it's just beneath the skin | Connor & Alexius

[tarquin finley ellis]

It had been quite a day already. Things had been set in motion, and yes there was stuff Quinn was still waiting to hear back on. All in good time. At least a few things were in order, and this was pleasing to him. After rolling out of Connor's bed he had gone off to an appointment. One of the doctors seemed to be a sidelined tattoo artist, and that had interested Quinn the moment he'd heard it. The other doctor he'd killed -- the one this had replaced -- seemed like way too good of a deal. No, Quinn has no idea of the links here, none at all. He can't know everything, so it never crosses his mind how warped it might be. Doesn't even matter. The morning had come and Quinn had settled in a chair to be inked. His upper left arm was going splendidly, and hours later his chest had ink sprawled over it.

Quinn felt quite pleased with the results, and he'd gotten a few more things out of the way in the hour he had to keep the bandages on. They were still on when he went to go to Connor's dorm as promised to spend time with the male, though he certainly didn't plan to stay in the room. There was a shirt on over the bandages so they wouldn't be seen just yet; Quinn's mind darting through a dozen different things as he wanders through the mutation ward and finally ends up at Connor's door, tapping twice before opening the door and strolling right in as if he owns the place. "So, movie time, how's that? I've got it all set up for you to pick something to watch, and some popcorn to throw in... Feeling like being lazy and laying around watching the tv. Come keep me company?" He's not exactly asking, but he lets it sound that way as a curtesy anyway.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor had spent most his day being lazy since he had nothing better to do. He'd thought about trying to get up and go see Perseus, since he could at least stand a little the past few days, even if he was only able to keep down half of what he ate. Instead, Connor had taken today to work himself up to just past even on the dwindling bit of meth he had. He wanted more of the buzz he had going though.. His addictions were far too much and it was driving him crazy that he couldn't get himself flying until he found somebody to supply him. Or at least get someone from the outside to sneak in parts of his stash.

Either way, a buzz had him curled up on his bed staring at the wall when Quinn showed up and he raised his head. The words sounded as if it had already been planned he come with, and not just a curious question. Connor didn't dare say no, knew either way, Quinn was healthier and currently far stronger, and he would end up there either way. So instead he nodded, rubbing at his face, then his arm, and slipping the needle on his bed underneath his pillow discreetly as he sat up, wings sprawling. "S-sure.."

[tarquin finley ellis]

He had barely glanced at Connor before he'd started to speak, though he did quirk an eyebrow at the way the male was staring at the wall. Yeah, he supposed a movie day would be the best bet today, since Connor seemed to be already doing the lazy thing anyway. That worked for him. Quinn's eyes darted around the room to find the wheelchair he'd snatched for the male as Connor sat up; not noticing the needle as it was hidden under a pillow. Quinn hadn't been looking hard anyway. At the response, he walked over with a little smile and lifted the male up, moving to settle Connor in the wheelchair. Today wasn't the best day to carry much of anything to his chest. Not that the bandaged tattoo hurt him, but he didn't want the ink messed with. Though by now it should be fine.

Making sure Connor's wings were all situated, Quinn started off out of the room with the male, wheeling him along towards the manipulation ward with a steady slowness. There were things still dashing about his mind as he went along, and once at his dorm, he opened the door, pushed the wheelchair in and closed it, setting the wheelchair a little out of the way. Quinn liked his room neat and clean; everything in it's place. And it was spotless right now, nothing out of place save for the lacey black panties dangling from one of his bedposts. Honestly, Quinn didn't know precisely what he was expected to do with female undergarments in the first place, so there they were. There was also a bag at the side of the bed, and Quinn carried Connor over to it and set the male down.

And then he's already wrangling with the shirt Connor's got on, but his intentions aren't to have the male bare, nope. Instead, he pulls a shirt out of the bag at the side of the bed, moving to put it on Connor. It was an interesting idea he'd had, custom ordering ones that would fit the male, and with slits to fit wings in the back. There were those little metal fittings on each side of the cuts on the back, and they were there to lace up under the wings so the cloth wouldn't tear. Once he was done lacing it all up, he stood back to look. "Not bad." He murmured, simply handing the bag to Connor to look through. There were a dozen or so shirts like that there. Quinn had figured the male didn't have many good shirts to begin with, and this solved the wing problem. Then he set about getting the popcorn ready, handing the remote to Connor.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor scowled as he was helped into the wheelchair, and he drew a foot up under himself quietly, keeping his eyes cast down as Quinn started towards the manipulation ward. He was naturally quieter on a meth buzz, since his thoughts remained a jumble of just that, thoughts. So he didn't say anything except to thank Quinn once he was helped to the other male's bed inside his dorm.

