Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

The little blonde finished up his meal, sighing and taking the tray to set on one of the chairs. Sayori was fast asleep, even though she was still handcuffed to the bed. He was still a bit chilled and weak, so he basically crawled to his side of the cell, getting into his own bed with great difficulty and pulling the covers over his shoulder with a shiver. These blankets really weren't enough, but at least it was something.

He felt a little knock on his consciousness, wondering if his altercation with Niles had woken him up. Sabastian hoped he hadn't felt any of it too intensely, but he concentrated on the link more in case Quint wanted to ask a question or send him an image. He got an image of himself hiding under the blanket, realizing that Quint wanted him to have his face obscured. Acting dejected wasn't hard as he truly felt sad and disheartened already, the blonde sniffing and pulling the covers up over himself and shivering underneath.

The next image he received was of Quint with a finger over his mouth, a little box in his hand. He wasn't sure what Quint was getting at, but he wasn't in the mood to play guessing games with him. No image or feeling in particular was sent back, the little man feeling just a bit impatient and fragile right now. He didn't want to take his feelings out on Quint, especially after probably putting him through some unpleasant emotions.

 

[Drobabes]

The fact that he didn't get much of any kind of response back worried him a bit, wondering if Niles had done more to him than just throw away his locket. He felt a bit hesitant then, not sure if he should try to send any more images through, although, he really wanted to let him know that he had saved it. Surely that would lift his spirits a bit, wouldn't it?

Shrugging off his hesitance, he let the little pendant fall in-between his hands, holding them both before his eyes to cup it gently, and making sure that it was open so that he could see that the pick had been saved as well. Quint had no clue that there had been a piece of cloth inside of it as well, although if he had known, he probably wouldn't have focused on saving it. It was hard enough not to lose those two small pieces to the piping and water being flushed through.

Focusing as hard as he can, he stares down at his hands, taking in the details of the necklace, just as he had when he had written with the water on the floor. He wished so badly that he could just tell him that he had saved it from a shitty fate, but this was the best he could do without using direct words.

 

[Poprockz]

He saw the image of his gold, heart-shaped pendant, and instantly a surge of hot anger went through him. Did Quint think this was some kind of fucking joke? Couldn't he feel the way he was hurting? If this was some sick way to try to cheer him up by saying that the locket was still in his memory or some shit, then it was in very poor taste. Sabastian felt a bit betrayed, hurt and sad, several additional emotions roiling inside him as he tried not to simply go off on Quint. The other man wasn't asking a question, more like offering the image in an effort to comfort him and that pissed him the hell off.

It didn't even occur to him that Quint could have saved it. The fact that he actually had was a million to one miracle that he simply couldn't fathom. In addition, he had been so triggered by the image of the pendant that he hadn't noticed the guitar pick in there, the pick having its silver side turned up, giving the impression that the inside of the locket was simply silver.

Fresh tears stung his eyes as he clenched his teeth, silently seething as though bleeding poison from a wound.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

He focused on that phrase, repeating it over and over in his head. Quint could fuck off right now with that bullshit; he couldn't handle this right now.

With that, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint had been concerned that a miscommunication might happen, but he hadn't been expecting such a violent and harsh reaction. It came through so strongly over their link that he literally jumped from how startled it made him, and he ended up dropping the pendant.

"Shit!" he hissed, trying to catch it before it hit the concrete. Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful, and when he picked it back up, he noticed it now had a small scratch on the back.

A wave of guilt went rolling through him, and a little embarrassment. Guilt because the message had been received wrong and because he had scratched the necklace, and embarrassment just because Sabastian had become so angry with him.

With a heavy sigh, he closed the locket and put it away where he knew it wouldn't be found. He then closed his eyes and imagined himself giving Sabastian a soft pat on the shoulder.

I'm sorry.

He would just have to be patient and wait until he saw him again. Until then, though, he simply did his best to leave the blond alone and wrap himself up tightly in his own blankets. Before long, sleep claimed him again as well.
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Francis was exhausted. Both himself and the General had had to leave the base to lead a team, having got word of a possible fully turned violet eyed zombie human heading their way. However, the team had found nothing, so either the zombie had realized how armoured they were and changed it's mind, or it had simply been a false call. Which wasn't that unheard of, but he feared for the poor soldier who had jumped the gun without really knowing what was going on.

Before he turned in for the night, though, he thought it probably best to check the cameras for good measure.

At first, he was a bit confused as to why Sayori was sleeping in such an awkward position, until his sharp eyes noticed the food container on the floor. With his expression slowly forming into a glare, he stood up and grabbed his key card.

About ten minutes later, he entered the cell. He didn't really expect either of them to be awake, but it didn't matter either way.

He did a quick inspection of Sabastian, making sure he was still breathing and opening his eyes for a brief moment to make sure he didn't have a concussion. Once he was pretty sure Sabastian was alright, he made his way over to Sayori.

He did the same general check on her well being before he uncuffed her, and then moved her into a more proper position on the bed. He didn't stop there, however, but instead peeled her sweatshirt up and her pants down. She was obviously drugged-perhaps having eaten the wrong container of food, as she didn't even react to his cold hands as he checked her skin for any fresh wounds, manipulating her limbs this way and that. Once he was satisfied that she didn't have any cuts on her, he spread her legs slightly, and with complete and cold indifference, delved deep inter her wet canal.

He got no pleasure from what he was doing, but he had to make sure that her body was not sending her into a false labour-as this would put her at risk if she continued to be knocked out from the drugs, and he would have to move her up to a hospital room. Once he was satisfied that this wasn't the case, he redressed her and washed his hands in the sink. And then...he left. He would deal with it in the morning.

Even if Niles got a hair up his ass and ran, which he knew he wouldn't, the little fucker could never run far enough. Not from him.
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After they had eaten dinner, Damaris had shown them to their rooms and then helped Lizz to unpack. Now it was some hours later, and although the house was large and didn't have much of an echo, the faint sound of Lizzy's giggling voice could be heard coming from an upstairs room. If Maverick were to go exploring, he would soon find himself at a hallway leading to a large open living room with a soft fire burning near the back.

On a coffee table near some chairs, there were a few empty bottles of wine, and a half finished one sitting next to a mostly full plate of food. The two women, completely oblivious to anyone elses company, are slow dancing in front of the fire.

Damaris has her arms wrapped around Lizzy, taking the lead, and Lizzy has her head laying on the taller women's chest as she softly sings, her lighter, girlish voice filling the room with a pleasant atmosphere.

"...they say, dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh, oh, oh~

I've never seen anybody do the things you do before, oh oh~"

Lizz let out another giggle then, as Damaris suddenly pushed her out and held onto her hand to send her into a twirl, her own usually stoic expression softening into a soft grin for the little women.

