[AUREO] meet me at midnight

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor coughed softly, curled up on the sofa in the lounge of the mutation ward, dark charcoal wings pulled close. He was still learning to use the things, annoyed with them, pissed that these people had the audacity to test such things. Stitches around them where incisions had been made so they didn't break his back when they'd been released were still healing. He held his cup of coffee close, had had Deacon get him some before he'd left for work in the morgue. There was nothing interesting on, but Connor was simply reveling in his chance to be alone. His thin stomach growled, twisting and begging for food he wouldn't give it. Not after actually eating dinner last night and sitting over the toilet until four in the morning. He yawned softly, trembling fingers running along the scars of old cuts and slices up his other, half paralyzed right arm.

[aureolin rafiel lyrian]

Aureolin was ashamed of himself. 

Fresh scars covered the underside of his arms, his chocolate irises staring at the blood as it ran down his arm as if it were alive, creeping to his neck, ready to slit the vein that gave him life. He honestly didn't know if he would care anymore. The medicine they had him on was like a dream pill. He felt nothing. Anger, sympathy, empathy, nothing. Simply nothing. It was a gift for the short hour it worked. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't screaming at the doctors and nurses, or in hysterics with tears. He simply... Was. 


Aureolin stepped slowly into the room, a few white feathers fluttering to the ground. He had dyed his hair once more, the blond locks creating a veil over his chocolate irises. Blood ran from his wrist, collecting into a perfectly red orb at his fingers, before plummeting to the ground. But the angelic boy's gaze was not on his seeping body fluid. No, he was frozen in spot, wide-eyed gaze on... The other boy in the room. Wings. He wasn't... Alone in this horrid hell of a hospital? He was tempted to step forward, say something, anything, but he did nothing. The flicker of surprise was hardly enough to pierce the wall of nothingness the drugs gave him.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shifted his weight on the couch, tensing at the sound of footsteps. Living with so much abuse from his father, he had adapted rapidly to being aware of footsteps coming up behind him. Blue eyes opened and he lifted his head off of the arm of the sofa, peering over it. He relaxed. The guy looked a little older than himself, but was bleeding, white wings trailing behind him. "Y-you okay?" He asked somewhat blatantly. Of course he wasn't, Connor himself hated hearing that question. When you were terminally ill, it was like asking 'are you immortal?' He frowned, sitting up a little more, wary now.

[aureolin rafiel lyrian]

It took a few moments for the older of the two to actually click. He had been so surprised by the black feathers, it hadn't occurred to him that he was being spoken to. "Ah?" he tilted his head, before finally realizing the wetness running down his arm. The blonde blinked, and nodded slowly. "Oh- Ye-yes, I'm fine..." he whispered. Aureolin's voice was soft, his lilting accent weaving it's way through each word. He swallowed the lump in his throat, because, really, it did hurt. He could feel pain. Looking back to the younger with hesitation, he held his arm in front of him, trying to staunch the bleeding. "Could you.. Show me where the bathroom is?" he asked timidly, "I-I apologize for bothering you..."

[connor crayze sykes]

Eyes scanned the other slowly, still lacking trust, some part of his human feelings having faded after the death of his mom and brother, after the start of abuse. But he was drawn to the gentle nature of the male, realized, just by looking at the wings, the cuts on his arm, the timid voice, that he could relate. He got up slowly, nerve damage and other damage done by heavy drug using having impaired his balance, speech, and proper function of his right lower arm. As soon a she was steady, he nodded his head in notion to follow and started towards the boys bathroom just outside the lounge of this particular ward. He'd never had to have been moved from his originaly room a few doors down from the coroner where the staff ward started. Something had gone wrong, mutated, and he'd grown wings, nearly dying in the process.

[aureolin rafiel lyrian]

The boy watched the other with sorrowful curiosity. How had this once come about? Had they strapped him to the frigid metal table as well, and had him screaming in agony as they prodded him with so many needles. They had cut into him before the sedative fully lost him in the pleasant world of nothingness. Watching the blackwing, Aureolin almost reached out to help stabilize him- he knew just how off balance he, himself, had been after the surgery. It had taken months to correct that factor. 

Once inside the bathroom, he gave his thanks, and rolled up his sleeve. His white overshirt was bright red at the sleeve. He hadn't meant to cut that deep. The tear stains on his cheek swere obvious with the light now shining on his pale face. The boy took a wash cloth with a shaking hand and wet it, his movements unsteady, uncoordinated. His face scrunched up as he covered his fresh wounds, the stinging sending a wave of discomfort through him. Aureolin let out a staggered breath, forcing himself to relax as he wiped tediously at the fresh cuts.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor followed him in quietly. He wasn't one to be friendly to other people usually, cold and sadistic. But something here was different. He needed a friend that could relate to him. Approaching the guy, watching him quietly, he gently took his arm with his own thin and scarred hands and raised it up some. "It h-helps slow the bleeding," He murmured softly. He felt ashamed that he was so experienced in stopping cuts from bleeding out too terribly. He'd spent a terrible amount of nights in a haze of blood and drugs, booze. It wasn't anything new to him. Gently applying pressure with trembling hands, he bit his lip.

