The Met.' "That might be fun." He nodded, tapping the word excitedly, "Yeah– The Metropolitan Museum of Art. I think you'll like it– but maybe you should look at a few more artists before we go."

Nyx nodded a little. "Alright. I also…I need pants." he looked down at his legs. "If I'm going to be in public, I can't be in these shorts the whole time." he bit his lip a little bit.

Jude nodded, "I have just the thing–I" He nodded again, chuckling softly, "It's in my car, I'll be back." He headed for the door, knowing exactly where the box was. A box sat in the trunk of his car from a few weeks back with an outfit from Le Chateau, a gift from his uncle. It wasn't his style, but it was definitely a quality set.

Nyx nodded a little. "Alright." He waited for Jue to come back, still tracing his fingers over his arms and legs and the floor, feeling everything he could. Because now he could feel it.

Jude presented Nyx with the box, waiting to see his reaction of the cashmere sweater and midnight gray slacks. Nothing like Jude's colourful and oversized sweater and ripped jeans. "Eh? What do you think?" He smiled.