/WARNING:This chapter is affectionate. That's all I'm gonna say. SO ITS KINDA R-RATED RIGHT NOW, BEWARE!/
Jordan's p.o.v.
I didn't sleep that night. I don't think Tom did either. Just something about us fighting...made it really hard to sleep. I know we both apologized but...I still feel like theres some tension between us.
I decided to count the lines on the ceiling to waste the time away. Right now I was at four hundred and thirty six, but I still wasn't even halfway across the ceiling yet. Tom didn't move, or snore, or do anything. Which is why I knew he wasn't asleep.
Just as I was about to reach five hundred, I heard Andor's screams.
I sat up, but hesitated when I remembered what happened last time I went to check on him.
Tom sat up too. "Should we go in there? I don't wanna get cut in the face again." He still had a large and thin scab from the cut the night before.
"I don't know."
The screaming got louder and louder, as if he were in pain. It sounded like a noise a wounded animal would make, sad and pained. I couldn't take it. I need to wake him up from whatever he was dreaming of.
I pulled off the covers and Tom stopped me.
"We go in together, alright?"
"Okay."
We crept to Andor's room, his screams only intensifying as we got closer.
I opened the door a crack and peeked in.
He wasn't sat up and he didn't have purple glowing eyes like before, he was normal. He was just having a nightmare.
I breathed a sigh of relief, to which Tom questioned.
"So he's not a demon currently?"
"He's just having a nightmare. I'll wake him up."
I pulled the door open all the way and sat on the bed next to Andor. He was gripping his pillow for dear life and screaming with tear stained cheeks. He looked miserable.
I shook him hard, but he didn't stop.
"Andor! Wake up!" I yelled over his screaming.
He just continued.
"Should I slap him?" Tom shouted from the doorway.
I shook my head no. I guess I should try to shake him.
I placed my hand on his arm. I didn't get very far after that.
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When I woke back up, it must've been hours later. I don't understand what happened.
I remember I was trying to wake up Andor...
Andor had somehow shown me his dreams. His nightmares. And my god were they horrific.
I'm not sure how it happened, maybe we were connected somehow? By Ianite?
His nightmare was truly terrifying. He was in that cell and I was there with him. But he didn't know I was there.
I had watched the torture Al had given him. The whip. The beatings. Ripping off his wings.
That was the one I wanted to forget the most.
I screamed for Al to stop, to leave him alone. I hit, kicked, shouted at It was like I was an invisible ghost. I couldn't do anything but watch.
Watch as Andor sobbed for me to come save him. Watched as the whip drew long bloody slices down his legs. Watched as the nerve and muscle ripped and the blood spilled as the wings were torn from his back. Watched as Andor begged for Ianite to kill him, to save him, release him from this torture. Watched as Helgrind stood behind all of this, pursing his lips.
I'm glad he's trapped forever. I'm glad Al died a horrible death. I'm glad Andor showed me what pain he had to go through.
Now I can mend him back together again. Now I can be there for him.
Tom was literally in pieces when I woke up.
He didn't understand what happened either. He said I had held Andor's hand, and then I just fell over. None of us would wake up. He said we were out for about seven hours. It seemed longer than that in the dream.
Andor wouldn't speak the rest of the day. He was in his own misery. I said a couple of words, but only when Tom asked me questions.
Even then it was just yes or no.
I stayed around Andor all day. He mostly just stared out from the lake towards the town or laid in bed all day. He didn't sleep much, and neither did I.
I didn't understand why I was acting like this. Andor was the one who was in pain.
But it was like...I was feeling his pain or something.
Tom was worried about me, I didn't really know what to tell him.
How do I explain that I'm feeling someone else's emotions?
That I have the exact same memory of pain that another person has? That the reason I'm depressed is because my friend is too?
Some nights I didn't sleep in bed with Tom. Andor and I would wander off at night and we wouldn't get back till morning. Some times I would sleep in the same room with him. He just seemed to doze off better that way.
