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Sabastian sighed with relief. He wanted to grumble back that his heart could have been about to stop or something, but he bit his tongue. It was too goddamn late in the evening for it to be worth griping or grumbling, and he was just glad Vin was all right.

"Sounds like you need some more of Quint's goop," he said with a half-smile, reaching around Vin to grab the back of his shirt with his human hands. Since they were no longer needed, his tentacles retreated back inside him. He had to get in closer to be able to get his arms around those broad shoulders, but he was able to pull the shirt up and very carefully over Vin's head to get it in the perfect position to slide down his arms. He wasn't trying to be sexual about it or anything, just helpful. Honestly, sex was probably the last thing Vin needed right now.

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Their sibling conversation was listened to from where Sayori stood in front of the closet. She didn't feel the need to interject, finding that sometimes it was as though the two of them were in their old bubble and spoke with history only the two of them understood. Besides, they both likely knew her stance on the matter.

"What? You don't mean Delvin, do you?"

She glanced at them for a moment before looking back at dark blue robe she had selected. Quint seemed a bit paranoid when he insinuated that Vin wasn't to be trusted. Though... She could imagine how he got that way. It was a part of him now- all that suspicion and calculation. He saw demons in the ordinary shadows, but she was sure that it had saved him more than once. If every shadow was a threat, then one would never be taken off-guard. The grooves in his mind that tried to outwit the sadistic general were engraved so deeply that they pulled in the rest of his mind's tributaries.

There was a bit of awkward silence following the unintentional (maybe) slam of the balcony door. While she could have used this opportunity to lay down or try to comfort Cora, she couldn't really find it in her to do so. What would she say? 'I'm sorry you're sad about your deviant of a boyfriend getting what he deserves?' That would only make matters worse. Instead, she gave Cora an awkward smile and said, "I'll see if I can get him to come to bed."

With that, she too exited the room and stepped onto the balcony, shutting the door behind her. It was chilly out there, and she was glad she brought the robe with her, the woman slipping her arms into it and tying it at her waist. When it was done, she put her hands on the railing and leaned forward slightly.

"Why don't we leave him?" Sayori looked out at the stormy landscape, hair rustling from the breeze. The storm had died down a bit, but it was still a murky night with plenty of rain. There were brief flashes of lightning in the distance, the low rumble of thunder accompanying it. Despite the downcast darkness, it almost felt as though their balcony was a neutral space that was shielded from the storm's influence. A cover kept the rain from directly dripping on them, but the occasional breeze would sprinkle them ever-so-slightly.
 
His face scrunched up a bit just before Sabastian reached for his shirt, and between the two of them, they were able to take it off without a fuss. After it was off, Vin looked at Sabastian.

"Can we just call it medicine or something?" he asked, his face betraying just how tired he was, but also that he would probably rather pull an all-nighter than think too long about what he was going to have to drink again.
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Cora gave a little nod before saying "okay" in a meek tone of voice. She was so tired on so many levels, and she just couldn't keep up anymore. Sure, she could ignore her brothers request to give him space and try to make it right before bed, but that might just lead to a two hour long fight before they both passed out from exhaustion, neither one gaining any ground or reconciliation. Better to just let it rest tonight.

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Outside, Quint was standing just an inch or two from the railing, his arms crossed and his face as stiff as stone. Once in a while he would shiver violently, but he was such a stubborn man that he fought his newly changed instinct to flee the cold in the same way that he fought off Kuznet's influence. He wasn't going to get sick from being cold, it just felt bad. But lots of things in life felt bad.

He saw Sayori from his peripheral, but he didn't bother to look down at her until she asked why they couldn't leave her abuser behind. From that one simple question, he crumbled, his face losing all of its rigidity and taking on the melancholy of the storm as he sighed.

"I wish I could, Sayori..." he said so quietly, it was almost a whisper. He then reached up to wipe at his face, but it was unclear if he was wiping away the stray water from the rain, or a tear.

"This is another mask I'm going to have to wear."

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath as he tried to figure out the right way to explain himself.

"He's better off in my hands... Cora won't leave without him, and I don't trust Damien to be delivered to Kuznet and that be it. He comes from generational wealth. Money might not mean much right now, but rich is still rich. People like that have resources and contacts. I'm sure his family had their wealth spread out into other more solid forms of currency..."

He stopped for a moment, glancing down at the women with almost a nervous look before gazing back out at the storm. Quint had to remind himself that he wasn't among enemies here, and Sayori wasn't stupid. He didn't want to come across like he was talking down to her, so he made an effort to change how he was phrasing his words.

"I'm concerned...that if I just hand him over, that he not only has the riches to bribe off the right person to bail him out, but he would also be smart enough to know who he could bribe, because of the way he was likely raised. I'm also concerned that, even if Kuznet does get him before that can happen, it isn't going to make things any easier for us. Right now, we have a piece of the board that Kuznet doesn't have, and he hates that" he said, almost growling out the word 'hate' to emphasize his point as his hands became more animate to better illustrate his case.

"I know him, so I know that even though it's not going to show on his face, in his demeanor, right now, he's pissed. He's pissed that I have something that he wants, I know I have something that he wants, and I know how to dangle it in front of his face where he can't have it. That -I- have the control. And when he is pissed like this is when he is at his worst, which is not much at all but it's at least something. It's just the slightest of edges" he said, squeezing his thumb and forefinger together for a brief second.

"Just the smallest chance for a mistake to be made, and that mistake is going to be what gives me the chance to shake him off of our trail."

He went quiet for a moment, letting the information sink in but also trying to give his mind it's own reprieve from all the weight on his shoulders. Glancing down, he watched the wind ruffle her hair again, blowing it in such a way that it took on a shape that immediately reminded him of that night, when they had been lost in each others arms, both seeking out lust and sensation, an appetite that he feared would never leave him now and would forever taint what they had once had.

"Sayori, I'm sorry I-" he found himself spewing out before he caught himself and bit it off, his posture and face having had taken on a sudden desperation and vulnerability, then, just as quickly as it had come, vanishing as he turned around and hugged himself tightly. A deep breath, a small sigh, and then he turned back around to face her. Less vulnerable, less open, but still the same old Quint. Ever the good boy who wanted to do right with everything he had in him.

"I'm sorry that we can't leave tonight. But he is going to get his due. Nothing we do in this life is without consequences."
 
"Can we just call it medicine or something?"

Sabastian chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, whatever helps you get it down." He had been tempted to be playful by using the word 'slurp,' but he had stopped himself in time to avoid it. As funny as it might be to say, he would rather have Vin not be further disgusted by the fluid that would ultimately get him back on his feet.

His own shirt was taken off before he pulled the robe around his shoulders and slipped his arms through the sleeves, The man then tiredly kicked off his pants and loosely tied his robe's cord. It would probably come undone during the night, but that was okay. "It really is medicine though, I guess though. It helped Tommy who was basically a sneeze away from being put in the ground, and it helped you recover when Kuznet's henchmen beat the stuffing out of you." His eyes flicked downward and back up. “Do you need help with your pants, by the way?”

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As he spoke to her, Quint seemed rather tortured. It evoked pity in her, pity for the fact that he didn't want to have to protect them from a murderous psychopath but that he had no choice. There was no way to make everyone happy and be the person everyone liked- even more so when certain decisions meant making his friends protected and disgruntled at the same time. She imagined that in his mind, he didn't care whether any of them were currently happy because if they survived until the General was dead, then they could have all the opportunity they wanted to be pursue happiness.

She wanted to be angry at him for denying Damien's date with destiny, but she couldn't muster up a spark after that explanation. Perhaps it wasn't the explanation, but the look in his eyes and the way he truly seemed remorseful for the fact that he couldn't fulfill her wish. His apology made it clear that he wanted nothing but to help her be rid of him, but his and her wants didn't factor into the grand plan.

Straightening up, she crossed her arms and angled her body toward him. "I hate that the General has permanent purchase on your thoughts, that your life revolves around him in order to survive. He poisons our time with fear, suspicion and hatred." Sayori's teeth gritted and all but hissed the last word. "I hate that he stitched a piece of himself into every one of us..." Though everyone had physical scars from their encounters with Kuznet, it felt more as though they were merely a small window into the scars on their very souls. If there was such a thing as hell, then she imagined that he was from the deepest circle of it.

Sayori lifted her hand for a moment and studied it somberly. Her pinky finger was still just a bit short, courtesy of his experiments. It was true that she could open it back up and mutilate herself in order to heal it with Quint's goop, but she wasn't going to do that. Prolonging the pain wasn't going to benefit her for a small nub of finger. Kuznet had suggested that her torture was all Damien's fault, a suggestion she went back and forth on depending on the day and how she felt. A dark thought went through her, catching her off-guard.

"What if we just..."

What if we just kill him? Kuznet would be denied, Damien wouldn't escape, and Cora would have no choice but to leave with them.
She didn't finish her sentence for fear of that darkness taking root within her. It scared her. It frightened her to her core that she would think of ending a man's life in cold blood, even after what he had done to her. Sayori was a good person- she shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts.

Almost in a twitchy manner, she dropped her hand and shoved it in the pocket of her robe. At the same time, the woman abruptly shook her head to refocus herself and quickly continued, "Forget it. You don't have to apologize, Quint. I hate Damien... but I hate Kuznet more. Damien may be a pathetic, self-serving, pervert, but Kuznet is..." Despite the robe she wore, a chill ran down her spine and she shivered, "a true predator in the most dangerous and sadistic degree. Nothing is more important that getting away from him."

She shivered again and wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe, which was already slightly damp. “Will you come to bed with me? I won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re out here in the cold.” Her hand was offered to him in the hopes that he would abandon his brooding and come with her back into the warmth.

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(At some indeterminant time of night)

"Please... Let me rest..." Damien wheezed, his injured hand numbly grasping at the covers.

