Hell0NHighWater
Queen of Hell
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He heard the front door crack open again. A blast of chilled air mingled with the warmth from the fire place. He didn't bother trying to hide the way he craned his neck to look towards the front door. Grigs strode in, wary, looking around as if the mansion were some sort of volatile enemy that could not be trusted. Then he saw Darius and made a mental point of going to talk to him at some point, with all that happened in the police station he hadn't had much time to interact with the Grigs Gang.
Strands of darkened sunlight caught his attention and his eyes snapped to the third figure that made his way inside. His icy cerulean gaze locked onto endless indigo, rising from his seat before his brain could even catch up to the action. Penny had just finished with his shoulder and he appreciated that he could finally move it without feeling a spike of pain. Long legs carried him across the sitting area, moving like a man on a mission with worry drawing his face into a bit of a scowl. Rhys marched up to the slightly shorter blond, subconsciously shuttering against the frigid wind that smacked against his bare chest. It occurred to him that throwing his shirt on before he had stormed over here probably would have been smarter, the clothing in question still gripped in his hand, but it didn't seem to matter much. He had been too worried to care.
Without saying anything, he grabbed Nik's shoulder a bit roughly and pulled the blond to him. Both arms crushing the other's body against his own. Rhys rested his chin on Nik's shoulder, lips grazing his neck as he spoke, "You worried me." The words were barely audible; a whisper under his breath. Rhys stayed still for a while as if scared that he would disappear if he let go. His fingers curled into his coat, relaxing ever so slightly into the warmth of his body.
The whole group could see them.
Rhys didn't give a fuck.
If anyone mentioned it later he might turn into a blushing mess, but in this moment all that mattered was the man entrapped in his embrace. He pulled back, gaze soft as he searched his face.
This feeling was peculiar; it stretched throughout his whole body. Overwhelming, yet made him feel a sense of completion that he couldn't understand. It had no bound nor length nor depth; it was just absolute. As though he was in the center of a dangerous fire, yet completely safe. Peaceful. His heart was dancing around in his chest; and bounced about the gaping hole that had slowly started to heal.
It’s strange – frightening even – he didn't know how they could go from being total strangers to becoming...whatever this blossoming feeling was.
The pessimistic side of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop. To have his already fragile heart smashed into a thousand bloody pieces.
"Are you okay?"
His voice was lower, warm, intimate even as he stared at the afflicted. Rhys let him go, waiting for his reply before he slipped his shirt back on over his head. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep himself from pulling him back into another hug. Rhys shifted his weight, from one leg to the other. His lips parted, prepared to say something before he closed his mouth as if deciding against it. He looked a little uncomfortable just then, wanting to soothe him with words of grandeur and flowered actions but that just....wasn't Rhys. He was a closeted romantic --not that he would admit it-- and when put on the spot he sort of floundered. He wasn't as smooth as he wished he could be at times. And sharing his emotions wasn't something he was always good at. Rhys continued to shift his weight, now looking at the ground as if the carpet could whisper the secrets of romance.
"If you....need someone to lean on, I'm always here."
He winced a little at his presentation, knowing that it probably sounded more desperate than he would have liked. Rhys worried his bottom lip, removing one arm from where it crossed in front of his chest to rub the back of his neck.
"I mean, you don't have to..." he cleared his throat to disguise the slight crack in his voice, "Your uh, best friend is always here too. She seems a little nicer than me, I might just slap you really hard and hope that does something."
He smiled a little, something cheeky and a bit foreign, an expression that looked like something Nik wore a lot but it was still Rhys's in an entirely new way. The ex-detective gestured to the living room. "It's warmer in there..." He didn't know where he was going with that, but he was attempting to find an excuse to put a halt to his almost nervous rambling. Without a word, he held out the cigarette that had barely been smoked. It was still clutched in his freehand and had somehow survived the hug. He figured that Nik might need it more than him.
"I've got another pack you're welcome to. And a jar of peanut butter with our names on it." He mused, half turning as if to lead the way back into the sitting room.
