Don't Run from Me [Clockwise Dream]
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Somewhere not too far from the bar, Samael sighed cracking his neck before frowning darkly at the clock, the ticking machine informing him that he was already half an hour late for the start of his shift. Muttering something equally dark under his breath, the young man redirected his frown towards the notebook in front of him and the mass of complicated questions still waiting for him there. ''Shit'', he cursed, taking a sip of the water left for him at the edge of the table by his mother, before he threw himself back into his homework. Usually, he had no problem with finishing all of his chores, including his school work, on time, freeing his nights for work and his morning for sleep. He had, however, not expected for his professor to get sick one week and double his work load for the other in order to make up for that, leaving the whole of his class, including him, slaving over their notebooks until late into the night.
''Just a little bit more'', he muttered under his breath, trying to force himself to stay focused as he worked. Five more questions and he would be free of this hell and only an hour and some minutes late. ''Come one'', he gritted his teeth trying to force his brain to understand numbers better and do calculations faster. ''Damn it!'', he cursed as he finished, only to see that somewhere along the way he had made a mistake and thus gotten a wrong result.
Down in the bar, Samael's father too stared at the clock, wondering if his firstborn would be making it downstairs at all. He did not need his help, not really, despite being a little bit closer to a hundred than he would like (it was a joke in their family, the fact that both of them, his wife and him, only acknowledged the numbers one and a hundred as relevant, placing the ages of everybody in their family according to that), but he knew his older son was stubborn, maybe even as stubborn as himself in some ways, and that meant he would work himself to the bone over the courses he took for nothing more than to please him, and then still come down to the bar and help him work. For that reason only he hoped Samael would either finish with his school work soon or not at all.
''The youngling's working hard at it again?'', one of his friends asked, already knowing as well as he did that the only reason Samael wouldn't be behind the bar on his working day was that there was something school related keeping him away from the bar.
''Yes'', he answered, a proud smile tugging at the very corner of his lips, before it suddenly disappeared as he frowned at the door hidden in the darkness on the other end of the room. Coming through it was a man familiar yet not to him. One of Samael's customers, he thought as the man approached, his body a wreck, his clothes ruined. The one which he had become friendly with.
The one he did not like from the beginning, he though, his teeth on edge as the man collapsed in the farthest corner of his bar. He looked unwell and something was definitely wrong with him. The same, however, could be said for many of the people currently populating other dark corners of his bar, and a feeling in his gut about this man and his son was not enough for him to break his bar rules over. He thus approached, though with a blank expression on his face.
''What are you drinking?'', he asked gruffly as he stood above the man. Whether he was drinking was not even a question, not with him looking like this.
@Trahnael: Idk why but I thought I start this with a bit of Samael's father and then drag Samael down when Deith's already pleanty drunk. I'm also trying to figure out how Samael's dad would feel about Deith since he is supposed to help Samael with freaking out later
''Just a little bit more'', he muttered under his breath, trying to force himself to stay focused as he worked. Five more questions and he would be free of this hell and only an hour and some minutes late. ''Come one'', he gritted his teeth trying to force his brain to understand numbers better and do calculations faster. ''Damn it!'', he cursed as he finished, only to see that somewhere along the way he had made a mistake and thus gotten a wrong result.
Down in the bar, Samael's father too stared at the clock, wondering if his firstborn would be making it downstairs at all. He did not need his help, not really, despite being a little bit closer to a hundred than he would like (it was a joke in their family, the fact that both of them, his wife and him, only acknowledged the numbers one and a hundred as relevant, placing the ages of everybody in their family according to that), but he knew his older son was stubborn, maybe even as stubborn as himself in some ways, and that meant he would work himself to the bone over the courses he took for nothing more than to please him, and then still come down to the bar and help him work. For that reason only he hoped Samael would either finish with his school work soon or not at all.
''The youngling's working hard at it again?'', one of his friends asked, already knowing as well as he did that the only reason Samael wouldn't be behind the bar on his working day was that there was something school related keeping him away from the bar.
''Yes'', he answered, a proud smile tugging at the very corner of his lips, before it suddenly disappeared as he frowned at the door hidden in the darkness on the other end of the room. Coming through it was a man familiar yet not to him. One of Samael's customers, he thought as the man approached, his body a wreck, his clothes ruined. The one which he had become friendly with.