"I miss you," Tom would say the times when I came home late.
I wanted to say I missed him too.
But it was like my mind was keeping me from it.
I need to write him a letter. Explaining everything.
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Toms p.o.v
I felt like I had lost him all over again.
He wouldn't say or do anything.
He hardly moved, and when he did it wasn't without Andor.
I just don't understand what the hell had happened in that room.
They both seem to jump at every sound and movement, they spend every moment beside eachother, and they never say any more than two words.
I wasn't jealous. I sorta got what was happening, but not entirely.
Andor was...I don't know...hurt? And Sparklez was trying to comfort him?
I didn't truly get it until Sparklez wrote me a letter. Why he wouldn't tell it to me in person, I didn't know at the time.
Now I do.
"Tom. I'm sorry. These past few days have been rough for Andor and me. I know you probably won't get it but, I'll try to explain it as best as I can. I can feel what he feels. I feel his pain and his depression. He showed me his memories somehow, the other night when I touched his hand, it just placed me in his head. I saw his nightmares Tom. I think it's some sort of connection between Ianite, but I'm not sure. I've been asking her through prayers and praises that she tell me what this is. She's not responding. I know you get worried when we disappear during the night and yes I know it's dangerous. I'm only doing this so Andor can be himself again. Being with him through all of this seems like the best option. His nightmare was to say the least, just a fragment of what's happened to him over the last month. He's told me things about what they've done to him. I only want to protect him Tom. I promised him I would. I'm sure this will be over soon, most of the bad things fade after awhile. I love you. Please be patient.
- Jordan
Also, I miss you too."
So I was patient. I sat through endless days of silence and blank stares. Lonely nights of not having him there by my side, where I could just cuddle with him whenever I wanted. Days where I would just stay in bed, letting sleep take over instead of my lonely thoughts.
I felt empty without him here.
Then one night, while I was looking at past photos on my phone, I heard the door open. I felt the bed shift as he laid down.
I wanted to attack him, hug him, and kiss him.
But I didn't. I stayed patient, and waited until he was ready to speak to me.
I felt an arm drape over my side, and I nearly jumped in excitement.
"I think...it's over. For the most part." He sounded really tired and exhausted.
I turned over and faced him, a big smile on my face.
His tired blue eyes met mine, and he smiled as they did. He had taken off his glasses.
"Thanks for being patient with me," he said.
"It was worth it. Every moment."
He laughed and we scooted closer to eachother. My hands trailed through his jet black hair. I could feel his excited breathing as we touched our foreheads together.
"Tom?" He breathed.
"Yeah Sparklez?"
"I'm ready."
That's all I needed to hear.
~
Andors p.o.v
"Oh I'm so glad they've sealed themselves in love! Such a wondrous occasion! Should I bring over treats?!"
Aunt Martha was ecstatic about Jordan and Toms...night together.
I had told him that I was feeling much more filled and hopeful again, and that he should go back to Toms side. He seemed more than excited about the change.
But I wasn't hopeful and I felt just as empty as I did before. I just could not take the look of want on Jordan's face any longer. He needed to be with his partner.
I don't sleep. Not anymore.
I pretend to sleep so Jordan will get rest, he has watched over me like a protective father. The one that I wished for so much in my early childhood.
I should not have transferred the nightmare to him. I could have prevented it, but I did not. I just wanted another being to experience the pain I have received.
I've known for the longest time what my powers hold. I can transfer memories and dreams, form wind from thin air, and cause things to lose their gravitational pull. It is why father was so afraid of me and my destiny, why he locked me away and acted so cruelly upon me.
The night Jordan reunited with Tom, I slept but a single hour. It was wonderful. I didn't have any dreams nor nightmares.
I soon woke up later to loud sounds coming from their room. Repetitive loud thuds and...screams. I do not wish to think about it. I do not think I will ever know what the things love and lust are, for there is no one else to share anything with.