Connor swallowed as his shirt was worked off, automatic instinct having him assuming he had been tricked into forced sex. But instead, another, nicer shirt was worked into place. He waited as Quinn laced up the back, and did his best to glance over a winged shoulder before looking through the bag, surprised Quinn would even go about thinking to get him shirts.
The remote was handed over and Connor coughed huskily. "What y-you wanna watch?" He questioned, preferring ask instead of assume.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It was all very quiet, but that was just fine with Quinn, since it was a little easier to deal with Connor's company when the male wasn't mangling Quinn's mind with conflicting words. And still Quinn was drawn to being near Connor anyway. There wasn't a whole lot to say right now, as Quinn was keeping more to himself these days as far as what he was thinking or doing. He hadn't even let them bring Veronika to Chaspel Heights, no matter what arguement Makism placed before him on the borzoi's behalf. She was better off somewhere else, and Quinn couldn't very well stop feeling things if there was a dog involved. He'd loved the animal, and thus no longer wanted her near him. It was that simple.

Quinn had noted the reaction from Connor when he'd taken the first shirt off, but there was no comment to that while he worked on getting the other one settled on the male. He'd actually set off to have the shirts ordered the day he had borrowed one of Connor's -- and the male wasn't getting it back, either -- so it was good to have them here already. Connor did need new ones pretty bad by the look of the set the male had brought, so it was easy enough for Quinn to decide on the action to take. And now with that all taken care of and the popcorn popping away in the microwave, he glanced back at the question. "I don't really care. Nothing with too much fighting in it though; I tend to find myself unable to help bitching at the tv..." He smirked, somewhat amused at himself over the confession.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded and began to flip through the movie channels quietly as he shifted his weight. Wings fluttered and stretched and he yawned softly before coughing into his arm again and finally settling on a random movie.
Leaning back, he glanced towards Quinn with slightly glazed eyes, chewing on his lip ring before eyeing the tv again and turning the volume up, then pulling a blanket close. He knew once Quinn climbed into the bed, he probably wouldn't need it. But for now, the warmth was comforting on his usually cool or feverish body.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Another day, another visit from his supplier. Ace had been getting those visits all the more frequently. The thing about the girl that came was that she was his link to the outside. They'd been friends for a long time, for as long as he'd been a part of the dance company. It was Dacia that he clung to now as time went on, waiting fro scraps or shreds of news. Honestly, with the exchange of drugs and cash came the exchange of gossip. This trip had been a surprise, the news coming to Alexius that a couple was hearing wedding bells-- he could still be excited about that one, right? He'd been able to put Quinn's order in as well, and it looked like it was time to hand deliver.

The young man was still wearing his pajamas, a pair of baggy flannel pants that hung lazily about his hips and a tight black t-shirt that proclaimed the Denver Dance Co. was hell on wheels, as he made his way from the visitor's center to the man's room. He knocks impatiently at the door, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "C'mmon sweet cheeks, open up. Got a surprise visit today." He paces slightly... Ace was never one for standing still.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He grabbed a bowl for the popcorn, listening idly to the sounds of Connor moving about and the tv as channels were flipped through. Returning to the microwave after it started beeping, he pulled the bag out and opened it, leaning away from the steam. Pouring the contents of the bag into the bowl and grabbing a few napkins, he returned to the bed with it; handing the bowl of popcorn over to Connor before settling in alongside the male, fingers starting to trail over a wing as he peered at the tv, trying to figure out what they were watching. Not that it mattered too much to Quinn.

But the bandages under his shirt were starting to itch, and this caused a sigh from him and he rolled away, stripping off his shirt and starting to peel away the bandages. Quinn was admiring the ink when the impatient knocking to his door occurred. He glanced up with a little frown, but at the sound of Lexi's voice he rolled his eyes and strolled to the door, opening it up. "Do not call me that. Ever." He grumped as he looked at Lexi. Quinn wasn't the most pleased about this surprise visit, but only for the fact that Connor was here and now it was going to be obvious where he was getting drugs from. Still, Quinn stepped aside to let Lexi in; going over to his desk to grab an envelope with the money for the drugs in it.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor took the bowl and popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth, relaxing at the touch over his wings. He curled up close to Quinn, head finding his shoulder absently, simply for reason to be close to somebody.

He jumped however, muscles tensing at the sudden knock on the door, and lifted his head when Quinn got up again. Hazy blue eyes watched the new male warily as he entered the room. He watched Quinn head to the desk, and it struck him exactly what was going on at the moment. He had made plenty of his own deals, on both sides. Connor coughed huskily again, not uttering a word until he knew for sure what was going on. One thing he knew was it heightened his want all that much more.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

The young man, tall dark and handsome until he stood beside Quinn (thus becoming about a foot shorter-- six feet doesn't look that large when someone more than half a foot taller stands beside you), waltzes in, ducking around the Irishman with the hot temper. His chuckle is light, eyes ablaze as he meets the lanky creature at the desk. "Oh lighten up." It's all the man can to to refrain from reaching out to muss Quinn's hair. There are somethings that he hates, certain things that can go without saying ever so easily.

