By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
We are a mass crossover based on the concept of Pandora's Box. Characters from nearly any fandom can be played here. Because of the endless character possibilities, we are canon only here at Pandora. Take a peek at our rules and plot information before starting your new life in Pandora.
Want to add a quote? Submit them here!
  1. Welcome to Pandora! We are a pan-fandom, play-by-post roleplay.
    New Player's Guide | Canon List | FAQ | Questions
    Dismiss Notice
  2. The new season is here and there's a whole new world to explore!
    Check out the Season Updates HERE!
    Dismiss Notice
  3. Pandora is broken.
    Read More Here!
    Dismiss Notice

Till Human Voices Wake Us

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by John Silver, Mar 31, 2018.

  1. John Silver

    John Silver Black Sails
    No one, from nowhere, belonging to nothing.

    Posts:
    1,745
    Gender:
    Male
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    [​IMG]
    March 8th, Year 7
    @Aaron


    There is a way out for you, John. It's just not one you want to see because it probably means letting part of yourself go. But there is a way.
    Naomi's words had echoed in his head ever since their little meeting over coffee had taken place. John respected her words, respected her as a person and he knew, she was right.
    He just knew.
    But knowing didn't make it easier, it didn't make the despair cease nor did it chase away the fear, the pain, the paranoia. Sleep escaped him and the whole world seemed to be collapsing around him. Every time he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling restlessly, he thought to feel the walls shake, brickstone coming loose.
    And still, at least, talking with Naomi felt like a step ...somewhere. Forward, he hoped. Even though he didn't know where forward would really lead to.

    The ache in his bones was relentless in its persistence and every new shot seemed to grow less and less satisfying. He was running out of stash. And out of patience. And out of his fucking mind, too, it seemed.
    Pacing his apartment wouldn't get him anywhere though, neither would shooting up until he'd drop dead. And he really didn't want to drop dead at all.
    There is always a way.
    Maybe he should burn those words into his skin to never forget them.
    It was much easier to convince others of this than himself.
    But even when there was a way, even when he could see it now, with Naomi's help, John couldn't walk it alone. The mere thought of it made him sick to the stomach from fear, which in return only fueled his self-loathing, which further-on made him want to reach for another fix to erase any kind of emotion that dared stir in its sleep.

    After what must have been hours of despair and tears and aimless pacing, beating himself up over an issue he was too scared to solve, John forced himself to realize that he couldn't continue on this way.
    He couldn't do this alone, but he had to do it.
    And there was only one person who could convince him and give him the much needed shove towards a path too terrifying as that he'd dare step on it freely.
    He didn't know what time it was when he grabbed his jacket and stormed out the door, unable to be stuck in the confinements of his own four walls for much longer. But when he stepped outside onto the always dark streets of Blackhaven, the moon was high up in the sky and John was coming down from his fourth shot, shaky and panicked and desperate. Close to breaking down, close to doing something utterly stupid. Close to just dropping the very idea of rehab again, just because it would be the easier choice to make.

    In a way, when John used the mirror network to get to Misty Hollow, he wasn't racing time as much as himself. He didn't know how many more hours it would take for him to just give up and decide that attempting to put himself back together again wasn't worth it after all. That nobody got to tell him that he needed to fix himself because he wasn't fucking broken and he didn't need anyone's fucking help.
    He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep his misplaced pride at bay, his need for individualism and inability to allow anybody else to help him, see him the way he was now, see him in any kind of weak situation.
    He just didn't know.
    And for as long as this lasted - for as long as he could still cling to the thought that Naomi was right, that he needed to change this mess, needed to get out of this before it was too late - he had to get to the one person who could reach him.

    It must have been around 1am when he rang Aaron's door, selfishly uncaring about the possibility of waking anybody else inside that flat.
    He was a fucking mess and with every second that passed, he knew he was getting close to screwing this up. And nobody could guarantee that he'd ever manage to come to his right mind again if he were to turn tail and run now, after all. He might not get a second chance. He might catch his goddamn death if he didn't find a way to solve this, and he knew it, too. He just didn't want to think about it.