The one he did not like from the beginning, he though, his teeth on edge as the man collapsed in the farthest corner of his bar. He looked unwell and something was definitely wrong with him. The same, however, could be said for many of the people currently populating other dark corners of his bar, and a feeling in his gut about this man and his son was not enough for him to break his bar rules over. He thus approached, though with a blank expression on his face.
''What are you drinking?'', he asked gruffly as he stood above the man. Whether he was drinking was not even a question, not with him looking like this.
@Trahnael: Idk why but I thought I start this with a bit of Samael's father and then drag Samael down when Deith's already pleanty drunk. I'm also trying to figure out how Samael's dad would feel about Deith since he is supposed to help Samael with freaking out later
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Deith raised his head, trying to look not as wasted as he has been. He showed no pain on his face, actually, it was all hidden deep inside, and he propped himself up with his elbows on the bar, pushing his hair all the way back once before looking at the bartender.
He recognized Samael's father pretty well. He was glad it was him that faced him today. But at the same time, Deith wanted to whine like a little child about why Samael wasn't here. He was so conflicted.
"Your creation, please," he spoke, and his voice came out hoarse and exhausted. "A Demon... P-Please."
@Clockwise Dream - I like it :)
He recognized Samael's father pretty well. He was glad it was him that faced him today. But at the same time, Deith wanted to whine like a little child about why Samael wasn't here. He was so conflicted.
"Your creation, please," he spoke, and his voice came out hoarse and exhausted. "A Demon... P-Please."
@Clockwise Dream - I like it :)
He should have known that would be the answer, really, the older man though, looking down at the pale, shaking mess which was the man leaning against his bar, not only because of that, but also considering the fact that that had been exactly what he had done last time. He was again conflicted, for a moment, considering everything from his son to his rules, but in the end he reached for a glass by his side and started mixing the dark liquor with speed and precision that would take even his talented son a few more years to master. Rules were rules, he thought, and world view world view. He would not step over his, he decided, pushing the glass towards the man, simply because he was a little worried about what was still nothing at all.
''Here'', he said in the end, his face neutral on the whole, but with a slight frown working between his eyebrows. He wasn't sure what it was about the man that made him uneasy. He had, after all, taught his boys to be accepting, to be mindful of the fact that not all those leaving on the Island have had happy lives before. He had taught them to be kind and help those who needed help but to also be mindful of the pride of those they helped.
He really couldn't start acting differently, he thought, looking at the man, or blame anyone but himself if he wished for someone to blame, now that Samael seemed to have found a friend in someone just like that, he decided in the end, a small, proud smile appearing at his lips at the thought, before disappearing again.
He would keep an eye on the man still, if for nothing than for the fact that it seemed like he was looking to get epically drunk, once again.
@Trahnael: Glad to hear so :D I think I finally worked my way around why Samael's dad wouldn't as a parent forbid Samael to step out of the house ever again once the revaluations come about xD
''Here'', he said in the end, his face neutral on the whole, but with a slight frown working between his eyebrows. He wasn't sure what it was about the man that made him uneasy. He had, after all, taught his boys to be accepting, to be mindful of the fact that not all those leaving on the Island have had happy lives before. He had taught them to be kind and help those who needed help but to also be mindful of the pride of those they helped.
He really couldn't start acting differently, he thought, looking at the man, or blame anyone but himself if he wished for someone to blame, now that Samael seemed to have found a friend in someone just like that, he decided in the end, a small, proud smile appearing at his lips at the thought, before disappearing again.
He would keep an eye on the man still, if for nothing than for the fact that it seemed like he was looking to get epically drunk, once again.
@Trahnael: Glad to hear so :D I think I finally worked my way around why Samael's dad wouldn't as a parent forbid Samael to step out of the house ever again once the revaluations come about xD
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It did not take too long until Deith found the glass of the dark drink in his sight, with his eyes lowered to the surface of the counter the whole time. It's been a while, but he's never forgotten the feeling the Demon brought. "Thank you," he muttered, but his voice came out way too soft that it was probably inaudible. He held the glass and immediately took a huge swig.
It burned his mouth and throat, having attempted to gulp the whole thing down at once again, but he didn't react as shocked as the first time, and was able to calmly put the glass back down in the bar.