[aureolin rafiel lyrian]

"O-Oh--" Aureolin gave a short little pose of surprise. He hadn't expected anyone to touch him. His muscles clearly tensed. No one had touched him kindly in a long time... As he realized the other was only trying to help... Help. That word was everywhere. This place helped, it was supposed to say. It didn't. Aureolin slowly relaxed, nodding subtly to the younger, though still in the midst of fear. His legs were shaking so badly he felt terribly disoriented. Dizzied by his cutting, the winged boy closed his eyes, letting the other hold up his arm as he held the towel to it. A single tear had rolled down his cheek.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Here..." Connor guided him to the wall and helped him sit down on the floor before sitting next to him. Several rugged coughs shook his thin shoulders as he gently wrapped the towel a little tighter, propping the male's arm on his own bony knee so it was still elevated. "J-just..deep breaths.." He murmured, chewing on his lip ring stressfully.

[aureolin rafiel lyrian]

It was like he was in a dream. Being helped, being touched... It all felt so nice. Aureolin had been confined so long, everything seemed too good to be true... He unknowingly rested his head against Connor's shoulder as they sat, the dark circles under his eyes enough to explain why. Within a few minutes, his bleeding had stopped, leaving only little red lines that crisscrossed his arm, joining the many other, fainter marks. His arm was like a kitten's scratching post, there were so many scars. Aureolin let out a shaky breath, apologizing once more in what could hardly be called a whisper.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor never said a word in return, trying to stay relaxed with the head on his shoulder. He did fairly well however, not exactly worried that the guy would do anything to him. His own eyes closed in exhaustion, body lacking the boost it needed to make it even a day without needing rest. Hand relaxing around the arm of the older male, he let out a soft breath.

[aureolin rafiel lyrian]

The boy Had nearly fallen asleep on the younger when he jolted himself awake, blinking open those rich brown eyes and raising his head. He gently removed the towel from his arm and set it aside, trying to avoid looking at them. Aureolin slowly took his arm from the other's knee and looked at him. He looked so worn... Had he gone through the same tests? The same agonizing treatment of needles and drugs? Aureolin had smoked before. He still did occasionally, a well hidden bong always finding its way to his pocket on those rare occasions he went outside. "Thank you." he said quietly. Despite never meeting this other, he felt an odd kinship. They were both winged, one white, one black. They both were in hell. 

Aureolin rose up on shaky legs, hands spreading against the wall for balance. "I'm Aureolin." he whispered. Everything he said was like a whisper. A soft aria, broken and crippled. 

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor rubbed at his face, trying to clear his as usual bothersome throat. "Welcome," He mumbled, watching the older male get up. He wasn't used to being thanked, or of helping others. Standing slowly so he wouldn't topple with the initial lack of balance, he offered the other boy a weak smile. "C-Connor," He stammered softly, annoyed with the stutter lacing his words. He leans against the wall some, plucking a feather from his wing with a wince. He was amazed he could even feel it.

[aureolin rafiel lyrian]

Aureolin looked pale- very pale. The dripping red towel on the floor explained it. But he was still terribly pale, and dizzy. The blonde let out a breath, sliding back down To a sitting position. He put his head inbetween his knees, like how he was taught if he were going to pass out. His own cell was a quite a ways- he was too "unstable" to keep in a room unless another accompanied him. Now that he could fly, he was immediately labeled a "threat." though Aureolin was never a threat. He just wanted to go home. "M-May I-I lay do-down somewhere?" he asked in a small voice. He really did feel tired enough to just lay on the floor, but...

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched him, hesitant, then nodded. He pulled Aureolin up gently, grunting with the strain on his thin body as he pulled one of the male's arms around his scrawny shoulders. He led him gently out of the bathroom, debating. He could put him on the couch and finish his show, or he could take him to his room. He decided on the latter of the two, needed to take his medication anyway. They weren't even monitoring it, like they could care less that he was terminally ill.

Starting towards his room, he opened the door and sat the guy down gently on his bed before offering him the blankets there. Taking a seat on the floor, he pulled a water from his mini fridge and twisted off the cap before grabbing his medication bottle and tapping two pills into his palm, swallowing them with a mouthful of water.