Live Together, Die Alone
- Locked by RainInTheShadows on Jan 28, '17 10:40pmReason: Owner's request.
Thread Topic: Live Together, Die Alone
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(silly goose xD
also not to be a bad but i think Nathaniel would have his room clean and neat except for a few pictures that he took on the floor because dude's a clean guy and his ocd has a lil bit to do with that xD)
Nathaniel watched him for only a few moments before looking back to Henrico. It was relatively peculiar to have someone inside of his room when he had not had company in such a long time. Most of the time, the individuals he met were only acquaintances that he may invite over for coffee and send them on their way. With Damien, however, things were noticeably different. The boy was already allowed access into the sacred safe space that Nathaniel considered his bedroom. Slightly overwhelmed by the realization, he took a few deep breaths, petting Henrico for a short period of time. When he heard the other male's question, he tilted his head, a small "hmmm" escaping his lips. He stood, sauntering to the walk-in closet in the far side of his bedroom. He open the door, flicking on a light and walking inside. Once inside, he sifted through the neat piles of items, eventually finding the pillows and blankets in the back of the small space. He pulled out an extra comforter and two pillows, hugging them so that they would not fall as he returned to Damien. "Are these okay?" he said, revealing two black pillows and a baseball themed comforter. "The blanket was from when I played baseball. Don't mind it." He nearly laughed at the comical baseball bats and gloves scattered around the cover, but he refrained. -
(Alright, I'm going to keep that in mind x3 Sounds like me a slight bit :P)
Damien looked at the pillows, then the comforter and nodded. "Those are perfect." he said, his tone seeming light and airy for this time of night. For some reason, Damien felt at home here. It wasn't like the nights in the tour bus, which were cramped and crowded, it was seemingly different. It reminded him of childhood, before and after his father's death. Damien chuckled as thoughts of him running around his childhood home came to mind, then there were flashes of the miserable times that he shook away and tried not to think about. Damien looked at Nathaniel, and gingerly took the pillows and comforter from him, and started to make a pallet in the floor, at the foot of Nathaniel's bed. This reminded him so much of going to sleepovers and staying the night at a friend's. "This just might work." he muttered, thinking about the guys who were in the tour bus. -
(good s--- x)
then we are opposites bc my room is always in need of a cleaning xD)
Nathaniel watched him with a face of worry coming across his facial features. A recollection of their conversations from earlier on in the evening began to play through his mind at a record speed as he went through the many ways he could make Damien feel more comfortable in the home. He tapped his chin a few times, his tongue just barely sticking out of his mouth. The teenager looked to Henrico, who was peering at him happily, and then back at Damien. The perfect offer had formed in his head, much to his gratitude. He itched the back of his neck, and then opened his mouth to speak, "Damien, if you'd like, please take the bed. I can sleep on the floor. I usually give company the bed. Then, you will also have Henrico. He sleeps in here every night." He wondered if the boy would take his offer. It took a lot for Nathaniel to rise up to the occasion and make the endearing offer, so he silently hoped that Damien would agree. He waited patiently, his head somewhat tilted as he stood in anticipation. -
(I try to keep my room organized because I like to paint and draw, and somehow I always lose my drawing pencils xD)
Damien took a couple of minutes to think over Nathaniel's offer. He didn't want to seem rude and disrespectful, by refusing his offer. The again, he didn't want uptight and a 'give me everything you own' type. Finally, after much internal debate, Damien decided to speak. 'O-okay, but if you want to sleep on your bed, I'm fine with it. I'm used to sleeping in the floor anyways." he said, looking at Nathaniel, scared the he said something wrong. Even though Damien was a 'celebrity', he still had human emotions. Somehow that thought seemed escape the thoughts from every fan-girl and fan-boy out there. How it did so, would be beyond him and his imagination. As Damien awaited Nathaniel's respinse, he started to take off his shoes and set them underneath the bed. When he was younger, his mom told him that his shoes would scare away monsters from miles around. That would cause him to laugh and laugh. Sometimes he wouldn't even be able to fall asleep because of it. The thought of his mother's words, make him chuckle and look at Nathaniel. "Sorry." he said, a faint blush coming across his cheeks. -
(pencils are the hardest thing to keep track of!!!!)