 

[Poprockz]

Before he drifted off to sleep, Sabastian got the distinct impression that Quint felt bad about what had happened, the blonde getting the feeling that he was trying to apologize. He sighed. He would have to talk to Quint in the morning when he was less sensitive.

After falling asleep, he thought he felt his eyelids twitch, but paid it no mind and instead simply shifted and went back to sleep.

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Several hours later into the night, Sayori woke up groggily, looking around and wondering why she was awake. She soon got her answer as she winced and curled up, her stomach experiencing an intense pang of hunger. The woman whimpered slightly and got up quickly, holding her stomach and going to the sink, trying to drink and fill herself up a bit, but it only seemed to make the hunger worse.

Sayori knew the tray had been taken along with the cuff on her wrist, and that likely everyone was asleep at this hour. For that reason, she blindly walked into Sabastian's side of the cell and looked around for that Hershey bar with her hands, feeling around in the dark; she almost felt like a drug addict looking for her fix. When her fingers found the plastic, she lifted it up and quickly peeled it, taking a large bite of it and chewing vigorously, doing the same with the second bite of the mini-bar. It wasn't enough, and while it did help the tiniest bit, her stomach was still in great pain and she felt physically exhausted and weak. Her eyes watered from the intensity of her voracious hunger.

Not knowing quite what to do, she sat against the wall and held her stomach, wondering how she could be so hungry so soon. Her movement woke Sabastian, the little man's violet eye almost glowing as it opened to look at her. While Sayori was basically blind, Sabastian could see her fine. The camera emitted just enough light for him to use, the zombie's gaze going to her and realizing that she looked as though she was in pain, a desperate look on her face.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, making her jump and look up. Wow, his eye was beautiful, the only thing she could see in the dark.

"I'm... so hungry, it feels like I'm starving. I can't stand it, it hurts so much." Her small voice was pitiful, and it elicited a sympathetic look on his face.

"Can you get up? You're probably pretty cold down there."

She shook her head, "no. I don't think I can get up."

He pulled the covers back with a sigh and walked over to her. It had been several hours since his assumed last dose, so he wondered if he had enough juice to lift her. Reaching down, he tried to pick up the woman and found his endeavor successful. While he knew he couldn't knock down a redwood, it seemed he still had regained a bit of his strength in his sleep.

Sabastian carried her back to her side of the cell and laid her down on her own bed, sighing and pulling up a chair before looking at her once more. She was desperately hungry to the point where she was weak and in pain, but what was he supposed to do about it? Come to think about it, the lube-like substance he secreted had a sweet scent to it, and likely would give her a bit of sustenance. However, he was restrained and would have to rip off his torso shackle to do so. He got the feeling he could break the shackle at this point, but what would they do to him if he did? Not anything good, that was for sure.

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Feeling a bit restless, Maverick had gotten up to explore around the house, eventually drawn to the sound of the giggling. He approached the living room and leaned against the doorframe, a little smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms and watched the two drunk women dancing in front of the fire. He knew Lizz was into women, but he got the vibe that maybe Damaris wasn't at all opposed to the idea as well. Oh how cruel fate was to make him a third wheel in a house with two beautiful women.

In his head, he imagined the erotic sight of Lizz on the bed with Damaris's head between her thighs, making her writhe and whine from her agile tongue. What he wouldn't give for a little bit of sexual release.

He had a bit of a wistful look in his eye as he continued to watch them silently before he decided to crash their party. Walking slowly forward he made his way to the table with the wine, looking around to see if they had any glasses. Seeing that they didn't, he simply took a swig of the wine straight from the bottle, finding the way it warmed his throat and stomach to be very pleasant. Licking his lips, he sat down in one of the chairs and sprawled out a little, leaning back and taking another swig of wine before his eyes returned to them. They were both very alluring, the way their cheeks flushed and the way they pushed their bodies together slightly. Mm. Even Lizz's drunk singing voice made him feel aroused, the man shifting slightly in his seat.

"If I had known there was going to be a drunk dance party, I would have RSVP'd," he chuckled, wanting to draw attention to the fact that they were no longer alone.

 

[Drobabes]

Unfortunately for Sayori, no one seemed to be around to check the cameras at such a late hour, her hunger pains going unnoticed by her captors.
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Damaris had seen Maverick from the corner of her eye as he approached the table, but she hadn't care enough to stop what she was doing. She was doing this for Lizz, to help her release a bit of that tension and the loss of her parents. And, perhaps, she was doing it just a bit for herself as well. Damaris was a bit too hard in the heart to openly cry, but she had not been unaffected by the news of their passing.

At the sound of Maverick's voice, Lizzy jumped and then let out a little squeak of fright, quickly whipping around to see the man sitting in the chair she had been previously occupying. Her darker toned skin flushed to an even deeper shade as she realized she had been caught in an embarrassing act.

"I do not remember sending you an invite," Damaris said slowly, looking over at the man before she walked over with one hand on her hip and snatched the bottle of wine out of his grasp with the other. The shadows of the fire seemed to dance across her face and make her disapproving scowl all the more darker as she sat the bottle down out of his reach.

 

[Poprockz]

That look on her face though as she curled up from another hunger pang... Fuck. He was going to have to do it. Reaching up, he felt along the shackle to find where it latched, pulling it apart with great effort since his strength was still diminished. With a few panted breaths, it clicked open and he set it on the chair, freeing his torso. God it always felt good to not have that shit on him. He had to redirect his focus to Sayori though, the reason he had dared free himself.

One of his appendages came out and toward her, hesitating a foot away from her. "Sayori, I think I might be able to give you something to tide you over, but I'm not sure how much sustenance it will give you, or-"

"I don't care, please Sabastian! I need something, anything." Her desperate eyes looked into that shining violet moon and he let his appendage approach her mouth, tapping her slightly.

"You can... drink."

She didn't even hesitate, reaching out and taking the appendage in her hands before latching her mouth onto it and starting to drink his nectar. She looked like a suckling kitten, greedily gulping down her midnight snack. Sabastian cringed and looked away, not wanting to watch the weird scene of feeding his cellmate from his tentacle. It didn't help that every time she sucked, it only made him cringe harder at the feeling of her mouth on his sensitive tip.

Hopefully if Kuznet was feeling sadistic tomorrow, he would chose to punish Sabastian and not Sayori since this situation was of no fault of her own.

After a minute or two of awkwardness, she pulled off his tentacle with a little pop, panting slightly. Were he a man who enjoyed the intimate company of women, he might have been turned on at the sight. As it was, he yanked his tentacle out of her hand and cleared his throat. "So um... you good?"

"Yes..." she said softly, sighing with relief. Now that her stomach was full, the pain had receded, the woman finally able to wiggle under the covers and relax again. She looked over at his eye, and whispered, "will you stay with me until I fall asleep? I'm... not as fond of the dark. I'm afraid that I'll close my eyes and wake up in this nightmare once more." Reaching out, her hand moved toward him palm-up, as though she wanted nothing more than for him to take it and tell her it was all going to be okay.