"Mmm... tired already? I expected more from you, Master Finch," Angelique smirked, the last two words of her comment being particularly mocking. "Where's the man with an endless fount of stamina? The man who always turned my mother to putty? All I see is a man trembling and begging like a little bitch."

How long had it been? One hour? Seven? Twelve? He wasn't sure anymore. He had physically stopped being able to release even a drop of cum ages ago, and now all he was left with were dry orgasms. Damien's cum was smeared upon his belly and thighs, a milky mess that would have dried out had it not been for the constant addition of her own fluids. She never seemed to run out of it, no matter how many times they went. Who knew how much she had pumped into him, nor how many bright pink hickies dotted his skin.

Normally he might have been offended by her words, but he couldn't summon the energy at the moment. His eyelids drooped and he shook his head, "just for a little bit... Please." Even if she denied him, he got the feeling that he was going to pass out soon regardless.

However, he soon felt something being slipped into his mouth and before he had a chance to spit it out there was a hand clamped tightly over his lips.

"Swallow it, Damien. You'll feel better soon."
 
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Delvin thought about that a bit as Sabastian spoke, not saying much but recognizing the potency in the substance. He was too tired to take a whole lot of interest in the subject, but he took a guess that it had to have something to do with the way in which their bodies had been transformed. If they were capable of being 'infected' and grow whole new appendages that didn't seem to interfere with their bodies, then he imagined that it had some kind of ability to alter DNA, so it wasn't a stretch from there to see how it could use the bodies own immune system to perform miraculous healing.

"Do you need help with your pants, by the way?"

"Ya, please" he said, giving a little nod and standing. There was still a great deal of pain in his chest, but he was able to hold in his reaction. Once he was properly clothed, he crawled into bed and snuggled against his partners back. Despite still being on the run and now having a new dilemma to deal with, he silently prayed behind his closed eyes as he let out a long sigh. It had been a very long time since he reached out to the big guy, and even though humanity was definitely fucked in his opinion, he felt something deep within himself that said he was more than lucky to be alive and here right now, with Sabastian safe in his arms...

Within mere moments, he was softly snoring.
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Quint only leaned against the balcony as she spoke, watching her mannerisms. Yes, Kuznet was a disgusting creature that would forever be a scar on their lives.

How are you so eloquent with your words, Sayori? he found himself thinking, the thought surprising him a bit. Even in such depressing moments such as these, she fascinated him. Sometimes as much for what she was doing, as for the way that it evoked those little surprises in himself as well. She had a very interesting manner of speech, almost an accent, of which he had never heard similar. And her choice in words seemed almost deliberate, like she were always writing poetry within her mind before she chose to respond to the outer world.

"What if we just..."

He squinted a bit, curious what she had in mind, but decided to let it go as she quickly moved on. Nodding to what she had to say about their tormentor, he looked back out at the once thriving city, his mind still heavy until she offered her dainty little hand. With a defeated little smile, he nodded and took it.

"Well I can't say no, knowing I'm the cause of you're insomnia."

It was a weak joke, but he figured it could be forgiven for now. Once inside, he climbed under the covers and scooted up so that his back was pressed up against Cora's. She seemed to have already passed out, but she flinched when feeling that cold and wet cloth against her already warm body, and it took him reaching over and giving her a comforting pat for her to settle again. He then, eyes already drooping with exhaustion, patted the huge empty space on the bed in front of him, offering for Sayori to come join the cuddle party. Quint was too tired for the guilt to consume him tonight, and all he wanted to do right now was get warm and slip into the comforting darkness of sleep.
 
Sabastian helped him out of his pants and soon found himself to be the little spoon in the bed. Vin's body was so warm and comforting that he too couldn't resist sleep's sweet call.

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Sayori was still in her robe when they went back into the room but she wasn't about to wear it into bed. Part of her cringed internally when she watched Quint get underneath the covers and she couldn't blame Cora for flinching. Still, now that he was under there, it couldn't be helped. The woman shrugged off the robe and crawled into bed next to Quint without a care about wearing her clothes to bed. At least they were dry.

Were she a woman with a stronger will, she might have turned away from him and slept at the edge of the bed. As it was, she scooted forward and parked herself right against his chest with her head tucked slightly under his chin. Her breathing became slower, and soon she dozed off.

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Sabastian looked around- a dream? It was quite dark for a dream. He could hardly see anything. What was the point of dreaming if there was nothing there? What was he supposed to-

"I'm sorry, I don't really know what's going on with him. He just came back home last week and wouldn't talk to me about it. He's eating and drinking when I ask him to, but he doesn't do anything else. I'm pretty worried about him, but... I just don't know what to do..." A heavy-hearted sigh was heard and the scene brightened a bit. It was as though they were looking from the perspective of someone in a dark room, the door cracked slightly open, though all that came through was light. The two in the other room couldn't be seen, but their voices were recognizable.

"I know he just started working in his new position a couple months ago, so I'm so sorry about this. I can work in his position and do my own duties on the side to make up for him being out." Sabastian's mother's voice was strained, the worry leaking into her tone. To be absent from work for so long put his job at risk in addition to his health and well-being, she knew this.

"It's quite alright. Pierre has been filling in for him, and I assume there must be something very wrong for him to neglect his obligations like this. When he comes back, his job will still be open for him." A silky voice answered.

A sniffle was heard before a laugh, obviously one of relief. "You're too good to us Mrs. Finch. Honestly, I have no idea how I found such a kind person who values your employees like you do. Sometimes I thank the stars we found this place."

"Oh, come now. Call me Margaret. No need for formalities at this point- I would like for all of us to become closer. Speaking of which, I would like to try to talk to him privately if you wouldn't mind. If he's going to be out I would at the very least like to hear from him why he feels he needs some time off."

There was slight hesitation on Sabastian's mother's part. "Well... I'm not sure if he's in the mood to talk, but there's no harm in trying." Sabastian's mother sniffed again before her footsteps got closer and closer to the crack of light. When the door was opened, Margaret stood there before nodding and giving the okay to close the door. It was completely dark for a moment before she spoke.

"Sabastian..."

The light was flicked on unceremoniously by one of her perfectly manicured fingers, the woman's cold grey eyes looking down on him where he lay on his bed, simply a lump in the covers like a large, sad, caterpillar.

Sabastian watched from the edge of the scene. Even though it was just a dream, he had flinched from the bright light all the same. He remembered this day, though he hated to be reminded of it.

Looking around first, she grabbed the chair from his desk and brought it over, dusting it off slightly before sitting down on it and crossing her legs. "You know you can't stay in bed forever." This statement was met with silence, Sabastian not deigning to answer her yet. On the nightstand, his phone lit up slightly with a buzz, the woman glancing at it momentarily before returning her attention to him.

"What happened? Did you go to another nightclub and get turned down again?" A little smirk curled the corners of her lips. It didn't provoke him into responding though, the woman staring at him in silence before tilting her head slightly and speaking once more. "You know, the garden is starting to suffer without anyone to tend to it."

"There are other people that can take care of the garden, and who the fuck cares anyway?" The blonde's annoyed voice could be heard from under the covers.

"There are others, yes, but I have expressly forbidden anyone from so much as sneezing on any of the plants so they're sure to die soon without any attention." There was no dishonesty in her voice, both of them knowing that she was more than capable and willing do be doing just that.

Sabastian abruptly turned over and sat up, glaring at her in frustration with red, puffy eyes. It was a total dick-move to be trying to blackmail him with the garden, but he had to admit he felt a twinge of guilt for neglecting the plants.

She merely smiled at having gotten his attention, "and obviously you care."

He continued to glare at her, scooting backwards slightly so he could sit and lean against the head of his bed. It was obvious that she wasn't going to leave until he gave her an explanation, but he didn't care what she did- he wasn't going to open up to her of all people. "Whatever. It doesn't fucking matter anyway. Plants die everyday. You'll just get more or you won't. Just leave me alone, Margaret. This has nothing to do with you."

It was obvious that Margaret saw right through his bluff, the woman patiently examining his face and taking note that the blonde had been crying lately. Nearby, his phone lit up and buzzed once more with another text, the woman glancing at it with a bit of annoyance. Sabastian himself ignored the phone entirely, knowing who was likely texting him. It didn't matter- they needed to fuck off.

"I hear you've been hanging out with Artemis lately. Did you get into a fight?" At the mention of "Artemis" Sabastian's face dropped and he looked away from her, squeezing the covers slightly as he tried to not let on how much that name had made his stomach drop. It was no use though, he was like an open book to her and she raised her eyebrow, leaning in slightly and placing her hand just above his knee.

"Sabastian, I expected better of you. To stay home for a week in bed just because of a fight with a friend? I understand that it feels like a "big deal," but I'm sure she's just trying to stir up drama between the two of you. You've become so handsome, you know. I'm sure she's simply jealous..." That hand started to sensually slip up his thigh.

Whatever reaction she was assuming he would have, the confusion on his face was unexpected. "What do you mean? Artemis is a guy." He frowned and looked back at her, gently brushing her hand off of his leg before it got any further, "anyway, It's all fucking meaningless anyway. It's not like talking about it will change shit. So just... Just go." The corners of his eyes started to tear up, his feelings of hurt and betrayal starting to rise up within him.

The woman froze, her eyes narrowing at him as though she almost didn't believe him when he had corrected her on Artemis's gender. They simply stayed in that strained silence for what felt like forever but was likely only a minute or two. What broke the silence ended up being another buzz from his phone, the woman's arm flying out and snatching up the phone.

Her fingers moved quickly and she typed out his passcode before muttering to herself about how she was going to put his phone on silent so they wouldn't be bothered by his friends' incessant texts.

What she saw on the screen however made her eyes widen in shock, her pupils going back and forth as she read the texts and scrolled through whatever else might have been sent.

What happened next had made both dream and real Sabastian shrink in fear. Her expression had turned extremely dark, a look of almost insane anger twisting that usually beautiful and amused demeanor. The woman's teeth were gritted as her hand squeezed the phone, her knuckles white.

