[Of Angels and Demons Bar] Samael's pain

Clockwise Dream · May 3, 2014

Believe me, you have no idea how much I get it. Samael said, sighing, as he put his glass away so he could fix the wrinkles the man's grasp has left on his pristine white bartender-uniform shirt. However, I still believe you have had quite enough to drink. he was more than sure of that, considering both what he could see, the man being a mess of blazing, sketchy lines that was obviously almost falling from the stool he was sitting on, and what he could feel. The previous pain was almost completely gone, dulled to nothing but a hazy alcohol fog.

Actually, I think you have had quite enough to drink three drinks ago. he said, biting on his lip. He had gone too far. Where do you live? Can you get back there alone?

VoodooChild94 · May 3, 2014

Draven stared at the other for a long moment, swaying a bit before he decided to stand. Albeit it was a very ungraceful movement that involved him nearly falling over and gripping at the bar stool for support.

"Ya know what?" He groaned, trying to steady himself. "Yer right...Imma jus' gonna...Imma.."Though whatever he was about to say was cut off as he tripped over his own feet and landed flat on his face, knocking himself out in the process.

Clockwise Dream · May 3, 2014

Hey Samael called, leaning over the bar, trying to find where the man had fallen. Hey, are you alright? leaning back, he run towards his father's end of the counter, passing beneath the small door there without bothering to open them, before turning back, looking for where the man had fell the whole time.

Hey... he shook his shoulder once, twice, hoping to get some response out of him only to be met by dead silence.

What happened here? his fathers approached him from the side, looking down young man passed out across his wooden floors.

He got drunk. Samael answered, still bent over the other man's body, looking for pulse. He was pretty sure that the man was alive, for he was still a mess of bright buzzing lines, but he wanted to be sure. No, actually. I got him drunk. he sighed, turning towards his father. I'm sorry, I got careless, and...

His father didn't let him finish the sentence. Put him in the back room. There is still a bed there. You can explain it to me in the morning. With that, the turned back, returning to his drink and friends. Slightly ashamed, Samael pulled Draven's dead weight body up and over his shoulders somehow, dragging him to the back room. By the time they got there, he was ready to pass out himself, and was honestly happy his father had decided to send him home.

Pulling the blanket over the dark haired man, Samael proceeded to go up stairs to their apartment, checking up on his mother, before he passed out. His alarm was already set on 6, definitely far earlier than the drunk downstairs would wake up. And for the first time in days, Samael fell asleep without feeling pain.

VoodooChild94 · May 3, 2014

Draven groaned as he woke, immediately feeling the effects of his stupidity last night as a throbbing pain in his head. His hazy blue eyes did a sweep of the room as he yawned and tried to blink the sleep out of them. Just where the hell was he and what the fuck happened last night. He tried to wrack his mind for answers as he sat there for a moment, rubbing at his head in discomfort.

Clockwise Dream · May 3, 2014

Finally awake I see. Samael said, leaning against the door so his body would stop as much light as possible from leaking from the other room, being considerate to the fact that the man's eyes were probably sensitive as hell now.

It was about time. You slept for more than twelve hours. he commented, closing the door behind him as he approached the small bed. Here. he offered the glass to the other man, unbothered by the darkness that now filled the room. Water. And some pain medication if you need them. How are you feeling anyway? he asked, trying to feel something through his connection, but finding nothing but a post-drunken foggy daze.

VoodooChild94 · May 3, 2014

Draven closed his eyes momentarily, blinking a few times before setting his gaze on the other of whom it took a moment for him to remember just who he was.

"Like shit." He finally gave an answer, gratefully taking the water and medication and wasting no time in taking it.

"What happened?" He groaned out, still trying to figure out how he wound up here and where he was in the first place.

Clockwise Dream · May 3, 2014

I figured. Samael said, sitting on the floor by the bed. You look like shit too, though, after the night you said, I'd say it was only reasonable. Being able to get drunk of your ass and then look good in the morning just wouldn't be fair. He couldn't help being a little sarcastic, and perhaps a bit mean, for, even though he did sympathise with this man for his pain, he was also angry because he had to live through the damn pain himself. Couldn't the people he connected with be happy for once? And if he heard his sister one more time telling him that, hey, maybe he should help them be happy then, he was going to kill someone. He had no such obligations. He wasn't a counselor, or psychologist. And he had enough things to do at the bar.