His brows furrowed, his heart wrenching for the small woman before him. Breaking his brace to feed her was one thing that Kuznet might possibly overlook if he was feeling benevolent. However, if he took that delicate little hand, there was no telling what he might do to her or him for that matter.

Making up his mind, he pulled up the second chair in the room and scooted near her, though he didn't take her hand. "I can wait with you until you fall asleep, but you know I can't take your hand or we'll be in trouble."

She sighed and withdrew her arm back under the covers. There was silence for a moment before she said, "will you sing me something then?"

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward about singing her to sleep, but after everything that had happened today, she probably deserved a soft melody to drift off to. "Okay." The man thought for a moment, then started to sing. His voice echoed around the prison as though he was in his own little concert hall, his soft, heartfelt voice ringing out clear and beautiful.

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"Please just tell me you're alright... Are you way up in the sky?"

"The light that you left me, helps me to see a way through all the bitterness, a way to who I really want to be..."

He finished up the song quietly, his last words echoing as he watched Sayori. She had fallen asleep near the middle of the song. "Please just tell me you're alright... Are you way up in the sky?"

With that, there was quietness and stillness in the cells, Sabastian quietly grabbing his cuff and taking it with him to his side to set it next to his bed. He could put it back on and glue it into place, but they might think he was trying to be sneaky. As it was, it was better to have it out in the open so they could be aware that he was free. The blonde got into bed and fell asleep shortly after, hoping beyond hope that he would continue his dreamless sleep; he didn't want to share memories with Quint tonight.

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That blush on Lizz's face was adorable. He hadn't seen a blush like that on her face since Tiffany had basically stripped in the auto-shop. It filled him with warmth and sadness to think about it, but the man pushed that thought out of his head as he saw Damaris approach. She was like a goddess of war, beautiful and terrifying.

Maverick frowned at her as the booze was taken from him, though he wasn't truly angry. It was her wine after all, and she hadn't invited him to drink. Regardless, it was irritating the way she was treating him as though he was unwelcome and unwanted. He probably was, but she still didn't have to treat him as though he was shit under her boot just because she was pissed at him from earlier.

"I don't remember you barring me from the party either. How could I resist coming in when there was a warm fire, good company, and dancing involved?" His frown softened into a smile as he looked between them, part of him hoping that they would let him stay. "If I had known it was a "bring your own booze" affair, I would have brought my whiskey." He added, gesturing at the wine.

 

[Drobabes]

Dread. It settled down in his stomach like a cold river stone, and despite how much he wanted to run away, he knew he couldn't.

Open it Quinton. Look what I've brought you.

He didn't want to. He knew what was waiting for him in that box, and he wanted nothing more than to shove it away and never have to look at it again. But...there was the fire. That damn flame that could light him up and snuff him out.

What's in the box, Quinton?

No...stop it! I don't want to look!

Screaming. That was Sayori screaming. She knew what was in there. She had seen.

OPEN IT

He didn't have a choice...oh God, why didn't he have a choice? Why did he have to look?

He sobbed, reaching out and lifting that cardboard once again.

Noo...n-no!

That sadistic laugh, echoing all around him. Mocking him.
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She cocked an eyebrow at him as he mentioned whiskey, her cold mood momentarily forgotten as he had seemingly peeked her interest.

Lizzy, on the other hand, was way too embarrassed to do much more than stand there and be flustered. She had drank most of the wine, and their little impromptu dance session had been a bit more physical than Maverick had seen. To say that she was hot and bothered would have been in understatement, but she didn't dare do anything about it while Maverick was in the room, the little women just a tad to shy with the man that was still more stranger than friend.

"Lizzy," Damaris said, turning to the little women.

"Head to bed. I'll come join you in a bit so that you don't have to sleep alone tonight."

Her tone didn't leave room for argument, although it looked as if Lizzy was very happy to be given the order to leave. She herself didn't think the command was too revealing, hoping it would come off as innocent enough, but she knew what was really waiting for her in that big bed. Or rather-under it.

With a little skip in her step, she smiled and jogged off out of the room and down the hall, going back to singing that same song as she went. When her voice was but an echo in the hall, Damaris turned her gaze back to Maverick.

"So...a whiskey man, are you?" she asked, reaching out and taking the wine for herself before she sat down opposite of him.

"I prefer a good brandy myself, but wine is nice on occasion. It's Lizzy's favourite, so I always make sure to get a new batch started every year."

 

[Poprockz]

What was this? Was it a dream? He watched as Quint stood in his cell, that bastard of an officer threatening him to open the box in front of him. While he didn't know what was in the box, he could feel the dread coming from Quint, and he knew that it was nothing short of horrifying. Sayori's screams seemed to confirm this assumption, Sabastian wishing that there was something he could do to help.

He wasn't sure how he had done it, but he suddenly found himself there in the cell with them, the man clenching his fists as he ran toward Niles and gave him what he deserved: A punch right in his smug fucking face. It knocked the man back into the wall, his face turning to rage as he swung at Sabastian. However, he was able to block his punch easily, side step around the man and leap onto the officer's back, choking him as the man scrabbled to dislodge the little blonde ball of rage that was clinging to his back.

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The man was quiet as Damaris commanded the rosy-cheeked mechanic to go to bed. Two drunk women sleeping in bed together, one of which he knew enjoyed other women... It was something he would enjoy thinking about later. A tiny smirk played at his lips as he watched her go, getting the vibe that maybe Damaris was going to be offering a bit more than comfort tonight. He had a nose for these sorts of things, attuned to the world of kinky happenings himself. Though when Damaris started speaking, his eyes flicked back to her.

"Yep, whiskey burns in just the right way for me. I'm not much of a wine drinker usually, unless I'm drinking it for the flavor or if I want to get laid. After all, I don't want to be so drunk that I fall asleep while things are getting frisky between myself and... whoever it is that I'm with." He liked using a more broad term to describe his partner since while he loved having a woman wrapped around him, pumping into a sweet man's ass was also extremely satisfying, especially if they were vocal. It was a shame that Sabastian was already taken, as he was confident that he could eventually seduce that little man into letting him show him a good time.

He had said all of that casually, as though it was something he talked about normally. He did though, not being one to particularly shy away from sexual topics. Besides, he wasn't ashamed of his cravings, and he really didn't have anything to lose. The man was quiet for a moment before continuing. "Wine for Lizz, huh? You two seem close. I'm glad she was able to get back here." His eyes briefly looked into the fire, remembering how he had met Lizz. She had looked so broken down and alone, seemingly with no one else in this world to be there for her. It was nice that she was at least ending up where she should be.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint was just reaching into the box with shaky hands, his stomach flipping as he tried to pick up the disfigured head, when he heard the scuffle.