I left to my aunt Martha's and explained what had been heard and she seemed to know exactly what it was.
We sat in their living room and drank tea while we discussed these things.
"Martha ye better leave em alone, they don't want ye treats when they just did the dirty deed."
I blushed lightly at the thought, but pushed it away. I shouldn't be bothered by intimate things, I am no longer a child.
"Oh Andor sweety, are you feeling better? Thomas was telling us of your strange behavior the last week or two," she asked worried.
"I am fine. I assure you it's nothing to worry about Aunt Martha."
"I always worry about you honey, I can't help it!" She hugged me tightly and patted my back.
Although, in some part of me, I felt guilty for lying to the only family member I had left.
"Aunt Martha...I have not been truthful with you. I do not feel hopeful, or the least bit happy. I only feel emptiness...I do not wish to worry anyone. I just...I do not think this feeling is going to simply go away. I think I must go somewhere else. Away from this place."
My words saddened my dear aunt, and she looked to Steven to see his expression. He looked puzzled as well.
"Andor lad, do ye really think ye should go? It be dangerous out there, and you can't fend for ye self. Ye don't really know how to fight at all do ye?"
"No..." I sighed. I cannot leave. I am helpless. I cannot even hold a sword properly.
"Learn how to use a weapon, and ye be set. I understand if ye wanna leave, this place is a wee bit depressing. It be a shame...such a wonderful place, turned corrupted." He shook his head in shame.
"Will you teach me?"
"No lad, I can't wield a sword as much as I could back in the day. Maybe ye should ask Sparklez, he knows a good lot about that stuff."
"I suppose. I just wish I wouldn't keep him from his love any longer. It would just seem cruel," I chuckled.
"I better go check on them two, they been at it for a long while. C'mon Andor, let's go ask about them lessons."
"Tell the two lovers I said hello!" Aunt Martha called from the couch as we exited the door.
We walked to Thomas's tree and Steven knocked on the large wooden door.
Moments of silence passed and the door remained shut.
Steve grumbled someting about young love and shook his head. He pounded on the door louder, causing the tree to shake a little.
We heard a loud noise, as if a body hit the floor, and then faint footsteps.
Thomas opened the door, and my did he look disheveled.
His mystical blue hair was roughed and split in different directions. His eyes were squinted at the sudden light and they had darkish bags underneath them. He didn't have a shirt on, just a pair of sweats.
"Syndy, you look like hell. Where be Sparklez? I need to ask him about something that's important."
"Uh he's...not really up for a chat right now. But come in, I just woke up. I'll tell him everything when he's feeling a bit better."
He opened the door wide enough for us to walk in, and we walked over into the kitchen and sat down on the chairs.
"So what's up?" He asked, sitting down at the table while rubbing his eyes.
"Andor is wantin to leave and go elsewhere. I told em he shouldn't till he knows how to use a sword, I was hoping Sparkley boy would help him out. He be pretty good with swordsmanship ain't he?"
"Yeah he is...so you're leaving Andor? For good?" He asked me with a solemn expression on his face.
"Yes, I do not think I can reside in this land full of memories any longer. I need to leave or I might lose my head. Would you be upset with me if I left?" I did not wish to bring discomfort on my friends.
"Well, I think it's awesome that you've decided on you know, your future and stuff. But I dont know about Sparklez...he might miss you a lot."
I suppose Jordan would miss me. But he would forget me, I would soon only be a distant memory.
"Is he feeling well? I have not heard him make a single sound since I arrived here."
Thomas scratched the back of his head nervously. His eyes glanced quickly to Jordan's room, and then back to me.
"He's just a little sore. And a bit sick. But he'll be fine...I think. Actually, I should go check on him. I'll be right back."
He stood from his seat and strode quickly towards their room.
He returned later with a very sleepy looking Jordan, limping a bit awkwardly towards the table.
