The sounds of doors opening and closing pulled at Nox's periphery. The nightmares fading into the sounds of someone in the club. It was still too early for anyone but Raffe. But when the sounds didn't approach the nightmares latched on again. And Nox fell into his worst fear -- watching through the haze as he ripped those he loved apart, both dead and alive.
When the heavy sounds of footsteps fell on the stairs Nox jolted awake to the lifeless eyes of the man he loved torn apart by his hands. Nox stifled the memory and tears in the pink bunny only to look up and find his love standing in the light, alive.
Nox stood up clumsily, catching himself as he teetered forward by the door frame like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have. "Raffe." Nox's voice cracked with sleep and worry. His real fingers clenched tightly into the pink bunny that hung limply at his side. The mechanical arm lay on the floor at his side, at some point he'd remembered to remove it, though he didn't recall when, probably in between the nightmares.
"You look like you just crashed into the earth without your wings." The light giving Raffe an angelic sort of glow as he stood on the landing. He tried to make it sound light and fun but his heart was too heavy.
Was only fitting that where it fell apart was where they would see each other again. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean the reason you look like I feel and not..." Nox waved his hands unable to really say what was between them. "Unless they are the same and then..." Again waving his hands awkwardly.
He was rambling.
Nox pulled his bottom lip in and bit hard. He was resolved to let Raffe have whatever say he needed first... If any, before he rambled on about things that matter to him. He dropped his gaze to the floor, tossing the fluffy pink bunny down next to his arm and stuffed his hand in his jeans pocket fumbling for the ring.
It had become a source of comfort and focus as he pulled on the power and started idly polishing the ring one final time. He'd get through this -- even if it killed him.
When the heavy sounds of footsteps fell on the stairs Nox jolted awake to the lifeless eyes of the man he loved torn apart by his hands. Nox stifled the memory and tears in the pink bunny only to look up and find his love standing in the light, alive.
Nox stood up clumsily, catching himself as he teetered forward by the door frame like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have. "Raffe." Nox's voice cracked with sleep and worry. His real fingers clenched tightly into the pink bunny that hung limply at his side. The mechanical arm lay on the floor at his side, at some point he'd remembered to remove it, though he didn't recall when, probably in between the nightmares.
"You look like you just crashed into the earth without your wings." The light giving Raffe an angelic sort of glow as he stood on the landing. He tried to make it sound light and fun but his heart was too heavy.
Was only fitting that where it fell apart was where they would see each other again. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean the reason you look like I feel and not..." Nox waved his hands unable to really say what was between them. "Unless they are the same and then..." Again waving his hands awkwardly.
He was rambling.
Nox pulled his bottom lip in and bit hard. He was resolved to let Raffe have whatever say he needed first... If any, before he rambled on about things that matter to him. He dropped his gaze to the floor, tossing the fluffy pink bunny down next to his arm and stuffed his hand in his jeans pocket fumbling for the ring.
It had become a source of comfort and focus as he pulled on the power and started idly polishing the ring one final time. He'd get through this -- even if it killed him.
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