[ASHLEY] mistaken

[connor crayze sykes]

"-I said do you understand me?"
Connor swallowed, staring at Doctor Chaspel himself. "Yes.." He mumbled, coughing huskily. No, it wasn't common someone got in trouble enough to be forced to board with another patient. Especially one from a different ward. But after DeCon had prevented him from suicide in the morgue, Connor had been caught stealing morphine and sedatives to off himself in the bathroom. He had been commited, and now tha he was out of the restraint room, forced to room with an 'uncapable' patient in order to learn better 'life skills'. Connor flipped the guy off, watching him go before sitting down on his bed again and taking his medication. The kid's name, Ashley, rang a bell.

He huffed softly, tugging several feathers froma dark wing with a grimace before overturning his stitched arms, studying a fresh slice from a razor just to the side of the stitches on his right arm. None of it helped anymore. He was never numb enough. He'd lost everything and now he didn't even have a fucking room to sleep in by himself.

[ashley drewby muse]

Ashley didn't like being by himself, in fact no one in the place liked him being by himself. Often staff members were forced sedate the small boy in the middle of the night to stop him from overloading all the lights in the building. He hadn't yet reached the electric fence but none of them wanted to take the chance that his ability would become more powerful than the others had. Most of his increased power was due to that it was in his alternate personality, meaning it wasn't directly his responsibility. But today they had finally solved the problem of Ashley's inability to live by himself. The staff was assigning another "student" to his room so they would keep an eye on eachother. Ashley, who never was given any direct rules to follow, was told to keep all sharps away from his new friend. Not like he would listen anyway.

Ashley was busy pushing the second bed towards his, determined that his new roomate would want to sleep beside him so it made sense to make a super bed before he got there. Right, Ashley. Because anyone would want to sleep with you... the voice in his head was cold and unfeeling but it was something he was used to. "Set, be quiet. This one will be nice. You'll see. He'll like me." his voice was rather high pitched for a males, as though he'd never hit puberty. As Ashley shoved the bed to its final position he began picking up the dozens of stuffed ducks littering his room floor, throwing them onto the mega bed that had a matching duck blanket. He was so distracted that at first he hadn't noticed that there was a strange boy at his door until Set suddenly appeared and shot sparks off his body to the metal bars in his door. "Huh? Who's~ OH-HI-THERE! I'm Ashy! Are you my new friend???" he demanded as soon as his eyes spotted what must be his new friend.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor wandered into his room silently, blinking at the second bed pressed to his own. They had moved the kid to the mutation ward simply because he would be easier to monitor if he was the only one with an actual ability. But walking in to your own room to find not only a spazzed out kid there, but a redecorated bed?
"Uh.. H-hey..." He mumbled, setting his medication back on his nightstand and tossing the razor into the drawer. "C-Connor and..I'm supposed to watch y-you.. So calm it hyper ass," He mumbled, tucking his wings close to his back as he closed the door and wandered towards his mini fridge to grab a water.

[ashley drewby muse]

Something about this kid rang a bell in Ashley's memory. The wings, however were a major clue when he finally saw them. The smaller boys entire face lit up with amusement when he realized just how he knew this boy. It was the no-flying boy from the chatroom. "I know you!" he stated obviously before following the boy towards the mini-fridge. When Connor finally stopped moving Ashley started his assault and gently grabbed onto his upper arm, wanting him to stay put while he scanned over the boys wings. "They very pretty. Why you not like them?"[/b] he demanded to know while he slid his fingers across the feather experimentally to make sure they were in fact real.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor had paused to take a swallow of water, flinching fearfully when his arms was grabbed. Out of instinct he winced. Blue eyes flickered warily as he watched the kid, shrugged. "Because I-I was tortured to get th-them," He mumbled, biting his lip. He felt every touch over the wings though, they were a true part of him and it still freaked him out. He waved the kid off so he could actually take a drink of his water, agitated. Why did he have to deal with him? What if he locked himself in the bathroom and slit his throat? Surely the kid couldn't stop that. He ran his fingers over his stitches slowly.

[ashley drewby muse]

Ashley didn't mind being pushed away, it happened often enough that he just started to pretend that it didn't matter and continue on with what he was doing. He ran his fingers through the soft feathers a few more times, wondering why it was that anyone could hurt his new friend like that. Sure they were pretty but hurting people was mean and wrong and shouldn't be done. After a few more strokes he let go and started to stare at his friend, dark gray eyes glancing up and down the boy's body like he was about to attack. Ashley had a collection of his own scars with ranged from ugly burn marks on his chest to a thick, jagged cut on his left cheek that was just dark enough to still show up even after five years had passed. As he friend began to play with his arm Ashley instantly grabbed it once again, staring at the wound marring his friends skin. "Wha happened??? It hurt?? You need band-aid!"[/b]

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor flinched again as one of his stoched arms was grabbed once again. "Ow, fuck," He spat in agitation. "No, I-I'm fine, don't worry." He pulled his arm back, slinking to his bed. Shirts now were such a pain, but he was too ashamed of his body to go without them, began working it off, followed by his jeans. The number of scars on his body was almost scary, as was how thin he was, the jut of every bone. He coughed huskily, groaning as he climbed into his bed and pulled his blankets up, followed by the ones with the duck imprints.