Upon hearing the boy accept his offer, he clapped once, a lopsided smile suddenly appearing along his features. His eyes crinkled slightly at their corners. "Good. I want you to be as comfortable as possible." He was proud of himself for the awfully kind behavior he was expressing towards Damien as he was typically one to shy away from offering hospitality towards guests. The teenager usually left that up to his much more outgoing parents as they owned the capability of knowing just what to say and do. It was an admirable feature, in Nathan's opinion. He gave one last ruffle to the fur on Henrico's head, heading over to the spot on the floor that Damien had already prepared. As he found it to be properly set up and ready, he recalled a small fact. "Did we get you any pajamas? If you need to, I have some. Then we can go and grab you some tomorrow." -
(They are! Every time I try to keep track of them, they always go missing :o)
Damien looked at the clothes he was wearing and shook his head. They had forgotten to get pajamas. For some reason, this made him laugh. "I don't think we bought any pajamas." he said, giving Nathaniel a lopsided grin as he patted Henrico's head. The German Shepard was looking at Damien quizzically, then walked in a circle near the center of the bed and laid down. "How long have you had Henrico?" he asked, looking at the dog as he sat on the edge of Nathaniel's bed. -
same! it makes me a so angry :(
Nathaniel chuckled, heading over to his dresser full of clothes. He opened the pajama drawer, sifting through it until he found a large enough tee-shirt and pants for his guest. As he walked back over, he thought about the question. "Henrico is only six, we got him when he was a puppy. About five years, I'd say." He handed Damien the set of pajamas, stepping back upon doing so. "Sepherine, however, well.." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I believe we've had her for eleven or twelve years. And we don't know how old she was when we found her." A series of meows sounded from outside of his bedroom door, a few thumps on the wood audible. He shook his head, opening the door to allow her entrance. "There she is now," he said while watching her sashay into the room, rubbing against Nathaniel's legs with a sassy attitude. -
Damien smiled as Nathaniel let him borrow a set of pajamas. For a stranger that he noticed in a cafe, this was actually going pretty smoothly. He didn't expect all of this kindness, but yet here it was. "Sepherine must be mystical." he said, changing his clothes, so fast, that even the Flash would've been shocked. The pajamas felt comfortable, and Damien liked that. It seemed like the only thing he continuously slept in over the past two months were skinny jeans and graphic tees, but even at some point, that gets a little weary to. Damien looked at Sepherine and smiled. The cat did have some mystical qualities about her, but then again, so did Henrico. Damien sat on Nathaniel's bed, and leaned back against the pillows. The room seemed different from this point of veiw, but it was admirable.
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(Had a dream about these guys? Was pretty cute but weird dream to have)
Nathan leaned down to offer a few loving strokes to Sepherine's soft, fluffy fur. She purred gently, sticking her tail up in gratitude. "Yeah, she's quite the feline." The cat wearily walked over to the spot that Nathan would be situated in for the night, padding along it before settling herself against the cover. Henrico had been eagerly awaiting the new friend, curling up near him upon seeing Damien rest against the bed. He made his way to light switch on the opposite wall, flicking it off. A soft white light, coming from a night light, illuminated the room only enough so that one would not trip and fall when waking up in the night. "If you don't want the light on, I can always turn it off, but I usually leave it on so I don't die when I'm trying to walk in the night." He made his way to his spot, pulling the comforter over himself and taking Sepherine in his arms. -
(What was the dream like? xD)
Damien looked at Nathaniel and smirked. "The lights fine. I don't like sleeping in the dark anyway." he said, patting Henrico's head and curling up toward the German Shepard. The warmth radiating from the dogs body was enough to keep him warm, but he threw a blanket over himself anyway. Damien looked at the wall that was across from him and thoughts rushed into his mind. This usually happened at night, and Damien let it. It was best to release all of his emotions at night, and not let them be bottled up inside.