"Ah, you've got company. He's cute." The man comments offhandedly, pulling Quinn's usual order from the waistband of his pants. "Got what you wanted specially too... and I wound up with more blow than usual. I think Dace knows." The man shrugs, grabbing the half smoked joint from behind his ear. What the young man failed to remember was that he was out of matches. "Any chance I can bum a light?" he rocks back on the heels of his slippers, scrubbing a hand through his bedhead.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It was quite relaxing to have Connor curled up close, and it made touching over the wings easier, less of a reach. And then there was the warmth he figured that the male was seeking, which was understandable. He grabbed some popcorn as he eyed the tv in those moments before Connor jumped at the knock at the door. But now with Lexi here and knowing what a surprise visit meant, Quinn wasn't going to make the drug dealer go away. If there were drugs to be had, he might as well have them. It was a bit early though, wasn't it? He didn't have today marked down on his calendar... Oh well. He couldn't be that picky, could he?

His gaze follows Lexi's movements for a moment, but he's shuffling through the bills in the envelope a second later to count out exactly what the usual would cost, as he paid in advance for the E already. He makes no comment at the words to lighten up, but when Lexi mentions Connor, Quinn's eyes shift to the winged male. "Mm, fucking adorable." He murmurs absently, handing over the money for the drugs, an eyebrow raised at what Lexi says next. "Knows?" There's a wry smirk on his lips; questioning over what the female knew. At the request for a light, Quinn simply plucks the joint from Lexi, puts it between his lips and lights it, inhaling it and handing it back. He looked back over at Connor. "Connor, this is Alexius. Lexi, Connor." There, introductions all taken care of.

[connor crayze sykes]

'Fucking adorable.' Connor smiled faintly at that, watching the two males. It was a little intimidating, with how much weaker he was right now. Connor could remember his nights in drug deals or hanging with gang members on the streets, or sleeping in the junkyard. He wanted that back, better than this..wasn't it? Maybe not.
Either way, one would have to be damn blind to not know Connor was a stoner at first glance.

"H-hey.." He mumbled at the introduction, usual stutter following. Stoner meant hardcore to him. Dealing with the monster, glass in your veins... Yeah. He'd stared death in the eye far too many times, was far too comfortable on the verge of any overdose. Connor didn't have limits when it came to drugs. They were what he had lived and breathed for awhile now.
And a new door may have just been opened up.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

The man shifts, shrugs. His eyes flick to Quinn, a certain glimmer hanging there. "Knows we got the best fucking market anyone has ever seen right here in these gates." The man rocks on his heels once more, trying to smooth out a cowlick. He takes the money, slipping it into his waistband with a grin. He was doing rather well, even with the fact he'd been hoarding his favorites. "Ace, if you'd rather, seeing as I would." The Greek man hip checks Quinn softly, grabbing the joint back and propping it between his lips.

He takes a long drag, waiting for the first washes of the drug to take effect before speaking. "Any dreams I can make come true, pup?" His dark eyes graze over the winged creature that was curled up on the bed. His eyes sparkle, quite literally, the color shifting to be somewhere around the shade of a dark red wine.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn just rolls his eyes at the explination, but he can't deny the fact that it's probably very true. It wasn't like the inhabitants could do much else in this place to escape the reality of the situations they found themselves in. Ways to numb the pain. Drugs worked out in that way. It was a good idea for sure. When Lexi points out that he'd rather be called Ace, Quinn just smirks. He wasn't going to stop with the nickname he'd given the male. It suited him well, in Quinn's opinion. He doesn't mind the hip check, just going back over the order he has, setting the different drugs in the little boxes he had to sort them with in his desk. Everything in it's proper place.

He was aware that he'd let a venomous snake into his den, considering the fact that Connor was going to want drugs from Lexi. It was only a matter of time. Not much, either, when Quinn heard Lexi's words to Connor. A low, displeased growl vibrated in the back of his throat, but Quinn wasn't going to stop Connor from getting drugs. However, he does have something to say over the whole thing, just because he's not perfectly sure on the winged male's financial situation. "Whatever your dealings, you aren't permitted to touch him, Lexi." His voice is lethal, serious.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor looked up, blue eyes glimmering with a hunger, a need. His stash had dwindled far too much and he couldn't help but wonder if this guy had limits.
And then Quinn intervened and Connor bit his lip. When he was short on money he had always sold himself. It was a reason the hepatitis had originally come around before he got onto a treatment plan instead of letting it tear apart his liver. Not that he probably had much of one left.

Connor looked away from Quinn again, aware of how protective he was, that he was pretty but Quinn's property. Especially in his own dorm room. A shift of weight. Shoot or snort, didn't matter. In Connor's eyes, he needed it, even if in reality it would have him using to a dangerous constant again. Always high or crashing. That had been the only way to deal with his father and his sickness. "Y-you can get your hands on crystal?" Pristine, expensive. He wasn't worried. If the guy could get him some strong glass meth, he was golden.