Thread: Brotherly Incentive WHO: Davian and Paxton Rivera WHERE: The tower where Ambriel and Davian live WHEN: Sunday the 21st [backdated]
Paxton had spent the night in James' room. Talking, fucking, trying to get him out of his funk. While he had left James with something of a smile on his lips, Paxton knew that he had not fixed whatever was broken inside the young vampire. What was worse, he did not know if there even was anything he could do to properly fix it.
The same went for his brother. Davian was in trouble. Not his usual kind of trouble: he was spinning his wheels and that's when Davian tended to retreat and do nothing. Doing nothing was, right now, about the worst he could do. He needed to commit. He needed to get over that finish line, otherwise he would end his time here with nothing to show for it. The angel was all fine and dandy, but sometimes Davian needed a kick in the ass. Paxton was the one to do that. That angel was too nice.
Since he did not want to intrude on his brother and his lover while they were engaged a morning delight, he waited until he saw the angel leaving for something, probably Sunday morning fucking mass or whatever. Good. At least Davian could be depended on for sleeping in.
Paxton ascended the stairs and threw open the door, hoping to surprise Davian. "Wakey-wakey, fuckhead."