He looked up, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief at what he saw. Was that Sabastian?! How did he get in here?

He didn't have much time to think on it, as suddenly the dream version of Niles reached back and grabbed the little man with surprising strength, pulling him off his neck before throwing him to the ground and kicking his ribs hard. Quint flinched, watching that kick, and then anger started to build up in him and replace the fear.

Hey!, he growled, fighting to get back up on his feet. He felt heavy though, as if he were drugged.

Niles bent down then, sneering at Sabastian as he reached towards his neck and cruelly ripped the necklace from his skin once again.

You should be more careful, lab rat. Someone might break your toys.

He turned away from them both, letting the necklace hang from his hand as he whistles nonchalantly, and then...he let it drop in the air. Except that, instead of simply dropping to the ground, the necklace seemed to take on a life of it's own and begin to float away from them and towards the toilet.

Quint watched with apprehension as Niles turned back to Sabastian then, bending down and beginning to choke him as he let out that crazy, twisted laugh. Then his eyes turned back to the necklace as it floated farther and farther away from them.

He didn't know what to do-save his friend? Or save that necklace?

Goddamnit!

Suddenly he found himself on his hands and knees once more, as he struggled to crawl under some unseen pressure.
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His easy chatter about sex didn't even cause her to flick her eyes away from him, simply moving her thumb idly against the wine bottle as she listened. When he looked away into the fire, she took a moment to simply study him.

"Wine for Lizz, huh? You two seem close. I'm glad she was able to get back here."

She looked away then, briefly, as she took a sip of the wine.

"I'm glad you were able to bring her. She hates traveling alone."

Her hand reached up to run her fingers through her hair and push it over her shoulder, and then she looked back to him as she relaxed back into her chair.

"She told me what you did for her; said she couldn't remember how you two met, but she remembers you taking her with you when you realized her truck was broke down. She's very grateful to you. She feels as if you saved her life, and I have to agree."

Damaris reached forward then and placed the bottle of wine within his reach on the table, before she leaned back in the chair again and stared into his eyes.

"Lizzy also said that your friend is in the back of the truck. That burden is on you how you want to handle it, but I can offer my land to you if you wish to put her to rest. Many...people have been sent on from this land..."

Her eyes flick over to the fire then, watching as a log collapses in on itself from where the flames had burned through the middle.

 

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"Fuck!" Sabastian grunted as he was kicked in the ribs, the man curling up in pain. Jesus, was this a dream or real life? He couldn't really tell anymore, all he knew was that both real life and dream Niles were strong. His eyes slightly watering, he glared up at Niles, prepared to get up for a round two when he watched him lean over. A slight pressure was felt on the back of his neck as the man ripped off his pendant.

"No! Give it back! It's all I have left!" Sabastian desperately gasped, struggled to get up, but his body now felt icy and chilly. When did it become this difficult to move? His eyes went to Niles's hand, watching the man let go so it could float its way to the toilet. The man's eyes widened before he glared at the tall man coming back over to him.

"I'll fuck you up, you fucking son of a-" His sentence got cut off as those large hands wrapped around his throat. He gasped and wriggled under the man straddling him. He had never been choked by another man on top of him, but he had to say that it was definitely not on his list of fun activities. The blonde was struggling for air, kicking and scrabbling at his wrists as he tried to free himself.

He realized that in the dream he didn't have his brace on though, so one of his appendages came out and gave the man a hard punch to the side of the face. It still wasn't as strong, but it got the man off of him so he could cough and catch his breath.

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"Hm. She may as well have been alone. I'm afraid I wasn't much in the mood to talk on the way over."

"...she said she couldn't remember how you two met...She's very grateful to you. She feels as if you saved her life, and I have to agree."

He was quiet for a moment. She didn't remember, did she? Well, that was actually pretty convenient for him. Maverick and Tiffany had been falling short on gas, driving past the truck slowly since there was another truck in the middle of the road blocking things. He happened to glance over at her and see her leaning back in her chair. At first he had thought that she was dead with how still she was, but then she had wiped her tears away with her arm.

The man had instructed Tiffany to pull over, the woman narrowing her eyes and saying that they should just leave her since she already had a car and might even have been bitten. He had merely shaken his head and said asked what if it had been Tiffany in that car. Wouldn't she have wanted to be helped? That seemed to make her more amenable, the man having known that deep down, Tiffany wasn't beyond empathy. To lighten the mood, he had simply said, "besides, she's hot so she might be fun, right?"

Jumping out of the car, he had gone to the truck and knocked on her window, the woman looking over at him numbly with a tear-stained face. he then opened her door and offered his hand, saying, "hey there, pouty lips. Wanna come with us?" The woman had nodded with a hollow look in her eyes and let him lead her to their car. Anything of hers he could find, he put it into their truck, coming back and getting in before driving off. Honestly, he thought she was an idiot for not at least questioning them, but at least it had been them picking her up.

Tiffany had taken the wheel, and he had sat in the passenger seat, simply holding Lizz as she intermittently cried and stared numbly out the window. The car had stalled near the auto shop, the man being able to push it into the parking lot before they took refuge there. From there on, Tiffany had slept in her own sleeping bag and Maverick had let Lizz sleep in his. The next day, Lizz seemed to have come back to life a little, the numbness having faded just a bit.

Maverick gave Damaris an easy smile and shrugged, "it's probably Tiffany you should be thanking. She was the one who suggested we pull over and take her. I just agreed because Lizz is a very hot woman. I figured maybe at some point she'd consider letting me put my hands to good use. I'm grateful that you'd let me bury Tiff here though, I know she deserves a proper burial." He knew his mention of Lizz was an inflammatory statement and that Damaris likely wouldn't approve, but that was part of the point. It was what he was used to; making jokes and being crude. It was almost a part he played, liking the reactions he got. At best it attracted people's attention and his boldness got him laid, at worst it made people despise him. He was okay with that though- it wasn't as though he needed Damaris or Lizz. He would be fine by himself.

He didn't reach for the wine bottle, not particularly wanting to spill on himself if she yanked it out of his hands.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint looked over his shoulder, worried about Sabastian, but when he saw him throw that punch with his tentacle, he grinned and turned back to the necklace. With a little more confidence, he forced his body into a faster crawl.

Niles let out a grunt and fell to the side, tumbling onto his back and then reaching up with a hand to hold his face for a brief second. His dark eyes then glared at Sabastian, and, leaning forward a bit, he spat a bit of blood towards the blond.

Weakling, he laughed, his toothy grin stained red with his blood.

You couldn't even stop me from taking your precious locket.
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"I just agreed because Lizz is a very hot woman. I figured maybe at some point she'd consider letting me put my hands to good use."

Damaris looked back to him and let her head fall to the side slightly, a little amused smile touching her lips as she continued to stare at him in quiet contemplation. After a few more moments, she stood and brushed her hair back once again before heading for the hall.