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Tags: Sad Boi 2
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[div class=statusText][/div][/div][div class=title]Rhys Contiello[/div][div class=text]Tags: Sad Boi 2
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He heard the front door crack open again. A blast of chilled air mingled with the warmth from the fire place. He didn't bother trying to hide the way he craned his neck to look towards the front door. Grigs strode in, wary, looking around as if the mansion were some sort of volatile enemy that could not be trusted. Then he saw Darius and made a mental point of going to talk to him at some point, with all that happened in the police station he hadn't had much time to interact with the Grigs Gang.
Strands of darkened sunlight caught his attention and his eyes snapped to the third figure that made his way inside. His icy cerulean gaze locked onto endless indigo, rising from his seat before his brain could even catch up to the action. Penny had just finished with his shoulder and he appreciated that he could finally move it without feeling a spike of pain. Long legs carried him across the sitting area, moving like a man on a mission with worry drawing his face into a bit of a scowl. Rhys marched up to the slightly shorter blond, subconsciously shuttering against the frigid wind that smacked against his bare chest. It occurred to him that throwing his shirt on before he had stormed over here probably would have been smarter, the clothing in question still gripped in his hand, but it didn't seem to matter much. He had been too worried to care.
Without saying anything, he grabbed Nik's shoulder a bit roughly and pulled the blond to him. Both arms crushing the other's body against his own. Rhys rested his chin on Nik's shoulder, lips grazing his neck as he spoke, "You worried me." The words were barely audible; a whisper under his breath. Rhys stayed still for a while as if scared that he would disappear if he let go. His fingers curled into his coat, relaxing ever so slightly into the warmth of his body.
The whole group could see them.
Rhys didn't give a fuck.
If anyone mentioned it later he might turn into a blushing mess, but in this moment all that mattered was the man entrapped in his embrace. He pulled back, gaze soft as he searched his face.
This feeling was peculiar; it stretched throughout his whole body. Overwhelming, yet made him feel a sense of completion that he couldn't understand. It had no bound nor length nor depth; it was just absolute. As though he was in the center of a dangerous fire, yet completely safe. Peaceful. His heart was dancing around in his chest; and bounced about the gaping hole that had slowly started to heal.
It’s strange – frightening even – he didn't know how they could go from being total strangers to becoming...whatever this blossoming feeling was.
The pessimistic side of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop. To have his already fragile heart smashed into a thousand bloody pieces.
"Are you okay?"
His voice was lower, warm, intimate even as he stared at the afflicted. Rhys let him go, waiting for his reply before he slipped his shirt back on over his head. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep himself from pulling him back into another hug. Rhys shifted his weight, from one leg to the other. His lips parted, prepared to say something before he closed his mouth as if deciding against it. He looked a little uncomfortable just then, wanting to soothe him with words of grandeur and flowered actions but that just....wasn't Rhys. He was a closeted romantic --not that he would admit it-- and when put on the spot he sort of floundered. He wasn't as smooth as he wished he could be at times. And sharing his emotions wasn't something he was always good at. Rhys continued to shift his weight, now looking at the ground as if the carpet could whisper the secrets of romance.
"If you....need someone to lean on, I'm always here."
He winced a little at his presentation, knowing that it probably sounded more desperate than he would have liked. Rhys worried his bottom lip, removing one arm from where it crossed in front of his chest to rub the back of his neck.
"I mean, you don't have to..." he cleared his throat to disguise the slight crack in his voice, "Your uh, best friend is always here too. She seems a little nicer than me, I might just slap you really hard and hope that does something."
He smiled a little, something cheeky and a bit foreign, an expression that looked like something Nik wore a lot but it was still Rhys's in an entirely new way. The ex-detective gestured to the living room. "It's warmer in there..." He didn't know where he was going with that, but he was attempting to find an excuse to put a halt to his almost nervous rambling. Without a word, he held out the cigarette that had barely been smoked. It was still clutched in his freehand and had somehow survived the hug. He figured that Nik might need it more than him.
"I've got another pack you're welcome to. And a jar of peanut butter with our names on it." He mused, half turning as if to lead the way back into the sitting room.
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