"Uh... Sir, where's Samael?" he asked, raising his head for once before Samael's father could turn away. It's not like he wanted to bother the guy, it just felt strange that Deith was drinking, and Samael wasn't the one giving him the drinks.
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It burned his mouth and throat, having attempted to gulp the whole thing down at once again, but he didn't react as shocked as the first time, and was able to calmly put the glass back down in the bar.
"Uh... Sir, where's Samael?" he asked, raising his head for once before Samael's father could turn away. It's not like he wanted to bother the guy, it just felt strange that Deith was drinking, and Samael wasn't the one giving him the drinks.
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The older man took one look at the way this pale shaking mess, as he was now referring to his son's friend for he had not heard or had forgotten his name, had drank all of Demon in one gulp, and for a moment, involuntarily, he looked impressed. He had not seen anybody do that and stay upright in a long, long time. Plus the last time it had happen it was him himself drinking the glass and he was much younger than he was now.
''Studying'', he said gruffly in the end, already staring to prepare another glass before the man could even think to ask for it. ''He will be down soon, probably'', he added, knowing that his son was not the type to be defeated by homework, as well as being aware that he also though that his old man was too old for working the bar alone.
Upstairs in the apartment, Samael was a moment away form tearing his hair out, but was also down to the last two questions of his work.
''Studying'', he said gruffly in the end, already staring to prepare another glass before the man could even think to ask for it. ''He will be down soon, probably'', he added, knowing that his son was not the type to be defeated by homework, as well as being aware that he also though that his old man was too old for working the bar alone.
Upstairs in the apartment, Samael was a moment away form tearing his hair out, but was also down to the last two questions of his work.
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Deith would admit it though, drinking the Demon down that fast somehow managed to make his head spin already. But the feeling was different from drinking more of the strong liquid for a longer time, which he was able to handle.
"Oh," he muttered. "He's... always working hard..." His eyes now focused on the man's hands as they prepared another batch of the drink, but they soon wandered to his face as Deith internally laughed at himself, thinking it must have been so obvious that he wanted to get intoxicated.
He just wished they'd throw him out when he gets drunk. He really didn't want to stay here by then. He wanted to wreck himself further and this was him not thinking right because... because he's lost his mind already, three days ago, and it was probably impossible to get a fix. But knowing the father and son by now, there was no room for hope that he'll be able to get out of here while still numb and out. Seriously, why did they have to be so kind..?
"Oh," he muttered. "He's... always working hard..." His eyes now focused on the man's hands as they prepared another batch of the drink, but they soon wandered to his face as Deith internally laughed at himself, thinking it must have been so obvious that he wanted to get intoxicated.
He just wished they'd throw him out when he gets drunk. He really didn't want to stay here by then. He wanted to wreck himself further and this was him not thinking right because... because he's lost his mind already, three days ago, and it was probably impossible to get a fix. But knowing the father and son by now, there was no room for hope that he'll be able to get out of here while still numb and out. Seriously, why did they have to be so kind..?
''Indeed'', Samael's father said, finishing the glass he had set out to make and placing it slowly in front of the other man. He could see already that he would not be leaving his bar tonight, not if he himself, or his son he assumed, had anything to say about it, and though tall, the other man looked slim, and would be too drunk by the time it would come to that to put up a fight anyway.
''Spare room's taken'', the older man said gruffly as he turned to make drinks for some of his friends. ''So if any of you bastards get too drunk tonight, you're sleeping on the floor'', he huffed, and the bunch of them laughed, despite knowing he was not joking. Samael might be the one to give his bed to someone like the still pale, still shaking mess on the end of the bar, but he himself was not. Besides, all of them were home tonight, Michael returning from the dorms for his bi-weekly visit as it was demanded by his mother so it was not like even Samael could do again what he had done last time, as there would be no empty bed for him to crash into this time. Well what he could or would do didn't matter really. The bunch of them was warned and the a random customer getting too drunk to be taken home did not happen too often so one, he thought, should really fill that quota for tonight.
Some half an hour later, Samael finally sighed with relief as he pushed himself away from his desk, closing the book and notebook he had been working with with a little bit too much force. ''Finally done?'', his brother asked as he past by his door. ''Yes'', he answered, cracking his too stiff neck and shoulders, already dressed for the evening behind the bar.