"I hope your sleep is restful, Maverick."

 

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"I guess I'll just have to beat your ass as revenge then, won't I?" Sabastian glared back at him, getting to his feet and bringing out all his tentacles as he once again fell upon Niles, though this time it was himself doing the straddling. He punched the man and tried to pin him down, the officer squirming and batting away his tentacles with an evil glare on his face.

The man spit some more blood into Sabastian's face, the little blonde getting some in his eyes and flinching. Niles took advantage of this and punched him hard in the gut, causing him to fall to the side. This continued, each of them fighting for dominance back and forth viciously. Soon Sabastian was pinned down once more, his hands in fists as their eyes locked.

Niles grinned and leaned down, a crazy look in his eyes, "I'm going to enjoy bringing him in and cutting him up in front of you. How many body parts do you think it will take to be cut off before he begs me to kill you instead?"

Sabastian's face went pale, losing strength as he looked up at the man in horror.

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As she pushed her hair back behind her shoulder, he couldn't help but notice how long and luxurious it was. It probably felt wonderful to run ones fingers through, and it probably also smelled very nice. He wondered if Lizz ever smelled her hair as they got down to some kinky shit, he knew he really enjoyed burying his face in a woman's hair when cuddling after sex. That is, if they liked cuddling.

"I hope your sleep is restful, Maverick."

And then she was just gone.

That was it? No dumping the wine on his head? No slapping him across the face? No indignant scoff and cold glare as she walked off? It made him feel a bit bewildered, the man grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a drink as he tried to wrap his head around her reaction. It was unsettling, the way she had smiled at him and wished him good night. She wasn't planning on killing him in his sleep was she? No, his comment didn't warrant anything that extreme... did it?

He got an image of her standing over him with a shovel, burying his body with Tiffany with a stoic look on her face. Clearing his throat, he tapped his finger against the wine bottle before standing up and setting it down. He didn't really feel like going to sleep yet, the man moving into a chair closer to the fire before simply closing his eyes, resting with that comforting heat nearby. What an odd woman.

 

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He was close, and yet he felt so far away. The necklace was floating over the toilet now, and Quint knew that if he didn't act quick, he was going to lose it. With a growl, he flung one of his tentacles out and grabbed it just as it was falling through the air and right before it hit the water.

Yes!

With the necklace now safely in his grasp, he felt his body be released from that awful, crushing weight that was his dream. He stood up then, and turned around to glare at Niles.

That's right. I bet he'll eve-

His sentence was cut short as Quint's whole body suddenly barreled into him and the two men went tumbling. Niles knocked his head into the side of the wall, and Quint fell on the ground, the necklace dropping and sliding across the concrete a little ways away from Sabastian.

It didn't take Quint long to get back up on his feet, and when he did, he wiped the blood from his chin and looked back at Sabastian. After a brief second of simply looking extremely pissed, his expression melted and turned to huge shit eating grin. He then held up his hand and gave Sabastian a thumbs up.
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Sometime later, though perhaps it felt like no time at all to the man, Maverick would be awakened with a very cold, almost soaking wet, towel being thrown around the back of his neck, and Damaris's taking no shit tone of voice.

"Get up. We have work to do."

She was gone from the room just as quickly as she had shown up, her booted feet stomping down the stairs and towards the front door. The fire had long since burned out, but the morning sun playing through the windows gave just enough light to see by as it slowly peeked over the mountains. The room was now freezing, but the air smelled of fresh brewed coffee.

 

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He was frozen, unable to do anything when suddenly he felt Quint barreling into Niles and freeing him from the officer's grip. Sabastian looked over in surprise to find Niles out cold on the floor, Quint mostly unharmed. His eyes remained frozen on Quint as he got up until he gave him that big grin and a thumbs up. It was almost as if Quint himself was giving off heat, as suddenly Sabastian didn't feel as cold anymore.

Looking over, he saw the locket on the ground, and he reached out for it. Holding it in his hands, he got up and then cradled the locket as though it was one of the most important things in the world. He let out a little laugh of relief and then walked over to Quint, putting his arms around him and giving him a big hug. "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but thank you." His heart swelled with gratitude. He was confused as to whether this was a dream or not, but to hold that locket in his hands even one more time was a special gift. With the warm thought of Vin, the dream started to fade out, dream logic dictating that he wouldn't realize that his new dream was a dream yet.

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Sabastian walked out of the bathroom of the basement, dressed in a lewd little maid costume. While the skirt did come down to just above his knees, it felt lewd as hell without any underwear on. The man's cheeks were red as he crossed his arms with a scowl and came closer to Vin who was sitting on the bed.

"Why do I have to wear this?" He asked grumpily, avoiding Vin's eyes.

Vin looked him up and down and gave him a teasing smile, "because it's cute and because I asked you to. You don't like it?"

Sabastian shook his head, "It's way too fucking embarrassing. I'm going to change." He was secretly pleased Vin liked it, but he really didn't think he could take the embarrassment of wearing it for the man. Upon turning around, he suddenly felt himself being pulled back, twisting around and landing on Vin's lap on his stomach. The taller man grinned and reached under his skirt, kneading his ass gently with his large, callused hand.

"Are you really going to take it off when I asked you not to?" Vin's low voice warned with amusement.

The little blonde nodded and huffed, "Yeah, if you want a maid, then hire one!"

His protest was simply met with a chuckle as vin squeezed his ass, making Sabastian pant slightly. "Maybe I should remind you of what happens when you're not being a good boy." With that, Vin's hand came back slightly and smacked Sabastian's ass. He gasped and let out a little whimper, already extremely turned on by this dream.

The next thing he knew, each of his limbs was tied to a bedpost, a blindfold on as Vin looked hungrily at his body. He could feel Vin's gaze on himself and it only made him hornier for the man.

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"Shit!" Maverick hissed and jumped up from the chair, looking around wildly and wrenching the towel off of his neck. His eyes fixed on Damaris's retreating back and he simply stared in shock as she left, the man taking a few moments to realize what it was that she had said. A shiver went down his spine from the cold, and he reached up to rub his jaw as he looked around. He seemed to have fallen asleep without noticing.

Sighing, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He needed to take a leak, the man walking down the hall and going to the bathroom Damaris had pointed out. Once that was taken care of, he zipped up, washed his hands, and went downstairs, wondering why it was she woke him up so early and so rudely for that matter. Perhaps this was revenge for what he had said last night, or maybe it was just payment for having spent the night before he went.

Whatever the case might have been, he wandered into the kitchen, the smell of coffee luring him in.

 

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Quint didn't mind the sudden hug at all, and although it was difficult to tell if it was real or a dream, he was just grateful that the necklace had been returned to it's proper owner and that Niles had gotten what he deserved. His eyes had just started to wonder back to the box when suddenly the scene shifted and he found himself... sitting in a closet? Yup, definitely a closet-the smell of mothballs and old dust was unmistakable.