"You... You will stay in bed for another week and then you will be going back to school and your job. Do I make myself clear?"

His throat had been dry and his thoughts were a bit scattered as he had tried to answer, though all he could manage at the time were a few adamant nods.

"I will be taking your phone until then."

"But I need-"

Her eyes flashed at him and widened, almost daring him to defy her. He had gotten the feeling that if he said one more thing out of line that he would find himself in a very unpleasant situation.

"I need to ask someone to bring me homework from school," he said quickly, hoping not to incur her wrath further. It was totally illegal to be confiscating his phone- especially since he was legally an adult now, but she held the power to fire himself and his mother. Not to mention the power to make life very unpleasant for them if she felt strongly enough about it.

She nodded and turned, making her way to the door and putting her hand on the doorknob before glancing back at him, a still almost wild look in her eyes, "I will have your homework delivered." With that, she stalked out of the room.
 
Quint wasn't expecting her to lay right next to him. If anything he was just being chivalrous out of habit, his sleepy mind not thinking much of it until she curled up against him. He hesitated for a moment before finally giving in and wrapping his arms around her in a protective manner, and bringing one hand up to weave gently into her soft short locks. He closed his eyes, but not so much to go to sleep as to try and stop the tears that were threatening to spill over. That fight was soon lost as he laid a gentle kiss on the top of her head, his heart aching with ambivalence as he wondered at her ability to still be so sweet with him after what he had done.

It wasn't long after he took a few deep breaths that the combined warmth and safety between the two girls lulled him into a heavy sleep...
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Quint felt like he was waking up rather than just appearing in a dream, and it took him a moment of orientating to his surroundings before he finally was able to recognize what was happening again. He didn't really know why, perhaps because it hadn't happened for a little bit between them, but he had thought that the dreams between them would just kind of stop. Like maybe it had just been a weird one off thing. That being said though, it didn't really shock him that it was happening again, though he did feel a little uncomfortable. Despite not being able to do anything about it, he felt embarrassingly intrusive being here.

It was often a subject that had been explored in fiction-having the ability to peak into someone's very personal thoughts and memories, but Quint couldn't ever remember a time when it had been portrayed as a positive thing outside of the obvious 'protagonist peaking into the villains mind in order to save the day' type of plots. He personally believed there was a reason people couldn't read each other's thoughts, and this wasn't proving that belief wrong any time soon.

"I understand that it feels like a "big deal," but I'm sure she's just trying to stir up drama between the two of you. You've become so handsome, you know. I'm sure she's simply jealous..."

Up until then, Quint had been politely hanging back, making his presence as unobtrusive as he possibly could. This seemed like just a regular memory of Sabastian's life, when he was still young, but also something that had been hard. He didn't need to see this, and embarrass the grouchy man by having some insiders info into his younger years. However, there were two details that were unavoidable at the moment. One-Quint was a nosy motherfucker, given what he had had to do in the past years, and two-it was that women again. And she was being a manipulative predator again.

"What do you mean? Artemis is a guy."

He hadn't realized he had stepped forward, the sudden shift in her body grabbing his attention like a bright and shiny apple, until he was a little too close to the 'real' Sabastian's back. He stopped then and took a few steps to the side, both to give the man some space and to try and get a better look at Margaret's face and how she was reacting.

She was obviously jealous and possessive, Quint had already gathered that much, but more than that, this was the meatbag that had grew that rapist mutt that he now had the lovely job of 'fixing'. And if he was going to do that job at least halfway decently, then he needed to understand where to lead Damien with his questions when they did their sessions.

"You... You will stay in bed for another week..."

Sabastian might have shrank with fear, but Quint actually flinched a bit. He was expecting it, and yet, there was always just...something startling about seeing that, shift, when a narcissistic psycho dropped their mask. He watched with a scowl on his face as she made her exit, and for a few seconds he just stood there and stared towards the hall. Finally he moved, looking back and meeting Sabastian's eyes with cold broodiness for a second before he looked around the area they were standing in. And, because he needed it to be there, there was suddenly a table with two chairs next to it.

He took a chair for himself and sat down before looking up and offering for Sabastian to sit down with him.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but something tells me you might need to."
 
He had been so caught up in the scene that he didn’t notice Quint until near the end. It felt a bit violating to have Quint there as witness, but it wasn’t like Sabastian had done anything wrong. Perhaps Quint was right and his subconscious was demanding that he share his past traumas to move past them. He thought he had already gotten over this incident, though. Well, at least shoved it down enough to be generally unbothered by it.

Sabastian moved to the other chair and plopped himself into it, crossing his arms in a guarded manner before looking off into the black distance and shrugging, “So like, I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned to you that I was bullied in high school, and that she got the bullies transferred out. This was how that ended up happening.”

It almost felt like the darkness around them had weight, and he could feel it pressing down on him insistently. "I got outed in high-school. Artemis overheard me talking to a friend about it and decided that it would be super fun if the whole school knew. He would already harass me for being a "pretty boy" and not a "real man" for shit I liked, but after that it got..." Sabastian grew quieter, "intense."

"I couldn't really avoid him either since our moms were friends, so we pretended to be nice in front of them but when backs were turned, he..." Sabastian glanced at Quint before quickly looking away and scowling. It looked like he was struggling to say something, but no words were coming out yet. How could he articulate what he wanted to say? It wasn't like he had gone through a traumatic beat-down or been fucked in the ass or something. It was more nuanced than that, and it was hard to really go into detail about it even after all this time. Complicated though it was, it had still been a very emotional event for him.

Eventually it looked like Sabastian had gotten frustrated with his lack of words and simply blurted out, "anyway, it got all fucked up and I just couldn't take it anymore so I stayed home to avoid that shithead. The next week I went back, he and his little clique were gone. I heard they all got transferred to different schools. Good fucking riddance."
 
Quint recognized he could do one of two things right at that moment. Steer the conversation, or let Sabastian get this out of his system.

He had a perfect opportunity right here. A golden ticket to manipulate the path of where this was heading, and gather enough information on Damien's mother to quite possibly be able to detect any and every lie or shady act that the mutt might ever try to pull on him while in their waking lives. It wouldn't take much, he knew, and even with their minds and intentions being somewhat linked, Quint doubted Sabastian would be able to pick up on what he was doing if he did it quickly, and subtly. However, Quint had free will. And with free will you were given choices to make.

Quint chose his friend.

And he chose honesty, and trust. There would be time later to figure out those mysteries; advantages. Sabastian might even be willing to just give him the information he needed freely with an honest conversation about what he was trying to do with Damien, but right now Sabastian was hurting and that too, was a priority.

"Fucking riddance" Quint repeated back softly. He was not mocking or imitating, but rather just expressing his wholehearted agreement with that statement. While he said this, he reached over to pull a cord on a lamp that had, because he needed it, appeared on the table beside them. It's soft warm glow illuminated the area around them, warming them softly as it kept the shadows at bay.

"I can't imagine the shit that must have caused, especially when you weren't ready to let the world know. I'm sorry you had to go through that man."

There was a genuine sincerety in Quints tone as he leaned forward towards Sabastian a bit. Even without the link between them, it didn't take a genius to figure out that Sabastian's struggle to find the right words was a sign of the scar this event had left on him. It had traumatized him, and Quint could see it. Fancy words and long emotional speeches didn't always need to be said. Sometimes it was enough to just sit in the silence after the blast, to know you are not alone in it anymore and that someone else can see the pain without it having to be framed and placed on the wall. So, he remained silent, simply letting the quiet speak for him where he knew that words would likely fail to convey right now, how much he cared.

It was funny. He hadn't noticed it happening, but somehow these people had snuck up on him. In the same way that Cora now felt like she had real, true friends, Quint was beginning to have that bond too. Not a replacement for what had been lost, but rather a new chapter. New opportunities, and chances to have someone to care about.

Quint hadn't had a chance to mourn very much; what little he did being focused mainly on his wife. But he had also lost a brother, someone who had also snuck up on him and had become such a solid foundation in his world that it only made all of these new changes so difficult to navigate. But he was trying damnit, and Sabastian had chiseled his way into Quints heart in the same manner as Brandon had. Just being a decent human being who deserved to be respected and cared about.
 
"I mean, shit happens right?" Sabastian grumbled, but it was obvious that he appreciated Quint commiserating with him. The man wasn't probing him either, which made him feel more comfortable. He wasn't going to expand on anything at the moment, but it made him confident that when the time was right, Quint would listen as a friend would- supportive and sympathetic.

"Your high school life wasn't daisies and roses either, I imagine?" He asked, curious what life was like with the General in the shadows.
 
"Heh" he chuckled a bit before answering.

"No. There was some nice moments here and there, but it was a very strict experience. All work and no play" he said, trying to keep it a bit vague. It wasn't that Quint was not open to talking about his own school experience, but he didn't want to risk going into too much detail while here. Already he could feel the strange, light state of the dream realm, whispering for him to come away. It was taking quite a bit of effort for him to stay in the moment, where they were both lucid enough to understand what was going on.

"Well. Some play" he said suddenly, a fond smile coming to his lips. Before he could continue that thought though, his subconscious mind sensed the memory, and very quickly took over, catapulting them both almost a bit roughly into another world.

Bright, warm light suddenly took over the darkness, chasing every last shadow away until there was nothing left but the warmth of the sun.

It was a playground they were now in, surrounded by equipment a bit more advanced than regular swingsets and monkey bars. There was a basketball court, and rock wall. There was also a maze of ropes, ladders, and assorted equipment for parkour. Quint was standing under the shade of a tree, his young body, perhaps no older than thirteen, soaked in sweat and his breathing heavy. He had been running the track to burn off some steam, but the heat had gotten to him so now he was taking a breather with his sister. She was sitting with her back pressed against the cool bark of the tree, her eyes closed but it was obvious she wasn't sleeping.