''And where do you think you're going?'', his mother stops him just as he was about to escape however. ''Hah, busted'', Michael laughed as their mother proceeded to scold Samael for trying to leave for the bar without dinner, before suddenly turning towards him too and telling him not to tease his brother and go take he dishes out of dishwasher now.
''Yeah, so busted'', Samael laughed at his little brother, messing his hair as he passed him some twenty minutes more again, dinner safely tucked away in his belly. Running down the stairs, he finally burst into the bar and was just about to call out for his old men when he suddenly saw he was sitting-or well hanging onto-the end of the bar.
''Deith?'', he asked, titling his head in surprise.
@Trahnael: I fast forwarded a bit hope you don't mind. I think I gave Deith enough time to get sufficiently drunk considering there are no sober up breaks with Samael's dad xD
''Spare room's taken'', the older man said gruffly as he turned to make drinks for some of his friends. ''So if any of you bastards get too drunk tonight, you're sleeping on the floor'', he huffed, and the bunch of them laughed, despite knowing he was not joking. Samael might be the one to give his bed to someone like the still pale, still shaking mess on the end of the bar, but he himself was not. Besides, all of them were home tonight, Michael returning from the dorms for his bi-weekly visit as it was demanded by his mother so it was not like even Samael could do again what he had done last time, as there would be no empty bed for him to crash into this time. Well what he could or would do didn't matter really. The bunch of them was warned and the a random customer getting too drunk to be taken home did not happen too often so one, he thought, should really fill that quota for tonight.
Some half an hour later, Samael finally sighed with relief as he pushed himself away from his desk, closing the book and notebook he had been working with with a little bit too much force. ''Finally done?'', his brother asked as he past by his door. ''Yes'', he answered, cracking his too stiff neck and shoulders, already dressed for the evening behind the bar.
''And where do you think you're going?'', his mother stops him just as he was about to escape however. ''Hah, busted'', Michael laughed as their mother proceeded to scold Samael for trying to leave for the bar without dinner, before suddenly turning towards him too and telling him not to tease his brother and go take he dishes out of dishwasher now.
''Yeah, so busted'', Samael laughed at his little brother, messing his hair as he passed him some twenty minutes more again, dinner safely tucked away in his belly. Running down the stairs, he finally burst into the bar and was just about to call out for his old men when he suddenly saw he was sitting-or well hanging onto-the end of the bar.
''Deith?'', he asked, titling his head in surprise.
@Trahnael: I fast forwarded a bit hope you don't mind. I think I gave Deith enough time to get sufficiently drunk considering there are no sober up breaks with Samael's dad xD
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The shaking man wasn't even shaking anymore by then. After four glasses of Demon, with a fifth one remaining untouched on the counter, Deith was already resting his head on his hands propped up against the surface with his elbows. The spinning was worse, but Deith preferred it this way; after all, it was his reason for visiting tonight.
When Samael called, Deith only hummed to respond and let him know that he was still conscious. Not that it mattered, because he was stuck in place anyway, left to pass out on the floor once his body gives up. He wasn't crying. But his cheeks had just dried up from tears.
He was drunk, dead drunk, but the pain didn't entirely fade away like he hoped, nor were his thoughts emptied.
@Clockwise Dream - yeah, thanks!
When Samael called, Deith only hummed to respond and let him know that he was still conscious. Not that it mattered, because he was stuck in place anyway, left to pass out on the floor once his body gives up. He wasn't crying. But his cheeks had just dried up from tears.
He was drunk, dead drunk, but the pain didn't entirely fade away like he hoped, nor were his thoughts emptied.
@Clockwise Dream - yeah, thanks!
''How long has he been here?'', Samael asked, turning to his father as he saw the older man approach, though his eyes soon found their way back to Deith, wary of leaving him alone considering the state he was obviously in, despite the fact that the other man had obviously been where he is for a while, both psychically and mentally.
''Just under an hour'', Samael's father answered his son's question, frowning a the half empty glass in front of the not-really-shaking-any-more man. He has been too drunk for that every since he had gulped down his third glass of the thick black alcohol.
