forum I Am Not As Fine As I Seem (OPEN)

Started July 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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He takes her hand gratefully and sits, more like falls onto the couch. He takes the glass of water and the medicine. "Thanks, and yes please." He nods in thanks.

Nova enters his room and realized that she's never really been inside of it before. She looked around at how it was organized, and neat. Well, neater than hers. She quickly shook the thoughts away before remembering what she was here for. "Where's your patch again?!" She yelled through the house, forgetting to ask him that before.

"Bedside!" He replies, leaning back. He shuts his eyes, sighing quietly. The nausea had seemed to have left him, leaving him with a disgusting taste in his mouth. He downs the water and the medicine quickly before looking outside.

Nova looks over across his bed and sees the plain eye patch just sitting there. She grabs it before making her way back to the couch. She then placed it next to him before going to the den.

He takes the eyepatch gratefully before placing it over his burned eye, giving a sigh of relief at the old feeling of the simple, silk line across his face. He leans back and shuts his eye, tired and sleepy.

Damien put an arm around Thomas as the bus drove down the street. He wasn't sure if it would lead back to their building, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Every few seconds he would glance at Thomas to make sure he was doing okay.

“Damien, thank you for saving me,” Thomas whispered as he fed off Damien’s warmth. If Damien hadn’t been there… Thomas shivered and shrunk, trying to take up as little of space as possible.

"It was nothing. You don't have to thank me, I was just doing the right thing." He replied, using the arm wrapped around Thomas's shoulder to rub his arm.

Thomas sat for a few moments of silence, staring out the window before he looked up at Damien and mumbled, “I wish I wouldn’t have wasted my time memorizing the choreography…” Because Thomas -as much as he really wanted to do the play- couldn’t ever be near Lillia again.

"It wasn't a waste of time. You were doing something you really wanted to do. It's not your fault that some jerk decided to ruin it for you." Damien explained, looking back at Thomas. "Besides, if you hadn't learned the photography we never would have danced together and…" He found himself trailing off, his face turning pink.

Thomas blushed a little bit, but his lips curled upwards slightly, “I- I’m glad I learned it for that. It was- It was really nice.” A little warm feeling in his chest turned on, like an ember became a flame. He curled his toes within his shoes, the small smile growing as he stared at Damien’s face.

Damien grinned, not able to pull his gaze away from Thomas. The butterflies had returned to his stomach, and it felt like they were having a rave party inside him. "Yeah…me too."

“We should dance more often,” Thomas mumbled, but he was already snuggling closer underneath Damien’s warm arm. The bus was coming to a halt, a block away from their stop.

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Damien stood up as the bus stopped, reading the street sign to make sure that this was their stop. He made sure Thomas was following him before he stepped on to the sidewalk.

Thomas quickly followed, keeping his head low as he walked towards their building. He slipped inside, holding open the door for Damien as he asked quietly, “Can we, um, not tell the others about what happened?” Thomas didn’t want to retell the story again, he didn’t want to relive it.

Damien nodded. "Absolutely." He thanked Thomas as he walked inside the apartment.

Antoine was asleep on the couch, his eyepatch slipping slowly off his eyes. He shifts in his sleep, appearing to have a nightmare.

Nova moves from the couch when she sees Antoine moving around in his sleep. She gently shakes him awake and when she does, the eye patch completely slips off his face. She doesn't gasp when she sees the burned ankh on his eye. She quickly places it back on before he awakens and sits back on the couch, her hand over her mouth in shock.

Thomas shyly walked into their apartment, chewing his lip. He wished no one would ask him about how the audition had been, but that was a little far fetched hope. He took a deep breath, and tried to bring up a confident voice, “Uh, hey, we’re back.”

Antoine slowly wakes up. "Wh-what?" He mumbles and shifts, officially waking up when the others entered the apartment. "Hey." He answers looking at the others, rubbing his eye. "What's up? Did you make the auditions?"

Nova turns to face the door when she saw Thomas and Damien walk into the house. "Yea, how was it?" She asked while getting up to make something for lunch.

Antoine runs a finger along the line of his eyepatch to adjust it. It felt a little odd. He shrugs and quickly adjusts it without flashing the ankh.