"Did you eat lunch?" he asked, unaware that he was currently in a dream.

"No."

"Cory you have to eat."

"Go away, you stink."

He frowned, then reached down to pinch her nose. She countered by swatting his hand away just before he could latch on.

"Ugh, I'm waiting for Fran to bring me my medicine, okay?" she growled, her pouty younger face staring up at him with annoyance.

"I forgot to take it this morning..."

Now it was Quints turn to frown, knowing that his sister was going to have to deal with the consequences of that later. They wouldn't be too harsh, but it was not going to be pleasant either. Taking a look around, he spotted Francisco walking up to the gates of the school, a lunch bag in hand. Or, he was walking, but he seemed to have stopped to talk to someone.

Squinting his eyes a bit, Quint started to walk over in their direction. Once he rounded the corner of the rock wall, he noticed a girl standing somewhat in the shadows to the side. She was a bit tall for her age, and though she had it up ina ponytail at the moment, he could clearly see that she had extremely long, golden blond hair. Something about the manner in which she was standing there, talking with Fran, interested him, so he started to get closer. But just as soon as he had started over, they both turned to look in his general direction.

He made a sharp turn to the right, running over to a hanging rope with a bunch of knots tied on the line, and jumped up to grab on. He let himself swing once, twice, acting as if he had not been spying on the pair. Once he was sure they had looked away, he let himself fall back down to the ground, and casually dusted his hands off before peaking back over.

They were both gone.

"Where did she go?"

He didn't care so much that Francisco had left, because he was going to see him after school was out, but that girl he had never seen before. Well, at least not yet. Maybe she was a transfer student? But what had she been doing outside the school gates? She must have been new, no one was supposed to go outside the gates during school hours without a teacher or parent.

Taking a little lap around the playground, sometimes coming a bit close to the back entrance, but never so close as to get in trouble, Quint was just about to give up on trying to find the elusive new student when he heard something absolutely uncanny.

It was Cora-she was giggling.

He whipped around and almost ran back to the tree where he had left her, and when he got there he slowed down to an almost crawling pace. It was that girl again, somehow having snuck past without him having noticed at all. Sure, there were some other kids on the playground but for the most part it was barren, and Quint was diligent about being on the lookout. It would have pissed him off if it weren't for the fact that he was suddenly having a rush of feelings, his heart pounding and his hands feeling a little tingly as he stared.

The girls hair was down, now, and absolutely a mess with random bits of moss, leaves, and broken twigs. If he had not seen her only moments ago he would have guessed that she had skipped class to take a catnap in the trees. But it had been done purposefully, almost intricately, and it contrasted against the hues of her sunkissed hair, waving elegantly down her back as she swung a large branch down hard on the ground besides Cora. His sister giggled again as the new girl went a bit manic, swinging the stick a few more times for good measure, seemingly trying to end something on the grass that had fallen within her path. She stopped for a moment to brush her hair back out of her face, and Quint caught Cory's eye before she said something to the new girl, who turned to look at him.

A big, toothy grin lit up her face and she reached up high in the air to wave at him enthusiastically. He hadn't realized it, but he had stopped in the path leading over to them, his eyes drawn to her beauty, and all he could manage to do was wave back in a slow, awkward, manner.

Suddenly the perspective shifted, and Sabastian was watching the scene from a few yards away, looking at Quints back as the two girls ran up to greet him. From his side, the grown up Quint let out an awkward little laugh and rubbed his face with his free hand.

"You would have thought I had never seen a girl before. Damn I forgot how awkward I was."

Suddenly the three young teenagers took off running, heading back to the tree where they all gathered sticks of their own, and held them aloft in the air as if they were going to battle with some unseen enemy. And, or course, Sarah was leading the charge.

"She never did grow up" he said fondly, watching his younger self play. Somehow, being here in this dream state made the memories easier, his mind fuzzy with a bit of melancholy but not nearly as overwhelmed with pain.
 
It was more or less the answer he was expecting, meaning that it was evasive and honest at the same time. Quint's life couldn't be easy to talk about so he couldn't begrudge him some reluctance. While Sabastian had been through some shit, it couldn't really be described as abnormal: a boss who had trouble with boundaries, a sick family member, a split family, and high-school bullying. There were probably a lot of people who could say that they'd experienced a similar home-life to Sabastian, but he doubted that more than a handful could boast that they survived living with a supermassive black hole of a psycho.

He sighed at the warmness of the light that was now blooming within the dream and he let himself be enveloped by it. When his eyes adjusted, he looked around at the playground and found himself wondering if they were in some kind of military academy or something. It still looked like something a lot of children would find fun, but nothing was there solely for being fun to play with like swing sets or something.

His eyes landed on the two of them and he couldn't help but smile at how cute and young they looked. Though... their way of talking to each other hadn't changed one bit.

Of course Cora's comment about the medicine hadn't escaped him, and he was very curious about it. Sabastian hadn't been privy to Cora's admission that she had undergone a hysterectomy, so he was none the wiser to her condition. But these things were sensitive- even though his nosy ass wanted to know, it was none of his business. It wasn't really Quint's place to spill the beans about it, especially since it could have been something mundane or embarrassing. He had decided to keep his mouth shut about it and focus on the rest of the scene.

The dreams were less disconcerting now so the shift didn't but him too much, the man glancing at Quint as he spoke up. "Heh. Of course you were awkward," Sabastian teased, an affectionate grin on his face. "You were smitten as soon as you saw her. I can tell by the way you looked at her like she was the prettiest alien you had ever seen."
 
He smiled warmly, letting his hand drop down to join his other in crossing his arms. 'Prettiest alien he had ever seen' was both funny, and very tenderly accurate. Of course Sarah was human. But to two children who had begun to be isolated from the rest of the world at such young ages the description was not far off. No one else up to that point had ever broken down their fences and came crashing into the front yard of their lives, bringing with them the type of adventure that most only got to read about in fairy tales.

"She was very pretty, but it wasn't just her looks that struck me..." he said quietly, watching the trio go running by once more.

"It was how she clicked with Cora. They just instantly got along, like they had known each other their whole lives but had just never met up face to face until that day. It's like in the moment, I got to see, just for a minute, the old Cory back."

Quint wondered if it was worth elaborating or if Cora had already opened up herself. Despite how they acted now as adults, the two had actually been polar opposites as young children. His sister had always been the first out the door, the first to try new flavors and games, or take a dare when offered. Meanwhile, Quinton had always lagged behind a bit, hiding behind his mother's long dresses and taking his time to save the little bugs in the garden as they peacefully plucked weeds. Things had changed so quickly, drastically, and they had each had adapt and cope in order to survive. And people could change, yes, but fighting your very nature and the core of who you were took it's toll.
 
"Yeah... It looks like you all were three peas in a pod. It's really cool when you get to meet someone who was meant to meet you." Sabastian thought to himself that he worded that a bit weird, but it was fine. Quint probably knew what he meant.

He could feel himself slipping and he allowed himself to do so, figuring that he was probably just waking up. That didn't end up being the case though.

The scene shifted and soon the scene was morphed into a lavish home-gym. The sound of a fan gently humming in the distance was the only noise other than the slight grunts of Damien himself. Unlike his present-day body, his body in the dream was much younger. Though he still had his sharp handsomeness, his muscles were rather lacking; it looked as though he was just starting out with weight training.

Shirtless, he was standing at the power rack with one of the handles in each of his hands. There wasn't very much weight on the end of the cords he was pulling, but he was struggling nonetheless. He looked focused enough that only a twitch of the eyes showed that he had noticed Sabastian entering the room.

If one knew what to look for, they might notice that Damien was wearing some kind of tinted concealer on his face, namely under his eyes. Due to the sweat from his workout though, some of it had come off enough to hint that he had dark circles he was trying to hide.

"Your mother wants to speak with you in the Magnolia sitting room," Sabastian said, offering Damien a towel. This was just business for him, those interactions with Damien. It wasn't like they spent too much time around one another, what with Damien being busy with his studies, family outings, and personal reclusiveness.

"Tell her I'm busy," Damien replied, taking the towel and wiping his forehead with it.

"She says she knows you're not busy and that you're being childish," he crossed his arms and leaned his hip to the side slightly. "Could you at least see what she wants? She gets snippy with me if you blow her off."

The other man's mouth became a hard line and he regarded Sabastian with decently concealed contempt. It didn't look like he was happy, but he wasn't outright glaring at the man. However, if one was more versed in reading people they might see that Damien detested his mother's errand boy in that moment, his knuckles slightly white as he squeezed the handles.

After an uncomfortable moment, Damien smirked and let go of the handles gently. He slung the towel over his shoulder and walked over to a nearby cabinet, which contained his shirt, a bag, and his phone. All those things were gathered before he turned and walked back to Sabastian. "How about..." He bent over and dug through the bag, pulling out a wad of cash. "you tell her that I'm very much occupied with something urgent, and can't get away." A hundred dollar bill was plucked from the wad and flicked at the blonde, the bill fluttering slightly as it fell to his feet.

Sabastian shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flicking down to the bill then back up. He wasn't sure how to respond to this situation, so he took a step slightly back and said, "I think it would be better if you just went. It's not like you can avoid her forever."

This evoked a slight frown from the other man, his body also taking a step forward to maintain the same distance. Two bills were plucked from the fold and flicked at the blonde. The smugness was becoming tampered with impatience. "I thought I just heard Thomas Jefferson saying that I dropped a weight on my foot and am currently icing it."

Once again Sabastian nervously retreated. Three hundred was not a tiny amount, and they needed all the money they could at the moment. Still, he wasn't about to take a bribe to lie to the mistress of the house.

"She's going to see that you're fine if she has you examined or sends a doctor. Besides, she's your mom- she probably just wants to check on you to make sure you're okay. You've been avoiding her a lot lately," was his quick reply.