''And that is his...'', Samael continued in a worried toned, not asking why his father had not called him or stopped him, only worrying how close Deith was to kissing the floor, or getting seriously ill because of alcohol poisoning. Not that his father would let it get that far, he thought then, calming his hurried though immediately. He would have stopped him if he was about to hurt himself, he thought, his hand reaching for Deith's shoulder shaking him lightly. Rules about not interfering be damned when somebody's health was on the line.
''Fifth glass'', the older man hummed softly under his breath, watching his son try to get his friend-for they were friends, there was no doubt about that-a little more conscious as not to have to drag his unresponsive body all the way to the other end of the room. ''You should drag him out to the spare room'', he said then, taking what was left of Demon in Deith's glass away. ''I've already warned the others it would be occupied so that they don't get that blind drunk'', he said, pointing in the direction of the group of older man Samael had watched gather around the other end of the bar for as long as he could remember.
''No need to rush with it either, I can handle things here myself'', he said then too, looking around the room. There weren't that many people around that night. He would be more than fine.
''I, no'', Samael said, putting Deith's hand over his shoulder and straightening himself up. ''I'll just put him to sleep, he is already half way there anyway. It's my working night. I'll be back soon'', he said, as he made way slowly towards the spare room, dumping Deith unceremoniously on the bad once they were there.
''Honestly'', he said, looking down on the man. ''Do you enjoy getting drunk that much?'', he asked as looked for a spare blanket to cover Deith with, the spare room being much colder than his own.
''Or is it the hangover? The hangover is really nice, I bet that's why you enjoy getting so drunk'', sighing, he asked himself why was he even talking, knowing that Deith could probably not understand him anyway.
''Or is it me putting you to bed, is that it?'', he asked, shaking his head as he kept talking anyway. ''I though you said you already had a lover, won't they be jealous of this?'', he asked, turning back towards the man with a blanket in his hand before frowning. ''Especially considering that I should probably get you out of that clothes, look at what you've...done...'', he paused, his hand on Deith's shoulder, his eyes finaly realising what they were seeing.
''Fuck, is that blood?!''
''Just under an hour'', Samael's father answered his son's question, frowning a the half empty glass in front of the not-really-shaking-any-more man. He has been too drunk for that every since he had gulped down his third glass of the thick black alcohol.
''And that is his...'', Samael continued in a worried toned, not asking why his father had not called him or stopped him, only worrying how close Deith was to kissing the floor, or getting seriously ill because of alcohol poisoning. Not that his father would let it get that far, he thought then, calming his hurried though immediately. He would have stopped him if he was about to hurt himself, he thought, his hand reaching for Deith's shoulder shaking him lightly. Rules about not interfering be damned when somebody's health was on the line.
''Fifth glass'', the older man hummed softly under his breath, watching his son try to get his friend-for they were friends, there was no doubt about that-a little more conscious as not to have to drag his unresponsive body all the way to the other end of the room. ''You should drag him out to the spare room'', he said then, taking what was left of Demon in Deith's glass away. ''I've already warned the others it would be occupied so that they don't get that blind drunk'', he said, pointing in the direction of the group of older man Samael had watched gather around the other end of the bar for as long as he could remember.
''No need to rush with it either, I can handle things here myself'', he said then too, looking around the room. There weren't that many people around that night. He would be more than fine.
''I, no'', Samael said, putting Deith's hand over his shoulder and straightening himself up. ''I'll just put him to sleep, he is already half way there anyway. It's my working night. I'll be back soon'', he said, as he made way slowly towards the spare room, dumping Deith unceremoniously on the bad once they were there.
''Honestly'', he said, looking down on the man. ''Do you enjoy getting drunk that much?'', he asked as looked for a spare blanket to cover Deith with, the spare room being much colder than his own.
''Or is it the hangover? The hangover is really nice, I bet that's why you enjoy getting so drunk'', sighing, he asked himself why was he even talking, knowing that Deith could probably not understand him anyway.
''Or is it me putting you to bed, is that it?'', he asked, shaking his head as he kept talking anyway. ''I though you said you already had a lover, won't they be jealous of this?'', he asked, turning back towards the man with a blanket in his hand before frowning. ''Especially considering that I should probably get you out of that clothes, look at what you've...done...'', he paused, his hand on Deith's shoulder, his eyes finaly realising what they were seeing.
''Fuck, is that blood?!''