Thomas sat him down gently, but he still winced as he sat.
His hair was roughed as well. His eyes were barely open and he started leaning as soon as he sat. He had a shirt on, but I could see why. His neck had red marks coming up from the hem of his shirt, a dark red one specifically on the right side of it.
"Hey Sparklez, what ye been doin?" Steven tried to stir up conversation.
"Things...I sorta regret right now," he smiled at Thomas, who smiled back guiltily.
"So, ye did do the dirty deed eh?" Steven nudged at Thomas as if this were some sort of practical joke.
My cheeks were, by now, a slight shade of red.
"Yeah. It was nice." His answer was short and rushed.
"Nice? You look like ye nearly killed the boy. His neck looks like it's been scratched by a one of them bugars in the outback. Ima guessing he be the bottom, am I right?" Steven chuckled.
Jordan's face went flush red, answering Stevens question.
"Steve c'mon let's not talk about it, alright? He's suffering enough from it..."
"Ah I'm only teasing the ye and the boy. How's it feel to be a man Sparkley boy?"
Jordan's face only got redder, he hid his face in his hands.
"Steve. Stop. Now." Thomas ordered.
"Alright alright, I'm done! Sorry Sparklez, I was just teasing ya. I better get goin now, Andor ask em about the lessons."
Steve left, and as soon as he did Thomas began making breakfast.
"Love you," he said while putting bacon strips on a pan.
"As do I," Jordan replied, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"If you don't mind me asking, what is that?" I was so confused as to how they came up with this phrase.
"What is what?" Thomas asked me.
"That phrase, when did you come up with that?"
"I dunno. It just sorta...happened. Now we say it all the time without even realizing it," Jordan answered.
"It's...sweet. I heard you say it the day you rescued me from the imprisonment. I wondered what it was."
"So, you gonna tell Sparklez about the news?"
"Oh yes...Jordan, I'm leaving the town. Forever, I suppose."
Jordan snapped out of his thoughts and stared wide eyed at me. Had I hurt him?
"But...you just came back. We haven't even...why do you want to go? Are you still hurting? Did you have more dreams last night? Or did-"
"No no! It's just...I cannot stay here any longer. The memories pain me too much. I cannot sleep anymore because of them. I must leave, it's the only way I will receive peace again."
"I thought...you said I helped you. That you were better. Why did you lie?" He asked in a hurt voice.
"I only wanted you to ease your stress...you were growing tired of me and I could tell that you missed Thomas dearly. I apologize, I should not have lied."
He did not say a word. He was disappointed in me or angry I suppose.
The only sound filling the room was Thomas moving the pan around when making the eggs. He stopped when he realized we had stopped talking.
"Please say something, I did not wish to hurt you Jordan. I have ruined your day..."
He sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair.
"...if you do just one more thing with us, that would make me really happy."
"Anything!"
"Come back to the Inertia with us. We have to go back anyway, to retrieve our weapons and stuff. You want your boomerang and wooden helmet back, don't you?"
He smiled sadly.
I did not want to go back there. I did indeed want my belongings, but I am scared it even get within miles of that horrible place. What if my father changed his mind at last moment? He would kill us all or imprison us.
No, I was not going.
"I'm sorry Jordan, but I cannot. It would be too risky for me to join you."
"It's okay. I understand..." His voice was filled with disappointment.
I did not want him to be disappointed, he must understand why I cannot go back.
Thomas places our plates down on the table and sat with us.
"Then let's enjoy you while you're here dude. I'm sure Sparklez won't mind to give you sword fighting lessons."
"Sword fighting lessons? Is that what you wanted to ask me?"
"Yes. Steve does not think I can survive without learning to wield a sword. Is he correct?"
"Well yeah. You'll get killed immediately if you don't learn to use a sword. I'll teach you, but I can't until we get back. After the mission tomorrow I'll teach you."
"Can you not start right now?" I was impatient to learn.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Tom snickered while he ate his toast.