That answer wiped away all of Damien's smugness and even his impatience. What remained was contempt, his finger starting to tap against the billfold. At the time, Sabastian had just thought that Damien was throwing a spoiled temper tantrum, but upon seeing it again it looked more like his words had triggered something a bit darker.

The rest of the cash was tossed at the smaller man, one wad bouncing off his cheek before falling down as well in a flurry of bills. It was at that point that Damien deliberately walked over the cash and placed his hand on Sabastian's opposite shoulder before leaning in toward his ear and speaking in a low, deliberate voice.

"if you want the money, pick it up off the floor and tell my mother that she will see me in the evening, but that I just finished exercising and don't have the energy. Tell her I got permission from my father. That's what you wanted, right? Now the faster you clean up here, the faster you can get back to parking your lips on her golden ass with the rest of them." With that, Damien ground his heel in the bills he had been standing on before stalking his way out and slamming the door behind him.
 
"It's really cool when you get to meet someone who was meant to meet you."

He knew what Sabastian had meant to say, but something about that phrasing made him really ponder it for a moment before the dream slipped away from them both. It sounded so familiar to a conversation he had once had with Brandon...

The next thing he saw made him hone in like a bloodhound picking up a scent. It was young little Mutt, still just a pup it seemed. Younger Sabastian was there too of course, but Quint had grown accustomed to seeing that even more angelical looking face so he didn't take too much notice of the sharp butler attire. Not right now, when he had investigating to do.

The concealer was the first thing that drew his gaze despite a number of other factors. It was obvious what Damien was using it for, but right now the zombie man couldn't quite grasp the real implications behind it. The dream state could be very enlightening for him, but it was also fuzzy and difficult to grip. Much like a real dream, it was only upon waking that he could truly reflect on what he had seen and experienced.

"...She gets snippy with me if you blow her off."

Quint had gotten close enough to stand right before Damien, mere inches from his face, and intensely observe every minute detail of his body. It was interesting that Sabastian's dream had such a clear recording of how he had looked that day. Sometimes a persons memories could be altered or twisted to fit a certain narrative, completely dependent upon what the individual had gone through in their life and any specific traumas or biases as well. But this seemed very clear, and sharp, meaning that Sabastian was a pretty keenly observant person in general. Perhaps because he was very empathetic, or he just had the eyes for it. Whatever the case was, Quint was appreciative that he was able to catch those hands straining to show the white of his knuckles.

"She's going to see that you're fine if she has you examined or sends a doctor. Besides, she's your mom- she probably just wants to check on you to make sure you're okay. You've been avoiding her a lot lately"


He could forgive Sabastian's young ignorance in that moment-he had had to learn to forgive many times over the years, but he was a bit impressed he had not taken the bribe. Although, upon what he had gathered from their previous dreams, it did seem as if Sabastian was living in the mansion with them. So in that case, it would have been a very stupid move to risk getting kicked out over nothing but a few hundred bucks.

"Now the faster you clean up here, the faster you can get back to parking your lips on her golden ass with the rest of them."

He watched him go, somewhat wishing Sabastian's dream would continue. It was not mean to be, however, as the slam of the door cause Quint's body to flinch and wake him up almost instantly.

For almost a solid minute, the half zombie lay there, still as death. He knew that soon enough the dream would slip away from his grasp and he needed to record and process as much of that information as he could, replaying every minute detail and emotion that had crossed the mutts face. Although, right now Quint actually hesitated for the first time to think the word 'mutt' in his mind. Instead, his thoughts kept getting interrupted with what Cora had told him out in the forest, of a young man having to make a terrible choice. But was it true? Damien certainly seemed to have gone through something in that house, but trauma could easily be twisted and manipulated to fit a narrative. He needed more hard evidence, more clues.

...

Oh god, what is that smell? Cora thought, her face scrunching up in disgust before she was able to open her eyes. When she realized what was parked right in front of her nose, she made a, only half fake, gagging noise.

"Quinton, what the fuck?" she protested, roughly pushing her brothers ass away from her poor accosted nostrils. He hadn't opened his eyes yet so he didn't realize what position he had gotten himself into while dreaming heavily, but upon feeling that rough shove, he smiled wickedly.

"Just accept it."

It was only then he opened his eyes, taking in as much information as he had been able to from the dream and now knowing that he needed to be on guard from his sister. Because, when she wanted to, she could pinch hard enough to leave some pretty nasty bruises.

"That's not a pillow" he stated, realizing his head was parked right between Sayori's delicate little ankles, and his own feet were somewhere up near her nose. Her bone was pressing bit hard into his ear but it didn't stop him from observing how soft her skin was against his cheek and for just a second in his sleepy state, he had an urge to close his eyes and contentedly rub his face against her warm leg. The moment was ruined, thankfully, when a loud smack! rang out in the morning silence and he jerked away.

"Ow! Cory! The ass is a sensitive area."

"Oh don't give me that, I know the shit you're into."

For the first time in weeks, Quint's face actually started to turn red. Before they could catch him, he turned his face into the blanket and started to stretch his body out hard. He was careful to not outright kick the girls, but if they didn't move out of the way he could not guarantee there would not be collateral damage.
 
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Sayori was at a funeral, Cora by her side sobbing in wracked, desperate sobs. The casket was closed, but an inscription read: “Here Lies Dr. Quintonian Bluefelderon - ardent lover, stupid brother, and too much sass.” With a click, it was lowered into the grave but instead of being sad, she felt more confused. Who did they put in charge of all this? He wanted disco music! How dare they disrespect his last wishes!

The dream seamlessly changed and she was back in Kuznet’s house. Cora was sitting at the table with her, still dressed in black, still bawling her eyes out. There was someone at the stove… it was Francisco! He had the dress of a 50’s housewife with the boobs to match, the man frying something that admittedly didn’t smell at all appetizing. With exaggerated hip movements, he walked to the table and said, “don’t mind her. She’s just upset that I got them instead of her. I’ll share with you since you’re such a peach though.”

“Share what…?” Sayori had just uttered the question when Francisco scooped up something in the pan and deposited it onto her plate. For a moment, she mistook the article of clothing for a long strip of bacon.

“Quint’s last pair of socks, of course!”
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Sayori wrinkled her nose and opened her eyes as the feet were pushed toward her by Cora’s shove. So that was what stunk-it was Quint’s feet. He really needed to take a shower soon because his feet smelled like sweat, clamminess, and well, feet.

Only a moment later did she realize that one of her feet felt a bit sore from the pressure of his head, the woman looking around and wondering just how they all got in this position. As far as she could tell, she and Cora were where they started, while he had maneuvered elsewhere. Maybe he was just a restless sleeper or even a sleep-walker who returned to bed afterwards.

“Oh don't give me that, I know the shit you're into."

Her eyes widened and she looked over to him to confirm it. He had already turned away though, which confirmed it by itself. He wasn’t denying it either. So he liked to be spanked? Her own cheeks got a bit pink as she processed that information. Did he like being bent over a woman’s knee, or did he like having his ass smacked while being pegged? An image flashed through her mind of the man being tied up with a red ass, and she couldn’t help but feel a little flutter in her heart… and in her loins.

Practically springing off the bed (and almost tripping over Quint’s head in the process, she rushed to the bathroom with a quick, “I’mjustgoingtoshowerrealquickandI’llbeback!” Once the door was shut and locked behind her, she hopped into the shower and turned it on cold. There was a squeak of shock before she madly started to wash herself like she was competing for the gold metal in the quick shower Olympics. The blast of cold water was doing wonders for her wandering mind, and the lust she felt in that moment was quickly terminated.
 
[OOC: Content warning: This post is more morbid and dark than usual, even by my standards, so if you're not one to enjoy bloody horror movies, go ahead and skip on to the second half.]

There was blood again. It was pooling in the small room, already covering the whole floor and beginning to fill the empty space. Delvin knew that if he didn't get out of there soon he would drown in it; that red liquid so thick and heavy and warm. He could practically smell the copper in the air and feel the heat rising up around him, starkly contrasting against the frigid metal table that his back was pressed painfully down against.

"Mmn!"

A noise. Barely even a moan he managed, his mouth feeling full and tasting of rotten cotton. His wrists, his ankles, bound tight. Even his torso felt strapped down and unable to aid him in his mad panic to escape. All he could move was his head; his wide saucer eyes rotating from left to right as the desperation grew. But there was nothing to aid him here. The room was too small, his bounds too tight. Filling. Filling, filling with blood from the flesh. The flesh of the walls, but more, from the women.

She was hung up in the corner near his feet. Her hands, too, were bound. Not by rope, but by something pink and tight and throbbing The flesh of the room and the flesh of the beast. He stood between them now, his eyes wild and the scraggly black hairs on his chin pointing out in such odd directions that Delvin almost mistook them for sharp teeth rather than a beard. In his hand he held a piece of skin, fresh and bloody as he raised it up to the light.

"I'll help you ascend" he said, dark eyes wide and eating into Vin's very bones. His captures body was dark green, as he remembered, but his eyes had changed to a deep, violet purple.

Walking up to the table, the monster took the flesh and forced it between Vin's lip, shoving it down his throat until he was forced to swallow. Almost immediately Delvin turned his head to the side and vomited up the chunk, along with a fresh fountain of red. Still more blood spewed forth from between his teeth, joining the lake that was now only a few inches from reaching the top of his makeshift casket, and with it too came chunks and pieces of appendages. Fingers, toes, his own ear... He choked, coughed, finally stopped the stream and dared to look back. The monster was gone now, but in his place was her. Eyes just as sunken, face just as sickly. Her pasty pale skin was beginning to grow into the flesh of the wall but it had not yet covered her swollen belly. And from the once viable womb of a virtile women, now spewed forth the river of blood that would drown him. Looking up, he opened his mouth to shout with fear but she wailed before he could muster a sound.

