[Of Angels and Demons Bar]And suddenly I was blind

A childish squealing laughter could be heard from the next room over to the one you would expect it to be coming from; Samael’s room. While the rest of Aiden’s belongings were being moved into Samael’s sister’s old room, Draven had been entertaining him. He would have helped move his stuff but there were already enough people here for that and so instead of pawning his kid off to Samael or his parents in order to do that, Draven was being a good father and taking responsibility for Aiden. Having just woken up from a nap, both Aiden and Draven were now wide awake with the latter currently tickling the other and blowing on his belly to get him laugh. Yes, not only was Aiden put down for an afternoon nap but Draven had taken one with him; being exhausted after having been woken up several times that night, Draven had fallen asleep on Samael’s…now Samael and Draven’s bed with Aiden sleeping on his chest. The laughter only heightened in pitch and became more throaty and hysterical by the moment until it died down into a happy giggle. Unknown to the fact that Samael’s sister was here, Draven came walking out of the room in not the most decent of ways seeing as he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, his hair was a complete ‘bed head’ mess and he was shirtless. Though the giggling little boy in his arms helped to ease the roughness of his appearance and once he they had both weaved past the people moving Aiden’s stuff, it was made known that the boyfriend Draven had been looking for wasn’t alone.

“Thought I heard ya talkin’ to someone out here.” He commented, giving a nod of ‘hello’ to Samael’s sister and taking his spot at Samael’s side and wrapping one arm around his waist. Aiden, non-surprisingly immediately became shy, burying his face in the crook of Draven’s neck as he had come to do around most strangers. It seemed he was doing a little better around Samael and his parents but he wasn’t too fond of the people walking in and out of the place and of course, a new face caused him to shy away. To be completely honest, Draven couldn’t wait for the people to leave so Aiden wouldn’t be so nervous. After all a laughing child was much preferable to an upset one. That and he wouldn’t mind the chance to put Aiden down in his new room to play or something so he could make out with Samael.

“So…ya must be Samael’s sister, right?” He’s heard a bit about her but hadn’t had the chance to meet her and could only guess by the color of her hair and other similarities to Samael that she was his sister.

Those deep blue eyes of Draven’s only narrowed down on Samael’s sister as she referred to his son as a brat. Though knowing it probably wasn’t meant to be hurtful in anyway, Draven was protective of his kid and didn’t like the way she was speaking to him and more so disliked the way she was speaking to Draven himself. Mostly though, he was quick to annoy lately because he hadn’t shifted in a while considering he’s been taking care of all the mess that came with finding out he has a kid to begin with and also moving what small amount of belongings he has from his dorm to here and dealing with all the anxiety and whatnot that it all created. All of that stress accompanied by not having shifted lately made it difficult for him not to become snappy and to take things the wrong way and right now Samael’s sister was easily pushing his buttons when he normally would have just brushed it all off. Right now that wolf-ish side of him was clawing at the back of his mind and it wanted out. He could hold off for a few more days though his attitude would only increasingly become worse and he was already feeling rather uncomfortable but he needed to get Aiden settled down and things worked out here first. He didn’t exactly want to be around Aiden and even Samael when he was prone to outbursts and even more stupidity than usual but he also didn’t want to simply take off and leave them to deal with all of this when it was his problem and something he needed to take responsibility for. Tomorrow or the day off he’d go out to the woods to let that side of him free for a while but for now he would have to deal with it and that was something he knew he could handle, especially with the child in his arms and his boyfriend by his side helping to remind him to stay calm.

“That aint somethin’ ya gotta worry yer pretty little head ‘bout, princess.” He gave a snarky remark anyhow, resisting the urge to add a wolf-ish growl in there or say something even more rude or stupid as well. He did have much resistance though as he opened his mouth again to do just that. “I’ll be sure to take care ah yer brother here real good.” He cracked a sly smirk before pulling Samael even closer and moving in to plant a kiss on his lips. Why? Because he was both annoyed and almost territorial over his two boys and subconsciously felt the need to show dominance over that fact. It was stupid and childish but he’s always had issues with dominance and needed to be ‘top dog’ in order to be comfortable with a situation and confident with himself. It’s not something he fully realized though and was a result of having grown up the way he had.

Being pushed away and reprimanded by his boyfriend for how childish he was acting seemed to snap Draven out of it a bit and he immediately began to feel a little stupid for his immaturity. Here he was with a child in his arms, his child of which he was supposed to teach right from wrong and to raise and be responsible for and yet he was acting out without responsibility for is actions. He bit his tongue and kept quiet as the Samael and his sister talked, and didn’t speak up again until after she had left.

“What a great first impression I must.” He sighed, removing his arm from around Samael’s waist to run a hand through his own hair. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, obviously not too happy with how that went. He was supposed to be moving in with Samael and his family and they were generous enough to offer him a chance to do so and he was making an ass of himself in front of Samael’s sister. Yeah. Great job Draven, way to get in on their good side.

“I just….well I aint shifted recently so I’m on edge, ok?” He explained, hoping the red head would understand. After all they’ve gone through this once or twice before so it wasn’t something new really. Besides, being temperamental was a normal thing for the hellhound, how well he handled it though was all a matter of how well he could keep his wolf-ish instincts under control. Going so long without shifting and being under stress greatly decreased that control and right now he had to be constantly aware of his instincts and making an effort to keep them under wraps in order to not shift randomly or do something incredibly stupid and probably dangerous.

