Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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Arcelio's emotions finally boiled over, and he started sobbing into Rayson's chest. "I don't know, I don't want her to be dead."
Drake woke when the sun started annoying his eyes. He yawned, the first thing he noticed being that Rosario wasn't wrapped up with him anymore so he was able to sit up. "... Ro, you up?" -
The older stroked his lover's back, swaying slowly, hushing him. "I know.. I know, I don't either. She is, though, Archelio, and we have to deal with it."
The younger was in a trance-like state, but snapped out of it at Drake's voice, muttering a soft, "Mhm." -
Arcelio shook his head, slipping his arms around Rayson's torso. "It's my fault, I was the one who asked Magnus to get her, I should have kept her with me."
Drake looked over, smiled, and asked, "You want some breakfast? Uhm, I'm technically supposed to be at school right now, but... I guess my dad figured I needed to stay home." -
"No. He might have made you watch, Arch, but you wouldn't have been able to stop it. It was.. It was horrible. Oh, God, Archelio.. She was crying, a-and he made me hold her, a-and I felt it, and.. Oh, God." He was sobbing now, too. Wild sobs that shook him. He had stopped swaying, and trying to be strong.
In truth, Rosario was starving. The last time he had ate had been a nibble of bread the morning after he had been dropped. But, he just shook his head, and stayed put. "No, not hungry." -
(housewife arcelio doesnt like people touching his babies)
Arcelio clutched the back of Rayson's shirt, mumbling into the front of it. "Let's get a beer and go to bed, please."
Drake gave him a questioning look. "Mm, I think you'll have some if I make some. Can we try?" -
"No beer," He muttered, pulling him towards the room, sighing. "Let's just sleep, alright?"
Rosario shook his head again, shrugging. "I'm good. I ate last night, before I you came to get me." He really wasn't a good liar, but, as hungry as he was, he didn't feel like eating. -
Arcelio hesitated a little, wanting nothing more than to drown his sorrows than with a six pack of Millers, but ended up nodded and going along with Rayson.
Drake clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Buuut, you told me yesterday that you called me as soon as you got mad at Arcelio. So you didn't and I'm going to make you eggs and toast and bacon and I want you to eat at least some of it." -
Rayson pulled back the covers, pulling Arcelio in the bed before getting in himself, wrapping himself around his lover, pulling the covers over them. "It'll.. It'll be okay, Arch.. I know, it doesn't seem like it will be, but it will. Try and get some sleep."
The younger dunked his head, sighing, dropping back to burrow under the covers, with a weak, "I really don't feel like I can keep anything down. Don't waste your food." -
Arcelio burrowed against Rayson, shutting his eyes against the other's chest. "I'll try," he murmured, tangling his legs up with Rayson as he tried to sleep.
Drake shook his head, laying back down and lowering his head under the covers. "You've got to eat, please?" He asked.
(I won't be on for a few days maybe .~. If you want to contact me you'll have a better chance at emailing me. Dark's got my email if you want it .3.) -
The older kisses the top of his lover's head, holding him gently, listening to his even breathing until sleep claimed him, and he drifted off, dreamlessly.
Rosario made a noise of distress. "I really don't want to, okay? I'll eat dinner, I promise. Maybe a snack before that. Alright? I just.. want to sleep."
(Alrighty. ;w; I'll miss you. Good luck with whatever you'll be off for~ Take care of ya self, Mia, love. See you in a few days.) -
(Weee actually on for tonight *indecisive af*)
Arcelio stayed awake for a little while, appreciating the feeling of Rayson holding him and the sound of his heart beating. For five years, he'd been rather sure that it would never be taken away from him again, but now everything was going wrong. He ended up falling asleep, restless as he was.
"More sleeping?" Drake used a hand to hold up the covers, making it into more of a tent so that he could see Rosario. "You were up even before I was... Okay. If you want to." -
(okay owo
How're you?)
Rayson didn't wake up to the sun, but instead a very pissed-off Charlie standing above him, clearing his throat. "Hey, man. Wake up." Rayson hissed at him, but shifted around, trying to detach himself from the sleeping form of his lover.
The younger boy smiled, glad that the older had agreed to let him out of this one meal. He sat up, throwing the blanket off. "Actually, maybe I can take a bath?" -
(Good .3. I did the shopping and bought lots of useless stuff for myself
How're you?)
Arcelio didn't care for any of the noise going on in the morning, nor did he particularly enjoy having Rayson start to peel away from him. It made the parts of him that had been entangled with the other cold, and so he clung on, groaning when Rayson seemed persistent in getting him off. "Stooop..."
Drake nodded, sitting up himself and then scooting back so that he could lean his back against the wall. "The bathroom's the last door in the hall. If you want, you could borrow some of my clothes." -
(Useless stuff is useless except for the fact that it improves your mood. So it's not useless. I'm good~)
Sighing, the man laid back down, stroking Arcelio's scalp with his fingertips. "Slight hangover," Rayson explained to Charlie, as if this wasn't how his lover acted every morning.
Suddenly, it came back- Rosario though he had raped him. Angel was dead. Archer was back. The smile faded from Rayson's face. "Hey, baby? We gotta get up. We gotta take care of Angel."
"I brought clothes," He mumbled, moving to grab his bag from across the room. They weren't his, though, and the pants were too big in the waist, and the sleeves hung past his wrists. -
(Good~ I'm busy with school and stuff at the moment.)
Arcelio quieted, clung onto Rayson for a few more moments before finally scooting a little backwards, maybe a few inches. "I don't want to," he mumbled, entirely untangling himself from his lover to lay face-down on a pillow.
Drake stayed where he was seated, watching Rosario. "Alright. You go ahead. I'll probably be down in the kitchen when you're finished, though."
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