"Yeah, if you want a maid, then hire one!"

"Hmm?"

He looked through the small gap in the door and saw... Holy shit, was that Sabastian in a maid outfit?

His hands flew to his mouth, trying to cover it up before his laughter was heard. Although, the next thing he knew, Vin had the little blond over his lap and suddenly this wasn't so funny anymore. Oh god, now they were on the bed, and Quint knew that if this went any further he wasn't going to like sitting in that closet, feeling the blonds attraction and lust through their link.

He had to do something, but what? Suddenly a flash of red cloth caught his eye, and when he moved the suit over that was in front of it, he grinned.

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Just as it seemed to Vin was about to make his move, another weight could be felt on the bed. The long haired dom would then look up to find a man in a Deadpool costume, laying sprawled out on the bed next to Sabastian with his head propped up on his hand. In a very smooth and cool tone- https://youtu.be/Vp4sR6Qft8g , Quint said,

"Hey. How's it going? Names Quinton Bluefield. Oh, don't mind me, please...finish what you were doing."
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Lizzy was there in the kitchen, drinking the rest of her cup of coffee and then pouring boiling water from a pan over another filter into a large container to make some more. Her eyes spotted Maverick, and a smile lit up her face.

"Morning!" she said with cheer, seemingly being in a much better mood. Once she had brewed some fresh coffee, she grabbed another cup and poured him a glass, walking over to him with it and sipping on her own second cup as she did so.

"Right, so, Damaris wants you to start with feeding the chickens, and then the hogs. Then we'll hike up to the emu's cage and drop some food for them, and then we need to go clean the horse stalls before we pump the well to water the plants. Oh," she said, pausing from her quick talking and taking a sip of her still too hot coffee.

"Have you ever spent any time around horses? If you haven't, then I should probably come out there with you."

 

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Vin's warm hand had been traveling tantalizingly down his chest, just reaching his lower abdomen when he felt that second weight on the bed, the little man becoming slightly confused. There really shouldn't have been anyone other than himself and Vin in that room.

"Hey. How's it going? Names Quinton Blue field. Oh, don't mind me, please...finish what you were doing."

Sabastian froze for a moment, recognizing that voice and realizing the situation he was in. He knew that was Quinton's voice, and that he was now laying nearby on the bed while he was tied up, in a maid's costume no less. The blonde turned bright red and it was possible for him to shrink into the bed, he would have. "V-V-Vin! Take off my blindfold!" The man obliged, moving Sabastian's blindfold up and off of his face.

The blonde's eyes fixed upon Quint in the deadpool costume and he simply stared for a moment with a horrified expression, not quite sure how to proceed. He had literally been caught with his pants down. His mouth came open slightly, but no words came out; the little blonde at a loss for how the hell he was going to ever address what was going on.

Vin in the dream appraised Quint for a moment as though it was the most normal thing in the world before looking back at Sabastian. "Did you invite a unicorn into the bedroom without telling me? You're being awfully naughty today, Bastian. I'm game though, as long as you're the cream filling." The long-haired man grinned down at him, and Sabastian couldn't tell whether he was joking or whether he was actually down for that.

"Sh-sh-shut up, Vin!" Sabastian hissed, wanting to know whether one could actually die from embarrassment. Maybe he would be the first. "Untie me!" He had a little struggle, not remembering that he had superior strength and therefore not being able to dislodge the silky ropes.

Vin's grin only grew wider as he nipped Sabastian's ear before replying, "now why would I do that? You're just so cute when you're flustered." He reached down, teasingly rubbing Sabastian's leg near his knee, just at the edge of his skirt. It just made him that much more flustered, not wanting Vin to slip his hand up further- not in front of Quint at least.

He knew he wasn't going to get any help from Vin, so Sabastian turned his jeweled eyes to Quint. "Can you please untie me right this fucking second?!"

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Maverick simply stared at Lizz with a deadpan expression, taking his cup of coffee and not saying a single word. He wasn't processing all of this shit that he supposedly had to do, and he had never dealt with farm animals in his life. Why the fuck did they even have an emu? Did it lay eggs or was it just there for meat? Was there a trick to feeding animals, or did one just fucking chuck food at them?

On a second note, how the hell was Lizz so chipper so early in the morning? He considered himself a morning person, but he preferred being up at 8, not the ass-crack of dawn. The man couldn't fathom how in the hell she was so bubbly when she and Damaris had probably had extremely kinky sex all through the night. Damn. He hadn't even jerked off last night. He would have to remedy that later this evening.

Taking a sip of coffee, he looked out the window before looking back at Lizz. "I have no idea what you just said, but I'm half awake and have never even seen farm animals up close in my life. Why am I even doing this, by the way? Is this payment for staying the night, or is she just pissed that I drank some of her wine?" He rubbed his temples with one hand, sighing as he acclimated to being up so early.

 

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The strange and uncomfortable horniness they shared through the link gave way to horrified embarrassment, and Quint felt himself struggling not to shake the bed with his barely contained laughter. Under the mask, his grin was wide and his eyes kept going from Vin's face, to Sabastian's face, and then back. It was still really hard to tell if it was a dream or not, but if it wasn't, then Quint thought to himself that this might have possibly been one of the best pranks he had pulled in a long time.

"Can you please untie me right this fucking second?!"

He reached up with one of his tentacles and pulled his mask off, and then he gave Sabastian that full grin.

"Now why would I do that? You seem like you're really enjoying yourself! Please, don't let me bother you."
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"Mm" Lizz said, her mouth still full of coffee as she shook her head.

"She's not mad. She just wants us to do our share of the work while we stay here. And besides, the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can par-ty!"

With her cup in one hand, and her free hand going up to wave in the air, Lizz let her hips sway from side to side as she half danced, half walked by him and towards the door.

"Hurry up and drink your coffee, then meet me out back. I'll grab the wagon and start loading the food."

 

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He looked at Quint in disbelief and then glared at him, "I'm not fucking enjoying myself!"

"You're not?" Vin looked slightly hurt, though Sabastian wasn't able to catch the wink Vin gave Quint.

Sabastian backpaddled a little bit in panic, "I mean, I am- I was. You're great, Vin and I really-" He glanced at Quint and then back to Vin. "-enjoy your company!"

"Just my company?" The man slipped his hand up a little higher on Sabastian's thigh, just inside the end of the skirt, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder before going to nibble on his ear.

The little blonde man continued to burn bright, squirming slightly as he felt that hand get closer to his groin. He thought to himself that if he could get out of this situation without Vin stroking his dick in front of Quint, then he would be a lucky man. He looked back at Quint and hissed, "I swear to god Quint, if you don't untie me, I'm going to-to..." the man sputtered, trying to think of what he would do. He was so flustered that he wasn't entirely at his most intellectual.

