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WHO: Aiden and OPEN
WHAT: Meeting and being awkward!
WHERE: The Kitchen!
WHEN: Early evening
Aiden glanced around the pantry with tired blue eyes. Physically he was looking for formula, his eyes scanning shelves, hands moving cartons of cereal and boxes of crackers, mentally however, he was miles away. He was thinking about David, David with his impossibly bright eyes and sarcastic nature, David who teased and played... David, who had died. It seemed that every day he went on without his husband more of his south withered. It was getting hard to even function on a basic level -- and that was all he'd been doing for the past week.
If he hadn't found Aric, the baby with black hair and bat-like wings, (wings that were tiny and delicate still, they hardly looked strong enough to unfold) he probably would have killed himself. He'd been steering that way as it was. Wandering the streets, alone, knowing he was responsible for David's death... it had been just tempting enough to succumb to. He'd been heading towards an apartment building, intent on leaping from the roof, when he'd heard the cry. It had been loud and stopped him mid-step, the sound startling. Why would there be a baby... but the cry had come again and Aiden had forgotten temporarily that he intended to kill himself.
Since finding Aric, the blonde had at least had something to keep busy with, but now that they were in shelter, with plenty of food and clean water, he found the thoughts of David creeping back in.
Cradling Aric against his chest, the blonde glanced around the kitchen as he thought he heard a sound from the doorway.
WHAT: Meeting and being awkward!
WHERE: The Kitchen!
WHEN: Early evening
Aiden glanced around the pantry with tired blue eyes. Physically he was looking for formula, his eyes scanning shelves, hands moving cartons of cereal and boxes of crackers, mentally however, he was miles away. He was thinking about David, David with his impossibly bright eyes and sarcastic nature, David who teased and played... David, who had died. It seemed that every day he went on without his husband more of his south withered. It was getting hard to even function on a basic level -- and that was all he'd been doing for the past week.
If he hadn't found Aric, the baby with black hair and bat-like wings, (wings that were tiny and delicate still, they hardly looked strong enough to unfold) he probably would have killed himself. He'd been steering that way as it was. Wandering the streets, alone, knowing he was responsible for David's death... it had been just tempting enough to succumb to. He'd been heading towards an apartment building, intent on leaping from the roof, when he'd heard the cry. It had been loud and stopped him mid-step, the sound startling. Why would there be a baby... but the cry had come again and Aiden had forgotten temporarily that he intended to kill himself.
Since finding Aric, the blonde had at least had something to keep busy with, but now that they were in shelter, with plenty of food and clean water, he found the thoughts of David creeping back in.
Cradling Aric against his chest, the blonde glanced around the kitchen as he thought he heard a sound from the doorway.
