like a shadow on the wall | Connor

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn just watched Connor for now, it was all he felt he could do at this point. He was still struggling with the whole thing, the surprise of all that had just -- or almost -- occurred. It was quite a bit, coming from Connor. Not something that Quinn had expected, not even knowing it had been Pride they had shot into the male's veins. It made some kind of twisted sense though, Quinn couldn't deny that truth. And soon enough hands were pulled away from his neck and he flet Connor trying to move away, loosening his grip on the male's hips.

Quinn rolled to his side as Connor curled up, covered with those wings. He reached out, hand running over the feathers for a moment, being silent through these little movements. What was he suppost to say? So he waited, watching as Connor scooped Eve from the floor. And then came the words, and Quinn now had something to say. "What part are you sorry about, exactly?" It's a near sharp inquiry, but he has to know which is was, what made the words come at all.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tensed briefly at the touch over his wings. "Trying to choke y-y-you. I-..I don't kn-now where that c-came from." He shifted his weight, aware neither of them had clothes on at this point as he closed his blue eyes, vulnerable. He could have care less though, in his own eyes thinking Quinn wouldn't dare try and do anything.
He didn't wantto move, anyway. Eve was nice and warm, and he huggdd her even closer than before.

It was confusing, maddening. He sighed, an arm draping off the bed.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He had felt the way Connor tensed up at his touch, but he did not pull away. It was almost natural to have that reaction happen when with the male anyway, and Quinn was starting to disregard it. It was nothing new or different, stroking along those wings. Quinn often found himself doing it idly anyway. When the answer comes, he sighs. He notes the way Connor shifts weight, and although Quinn knows there are no clothes between them at this point, it doesn't make too much of a difference to him. Yes, he's still wanting and that's hard to dismiss, but he has much on his mind right now, too.

Quinn curls to Connor anyway, face ducked to feathers; inhaling evenly. "Do you want me dead? I won't lash out if it's true, but I'd like to know anyway..." The words are calm enough, and he won't really blame Connor for that kind of thought, won't kick him around for it. It bothers him in a few different ways, but that can't be helped.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor did his best to focus on the touch along his wings, easing up the slightest bit. "No," He insisted softly, shaking his head. He stared at the wall in silence after the single word left his lips, reaching out to pick the blade up off the floor, blood smudging his fingers.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Silence. That's all there was while he waited for the answer to his question. He honestly wasn't sure how he felt over the whole thing, though he wasn't too concerned with what Connor might try to do to him. The male was still weaker, and Quinn wasn't afraid. However, it did make him wonder what else Connor might try to do, and Quinn knew he couldn't really keep an eye on the male to make sure he didn't take the wrong step around someone who wouldn't be forgiving. The staff already beat on him, so what would someone else do? Quinn didn't know, but he couldn't keep his mind on it either. He could not hang around, not after the last injection. He simply couldn't deal with that.

Finally the answer came and Quinn was still quiet, wondering why it had been done if that wasn't the case. A show in power? Not that it would be much, considering Quinn could turn it around on the male with little effort. But it was probably best to forget it for now. To think of other things. A frown curled over his lips at the sight of Connor picking up the blade, and he moved to pluck it away. "Can you not do that with Eve sitting so close? Puppies can wiggle..." There was a sigh; he didn't want accidents to happen with a dog involved. Or with Connor, but Quinn couldn't keep the male from trouble, not really.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor scowled as the blade was pulled away, but he didn't say anything. His own fighting with whatever the injections had done to him was giving him a headache, on top of having nothing left in his stash. Honestly he was perfectly content with not moving. Wiping the blood from his fingers, he hugged Eve closer, swallowing and closing his eyes with a grimace. He had taken his last few medication pills, too, and doubted the staff would be wanting to help with that problem right now. They had said they had some on order and left it at that. Minutes later he was rubbing at his face though, in pain.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He saw the scowl, yet all he did was set the blade aside, trying to chase the irritation away. It wasn't really working, though probably because he was still quite aroused on top of that nagging hunger in the pit of his stomach that he was trying very hard to ignore. The longer he went without eating something, the worse it was going to get. Quinn already knew how it went so far, and he also realized it would only be more messed up tomorrow. It was going to be a long night as it was, and Quinn wasn't even sure for how much longer he'd want to be around anyone. He planned on sticking around until the hunger drove him to leaving, yet even that had it's downsides. Such a display had already been seen. No knowing what Connor might do out of the ordinary next.

Quinn did not seem to notice that Connor might be in more pain then normal at this point, he was a little concerned over his own internal struggles and his want to force them from his mind. It didn't help that he wanted to be distracted, either. Because he could shove the hunger aside for the time being, simply because he was itching to finish what Connor had started. Quinn's hand darted around a wing, fingers sliding down the male's side and settling over Connor's hip. Quinn shifted closer, wanting to press against skin; and feathers, since there wasn't much avoiding that. "You weren't going to get me all excited and then leave me hanging, were you?" The words were low, pensive.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew in a breath as Quinn scooted in closer. His head was pounding, but he didn't dare turn Quinn down.
"No," He insisted softly, setting the puppy on the floor. He didn't move much, figuring Quinn would do what he wanted if Connor didn't challenge it. He didn't want to be punished for refusing instead. He coughed huskily, scooting over some for Quinn. He did his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his head.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Had Quinn known about Connor's headache, he would have tried to do something to help it; offered a drug to hold the pain at bay. But Quinn couldn't read minds or feel things from another person, so he was oblivious to what was going on in the male's head. The reply to the question erased the irritation from Quinn's mind, and waited for Connor to set Eve on the floor; watching for a moment more as the male scooted over some. "Decide how you'd prefer to lay..." Quinn suggested evenly, waiting for Connor to figure out what might be more comfortable. Quinn wanted to be close enough to hear the sounds from the male -- not screaming, he wasn't going to be rough -- just.... those little sounds that he couldn't help but like. Once that was all set, Quinn settled into place as things faded to black.