Her mouth widened, widened, still wider more. Widening so much further than any any humans mouth should ever stretch and from it, she screamed. But it was not her voice that drove twin nails of sharp pain through his ears to the point of bursting, but instead he heard the agonizing scream of Cora as had heard on the camcorder.

...

He woke with a start, his eyes wild as he breathed hard, looking around the room with a manic kind of fear in his gaze. His mind was still haunted with the memories, and though it perhaps would have been smarter to get out of the bed and make a run for it-not knowing where he was at or how he had gotten there, Delvin instead was instantly overcome with raw, heart-throbbing emotion. He clutched at the blankets beneath him and immediately began to cry. And he was not manly or strong in that moment, but instead his face twisted and his ragged breaths ugly and stinging his rib-cage.
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Quint felt the air woosh above his head and he flinched down a bit instinctively before looking up in confusion. She had damn near just kicked him in the head in her hurry to scurry off to the bathroom, and he wondered if the shower was actually just an excuse for her needing to seriously evacuate her bowls.

He turned to look at his sister, as if to say, 'Did you just see her almost kick my noggin in?', but found that Cora was no longer paying him any mind. Instead she was up and getting dressed, her morning grogginess having been erased and replaced with a look of worry.

He sighed and got up as well, then, going to the closet to raid some fresh clothes while they waited for Sayori to get out of the shower.
 
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The restless movements and groans of fear were what roused Sabastian from his late-night therapy session with Quint. Though it was Vin's scramble to sit up and his sobs afterward that really woke him up. The man turned over in concern and propped himself up on his elbow, immediately worried about what might have happened.

"Vin, what happened?" He scooted closer, reaching out and hovering his hand over Vin's arm. "Did you have a nightmare? Is it your ribs?" When he had been with Cora back in the auto-repair shop touching her had only made things worse, so he wasn't sure whether Vin needed to be held or needed space. His heart twisted with uncertainty, never having seen Vin quite so distraught.

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After they were dressed (Sayori still being in the bathroom), there was a light knock at the door. It was a tentative knock, as though they didn't want to intrude if the party was sleeping. On the other side, Prochette stood with a medium-sized box in her hands, her normal mousy look about her.

Inside the bathroom, Sayori realized that she didn't have any additional clothes she could change into other than the ones she had entered with. Thus, she would be forced to put them back on once her awful shower was over. Speaking of the shower, it was quite spacious and made of tile. There was a bench and several upper shelves with various presumably expensive products. The faucet was turned back to hot water and she sighed, enjoying the return to a warm reality. The water trickling over her skin felt nice, the steam floating softly toward the ceilingShe started to lather up some soap and use it on herself, though it was a bit more perfumed than she would normally like.

Her hands traveled her skin and she ended up brushing her nipples, shivering and wondering to herself how long it had been since she had engaged in anything truly consensual. It could be argued that her tryst with Quint had been somewhat consensual, but she knew that to be a falsehood built on the high of a drug that encouraged the abandonment of all reason.

Quint... the way he had looked at her though, the way he had touched her... His mouth had kissed and licked her naked body without restraint. The woman shuddered, thinking of the look in his eye and at the caress of his appendages. His voice as he groaned her name in climax. Before she knew it, one of her hands was caressing herself between her legs. Her fingers were greeted by a slickness that didn't come from soap or water, but from the memory of the two of them losing themselves to hot breaths and writhing bodies.

Maybe it would be okay this time... After all, the shampoo was very perfumed and the running water washed away any evidence of her lust, so he probably wouldn't be able to smell anything. With her decision being made, she sat on the bench and laid down, quietly huffing as she began to rub her slick pussy.
 
Those soft chocolate eyes found Sabastian's, and just a bit of recognition and clarity came to his face. But it didn't diminish the pain he was in, and sitting up a bit more, Delvin scooted over to seek out a soft embrace and his face laid down on Sabastian's shoulder, crying in ragged breaths.

"It was so bad Bastian it was so bad" he whined, his voice breaking down to the vulnerability of a small boy.

"I couldn't move. He had me strapped down so tightly on that table, and the blood just kept coming. It was everywhere! It just kept rising up, and it was...pouring out of her, right out of her stomach!" he sobbed, his arms wrapping around his small lover and holding on tight.

"And she was screaming..but it wasn't the voice I remember her having, it was was Cora's voice. It was that same damn scream as on the recorder! And I just...I just...I couldn't move. I couldn't move Sabastian, I just couldn't move and help her before she did it!"

He sobbed again, shaking and trying hard to get in a breath between his guilt driven rambling, his mind pouring out what he had been fighting so hard to hold in.

"That monster held me down and by the time I got away it was too late. She had found a kitchen knife and she just...she just cut them out, just cut the eggs right out of her Sabastian! She just gutted herself open like she didn't even feel it!"

Devlin shook again, pain beginning to override his need to cry as his chest began to ache and throb. He didn't wince or draw attention to it, but he stopped talking and tried to cry a bit easier. He found it very difficult though, with how overwhelming the horror of what he had seen had been seared into his psyche.
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The initial spell of a comfortable bed and a good nights rest was now broken and the twins were feeling the pressure once more. While they might not have been able to drive in that the storm, they both suspected that Kuznet would not be so bothered. And while yes, Quint had a loose plan, Cora still felt very much in the dark, anxious, and unable to do anything. The loss of control was as infuriating as it was despairing, and while Bowie did try to comfort her from her sudden erratic movements around the room, he soon found himself plopped within Quints arms to get him out of her way and where Cora wouldn't accidentally step on his tail.

The zombie man frowned, watching his sister for a moment as she found things to do simply for the sake of doing them and seeing some old habits start to pop up. She had initially put on her old pants from the prior night, but soon found them uncomfortable so stripped them off almost as quickly as she had gotten them on. Next came her shoes, roughly shoving them on her feet before growing frustrated and kicking them off with as much force when she realized that she had forgotten to put on a pair of socks first and somehow forgotten a different pair of pants as well, now sitting on the edge of the bed with just her panties covering her ass. She hopped off of the bed and strode to the closet with purpose, opening the door with a rough pull. Besides Sayori being in the shower, there was no one else in the room but the two of them, so Cora threw social protocol to the wind and stripped her dirty bra and shirt off as well, now standing almost completely naked while she roughly shuffled through the articles in the closet.

Quint felt nothing at seeing her naked-not even a twitch of embarrassment. It was just another secret that they shared, of a life that had forced them to do away with traditional embarrassments. After all, when you were forced for years to be naked and exposed, and used, in front of one another, you quickly did away with feelings that were of no use to your immediate mental survival. The only thing that his eyes now took notice of was the bruises, and even then merely a casual glance to inquire that they were healing properly. Turning away, he went to sit down on the bed and try to have a moment to collect his thoughts.

He was just in the middle of calculating how much ground they had likely lost between themselves and Ray, and what they would need to do in order to gain that ground back, and then some. Not an easy task. There had been so many setbacks already...

A sweet and salty scent wafted by his nose, being carried on a breeze from the balcony, and his mouth watered before he could catch himself and lift his robe up to cover his nose. Sayori's scent was as familiar as it was unique, but Quint assumed that she was merely washing herself down there while in the shower. There was a momentary urge in his mind to remove the soft fabric from his nose, to breathe in a deeper breath, but he squashed it harshly and categorized it as something that his changed form wanted and not actually his own desire.

The knock startled them both, causing Cora to jump and grab the first thing that resembled a shirt and throw it over her head while Quint's eyes darted to the door, and then back. They shared a look before he approached and before it for a few seconds. Swallowing, he called out:

"We're not decent yet, could you give us a few more minutes?"
 
It frankly scared him to see Vin so broken up, the man wrapping his arms around him. He tried to keep himself calm though, not wanting to freak out and make things about himself. Vin needed to vent, and by god he was going to let the man cry until there were no tears left.

Sabastian was shocked by all the horrible things Vin was saying right now, and it took him a second to realize that Vin was indeed talking about a nightmare. It sounded like he was talking about his recent experience with that crazy motherfucker in the mall, but he wasn't sure who "she" was. He wracked his brain, trying to think if Vin had mentioned a woman before, and he got vague memories of Vin having mentioned a diner where he was attacked.

"Was that... what happened in the diner? Can you tell me more about what happened?" He rubbed Vin's back, hoping that the touch would ground him as he got some of the things out into the open.

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"Oh, um sorry! Take as much time as you need!" Procette's apologetic voice came through the door. She fidgeted slightly, looking away from the door and down the hall as though she felt awkward for her intrusion.

...

Sayori imagined him in the shower with her, picturing the way he might step in behind her. When they had been intimate, he had been uncharacteristically passionate while retaining the tenderness and seriousness that he displayed in the moments between his snarky, humorous attitude. Behind her closed eyelids, she could picture him coming up behind her and asking her gently whether she was in the mood for some fun. She would agree, of course, and he would start to kiss and feel her body. Maybe he would make a bad joke about dropping the soap.

Her fingers quickened and she felt her pulse go up as she imagined him pushing his hips up against her time after time, both of their bodies rocking in the steamy shower. "You're more precious than you know..." She wasn't sure why she felt like he would say that, nor did she know why it made her stomach flutter.

Perhaps instead, he would be showering and she would come up to him. She would push him against the tile and start to suck his cock. His face would be screwed up in surprised pleasure at how much effort and skill she put into making him groan.

The woman soon climaxed, shuddering on the bench. She hadn't realized how horny she was... Maybe she ought to see if there was anyone in the hotel she could scratch that itch with. Though at the same time, the thought of it didn't really excite her very much. Quite the paradox- simultaneously horny and disinterested.

She sighed, getting up off the bench and washing it off a bit. Some soap was squirted onto it and washed off, the woman washing her pussy to try to remove some of the evidence. Soon, she was done with her shower, stepping out and grabbing one of the plush towels off the rack.
 