    It seemed to take forever until the door was opened up but John didn't waste any more time, it seemed to be escaping him anyway - for once he didn't concern himself with how pathetic he might sound or how much he didn't actually want to bother Aaron with any of this. He just said it.
    "I need you to help me. Please."

    Because there was no other way of putting it and because Aaron was his last chance.

     
    Aaron and Raphael Santiago like this.
  2. Aaron

    Aaron The Walking Dead

    Posts:
    778
    Gender:
    Male
    Location:
    Misty Hollow
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link

    IF LIFE IS LIKE A CANDLE BRIGHT
    death must be the wind

    He heard the first ring of the doorbell, but Aaron thought he’d imagined it. Maybe it was just a sound from his dreams as he rolled over in bed, but by the time the second one happened, he felt himself torn from his slumber, opening his eyes groggily and staring up into darkness for a moment, feeling nothing but pure confusion. He knew it was late. He could feel it. Aaron just didn’t know how late it was until he turned his head to look at the clock, having to double take.

    Who was standing at his doorstep at one in the morning.

    Still, maybe it was urgent. Or maybe it was nothing, but Aaron had long since learned not to take chances like that, so he dragged himself out of bed more quickly than anybody who hadn’t lived through what he had probably would have, padding down the stairs with bare feet in nothing more than a pair of black sweatpants. The thought to put a shirt on slipped his mind in his sleepy state, but by the time his face appeared in the door’s window and he spied the unmistakable look of John Silver on the other side, it didn’t matter.

    What was John Silver doing standing at his doorstep at one in the morning?

    Aaron thought he knew. He hoped he knew, which was why he didn’t hesitate to pull the door open. “John?” he murmured, his brow furrowing with concern, but he couldn’t get another word out before the other man voiced his own thoughts. Difficult thoughts. He could see how hard those words had been to get out, and there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind how hard it had been for him to come here at all.

    So he smiled. He smiled that gentle smile of his. “I thought you’d never ask.” Because he had told him before. He had told him what felt like a hundred times before that he wanted to be there for him, that he wanted to do everything in his power to help him, to bring him home. Not in the literal sense, but in the sense that John Silver had been so very lost. And Aaron was ready to do whatever it took to guide him along the way.



     
    John Silver likes this.
  3. John Silver

    John Silver Black Sails
    No one, from nowhere, belonging to nothing.

    Posts:
    1,745
    Gender:
    Male
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    He had to double-take, his mind not catching up fast enough - needing too long to realize Aaron was in sweatpants only and looking oh so gorgeous with his messy bed-hair, but also realizing just how late it was and that he had torn the other out of sleep.
    His thoughts got tangled between guilt and apology and appreciation, not fully sober yet, everything was dim and distant despite the chaos behind the walls of his skull - a messy combination John didn't know how to quite handle.

    He wanted to apologize. Suddenly feeling like maybe he should not have come, should have left Aaron alone - he had enough to deal with without John's issues, and hell, what was he doing fucking up this man's life?
    But there would never be time to stumble over words of apology and make a mess of himself, because suddenly Aaron smiled.
    It was this stupid sunshine smile he had fallen for that very first night they've met and it stilled all thought in his head, calmed the storm of mingled concerns and fears and pains.
    It left only now, only this. Only this ridiculously gentle smile he would never deserve and the cool night air and Aaron's stupid, gorgeous sleepy look.
    And his words.
    Oh his words.
    I thought you'd never ask

    John froze where he stood, jaw dropping just that hint, as if he's come across something he's never seen before.
    Suddenly, he fell silent. He didn't know how much time passed while he just stood and stared at Aaron in disbelief, searching for something in his eyes that would reveal a smooth, thinly-veiled lie. He was searching for exhaustion, annoyance, anger. Disappointment, disgust even.
    But there was just warmth and gentleness and care.
    With the next breath drawn, something in John's chest shattered silently.
    It took him several seconds to realize that the room wasn't melting - it were tears making his vision swim, making the room blur into a mingle of colors and shadows.
    Tears of relief but also disbelief. Of mere incomprehension and the utter inability to handle the kind of treatment he was receiving now, the affection that shook every rib like a leaf in the wind, shattered bones with a single glance.