Afterwards, Quinn peppered all available skin within reach on Connor with appreciative kisses, shifting away to stretch out alongside the male, drowsiness overwhelming him quite suddenly. It wasn't long before he was drifitng off to sleep, not really realizing that he was doing it. Another side effect of the injections seeping it's way in and slamming into him hard after such effort.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor did as was suggested, finding the bestway to stay for Quinn. He swallowed, controlling his breaths, hiding his pain. He couldn't help that twinge of fear, grief, as he felt Quinn move into place. If would always be there after what Quinn had done to him before. Connor rarely forgave.

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Connor felt Quinn sprawl beside him, and he kept his face hidden, the tears in his eyes, until he was sure Quinn was asleep. He staggered to his feet and into the bathroom, clutching at his head, his fingers knotting in his hair while he got sick inti the toilet until he was shaking too bad to stand. Connor slid to the cool floor, cheek resting on it as he panted, head pounding almost too hard to think. A wet nose nudged him and he hugged Eve close before passing out from sheer pain and dizziness.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Forgiving. It was an issue they both seemed to have, and there were things on both sides that they hald back from each other along those lines. Quinn doesn't want to forgive Connor for tossing him aside so easily, for all of the confusing words and mixed messages. And Quinn understands why Connor won't forgive him for what he'd done to the male either. He doesn't really expect any of those things from Connor, nor does he try to work for that end. There's no way to just fix what has been broken and Quinn accepts that. It is what it is.

Quinn doesn't know for how long he was asleep, but when he finally woke up, he was ravenous. It didn't even cross his mind that Connor wasn't there near him; he didn't even look for the male before he'd dragged on his pajama pants and was out of the dormroom and hunting down something to eat. Only when he was halfway through stuffing his face did Quinn realize what the hell was going on. There was a groan as he pulled himself away, still clutching a bag of chips as he made his way back to Connor's room. He found the male in the bathroom and set to cleaning Connor up as much as he could -- around Eve's all too curious wiggling about -- and brought the male back to the bed and tucking Connor in. Quinn then set the puppy on the bed to curl to the male, and simply settled on the floor with the chips.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor didn't stir as he was lifted. He barely reacted at all at first. He relaxed however when his body met the bed, and curled up tightly beneath the blankets until eventually he began to move about.
The first thing Connor was aware of was the crunch of chips and the dull throb in his hesd and he groaned, blue eyes opening to slits to watch Quinn for a moment before he squeezed them shut again and drew in a slow breath.

He finally got up and staggered unsteadily from the bed, looking through drawers of clothes and the suitcase under his bed desperately, pushing empty bottles, bags and needles aside with shaking hands until he finally found a handful of painkillers and swallowed two down dry.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn was fine enough with his bag of chips, eating a bit slowly just so he could try and get control over the issue. It wasn't really working too well, but it made the chips last longer, and it kept him from needing to get up and go get something else. It wasn't so bad if he could limit the intake but keep it pretty constant anyway. Nothing was happening right now, so it worked out. He might be able to hold out a little longer if he were to do much of anything more today. Not that he really had that planned; he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to stick around for the night, even.

At the sound of Connor's groan, Quinn glanced over to the male, eyebrow raised a little at the slitted look he was getting. But he turned away again, popped another chip in his mouth and just waited for Connor to say or do something. It was action that came first, and Quinn watched as the male got up -- looking quite unbalanced -- and went through things. He did not budge, just sat there and wondered what Connor was going on about. He noted the pills that had been swallowed down and got up finally, moving to get some water and handing that to the male. "If you were in pain, you could have said something. I have some perks you can have." He offered quietly, bringing out the bag of a few pills, and another bag with coke in it, handing both over without another word.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shrugged. This whole pride thing had made him stupid enough not to. He took what he was offered gratefully, desperate. Perks sounded like heaven since he was out of everything else. It was the next best, right? Well, maybe third if you threw in heroin. He sat on the bed amd popped a few more painkillers, chewing them into of swallowing them whole. It wasn't like the taste bothered him anymore, anyway. Wings ruffled, several loose feathers fluttering tothe floor near Quinn, and he wat hed him another moment before he was smirking. "Hungry?"

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn hadn't really thought about the fact that pride might have been why Connor had kept quiet about the pain, why the male hadn't said a word about it. Quinn really wasn't thinking too well on all the things that could affect, he was too caught up in his own problems with the injections he'd been getting. Plus, he had been a bit blindsighted by the way Connor acted on pride the first time, so everything else seemed to pale. It was something that was hard to get used to, and Quinn really hoped he would have to get used to it. He didn't think he'd be able to deal well with it.

After Connor took the bags, Quinn munched more on the chips, realizing he was almost to the bottom of the bag. He didn't like that realization, not at all. He glanced at the feathers drifting around him for a moment, then he heard the words and grumped at them. "I can't help it." He ground out, looking a little irritated. Then he sighed and shrugged, getting up slowly, and leaning to nip at Connor's thigh. Then he flopped to his stomach on the bed and set his chin on the male's upper leg with a sort of silly grimace. "For all my bitching and egotism... I sort of want to, you know..." He didn't finish the sentence, looking a little uncomfortable even mentioning it at all.