“…But dun compare me to yer little sister….that’s just weird.” He added in with something of a playful smile as he tried to lighten the mood a bit. He did understand what Samael meant however; he had siblings at one point too. So, taking a moment to breath and not act out on impulse, he couldn’t really blame her for saying what she did and shouldn’t really take offence of it.

“Yeah, let’s just hope we don’t see any of them anytime soon.” Draven commented under his breath but with a light laugh as he did, shaking head at the next of Samael’s commented and muttering ‘are not’ under his breath. At the mention of the fact that he was still shirtless, his grin widened as he realized he had forgotten to throw a clean shirt on after Aiden effectively dirtied it when he was feeding him. As shy of a kid he was in contrast to his father, he was just about as messy as Draven is. “We’ll be down in a bit.” He called after Samael, heading back toward their room. The rest of the day hadn’t been so bad really and Samael’s sister turned out to be alright…for a teen girl that is. Maybe moving in with Samael and his family wouldn’t be so difficult to get used to. After all, it already practically felt like home and that was the thought Draven wound up falling asleep with that night, with his arms wrapped around Samael. Waking up was another story however.

Typically Draven was one to sleep in at every chance he got and wasn’t one to wake up easily, having to be woken by Samael half the time in order to leave so he could get to class on time. However, he found himself automatically waking up at an early six o’clock this morning. Not that he snapped wide awake but that his body told him to get up and he was attentive though his eyes were still shut and he rolled over, wanting to fall back asleep. Now that he was conscious though, he was beginning to notice something odd. It was like a static-y input almost that seemed to become stronger as his mind became more awake. Only it wasn’t static, there was no sound and it wasn’t like watching a static-y tv as his eyes weren’t even open. Where the hell was this coming from? And what was it even?

He gave a yawn but his curiosity and confusion outweighed his sleepiness and he opened his eyes. Or at least he was sure he did; it felt like he did but nothing changed really. That odd input was a little stronger now but he still wasn’t quite sure what it was. He closed his eyes and reopened them, expected for the world to come into view as it normally did but there still no change which promptly had him rubbing at his eyes and blinking over and over as if those acts would wake his sight up. No amount of rubbing and blinking made a difference however and that’s when he began to panic. He sat up suddenly, now fully awake, eyes wide and searching their surroundings in attempt to see them. It didn’t seem to matter however, which way he looked because he wasn’t seeing anything and whatever this input is…that seemed like he was seeing didn’t change based on where his eyes were directed. He wasn’t seeing anything…..why wasn’t he seeing anything?!

“S-samael?” He called out, groping around for his boyfriend because looking around for him didn’t seem to do him any good. It was as though he was surrounded by a fluid static-y like the fuzz of a tv. Only more like lines than dots and it’s was confusing and admittedly quite frightening.

“Ya think?” Draven snapped in response, his voice more shaky than angry however as he desperately grabbed for the hand that found his. Only…this hand was rougher than the one he was used to holding onto and he nearly pulled away but he didn’t when something odd happened. That confusing static-y input seemed to become even clearer than it had before and he could make out a human figure amongst the mess of ….whatever this stuff was. Not being used to this and overwhelmed by it, he wasn’t able to differ between the bed sheets and the other person in them earlier. It was still very overwhelming and through the movement of….the lines? He couldn’t really tell what was what but simply touching…Samael? Seemed to make it easier. He still wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing as he was used to color and visual textures to tell the difference between one object to the next but with all these fluid lines his depth perception was off and it wasn’t registering in his mind the same way it did in Samael’s, for unknowing to Draven, he was seeing the way Samael normally does.

“I can’t fuckin’ see, well not really and there’s…this crap everywhere.” He voiced his concerns, obviously confused and flustered. That’s when it dawned on him though, that his voice didn’t sound like his and Samael’s voice didn’t sound like Samael’s. His own was softer and calmer and Samael’s was gritty and low…like how Draven’s voice was supposed to be. He fell silent for a moment, groping his way up Samael’s new body to find his face because he was still trying to figure out just how this person looked considering that however much more clear this sketchy ‘vision’ was now, he was still having difficulty deciphering individual features from the rest of everything else as there was no color or shadow to help with that. Feeling along ‘Samael’s’ jaw bone, over his lips, nose, eyebrows and piercings put the pieces together however. The body sitting next to him wasn’t Samael’s but Draven’s own and the one he was now in wasn’t his but Samael’s…..which was something he had figured out by feeling his own hair and face and then putting together the input he was now getting in replacement of sight.

“Can ya see?” Was the next thing he said and in was in a much calmer tone than the one before as, even though he didn't realize it, he found it easier to calm his frustration than usual. Though not being able to actually see himself was freaky and he was still shaken up over the whole ordeal, the idea that Samael could after spending his entire life experiencing the world without true right, was admittedly a little exciting. Though, he also for some reason felt like crying and almost had a hard time not to considering he wasn’t used to feeling other’s emotions much less most of his own. “Ya can, can’t ya?” He asked again, reaching out to cup his face in his hands, although hesitant about it at first. “’Cause if I’m right ‘bout this ya should, right?”