Along with the pain came awareness as well. Finally the dregs of sleep and atrocious imagery began to ebb, and Vin reached up between them to wipe some of the tears away in an attempt to compose himself.

"Can you tell me more about what happened?"

He let Sabastian comfort him as he tried to filter between what was real, and what had been mixed into a concoction of traumatic imagery. Finally, he started speaking, albeit more hesitantly now.

"It...it was just...bad. I needed to stop to rest. Sleep. I saw this diner, and I...stupid honestly. I don't know what I was thinking..."

He tried to take a deep breath, couldn't, so he moved to sit up a bit. Once sitting up, he couldn't quite meet Sabastian's eyes. It was as if some part of him feared that his little lover might see the grotesqueness reflected back, and Vin wished to save him of such terrors.

"This uh...lady answered the door. And she was...well, I thought she was pregnant, and pretty far along with how big her stomach was. And right after her came this guy, and his eyes..."

His face took on a scowl, his troubled mind remembering the details once more.

"It was the first time I had seen someone with fully purple eyes. I don't know if I wasn't thinking clearly because of the lack of sleep, or because of the fighting we had had to do at the base...or the hangover. Maybe all three."

Vin tried to sigh a bit but winced, wrapping an arm over his chest almost unconsciously. Then he continued.

"It doesn't matter. I just thought, for whatever reason, the dude was eccentric or something. Maybe wearing colored eye lenses. And his...women, seemed like she was taking the pregnancy hard. She wouldn't really look me in the eye for long and she seemed dead on her feet but she wouldn't sit down. Everything happened so fast after getting inside...if she had just waited a minute, or thirty seconds..."

His haunted eyes finally looked over at Sabastian, but only for a brief moment.

"We fought, me and that guy. Well, fought isn't exactly right. He had me pinned down on the floor before I even had enough sense to understand what exactly he was. And he...he uh...well it, it didn't last long" Vin said quickly, reaching up to rub the heel of his hand against his eye.

"Dave had given me a little blow torch before I left the base, and I managed to get it out and light him up. And then I went to the kitchen to find her to let her know it was okay now and she was safe...but it was too late. She had used one of the kitchen knives to cut them out. She wasn't pregnant, it was...eggs. It was all eggs...and they were all over the floor..."
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It was amazing how quickly the body and mind could adapt to one sense becoming more prominent than the other four. The shy lady from the night before had not stayed very long with them at dinner, and yet Quint recognized who it was almost before she spoke. He had had to take a quiet breath in while standing near the seem of the door, and of course the rich smells of the shower were still fresh in the air, but he had been able to pick it up nonetheless.

Not sensing anyone else nearby and figuring that he could likely overtake the little women in strength if this were some kind of trap, he took one more look over his shoulder and saw that Cora had made herself presentable. Opening the door, he did his best to wear nothing more than a casual smile on his face.

"Good morning."
 
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The back-rubbing continued as Vin explained his story but stopped when he mentioned the woman brutally cutting out the eggs.

He could imagine what had happened. Vin had gone into the diner and walked right into a nest in disguise. It was just like what he had experienced with Margaret, only he had been in the position of the woman. Used over and over again to breed, and being fucked silly all the while. Though she had never used his ass, she had mounted his cock time and time again and forced him to orgasm. He was gay. 100% gay. And yet, the stimulation and the egg heat made it impossible for him not to succumb every time she would prey upon him. It had made him question who he was and fear that he might lose himself. When he had been found, he too had wished for death.

Vin had probably been raped, adding to the trauma and vulnerability of the situation. Vin had been able to save himself, but he hadn't been able to save her.

"She probably thought that it was her one chance to put an end to it. Sometimes... when you're in a situation like that, you just want it to be over and you can't..." Sabastian swallowed, the rawness of the situation getting to him as well. It felt like he had a burning lump in his throat, but he was determined not to cry. He wanted to be supportive- and he couldn't do that if he got super emotional.

"That chance may never have come again, and there was no reason for her to believe that you could overpower him. She thought that the guy was going to fuck you and keep you chained up in that building just like her. You can't-" he swallowed and sighed, "Vin you can't punish yourself for something he drove her to, something she chose. You can't take on that burden- you just can't."

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The corners of her mouth pulled up as though she had practiced smiling but hadn't quite mastered it, the smile coming off a bit wooden. "Yes, um. Good morning to you too-" she opened her mouth, the woman seemingly straining to remember his name while the panic of realizing that she was drawing a blank started to build in her eyes. The silence went on for a beat too long before she abandoned the end of that sentence. "Anyway, ahem. I have a letter here that she wanted me to read you."

Her eyes averted and she brought up a note that was written in beautiful, curvy cursive; if one looked closely, they may even notice that a calligraphy pen was used. Prochette had no trouble reading it, her eyes scanning it while her voice spoke smoothly (if lacking much enthusiasm). Not a word was stuttered, and it looked like she could have glanced at Quint in between lines if she had wanted to do so.

“Good morning, lovelies. The box Prochette is holding is for you to use to get ready for the day. Please make sure to use the contacts, as well as anything else you feel will aid in being less conspicuous. I would rather not have a guest mention your likeness to others on the off-chance it gets back around to a certain employer."

It was at that point that Sayori exited the bathroom, having grabbed one of the fluffy cotton robes that was hanging inside. She paused as she saw Prochette, the zombie merely flicking her eyes up to her before going back to the letter.

"You are free to do as you wish within reason while you are my guests, and I highly encourage you to take a soak in the hot springs pools this evening. There is supposed to be a meteor shower today, and it will surely be beautiful. Oh, and Quinton. Do come to see me later today. I was hoping the two of us could share a nice, warm slice of pie together with extra whipped cream of course. That is, unless you enjoy something with a bit more bite."

The meaning in her letter was straight-forward: she didn't want Kuznet to sniff out that they had ever been there, and she was looking to secure some time to schmooze.

That last bit of the letter left a sour taste in Sayori's mouth, and her face showed it. Though she knew that Quint would likely be charming and accommodating to Angelique's flirting for strictly survival purposes, the situation was still irritating.
 
"She probably thought that it was her one chance to put an end to it."

Vin looked over at Sabastian, and then down, still holding his chest. He listened quietly, contemplating and letting the words sink in as best he could. Where he couldn't quite step back and look at himself, at his situation, from a detached perspective, it was healing to have someone by his side who could. Someone who he loved, cherished, and respected deeply. Those feelings he had for Sabastian created a path for the words to carry down into his wounds and begin to stitch them shut.

"Vin you can't punish yourself for something he drove her to, something she chose. You can't take on that burden- you just can't."

Though he had calmed himself down enough to stop crying, new tears still moistened his eyes at what Sabastian had to say. He had also caught the way in which Sabastian had hesitated before talking, the way in which his body had stiffened. Vin wished to help his lover through his own past traumas as well, but recognized that right now was likely not the time or the place. Still, it didn't stop him from removing his arm from around his chest, wiping the fresh tears away, and reaching over to take Sabastian into his arms and hold him close.

"Thank you" he breathed, his chest shuddering against Sabastian's cheek for just a brief second as he held back from allowing the emotions to overwhelm him again.

"I just wish I could have gotten to her before she did it. I know it's too late... I need to work on letting it go."

Why did it bother him so much? He had seen other people perish. Had first struggled with killing the regular zombies when him and Damaris had been attacked in her cabin, when their small weekend party with old acquaintances and a couple school-days friends had first turned. And even then, neither of them were able to immediately kill them. They had first ran and barricaded themselves in the solid structure that they had built to hold supplies and the various amounts of feed for the animals. It was only when they heard the screams of Eli-Damaris's friend and neighbor who worked in the old tractor supply store downtown, and his girl Emma, that they were able to summon up the courage to go back and help. That's when the both of them had gotten bit, trying and failing to fight off a small horde of three zombies that had already ravished most of what was left of the couple by the time they found them in the back yard. If it wasn't for Demmy's barely broken in stallion, who was one mean son of a bitch if he didn't like you, coming to their defense and dragging one off by a hard chomp to it's shoulder, they might not have survived long enough to kill off the last two and suffer through the storm of the sickness that overtook them.

Perhaps it was the look in the women's eyes. Sunken, desperate, and lacking hope in a future that didn't exist without torment and pain. He had seen it once before, when he was a boy and had no control over the domestic violence that took hold in his own home and made his early years bleak and oppressive. And had he not felt fear and loss of control, akin to a young boy, once again while being pinned there beneath Raphael? Yes, perhaps that was why it still haunted his memories so. Similar to the booze, the smoke, the one night stands. He was just as desperate to escape the traumas of a past life as his mind was desperate to free him of the restraints tied round, and around again, his aching heart.

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Quint waited patiently during the beginning of the pause, but when it dragged on just a few seconds too long, he started to open his mouth in order to save Prochette from an early grave brought about by anxiety.

"Can I-?"

"Anyway, ahem."

Shutting his mouth, he just did his best to smile again. His eyes were soon drawn down to the letter, feeling the presence of his sister as she came up behind him while he took just the smallest of steps forward in order to better look at the calligraphy. He was both listening to Prochette and studying Angelique's artistic penmanship. And while his eyes scanned the page, Bowie, who had curled up into a very heat conserving ball against the Funny One's chest, took a moment to lift his head and extend his neck out in order to get a better glance at what Quint was looking at. His little red tongue flicked out, in, out again once more. Quick little movements repeated about every half second as his creamy pop sickle colored head held very still, and he tasted the scent of the ink in the air, the processed paper, and the women holding the item.Together to the three of them listened to the message the letter delivered.

"Please make sure to use the contacts, as well as anything else you feel will aid in being less conspicuous."

So they would have a chance to change their appearances, Quint thought. Except for not knowing how to disguise Bowie, only Cora and Delvin had really changed anything about their physical appearance. This would give them all a really good opportunity to leave the resort with a disguise.