    Of course, Aaron had told him a million times. Over and over he had told him that he wanted to help, that he'd be there, that he wasn't planning on leaving. But those had merely been words, no matter how much John's appreciated them, he knew people were selfish beings, hurt much too easily and scared, too. They weren't willing to sell their souls to save another.
    It wasn't that he hadn't believed Aaron - he had. In that moment.
    But times changed, and he had always known that if the moment would ever come that he'd actually need the other's help, Aaron would back off. Not out of hatred or cruelty, but because it was the right thing to do.
    And yet. Here Mr. Moonshine stood, smile soft and eyes full of light and John thought he would break.

    Few people had ever seen him cry. He could count them on the fingers of one hand, at most.
    It was a sign of weakness, something that made him vulnerable. It made him blind, in the literal sense as well as metaphorical sense. And he couldn't afford weakness, vulnearibility, even the smallest slip-up, he knew, could cost him his life or worse. So much worse.
    But here stood Aaron, and John was coming apart at the man's smile and his indescirbable kindness. He was choking on the affection displayed towards him, a thing all wrong angles and unfamiliar shapes, unable to place it in a place where it felt it belonged. Fighting something he didn't even know how to begin fighting.
    He's never felt quite as lost.

    That didn't mean it was a bad feeling in the very sense of the word, though.
    No, not at all. It was good, god it was fantastic. But it was also unknown and dangerous and so very close to his heart, he feared the dagger that might be hidden behind Aaron's smile.
    An instinct to run sat just beneath the skin, but it collided with the inability to breathe, with the way the world swam while tears ran down his cheeks stubbornly, with the contradictive urge to step closer and hold on to Aaron for dear life, and hope and pray and beg he wouldn't find his death in the other's arms.

     
    #3 John Silver, May 7, 2018
    Last edited: May 7, 2018
    Aaron likes this.
  4. Aaron

    Aaron The Walking Dead

    Posts:
    778
    Gender:
    Male
    Location:
    Misty Hollow
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link

    IF LIFE IS LIKE A CANDLE BRIGHT
    death must be the wind

    For such a long time, silence lingered between the both of them. Aaron was trying to read him, trying to work out what was going on in that head of his. John was stunned, clearly, and he thought he knew what he had expected. He had expected Aaron to turn tail and run, for him to go back on his promise to always be by his side for the day that he needed him. John meant the world to him and he'd told him again and again that he didn't want to watch him destroy himself, and that was why he was staying. Because he had so much confidence that John would accept his help. Eventually. That he would want to get better, that he would want to be John Silver again and not whatever the drugs were turning him into.

    But John had expected him to walk away, to back off the moment the other man truly needed help. Never. God, never. Aaron felt like he had been waiting months for this day to come and in that moment, he couldn't have been happier.

    He couldn't have been more proud.

    The tears, though. The tears weren't something he had expected. Aaron had seem him emotional before. Vulnerable. But this was different. This was John at his lowest and the sight of it made his heart sink. There was no hesitation as Aaron suddenly moved to close the distance between them. "Hey. Hey, it's okay," he told him, stepping closer, his hands gripping his arms loosely and lightly. "What you're feeling is okay. Crying is-- it's okay. You're doing the right thing. This is your first step, John."

    And then Aaron smiled. A smile so full of warmth and love for the decision that he was making, for the trust that John was finally deciding to pour into him. "Thankyou for coming to me."



     
    Eddie Kaspbrak and John Silver like this.
  5. John Silver

    John Silver Black Sails
    No one, from nowhere, belonging to nothing.

