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 Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 1:25 am
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-!" the slave uttered nonsensically through his teeth as he was pulled into an embrace. His face turned bright red the instant he realized he'd been snatched into a cuddle by the large sleeping mechanic. He had no idea what to do in such a situation, and his whole body went stiff. If it had been someone he'd known for less time than Arron, he would have expected the worst out of getting forcefully pulled onto a bed, but in Arron's cause he couldn't help but sheepishly smile. He'd never expected the determined and powerful mechanic to be a cuddler, and he found it almost endearing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 4:03 pm
The young man did not awaken through the small commotion. Instead, Arron fell deeper into sleep. His grip on his friend loosened enough for him to escape the mechanic's grasp. That is, if he chose to.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 7:54 pm
It had been a long day by then, and the slave was fighting sleep the longer he was on the bed. He didn't think it would be the best idea to fall asleep at a time like that. The main concern he had was that his Mistress would come back and neither of them would wake up at all from that day forward. Still, the longer he forced his eyes open, the sleepier they became, and it was no time at all before he was asleep as well.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 8:21 pm
After some time, Arron opened his eyes, finally feeling rested. His mind was trying to register the extra weight on his arm.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 10:35 pm
It was morning by the time Arron had awoken, and the sun was just coming into view of the window over the trees. The slave didn't stir as Arron woke up, and continued sleeping peacefully where he was. It was rare that he ever got much sleep, so when he was able, he slept deeply.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 10:39 pm
The mechanic had realized what had happened & blushed a bright red as he carefully tried to slip his tingling arm out from under the slave. Once that was accomplished he carefully stood. Arron draped the blanket over his friend. He shook is arm, trying to get the feeling back into it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 11:37 pm
The slave's eyebrows twitched as Arron moved, but he didn't wake up. Instead, he simply rolled onto his side and placed his hand to his chest, mumbling something incoherently. He mumbled a little more before finally saying something audible.
"I'll......do my best..." his voice was quiet, but determined, and followed by more mumbling. After rolling over again, he grabbed a hold of the pillow under his head.
"...end it. Atticus... and I will... finally... end......" with those finally words, he was back to mumbling once more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 11:40 pm
(TC? o3o)
"...End what..?" he accidentally voiced. Arron blinked & quickly pulled out the notebook he carried. He wrote down what was said.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 12:44 am
His eyebrows twitched again as he heard Arron's question, but still the slave didn't awaken as the words registered in his mind and likely in his dream.
"...the killing..." he answered softly before tightly holding onto the pillow under his head and making a pained expression.
"We'll stop this senseless killing..." his voice wavered as he spoke, then he started to wake up from the sound of his own voice.
"...and erase the sins of our.... past..." his eyes opened halfway, and he let out a yawn, finally awake.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 12:52 am
Arron was still writing down the words in mute shock. He did not know how to tell the slave what had been said. "...G-Good morning..." he whispered.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 1:08 am
"Ah... good morning..." the slave grumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He sat up in the bed and stretched his arms above his head, then suddenly paused in that position for a bit before looking at Arron.
"Oh! Did I hog the bed the entire night? Ah! I'm sorry!" he apologized, bowing his head. He didn't appear to have any memory of what he'd said, or dreamt about.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 1:18 am
He shook his head. "I-I woke up be-before you is all." he mumbled. The mechanic had decided to just hand over what was written. "...Y-you were talking in-in your sleep ag-again." he mumbled not looking him in the eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 1:47 am
"Hmm? What's this?" the slave asked as he was given something to read. It didn't take him long to realize what it was that he was looking at, and his eyes widened. In an instant, his face drained of colour, and he was rendered speechless for a time while reading and re-reading what was written several times over. Finally, he spoke in a shaky voice.
"Erasing... our sins? Then Atticus and I....?" he couldn't bring himself to finish.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 11:48 am
"...Y-You may have been a-a soldier or s-something..." he said quietly. Arron did not what else to say.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:19 pm
"No... I... can't accept this." the slave said, voice cracking under the weight of his suddenly overflowing emotions. He gripped the paper tightly, hands shaking as he set it onto the bedside table.
"If this means what I imagine it might, then... Atticus and I have killed people." he shook his head, pulling the blanket close to his chest tightly.
"I can't accept that! If that's who I was, then I can't become that person again. I'll... have to make up for all of it." oddly enough, making up for his misdeeds was the first thing that came to his mind. Instead of self-loathing like before, the slave felt that he would need to right his past rather than end his future. Still, it was hard for him to bear, being told that it was likely he'd killed people in the past for senseless reasons. It took all he had to keep himself together at the mere thought of it.
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