forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Just trust me, Thatcher," Leon replied. He gently grabbed one of Thatcher's hand and held it with both of his, glancing at him.

Thatcher looked down at Leon, and for what he believed to be the first time in a long time, there was fear in his icy blue irises. He wasn’t fearful for himself, but fearful for Leon. “I.. okay..”

Leon smiled slightly and kissed his forehead. "Thank you," He mumbled. It was obvious that Leon was trying to appear strong and stuff, but his purple eyes were shining with fear and worry, which didn't help at all.

Thatcher gently caressed Leon’s cheek before picking the other up again. “Let’s go back to your home, where you can be safe.”

Leon quickly glanced at Thatcher when he caressed his cheek, making the smile on his broaden slightly. He yelped in surprise again and held onto Thatcher tightly. "Okay then," He mumbled.

After a bit longer of walking, Thatcher got back to Leon’s home. Nike was waiting by the front door, and she perked when she saw them approaching. Blood still dripped from her jaws.

Leon had shut his eyes for a few moments but ended up falling asleep, since yes. His hair fell into face, hiding his face as he rested on Thatcher.

Thatcher carried the other inside. He noticed that Leon was asleep, so he brought him to his bedroom.

Leon kept sleeping, his breathing even as he rested on Thatcher. He let out a small sound when Thatcher stepped inside since it became a bit colder.

Thatcher carefully laid Leon down onto his bed. He covered the other with the sheets and blankets before wondering if he should stay and get in bed with Leon, or check on Nike first.

Leon shifted around a bit and quickly disappeared under the sheets and blankets, pulling the blankets over his head. The reason he had fallen asleep was because he usually had no sleep whatsoever and it was starting to seriously effect him.

Thatcher decided that he would just check on Nike later. He kicked his shoes off and climbed onto the bed. He got under the sheets behind Leon, and after laying down, he wrapped his arms around the other.

Leon immediately clung onto Thatcher and buried his face in his chest since he was warm. He usually became very clingy when he was sleepy or asleep.

Thatcher held Leon close to his chest. He tilted his head to press a kiss to the top of Leon’s head. As he laid there, he began to think over what had happened. What he had done. He would be punished, punished severely for what he had done.

Leon cuddled into Thatcher, trying to get as close to him as possible since he was warm. He was thinking of what was going to happen to Thatcher, were they going to kill him? punish him? not make him a reaper anymore?

The word would most likely get out by the next day about what Thatcher had done. He expected that he would be called to the high court for a brief trial, before he would be sentenced.

Leon kept thinking of what was going to happen to Thatcher, making him more and more worried. Would they even let him explain why he killed a man?

Thatcher released a soft sigh. He didn’t want to think about that stress inducing topic anymore at the moment. He shifted a bit to get ore comfortable, his arms a bit more firm around Leon in a protective manner.

Leon also wrapped his arms around Thatcher, tugging him a bit closer. He dismissed his thoughts about what was going to happen to Thatcher aside and instead tried to think about other things.

(Okay)

It was the next morning, and though Thatcher hadn’t slept, he hadn’t left bed. Or looked at his slip of paper that would tell him his fate, even.

Leon stirred a little bit when he felt like it was morning or something like that. He managed to open one eye after a few minutes and glanced at Thatcher. "Morning," He mumbled, shifting around as he slowly got into a sitting position. He always hated mornings and was a bit grumpy during mornings.

Thatcher glanced over at Leon when he heard the other beginning to wake up. “Good morning,” he responded lowly. He stayed laying down, and when the other sat up, he still stayed but wrapped his arms around the others waist. He pressed his lips to the skin on Leon’s side where his shirt would have ridden up.

Leon blushed slightly but didn't say anything. "How long have I been asleep for?" He asked, glancing at Thatcher as he kept blushing, his face gradually becoming redder and redder.