    Posts:
    1,745
    Gender:
    Male
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    Hands grasped his arms, a motion present somewhere in the here and not a part of wherever his mind had tripped and fallen. Not lost in the past of empty promises and fallouts.
    He blinked once, twice, tried to chase away the tears to make out the other's blurry face.
    It's okay
    But it wasn't really, was it? Or, at least, it never had been for him. Weakness always meant trouble, and he simply couldn't allow the world to creep close enough to harm him.
    And yet, Aaron's voice was so unwavering and reassuring that John believed him. He couldn't help it, either. It seemed there was no other option.

    The smile returned, and impossibly it seemed all the brighter, warmer. As if his pathetic reaction had only sparked this smile anew - and it hit home. And how it did.
    John thought he could feel it, the warmth which still felt like the edge of a knife, but somewhere, beneath the fear, there was an unfamiliar kind of .... calm. Peace, almost. He imagined, perhaps, this was what it must feel like to finally arrive.
    John took a step forward, wrapped his arms around the taller man and hid from sight against the man's shoulder. He just couldn't stand seeing this smile for much longer at the moment, for it was much too close to him, it seemed to draw cracks and cause things to break. Things John desperately needed to protect himself.
    So instead he clung to Aaron, nose buried against his shoulder, listening to his breathing and imagining to hear Aaron's heartbeat - though that was probably just his own.

    Thank you for coming to me
    Perhaps the choked sound of desperate confusion that followed was hardly audible at all - but it resonated in John's head regardless, and he only tightened his grasp around the other.
    Yet, he could feel himself shaking his head, as if trying to refuse the other's words - because he simply didn't know how to do otherwise.
    "I can't - I don't -...."

    A slow, shaky breath. Enough to remember how words were to be formed.
    "I don't understand. Why are you doing this?"

    Maybe it was a fool's question and surely, if he would have paused to think, he might at least have been able to construct a fragmented explanation.
    But his confusion was not one explained away by logic. He understood why people would risk so much for other people. But he could not understand why anyone would do that for him. And maybe he really could not be blamed, for how was he to understand something he's never experienced himself before?

    At least the tears were drying, he was easing - slowly - into the other's embrace, not intending to move from it quite yet.
    Tomorrow, if Aaron shouldn't change his mind, all of this would be over. All the warmth would be replaced by cold, empty hospital walls and a kind of loneliness he would have to work through in his own way.
    Until then, he wanted to grasp what he had with both hands and hold it, not letting go.

    The quiet sound of someone stirring in their bed from the noise was not one he could possibly have heard, but John also didn't notice the sound of a door being softly opened, and a child's footsteps across floorboards.
    Aaron had taken up all his attention, as he had so often before, and this time John was content with it - he was grateful for it. For not being alone in this dark place he had dug for himself, and that, even though he knew Aaron could never fully join him there (a thought strangely reassuring), he was reaching out a hand now. And John was not going to let go of it, for as long as he still could.



     
    Eddie Kaspbrak likes this.
  6. It didn’t take much to wake Eddie from a dead sleep. The sound of the doorbell was more than enough, although he didn’t immediately recognize it as what woke him up. Just, suddenly he was wake, heart in his throat, eyes wide in the darkness. When the sound came again he could place it, although it hardly did anything to settle his heartrate. Nothing good ever came from someone ringing the doorbell in the middle of the night – and he was pretty sure it was the middle of the night, even though he couldn’t see his clock, he’d been having nightmares pretty regularly and had gotten to know the feel of various hours of the night.

    At first, he was frozen, paralyzed under his covers. If he stayed here, under the covers, nothing bad would happen. But what if Aaron was in trouble? What if something had happened? Eddie regularly battled with anxiety, but he liked to think he had a spine. He had beaten up a killer clown, and Aaron had done so much for him. Honestly, for a while after Aaron had found him in the woods he’d been waiting for him to drop him off at the orphanage or something.

    But he hadn’t.

    So.