Still this one may deserve a bit more sympathy. And that's what happened, by the way. You came to the bar last night, wanting to get shit-face drunk, and, well, you did. You passed out on the floor so I brought you to our back room for the night. he said, analyzing the man more closely now that he was actually paying attention. His face was still a mess of lines, considering he was growling in pain, but all in all, he did not look that bad.

Considering that it was partly my fault you got that drunk, and all. he said, biting on his lip. He had wanted to get the man drunk, but not this drunk, and now he felt bad. He didn't yesterday, but today yesterday seemed like a bad idea in general. I got a bit carried away mixing you drinks. I apologize.

VoodooChild94 · May 3, 2014

Draven couldn't help but give a silent laugh at he bar tender's first comment, finishing off the water and setting the cup to the side. He closed his eyes again for a moment, leaning back on the wall the bed was sitting up against and running a hand through his mess of unruly locks.

"It aint like ya forced it down my throat, so relax and quite sayin' yer sorry, would ya?" He brushed off the other's attempt at apologizing. He fell silent for a moment, eyes now wandering the dark for the silhouette sitting close by.

"So." He started up again, clearing his throat. "How much of an ass did I make of myself?" He questioned with something of a playful tone to his voice. He almost dreaded what kind of idiotic stunts he'd pulled or comments he's said. It must not have been too bad if he was willing to let him sleep her for the night and if he was treating him so well. Though, it also made him wonder and even fear he wound up spilling his guts all over the floor to this guy or something in his drunken state. Usually he wasn't a depressive drunk but he wasn't exactly there to have a good time and he couldn't help but hope he hadn't said anything he would regret. Now, if had say stripped nude or something most would find embarrassing, he would be perfectly ok with that but the complete opposite toward having revealed his past to some stranger.

Clockwise Dream · May 3, 2014

Not that much. Samael said, standing up once the man had finished his glass, reaching for it in the dark. You were just entering a talkative drunk phase when you passed out., he said honestly, his fingers wrapping around the cold glass perfectly.

For some time while the stranger was asleep, he had debated whether he should tell him the truth or not, for it would be easy to lie and, for example, tell him that he had spilled his guts to the bartender while he was drunk last night as many of their guests tend to do instead of trying to explain to him something as weird as his Connections. If he even wanted to explain his Connections... He had been debating that as well., only to, in the end, come to conclusion that it would be too hard on him to suffer like this for a month. At least if he was close to the man he could predict when the pain would come, instead of just waiting for it to happen.

Thus, getting at least a bit closer to the stranger was inevitable, but how had remained a problem up until about an hour ago. His honesty won in the end there too, not just because it was a right thing to do, but because of the guilty conscience he felt at the very thought of lying. He was just that kind of a person.

You did grace us with a very impressive fall, though. he spoke again once he was by the door. You might want to close your eyes now, I have to go out and take this back to the bar. he said, raising the glass as if the man could see what he was pointing to in this dark. I will be back in a minute. Are you hungry by any chance?

VoodooChild94 · May 4, 2014

'Talkative...great.' Draven thought, now hoping even more that he hadn't said anything he wouldn't normally while drunk. Though he was rather uneasy at the thought, he easily wore that smug smirk of his on the outside.

The more this guy spoke, the more familiar he seemed to the hell hound, and not just because he was serving his drinks last night. The way he spoke; his voice soft and calming, reminded him of how Rafi had spoken. Rafi; his sweet human boy of whom he loved so. It made him sad to think about him and he hated that this guy reminded him of him. He wanted to leave, to just get up and brush past the other, probably to shift and sleep off this dreadful hangover in the woods near campus.

He didn't move from his spot however, the small similarities he found in this guy's voice and Rafi's had kept him glued to the spot. He wanted to hear Rafi's voice again, to hold him in his arms so he could whisper sweet nothings in his ear much like the night he had lost him. Damn it, he missed him! And three years after loosing him, he still hadn't gotten over it. It was one thing to break up with a lover but another to watch them die in your arms. Was it even possible to get over something like that?

When he said he was leaving however, Draven was pulled from his current thoughts and he almost shouted something stupid akin to 'Don't leave me!' That made him stop and think for a moment.

"I'm fine." He gave his answer to the offer of food, turning his head to the side a bit and anticipating the flood of light. He wasn't hungry, in fact he felt a bit sick to his stomach but what he really wanted was to simply hear this guy's voice. It sounded silly and maybe it was, but it offered a bit of comfort where he hasn't been able to find any.

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[Of Angels and Demons Bar] Samael's pain

Clockwise Dream

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