Kaden Murphy (chippackets) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-11-27 10:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaden murphy, tragos |
WHO: Kaden and Tragos
WHEN: Day one of suspension
WHERE: The Hole
WARNINGS: References to domestic violence, toxic masculinity. This is fun family.
Not gonna be home for dinner, you alright to sort yourself
yep
k. Dont just eat crap - theres proper food in the fridge. If I see fast food containers I'm gonna be pissed.
Yep yep yep. 🥦🥗
Put some more ice on your eye again
yep done that
K. Anything else happen?
Nah. Did all my homework tho. Watching Death Note.
Good. Hey, wont be home for ages. Reckon you have the house to yourself a few hours more tho.
🎉🎉🎉
Whatcha doing?
Traaaaaaaagos
???
Stuff came up, trust me its good
What kind of good?
You are THE WORST AT PHONES
I'm going to bed
Piled under blankets, wearing his new jacket, Kaden had his music playing to eat up the silence as he tried to go to sleep. He drifted in and out, too uncomfortable to really sleep, and was woken properly sometime after his playlist finished by the sound of a car, breaks screaming and the pulse of the music. The engine cut, and a door slammed – then two more, followed by male voices. There was the familiar sound of the front door opening – sometimes it needed a kick, and the voices filled up the house, uncaring of the hour. One of the voices was definitely Cy, but he didn’t recognise the voices and hey, even if he had, he was going to stay firmly put, pretending to sleep through it, but listening, as well as he could. The voices did not sound angry, nor did any of them sound like Barak; Kaden had to hope he was out with Cin, maybe that would put him in a better mood tomorrow morning. Eventually, he heard Tragos’ laugh, finally identifiable in the mass, and Kaden felt the tension level in his body start to shift. Okay, okay. He should probably go to sleep. He didn’t, though. His body wouldn’t let him. Kaden stayed awake listening to the voices, sometimes the laughter, sometimes the sudden drop in volume not because the voices stopped talking but because they didn’t want to be overheard, either because they’d remembered he lived here too, or because it was habit to drop their voices when they were talking about whatever shit they were planning. Had planned. Whatever. By the time his bedroom door cracked open, he was so tired he barely moved. His brain woke, though, incase it was morning, in case it was Barak again. He heard Tragos sniff though, heard the thump of boots shed onto the floor. "Y'awake?" Tragos whispered, and Kaden was, but god, he didn't want to be. He didn't moved, and there was a bit more shuffling around as Tragos got into bed too. Kaden could smell the alcohol, and the cigarette smoke clinging to Tragos' clothes from the others. And even though he'd washed his hands, heaps, Kaden could still smell the metal of the gun in his own hands, the evil tang of it like a taint on his skin. |