"Oh, and Quinton...I was hoping the two of us could share a nice, warm slice of pie together with extra whipped cream of course..."

Cora folded her arms over her chest as her hip popped out just the smallest amount. Despite Angelique being their 'host', she couldn't quite hold in the bubbling, almost motherly rage, at the wording the fake accented...sack of rotten potatoes, had less than conspicuously used for what she wanted to do with her brother. If she wasn't concerned with all of their safety, the tough women would have told Angelique to go suck an elf.

Quint glanced first up at Prochette as she read the letter, and then he turned his gaze, a bit warily, back to the girls. Both of them had unmistakable looks of danger, and despite being the strongest one in the room at the moment, he still felt his balls tuck up just a centimeter as he quickly averted his eyes and stepped back a bit so that Cora could receive the box for them.
"I'll take that" she said, reaching out gently for the box.

"Thank you for delivering the letter."
 
"You would have."

Sabastian made no move to separate them, instead simply looking up from his place against the big man's chest with a more firm expression. "You've got the guts, you've got the fucking heart." He settled his hand on Vin's left pec to further punctuate his point. His light hand contrasted the darker, tanner skin it was pressed against. "You just... couldn't catch a fucking break."

The man sighed, his blonde lashes lowering as he looked across the room. "I talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn't follow my own advice though. I think it's dumb that we know we couldn't do more, but something inside still feels guilty as hell."

His mis-matched eyes returned to Vin's face and he planted a quick kiss on his chest before adding, "You can talk to me anytime you're feeling the guilt getting the better of you. I may even say shit that might make you feel a little better." He smiled and cocked his head slightly, "maybe."

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Prochette nodded at Cora, allowing her to take the box; it wasn't particularly heavy but it did have a bit of heft.

"You're welcome," she replied cordially as she folded up said letter very neatly before depositing it into the pocket of her black slacks. "I'll be waiting for your party at the end of the hall to take you to breakfast, but you don't need to rush. I'll just be um... doing some inventory." The mousy woman did not even hesitate before turning on her heel and walking away. As she did so, one could see her take a small notepad and pen out of her other pocket in preparation for whatever it was that she planned to do while waiting.

As soon as the door was shut, Sayori walked closer and eyed the box before addressing the only man in the room. "I don't think you should go, Quint. Why don't you just fake an illness or something and stay in the room? It's obvious that she wants to..." Sayori's mouth scrunched slightly, "you know."

Before either Cora or Quint could respond, she held up her hand, "I know, I know... we're putting on a mask to get information and get him out of here, but surely there's a way we can do it without you having to... well, without you having to let her fuck you! What does that even accomplish? It's not like she's going to let you anywhere near him just because you sleep with her!" The indignity of it infuriated her, thinking of the woman laying him down and crawling on top of him. God, it made her blood boil! Why should he have to sell his body for that waste of a human who was probably enjoying caviar and steak in some plush bedroom?!
 
Vin found himself staring into his eyes as he spoke, not being able to help but be captured by the two separate colors of his irises. Both of them had such unique shades, and depending on the time of day and what Sabastian was wearing, seemed to Delvin to shift between ranges of sky, baby blue, and pacific, to amethyst, lilac, and violet. So entranced he was with those beautiful orbs, he actually had to actively listen as Sabastian spoke and offered support. And when he was done, Vin smiled and bent forward to plant a soft kiss on the top of Sabastian's soft locks. His lover smelled fresh and clean from the shower, and it was a nice relief from the dirt and grime they had been dealing with for the last few days. Not that he thought Sabastian smelled bad by any means-but any return to normalcy was relieving in a more primal way. It was just familiar, comfortable, and Bastian had good taste in the soaps he chose to use on his soft skin.

"Thank you" he said, his nose still buried in locks of sunshine. Vin knew he couldn't stay there all morning but damn if he didn't want to. If his chest wasn't still hurting him, he might have tried anyway. In fact, Vin would have loved nothing more than to lay Sabastian back onto the bed and slowly strip him of his robe and spend the next hour or two letting his calloused fingers get reacquainted with every inch of soft skin on Bastion's smooth little body.

Unfortunately it wasn't time for such things.

"You got a pretty good track record of saying things that make me feel better" he said, grinning against his scalp before placing one more soft kiss and trying to lean back up. Keyword there being 'trying', as he found himself letting out a small grunt of pain and freezing again. He didn't want to freak his lover out though, so he muscled through and finished sitting up, letting out a slow breath.

"Mm. That rat really knocked my ass around" he said gently. Quietly.

"Haven't felt this bad since Damaris's horse kicked me across his stall" he said, trying to make light of the situation. Though now that he thought about it, it did feel similar, and he wondered if his rib was cracked again.
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"It's not like she's going to let you anywhere near him just because you sleep with her!"

"Well I-" Quint started to say, finding himself suddenly in need of a therapy snake. He was really uncomfortable right now, but it wasn't for worry of what he was going to have to do once he stepped outside that door. Before he could finish his sentence though, Cora interrupted.

"I agree, I don't think this is a good idea at all Quinton."

She had given a small thanks and walked across the room to set the box down on the bed, and when she turned back, she found herself almost immediately rallying with what Sayori had to say. Perhaps her feelings over it were a bit different, but Cora still felt similarly disgusted by the idea of it.

"What if it's a trap or something? And she captures you in one of those...nests?"

Sabastian had been trapped in a fleshy room when they first found him, and the sudden memory of him being surrounded by those weird, sinewy eggs almost dropped her blood pressure. She had to remind herself to take a deep breath and lean back against the door for support.

"As I was trying to say..." Quint said, suddenly feeling just a tad backed into a corner.

"I'm trying to not let it get that far. I honestly had absolutely no plan to actually sleep with her. Flirt? Sure. Maybe get teasingly close so she lets me in her room? Probably. But actually climb into bed with her? No. I'm not going that far."

Was he trying to convince them, or himself?

"I have a back up plan for if it gets even close to going that far, and a plan B for if that goes south. So can I just get a little bit of support here instead of feeling like I'm going to have to do this on my own?"

It came out with more of a bite then he meant it to, but he couldn't take it back once it was said. But honestly what did they expect? They were all running and Quint didn't know how to share the load. He still heavily felt like everything was on his shoulders, and along with that responsibility came a need to have some control over the plan, and cooperation to follow it through.

Cora's shoulder slumped a bit, and she looked down at Sayori with a bit of guilt in her eyes.
 
Oh what soft kisses... Sabastian felt like he had a god's lips pressed against his crown, their divine love radiating from the point of contact. It was precious and sweet, and it gave him a sense of safety. He would be lying if he wasn't a little bit aroused from it as well, simply because he hadn't gotten off in a while and things were building up for him. As a zombie there was always that heightened sex drive, but it hadn't ever felt unmanageable. With the dry spell between then and the last time he had jerked off (the day they left for the rescue), he felt like it might be a bit too much for him in a couple days. He hated to consider jerking off when Vin had told him not to, but if it came down to it he would rather disobey Vin than hounding him into sex.

Sabastian definitely noticed the way Vin's body moved, winced, then moved more slowly, but he kept his mouth shut about it. There was an unspoken rule in the air that since not much could be done for Vin until he got another dose of medicine, it was pointless to bring up his injury. Asking "are you okay?" would have just been dumb. Of course he was still in pain - from the way he heard it told, the man had been thrown across a room or something. He had to hand it to Vin for being so tough though. If his own ribs were injured like that, he imagined he would have had a difficult time keeping pace half as well as he did.

"Damaris... is your sister right? Did you guys live on a farm?" his mention of his sister had piqued his interest. He still didn't know a lot about Vin other than the little bits he volunteered and the bits he had gotten from his mechanic friend, which made every tidbit that much more valuable. If they were going to have a strong relationship, it was a good idea to get a feel for the other person's past, values, and relationships. Or at least that's what his friends had told him.

It was a good opportunity to distract him as well, seeing as the journey off the bed was going to be painful. A restful night was great for healing, but it was also great for getting one stiff and sore. The man disentangled himself from Vin and scooted back, not caring whether his robe rode up a bit or not. When he had his feet planted back on the ground, he reached out with both hands to offer Vin something to pull himself toward, or perhaps use as leverage. In times like these, he was actually grateful that he was so strong. He could have lifted Vin off the bed himself and spared him a good deal of pain, but Vin's dignity was worth much more than ease. With his strength, he could still be a solid support for the man to move himself up and about.
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While Cora may have been emotionally nipped by Quint’s biting words, Sayori wasn’t swayed. Instead of backing down, she straightened her back and clenched her fists, unsure if what she felt was more frustration or worry. Quint always had the best of intentions, but he could be really stubborn sometimes.

“No.”

The word was quick, sharp, and decisive. For once she was not acquiescing nor being agreeable- she was going to say her piece and he was going to listen.

“I don’t know how many people you’ve tried espionage with, but as someone who went to several college parties, I can say that “flirting enough to get into her room” is not a wise plan. She’s physically stronger than you, she has someone we want to use as a bartering chip, and she’s just plain dangerous! We don’t even know what her motivations are with this place.” She gestured around the lavish room, though she was referring to the resort in general. If what the rest of the group said was true, Angelique was part of a group of zombies who were exceedingly dangerous and unpredictable. The fact that she wasn’t running rampant was disquieting as it seemed to indicate that the woman was perhaps more dangerous than the other rabid ones.

Striding over to Quint, she put her hands on his shoulders and moved her head until he was forced to look her in the eye, not unlike a mother who wanted to make a point. Similarly, her tone was stern and self-assured as she continued. “We’re not against you, we’re more with you than you know. But you can’t just expect us to sit down and shut up while you run around doing dangerous things. I would say that you think you’re untouchable from your clever plans and resourcefulness, but I think you just see it as an okay risk as long as it’s just you who suffers. I am NOT okay with that.” Her typically soft black eyes were piercing in a way that was fierce but not unkind.
 
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