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Carlyle was back in the tour bus, broiling in anger. Damien was one of the people that he HAD to keep up with. It was just in his blood. Even though he bullied the little twerp continuously during his pre-teen and teen years, Carlyle had a soft spot for him, but then again, he also had a pure sheer hatred for him. Carlyle paced in the kitchen, while the other band members were asleep in the back room. He could hear there snores for miles around. Carlyle let out a gruff chuckle, but that chuckle ended up turning to hate. Why did Damien have to be the one that ran off? It was always him. Carlyle slammed his fist onto the table in anger and it shook the glass that was on it. "Control yourself, Carlyle." he said, muttering to himself. -
(It was cute, they were in a cafe and it was later obvi because they were so sweet and loving each other it was cutecutecute
damn carlyle are u JELLY)
Nathaniel allowed a small chuckle in response to the boy's statement, situating himself and becoming absolutely comfortable in the spot. Sepherine plodded along his stomach, curling up on his chest. She was relatively light, so she did not hold the capability of placing too much pressure on the teenager's chest. The boy stroked him gently as he lay awake, examining the ceiling as though if he could stare hard enough, it would change in some odd way. He opened his mouth, letting out a sigh when he was unsure how to word his query. As soft, purr-like snores came from the feline, he asked, "Damien, is the life of a celebrity difficult? Do you find it fun, or is there too much pressure?" His voice was gentle and sweet, much like he was, as he spoke, almost as if he worried he may say something wrong. He was genuinely interested in the response, his eyes wide with curiosity even if they were not visible to the other male. The life of celebrities was always something that intrigued him. He often pondered deeply upon seeing the rumors plastered all over magazine covers and tabloids. He wondered if any of them were ever true, if the celebrities themselves ever came across the slander. -
(That sounds like an amazing dream x3)
(Carlyle has no comment :'( )
Damien shook himself out if the wave of emotion that had swept him away, and paid careful attention to the question Nathaniel had asked. As a 'celebrity', there was a casual monotone response that was a flat out lie, and he couldn't tell Nathaniel a lie. "In all honesty," Damien said, pondering this for a moment. "It isn't all its cracked up to be. Of course there are lavish parties, and you get a lot of money, but touring is a pain. So is the paparazzi following you around like sick puppies. People are in constant awe of you, like you're a god or goddess. It gets tiring. Celebrities are exactly like normal people. They are just elevated because they show off there talent way to much." As Damien finished explaining, he felt Henrico shuffle and move beside him. He could tell the dog was trying to get comfortable, so he decided to put a blanket in between him and the dog. It would always work for his dog, when he had one. Hopefully, it would work for Henrico. -
(it was super duper cute :D
OKAY CALLLLLYYYYYLLLLEEE)
He listened carefully, absorbing every last word as if they were the key to immortality or the pathway to success. Little 'hm's of interest came from Nathaniel as Damien spoke, his face frowning upon hearing the reality of a celebrity's situation. He thanked the boy for the response, inhaling deeply. "I guess that's the part people always forget, huh? That celebrities are normal people. I always see the tabloids, and I don't find it fair, not one bit. It's a shame, really, that you only grow successful to be torn apart by others." With that, he let out a puff of air, carefully picking Sepherine up from his chest so that he could turn onto his side. She curled herself back against himself once he was situated for the final time, her purr-snores returning. "Don't worry, Damien. I'm no paparazzi member." After a small snort and a chuckle, he yawned deeply. After this, without warning, he found himself drifting off into a gentle slumber, Sepherine's promixity and the soft glow of his night light helping to guide him into the test. -
(Sorry for the late response. I've been having some issues at school xP)
(Sounds amazing :D)
Damien nodded as Nathaniel spoke to him. It seemed as if he understood something about celebrity life that he didn't. Even so, Nathaniel had rights to keep whatever he wanted as a secret. As Damien's thoughts began to slip into the seeming endless void, Henrico shifted beside him again, and Damien smiled and cuddled closer to the German Shepard. This made him think of so many different things. Some made him smile, while other thoughts made him weep and cry. Damien took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, and finally he did, falling asleep in the process. -
no prob bruh
Nathaniel slept relatively peacefully, his soft snores coming from him throughout the night. Sepherine remained cuddled close to her favorite individual the entire time, as well, her comforting presence keeping the boy at ease the entire time. As morning rolled around, a pleasant sunrise began to peek out from the horizon, sending gentle rays of light into the room. He continued to soundly sleep, however, his spot on the ground free from the natural alarm clock. His parents, on the other hand, were most likely awake and hustling their way through the morning, cooking breakfast as they usually did together. Henrico remained next to the new friend, caught in a deep slumber just like the others in the room. The teenager with the feline began to snore just a tad bit more than previously, the sound breathy yet gruff.
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