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Post by tarquin finley ellis on Oct 25, 2012 0:35:06 GMT -5
He blinked, and the clouds were back over his eyes. He simply nods. "Alright." A sort of odd response to 'what?' but it's all that Quinn needs. He doesn't press for more, doesn't ask again. He pushes it to the back of his mind and just stares at Connor for a few minutes, stroking the wing feathers at the frustrated look in the male's eyes. Connor needs calm right now, after what had happened and all. Quinn can't really give that in these moments, not with his own turmoil going on.
He pulls away and fixes the blankets around the male, and leans to place a lingering kiss at Connor's forehead. Then he's up, grabbing his mp3 player and another shirt. Quickly putting that on, he looked back at Connor, inhaled; then turned and left the room, the dorm itself. Quinn figured that Connor would leave when he could, but he figured he could send someone after the male later if Connor wasn't gone after some time. |
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connor crayze sykes
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Wings.
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls...?[RS:1]
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Post by connor crayze sykes on Oct 25, 2012 0:42:38 GMT -5
Connor swallowed. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, watching Quonn move about. Eyes closed at the kiss on his forehead before he curled up beneath the blanket. He heard the door close, and then the tears fell as the silence of the room enveloped him. His sobs were nothing but silent, choked breaths, curling in the lingering warmth where Quinn had been. And eventually his exhaustion and tears drove him back into sleep. But he tossed and turned and gasped the entire time.
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