    Swallowing hard, he forced himself to get out of bed. It took another minute or two to gather the courage to walk to the door, and another half minute to open it. It was probably just....actually, he couldn’t think of any reason why anyone would come over this late unless something bad had happened.

    He swallowed a whimper.

    By the time he’d crept down the stairs there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He clung to the bannister, knuckles bone white, and stared at the scene before him. Aaron, holding onto someone.

    “What happened?” he asked, voice raised, a bit high pitched. ​
     
    John Silver likes this.
  7. Aaron

    Aaron The Walking Dead

    Posts:
    778
    Gender:
    Male
    Location:
    Misty Hollow
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link

    IF LIFE IS LIKE A CANDLE BRIGHT
    death must be the wind

    No question about it, Aaron would have held John there for as long as he felt he needed to be held. As tired as he was at this hour, nothing else mattered besides the man in his arms and the decision that he had been brave enough to make. And he could safely say that he was just so incredibly proud of him. He was beaming, and he was holding him tightly as though to emphasize the fact that he wasn't going anywhere, that he wouldn't leave his side, that he would walk with him through as much of this process as he possibly could.

    But John asked him why. Why he was doing this, why he was being this way. Aaron understood why to such a degree. As a person in need, himself, he suspected he would have asked the same thing. It was one thing to see valuable and to see the whole world in the people around you, but it was another entirely to see it in yourself. It was somehow harder. And not just for John, for everybody. But it really was a serious burden on John's shoulders, that sense of worthlessness. He thought he was worthless. Pulling back slightly, there was a soft smile on his lips. "Because you're worth it," he told him, and everything about the way he said it was pure honesty.

    Before he or John had the chance to say anything further, a voice sounded from the staircase and Aaron whipped his gaze around, taking a step back from John, but one hand was still touching his arm as though he feared he might turn and flee if he took his hand away. He didn't want him to go.

    "Eddie!" He hadn't even heard him come down, but it wasn't such a surprise either. The boy had proven to be a light sleeper, but then, the nightmares probably had a lot to do with that. Aaron felt at a loss with him sometimes, not sure how to help him through all of those fears of his. And there were just so many. "Nothing-- Nothing happened. I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you up." Pausing, he smiled and gestured to the man at his side, hoping that introducing him might help ease the kid's nerves. Poor thing was clinging to the banister. "Eddie, this is my friend, John." He'd told John about Eddie before, but this would be the first time meeting, and somehow, two o'clock in the morning didn't seem like the appropriate time to explain to him the nature of his relationship with the former pirate.



     
    Eddie Kaspbrak and John Silver like this.
  8. John Silver

    John Silver Black Sails
    No one, from nowhere, belonging to nothing.

    Posts:
    1,745
    Gender:
    Male
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    It wasn't that he's strictly forgotten about the kid - he remembered, in February, when Aaron had mentioned it to him for the first time over text.
    The day after John's been stabbed, and Aaron had welcomed him at his place without question, parrot and all.
    No, it wasn't a gap of memory that caused the former pirate to recognize much too slow that the voice joining them was not an adult's - but, it was fair to say that he had a whole list of entirely different things on his mind in that moment.
    A list of things that seemed to find no end, tumbling over each other and making every step of his one too heavy to walk.

    And he had yet to decide whether this feeling was eased by Aaron's words or not.
    The words that still resonated in his head like an omen, or a promise, perhaps. An answered prayer he never knew he's send at all.
    Because you're worth it
    And maybe it was the one thing he's always needed to hear. From the parents he's never had and the men he had called friends, from the wife he was convinced he would never have been good enough for, and the handful of people he's cared so much about once.
    It wasn't that any of those people had ever actively convinced him of the opposite, but sometimes the unspoken had a way of creeping up to one and staying where it was not noticeable enough to ache, but relevant enough to influence one's thoughts and actions.