[ashley drewby muse]

Ashley watched the boy slink away, wondering what game he was trying to play. When he started to undress and climb into the bed Ashley couldn't help but from, not sure that he was doing the right thing. "It not bedtime... No sleeping." he mumbled, starting to make his own way to the bed. Well the good news was that his new friend was going to share a bed with him. The bad news? He didn't seem to want to play even the littlest bit. "You hungry? I has poptarts. You like poptarts? I have strawberry and cin-a-min-on." he sounded out the last word carefully, not sure he was saying it right. When the boy continued to lay in the bed Ashley sighed before throwing his whole body onto the bed beside him, starting to crawl under both blankets as well. "C'moooooon" he whined, still trying to untangle the covers so he could get in.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned. "I'm t-tired," He complained. But Connor was always tired, always sick. It was miserable. He grunted, wincing as the guy landed on the bed. "Fuck, hyper ass," He mumbled, lifting the blankets for the guy before curling up on his side of the bed once more. He coughed until he gagged faintly, letting out a shaky breath. Tense and uneasy with another lying next to him. But something told him this kid probably didn't even know what sex was.

[ashley drewby muse]

Ashley paused before slipping under the covers, glancing first at his friend then back at himself. He should probably take off his clothes too, right? He shrugged to himself before slipping out of his shirt then taking a few seconds to struggle out of his pants. Connor and Ashley were built about the same in ways except for height, from being unnaturally thin to the amount of scars on their bodies. He crawled into the blanket headfirst, taking time once underneath to turn himself back around so his poked back out the top. "You look cold." he observed, blinking rapidly to his friends back before going ahead and pressing himself against it. Ashley snuggled his face into the nape of Connor's neck and giggled softly for no reason. It was true Ashley had no idea what sex was, but Set on the other hand had plenty of experience that he had no desire be passed down onto Ashley. The younger boy had no idea about half the things in his past nor would he ever be aware of it if Set ever got his way. Set frowned to himself in Ashley's head, not quite sure it was a smart move to be this vulnerable to a stranger.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor sighed at the body against his wings, the face against his hair and neck. But he was too exhausted to care, didn't feel good. So he just closed his eyes stubbornly, hoping he wasn't making a vulnerable mistake. Eventually exhaustion one over fear and he drifted to sleep. But some time in early morning, barely past midnight his stomach cramped up and he groaned, curling up tight.

He'd tried refusing to eat, but Deacon had persuaded him into a meal and as usual it wasn't sitting well. Soon enough he was stumbling for the bathroom, gettig sick over the toilet.

[ashley drewby muse]

Ashley never slept well. His body had developed the habit out of fear even though his mind was unsure why. Something stirred in the bed and he forced his eyes open, looking around for what it was that had woke him up this time. A hand searched the bed for another, clamping onto the sheets tightly when he felt nothing. Where was he? Ashley looked around the dark room a while longer before he heard the sounds coming from the bathroom. "Roro?..." he called into the dark, tiny blue sparks beginning to race across his skin as he stood up. "Roro is that you..?" he tried again, taking a few hesitant steps towards the bathroom.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned, resting his head against the toilet seat after flushing. He wiped shakily at his lips before getting up to rinse his mouth out, wings trailing on the floor. Finally he left the bathroom. "I'm f-fine, go back to bed," He choked, gagging. He touched his stomach, starting back towards the bed as he rubbed at his face warily, shivering and slipping back under the blankets. All he wanted was a peaceful night of sleep without getting sick...

[ashley drewby muse]

Ashley smiled slightly now that he knew who the mysterious noise maker was and the faint sparks seemed to settle back down into his skin. But the smile slowly decreased as his friend walked to the bed. Normally Ash wasn't one to notice the emotions of others but the signs of sadness in Connor were so evident even he could pick up on them. "Why lie? It's bad..." his voice was softer yet as he followed Connor to the bed, not wanting him to go to sleep until he was happy. The younger boy sat beside the mutant, reaching down to once again play with the soft feathers. "Tell truth?" he asked with a slight fear in his voice that had nothing to do with Connor and everything to do with the darkness in the room.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I j-just don't feel good," Connor slurred, relaxing some at the soothing touch over his wings. "I'm r-really sick.." He curled up a little tighter, absently reaching to take the boy's hand. He really was innocent....
"Get s-some sleep, okay? I'm right h-here." He sighed, eyes closing again tiredly. He really wanted nothing more than to sleep.