"What are you going to do, Bastian?" Vin breathed into his ear, making him shiver. "I haven't even put the vibe in your-"

"NO! No, that's enough of that! We don't-we don't need to talk about that sort of thing right now!" Sabastian struggled once more, panting from the effort and having a look on his face like he had showed up in the middle of the city completely naked. He thought to himself that maybe he should just go into the hills after this and become a hermit so he could escape the shame of this encounter.

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He continued to stare at her as she talked, watching her as she quickly headed out the door with her coffee. "Hold on a second, who said I was-" And she was gone. He sighed, "-staying."

Damn it all, why the hell did he have to stay and do farm work if he was leaving later today? Wasn't Damaris perfectly capable of doing all of this herself? Was he just irritable because it was early morning and he hadn't finished his coffee? Maybe that was part of it, but he was still annoyed that he was being made to do additional work. He almost felt like that stone-faced woman was trying to take advantage of him so she and Lizz could turn in earlier.

"Fuck it," he muttered under his breath, taking a drink of coffee. It was still hot, but he was able to down the whole cup without burning himself. Setting the cup in the sink, he begrudgingly walked outside to find Lizz. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, and he was already up thanks to that cold towel that woman had awoken him with (which he still thought was a dick move). She had been amenable to letting him stay the night, so perhaps a day of work would be enough to compensate her for the food and shelter, and for allowing Tiffany to be buried there, most of all.

Arriving outside, he squinted and looked around, shivering from the cold before rubbing his muscled arms.

 

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Quint's stupid grin only grew more annoying as he caught the wink, and then he watched with immense satisfaction as Sabastian squirmed, feeling just a little bit vindicated for his own embarrassment at having had to feel that intense lust.

"I swear to god Quint, if you don't untie me, I'm going to-to..."

"You're going to what? Toss me like a redwood tree? You know, I wonder if Fran would get a good laugh out of this. Oh! Or Sayori!"

The blond seemed to be too distracted by whatever Vin was whispering in his ear to hear what he was saying, and his sudden angry blush that was creeping down his neck finally earned a bit of Quint's sympathy. Along with a whole lot of mirth.

Finally feeling just a tad bad for the little blond, and knowing he had thoroughly ruined the mood, Quint sat up and untied one of his wrists. And then...he hopped out of that bed and got a running headstart, no doubt in his mind that Sabastian was going to come after him with revenge fresh on his mind.
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Lizz was dragging a large cart over to a little building, and once there, she unlocked the door and swung it open wide, giving her plenty of room for the cart. Inside, there were stacks of hay, many large metal barrels with lids, and large ceramic pots that seemed to be upwards of fifty gallons or so. Looking back over her shoulder, she gave him a huge grin.

"Well come on. Best way to warm up is to just start working."

With that being said, she went inside and started to open the containers, filling some buckets that she had in the cart with the various different grain feeds.

"I'll need your help lifting the hay bales, I'm not as strong as Damaris."

 

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It was almost as though a spell had been lifted. As soon as he had been given indirect permission from Quint to untie himself, his ability to use his strength returned, the man breaking off the rope on his other wrist and ripping the ones off his legs as Quint retreated.

"Oh you better fucking run!" Sabastian hissed as he jumped out of the bed like an angry cat, taking a shortcut by jumping off the end of the bed. He ran after Quint, although he could only run so fast without his skirt fluttering up, so he had to run while holding his skirt down. Quint had just gotten to the head of the stairs when Sabastian lunged at him, catching him just as he opened the door at the top. They fell to the floor, Sabastian on top of Quint.

Recovering quickly, he pinned the man down, straddling his torso and holding him down by his wrists. Thankfully for both of them, Sabastian wasn't sitting on Quint without underwear on, and his junk was hidden by the skirt itself. The angry little blonde glared down at him and leaned forward a bit. "I swear to god, Quint. If you ever speak a word of this to anyone, I'm going to..." He thought for a moment, trying to find a suitable punishment. "I'll think about nothing but Vin's dick all day!"

There. That should do it.

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"Yeah, yeah..." he grumbled, trudging over to her. Though, the bit about Damaris being able to lift the hay bales interested him. If she was able to do so, then she certainly had some good muscle, and probably good form as well seeing as she hadn't thrown her back out from it. Imagining her lifting hay bales, sweat glistening off her body, it was a comforting thought this early in the morning, and it improved his mood slightly.

Directed by Lizz, he lifted the hay bales and followed her instructions, taking them where they needed to go for her. Honestly, he needed someone to give him directions since he had no idea what he was doing. He wished they had gloves for this sort of thing, not liking the fact that he may end up getting calluses on his smooth masseuse hands. Still, she was right in saying that he indeed felt warmer once he started to work with the woman.

As they worked, he glanced up at her and said, "you know I'm not staying, right? I'm heading off later today."

 

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He heard that angry voice behind him and, just as he often did with Cora, made the deadly mistake of taking the time to look back over his shoulder. Except that this time, instead of his eyes widening in fear, they scrunched up as he saw the way Sabastian had to hold that skirt down as he ran.

His steps faltered as he suddenly let loose with a loud laugh. It was just enough time for him to lose the headstart he had gained, and although he tried to reach out for the door, Sabastian caught him before he could even look down the stairs.

Falling to the ground with an 'oof!', he soon found the little blond straddling him with a look of pure rage in his eyes. It should have scared Quint, but honestly, no one could scare him as much as his sister could.

"I'll think about nothing but Vin's dick all day!"

"Oh yeah?" he said, lifting his head off the ground a bit with a challenging look.

"Well two can play at that game! And I bet I've got more experience than you!"

Laughter suddenly filled the room, both from Cora and Sarah's own musical voice. Suddenly the lighting in the room changed to soft and dim, and the temperature became comfortably warm.

"You know Quint, if I wasn't so sure you were straight, I might be feeling a little jealous right now."

Quint looked over, and there, sitting on his king size bed was Cora, Sarah, and Bowie. The women both had a cup of wine in their hands, and Sarah was giving them both a soft smile. She moves her free hand out to the edge of the bed before patting it.

"Come up here you two, that floor can't be comfortable."

Suddenly Quint found himself standing next to Sabastian rather than lying on the ground being pinned by him. His eyes were glued on Sarah, and he had a sad look on his face.

"Come on sweety," she said, holding her hand out for him to take, and then pulling him up onto the soft mattress.

"Drink some wine with me. Tell me what's wrong."

Cora looked over at Sabastian, and Bowie, who had been wrapped around her shoulders, lifted his little head and flicked his tongue at him. She then lifted her hand and offered him the wine glass, gesturing for him to come join them.
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Lizzy was throwing some of the grains over the side of the fencing for the hogs, petting their ears as they came up close. She had a pleasant smile on her face as she watched them eat, but it dropped when Maverick spoke up and said he would be leaving. Looking up at him, a stunned sadness settled over her face and she turned away from the animals.