    The embrace felt like safe haven.
    Not in the way the heroin did - because John wasn't alone. And this wasn't made up.
    Because it didn't deprive him of any feeling at all, but rather enforced all of it upon him. Keeping him grounded and warm and safe, and surely that was why it was so difficult to let go when Aaron stepped away.
    When Eddie walked down the stairs, eyes wide like only a child's could be; fearful of things that seemed too large to handle. Everything always suspicious-seeming, everything always a risk.

    Aaron's concern was not an unreasonable one.
    It was John's first thought, in fact - say his greetings and his apologies, and then leave.
    Guilt immediately managed to get to him, the realization that he shouldn't be here. That this was a child who had a right to live a life free of such hollow, heavy burdens.
    That this was the last place John should be now. And these were the last people he could drag into this mess.

    But he never got a chance to turn on his heel and walk away.
    Aaron's hand didn't leave his arm, a silent plea to stay. A wordless reassurance.
    And John stayed.
    Because how could he ever deny this man anything at all?

    Lowering his head in an attempt to hide behind the now too short curls, John reached up and wiped the remains of tears from his cheek, taking a deep, shaky breath before running his hand through his hair.
    He knew he rarely looked like he's cried, even on the rare occasions when he had, and hopefully that would be of convenience now.
    When Aaron gestured to him, the sailor put on a warm yet apologetic smile. It was weak around the edges, not quite reaching his eyes, but it didn't sway.

    "Hi, Eddie. I was hoping we'd meet soon....sorry I woke you, it has never been my intention."

    John was good with kids.
    At least, he's always thought so.
    The kids at the orphanage had loved him - most of them, anyway, and he's always liked being around them.
    But this situation was different, of course. It was the middle of the night and Eddie would surely have a lot of questions that wouldn't be answered.
    John felt bad for having caused this, for having this be the way he'd first meet the boy.
    But it was the way it was now, and he had to handle it.

    He stuck close to Aaron, not because he was afraid to face the child alone, but because it was hard to even stand on his own at the moment.
    And because the man's presence gave him reassurance.
    If only he'd stand close enough to Aaron's warmth and his ridiculous sunshine smile, then he'd be able to take on anything, he thought.

     
    Eddie Kaspbrak and Aaron like this.
  9. Eddie stood, near trembling, on the steps, holding onto the bannister like it and it alone could banish whatever the heck was going on. In his experience, adults never looked like that unless something was really really wrong. Like when Bill’s brother Georgie had died. His mother hadn’t let him out of the house for a week after that.

    His lips pressed together, dark eyes still faintly suspicion as Aaron assured him that nothing had happened. It was also his experience that adults never told the truth about things like that. Then again, it wasn’t like he had too many good adult role models. His mother had been lying to him since he was a baby and had turned him into well – a mess, basically.

    He squinted a little as he was introduced to ‘John’. He looked conflicted – on the one hand he doubted Aaron would bring anyone in the house who was going to murder them, and he trusted Aaron, he did, but on the other hand? Well. Stranger danger.

    He blinked at John’s words. He thought ringing the doorbell was a pretty good way of waking someone up, intention or not, but he didn’t say so, still warily quiet as he glanced between the two of them. “Is he staying over?” he asked Aaron, with a tiny frown as his gaze darted back to the other man. ​
     
    John Silver and Aaron like this.
  10. Aaron

    Aaron The Walking Dead

    Posts:
    778
    Gender:
    Male
    Location:
    Misty Hollow
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link

    IF LIFE IS LIKE A CANDLE BRIGHT
    death must be the wind

    Eddie was staring at them with just about as much suspicion and fear as he had come to expect at that point, considering both how they had met and how Eddie tended to react to basically everything. He didn't have a full understanding of what he'd come from, but he did know that the kid had been terrified beyond belief when he'd shown up here. Aaron liked to think that he'd calmed down since then and he liked to think that he at least trusted him now, especially living under he and Jesus' roof, but sometimes, he just wasn't sure at all.

    Aaron also half-expected John to try to sneak away, and maybe that was why he was so determined to keep a hand on his arm. There was the fact that he liked him close, of course. At that point in their relationship, that seemed like a no brainer, but he also wanted him to know that he was perfectly welcome here.