"Um...I can't really move right now, or else I would. You have Tom to blame for that." He rolled his eyes at his partner.
"I thought...I thought love making was suppose to be gentle, why can you not move?"
"It is suppose to be gentle. Tom had a different idea as to what gentle means."
"Your fault you can't handle me," Thomas snickered again at Jordan.
"He also doesn't know what 'prepping' means."
"No one said anything about prepping, I did what I was supposed to do. And I'm pretty sure by your loud screams, that Andor most definitely heard, I did a pretty good job." Thomas crossed his arms and put a smirk on his face.
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Jordan's p.o.v.
"No one said anything about prepping, I did what I was supposed to do. And I'm pretty sure by your loud screams, that Andor most definitely heard, I did a pretty good job." Tom crossed his arms and smirked at me.
I didn't even want to think about poor innocent Andor hearing what we did last night.
"Andor I'm sorry if you did hear that. I didn't mean to scar you forever," I said sheepishly.
"Oh it's quite alright. I left after you started to scream anyway. So I didn't hear everything. I should go and explore the town a little more, try to find some of my belongings before thieves loot it. I hope you heal and you have a nice breakfast. Goodbye!" He left in a hurry and closed the door behind him.
"Poor kid didn't even eat his breakfast, you scared him off," Tom laughed.
"I didn't scare him! You did with the whole 'I did a great job' attitude. I was trying to shelter him from what we did..."
"Seriously though, are you okay? You looked like utter shit this morning when I woke you up."
"I'm fine, just sore is all." It was nice to see that he worried about me.
"Really? Your neck does look pretty bad..."
I pressed my fingers to my swollen neck and felt the hickey that was on the right side. I smiled at the thought behind that.
My chest and neck did look like something from the outback took hold of it.
"So does your back. Steve didn't say a word about your back," I teased. I clawed up his back pretty badly, it even began bleeding at one point during the night.
"Yeah, thanks for the claws you freaking savage," he laughed.
I smiled evilly as I bit down on one of the strips of bacon. But as soon as I did, my pukey feeling returned. I groaned and sat the piece of food down.
"What's wrong Hannibal Lector? Bacon too crispy?"
"No...I can't eat it, I'm too sick." I was really hungry too...
"Aw I'm sorry. You wanna go back to the room and cuddle?"
I smiled. "Yes please."
He stood up from his chair and picked me up out of mine. He carried me back to the room and we laid back down under the covers.
"Hey Sparkley pants?" He asked still hugging me.
"Yeah Tom?"
"Next time, I'll be bottom." He smiled deviously.
"I can't wait to see you hobble around all day. That'll be fun," I laughed.
Moments passed and I could hear his steady breathing as silence filled the room.
"...Sparklez?"
"Yes Tom?"
"I love you. Always have," he kissed my swollen neck.
"As do I."
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SO MUCH STUFF HAPPENED IN THE STORY LINE YESTERDAY AND I CANT KEEP UP WITH IT.
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW MOT WAS PART CREEPER?! UGH!
AND THAT AL IS STILL ALIVE? THE SCREEN SAID HE DIED! UGHHHHHH....
I am not rewriting my chapter because of this xD JUST GO WITH IT PEOPLE!
I might be able to include that Mot was part creeper, but I FREAKING DECAPITATED AL, I CANT CHANGE THAT.
SO IM SORRY IF SOMETHING AWESOME HAPPENS LATER WITH AL IN THE STREAM STORYLINE, BECAUSE I CANT WRITE ABOUT IT, BECAUSE HES DEAD IN THIS STORY!!!
Im Gonna go do homework and pout. Goodbye now. Hope you enjoyed! Leave a favorite if you did, thanks!
P.s: sorry to the people who wanted smut, I am awkward and I cannot write it and it's unnatural for me xD
SO JUST IMAGINED WHAT HAPPENED IN YOUR HEAD XD
- Lee