"Wha...what? Why? Maverick, it's fucking dangerous out there! I know Damaris can be harsh, but she does care. She just... isn't very good at showing it... And she doesn't want you to leave, she doesn't mind if you stay if you need to, I promise!"

Were there tears starting to form in her eyes? She barely knew the man, and yet, the thought of him leaving filled her with dread for some reason, some reason that she couldn't explain. Perhaps she was simply scared of losing another friend.

 

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"Oh yeah? Well two can play at that game! And I bet I've got more experience than you!"

Sabastian got a baffled look on his face, having interpreted that to mean that he was going to think about Vin's dick right back. Was Quint implying that he had more experience thinking about dick? That couldn't be right. Maybe he meant that he would just imagine boning a woman all day long. Ew. That sounded gross. He opened his mouth to express this when he heard a woman speak.

Looking up, he recognized her from Quint's other dreams and realized that she must be Sarah. A moment later, he found himself standing by no will of his own, the dream simply guiding him to do so. He could feel sadness start to emanate from Quint, and his own face became somewhat hesitant. It wasn't clear what was going on, but he knew he was happy to see Cora and Bowie, but slightly guilty at the same time.

He avoided Cora's eyes, but came forward, taking the wine and taking several gulps. It didn't seem to change much, the blonde not getting the usual effect it might have had. He wished it would have gotten him a little drunk as he sat on the bed, feeling a bit awkward with this situation.

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The man listened to the woman, his face not giving her much of an inkling to what he was thinking. Everything Lizz was saying right now was in reference to Damaris rather than herself, as though she was trying to convince him that the other woman valued him and cared about his wellbeing. He had no doubt that Damaris wasn't a heartless monster, but she was predominantly pragmatic rather than sentimental. If she wanted him to stay, it was for reasons regarding his usefulness rather than his character.

To be honest, Damaris had the right idea. Distrusting him was the right move on her part as he was both a stranger, and someone who had no qualms about saving someone simply based on sexual attraction (based on what he had told her at least). Of the two, Damaris seemed to have her head in the right mindset more so than Lizz, and that made him feel better about leaving Lizz with her. He wasn't a knight in shining armor here to stay and protect the damsels from harm, he was a regular joe simply passing through.

Sighing, he crossed his arms. "Lizz. You barely know me, and she knows me even less. I don't think you can really speak for her either. Besides, I need to go out and find myself a hottie. Otherwise it'll be me and my hand for the rest of my days, and I'd rather not live like that if I can help it." He gave her a playful grin and turned away from her, lifting another bale and situating it where he had been directed. It was a bit of a dick move deflecting her with that sort of talk, but it was fine. It would do the job.

 

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The dream version of Cora didn't say anything, nor did she seem to acknowledge his hesitance. She simply reached up and unwrapped Bowie from around her shoulders, and then placed the snake in Sabastian's lap.

"I miss you..." Quint said, crossing his legs as he sat across from Sarah.

"I...I'm pretty sure I'm just dreaming right now, but I miss you so much..."

Sarah didn't say anything, but she reached up to stroke his cheek gently, and let him lay his hand over hers.

"I wanted to see you again but he wouldn't let me. And then Niles..."

"Tell me Quinton. You can tell me anything, Quint, even if it hurts me to hear it."

The man looked down, not being able to look in her eyes.

"Niles...he took your head, and he showed me. He made me open that box, and you were looking at me..."

"But that wasn't me, was it?"

Quint started crying, closing his eyes and shaking his head. The next thing he knew, Sarah was pulling him down against her chest.

"You know Cora was only protecting herself."

"I know" Quint whined, his hands coming up to grip her shirt gently.

"And if you were still in there, I wouldn't have wanted you to see."

"And he can't use me against you anymore, now can he?"

His shoulders shook, but he simply nodded, not being able to speak anymore. Next to Sabastian, Cora suddenly reached out and gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder.

"It'll be okay, Sabastian" she said.

"Now go on. Go dream of something happier."
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She stared at him, a bit shocked, and then her hands balled up into little fists and she turned back to the cart. Instead of using the scoop to pick the grains up, she lifted the whole container with a heave and then dropped the whole bucket over the fence. Once it was out of her hands, she turned and started stomping down the hill, only giving him a little glare and a few heated words before she passed him.

"Fine, if sex is so important to you, then go get yourself killed. At least you'll be having fun, right?"

 

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Sabastian simply listened to Quint and Sarah's conversation, accepting the danger noodle into his lap and letting him slither up his arm and to the other side. It sounded like Quint really missed her, his wife. Even if Quint wasn't broadcasting his feelings to him, he would probably have been sad anyway watching her comfort him. Though she might have been a dream version of Sarah, he hoped she gave Quint a little bit of closure.

He was also grateful that Cora was quiet, the man not really wanting to talk to her all that much. There was too much guilt on his conscience to have a good conversation, so he simply sought comfort in her presence. Despite his letter, he truly thought of her as a close friend, and he was glad for the chance to see her again since he likely would never see her in real life in the future.

"It'll be okay, Sabastian... Now go on. Go dream of something happier."

"How do I..?"

The dream suddenly started to fade out, Sabastian not really knowing how to control things. The next thing he knew, he was on stage at the base.

"Woah-woah-oh, it's always a good time!" Looking over, he saw Cora standing next to him on the stage and he smiled, the excitement of the performance and the happiness of singing with her coming back to him.

He raised the microphone a bit. "Good morning and gooood niiiight"

And then her clear, melodic voice called back, "I wake up at the twiiiiliiiight."

Both of them joined in harmony on the line, "it's gunna be aaaall right! We don't even have to try, it's always a good time!"

Sabastian remembered Jesse on the drums, her dad and Bernard on their own instruments. Glancing over, he saw Tommy and Vin in the wings, that hot voodoo outfit on him. It was dark and the air was cool, the crowd jumping and waving their glowsticks as they sang along with the chorus.

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He didn't answer her, simply watching her stomp away. It made him feel a bit bad since she obviously was kind-hearted enough to care for an acquaintance's well-being. Still, Damaris would take care of her, and that was enough for him. The man didn't quite know what he was supposed to do now that she had stomped away though. He supposed he'd finish with a couple hay bales and then head back inside for a glass of water while she calmed down.

The moving of the hay bales went by in a jiffy, the man then wiping his hands on his pants and heading inside. The man went to the kitchen and took out a glass, filling it up with water before taking a drink.

Glancing over, he noticed Cody wander in, the big dog noticing him as well and wagging his butt-nub upon the sight of the man. Maverick gave him a little smile and said, "Lizz isn't happy with me. Maybe I'm just as stubborn as your mom. What do you think?"