    His brows perked up at Eddie's question and he hesitated. "I ... I don't know," he admitted, though he wanted to say yes. Glancing toward John, he gave him a slight nod like a silent invitation, his hand giving the man's arm a gentle squeeze before he looked back to the boy. "Would that be okay with you, if he did want to?" It was so late, Aaron didn't necessarily want John trudging all the way home. It seemed silly.



     
    Eddie Kaspbrak and John Silver like this.
  11. John Silver

    John Silver Black Sails
    No one, from nowhere, belonging to nothing.

    Posts:
    1,745
    Gender:
    Male
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    Silver was aware that he likely wasn't looking his best - but the way Eddie clung to the banister almost made it seem as if he had just spotted a monster. A thought that found a way to unsettle the sailor at the back of his mind, easily stirring up those same doubts once more.
    You shouldn't have come
    The boy'd eyes were judging and focused, as if trying to solve a task, decide on what he thought of this situation.
    And then: Is he staying over?

    John couldn't quite filter out whether the question was one of dislike or mere need for explanation, but he had a hunch that Eddie wouldn't be too happy having him over.
    Which was unfortunate, because if he were to be entirely honest with himself for a moment, John didn't trust himself enough to head home now.
    This whole thing hadn't been properly planned out. Running to Aaron's place had never included a and then what? answer. He had simply needed to see the man, to say goodbye if their way were to part here, or ask for help if he was in any position to do so.
    There had been no expectations for what was to happen.
    But heading back home now...... John wasn't certain what he'd do once his own flat door would fall shut behind him.

    For a moment, when Aaron's hand squeezed his, he looked up towards the other, meeting Aaron's eyes a little uncertain. He would want to stay, yes. Even if he'd feel shit tomorrow morning, because that was the only way, he felt, he wouldn't try to get out of this again.
    But he didn't want to be the one to wake ill feelings in Eddie towards Aaron.
    For a few seconds, he just looked at Aaron, a little lost, but not making any rushed goodbyes.
    Then, his eyes returned to Eddie, when the question was posed, and should the boy not speak any complaints, then John wouldn't argue on it, either.


     
    Eddie Kaspbrak and Aaron like this.
  12. The look on Eddie’s face became, if possible, even more suspicious. John had come all the way over here for no reason in the middle of the night and Aaron didn’t even know if he was staying over? The nervous tension still clung to him, but he looked a little less like he was about to spiral straight into a panic attack.

    Would it be okay with him? Eddie frowned. He didn’t like the idea of some stranger being in the house, that he didn’t know, but on the other hand, why would Aaron let a murderer in the house? He seemed smarter than that.

    He deliberated for a few more moments, fingers twisting on the bannister before he seemed to come to a decision. “It’s okay....I guess,” he said, the but I’m going to lock my door unsaid. ​
     
    Aaron and John Silver like this.
  13. Aaron

    Aaron The Walking Dead

    Posts:
    778
    Gender:
    Male
    Location:
    Misty Hollow
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    34
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link

    IF LIFE IS LIKE A CANDLE BRIGHT
    death must be the wind

    There was this feeling of relief in his chest when Eddie finally decided that it was okay. The last thing Aaron had wanted to do was gently push John back out that door and although he knew the former pirate would take it gracefully, he shouldn't have had to. He'd come all this way because he needed help, and Aaron didn't intend to let him slip away that easily.

    A smile lingered at the corner of his lips as he nodded his head. "John is harmless. I promise," he told him, although he knew words of reassurance weren't the kinds of things that soothed Eddie's nervous jitters. Still, Aaron couldn't help but voice them, he couldn't help but try. "You should go back to bed, Eddie. Definitely don't want to miss out on the bacon and eggs," Aaron added with a mischievous little glint in the eye, having decided at that very second that he was gonna make bacon and eggs in the morning.

    It seemed like that kind of occasion.



     
    John Silver likes this.