beobscene (beobscene) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-06-06 23:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | jean-auguste charbonneau, kaydence wilde |
Who Jean-Auguste and Kay and Chess
Where The Mansion Kay grew up on that's located on Unholy Grounds
What Trying to get some papers out of Kay's mother's safe and getting evil spirit attacked. / and back to Kay's house for an angel ass whooping only to make nice later
When June 6th
Warning Language, Unholy creepy stuff
Status Still Adding
showmejazzhands:
Kaydence didn’t go home after work that night, he wanted to get this over and done with and he knew that if he had bothered to go back to his apartment first for a shower and a change of clothes then Chess being there would have given him the perfect excuse to stay and postpone this all for another time. Instead, the young man bit the bullet and headed along the familiar Boston streets not having to wait long at all for the angel with bat wings to show but he hadn’t expected the other to keep him waiting either, that wasn’t to say he thanked him for that though, in fact he didn’t even glance Jean’s way when the younger male made his way into the passenger seat of his car not acknowledging him in any way or form as he pulled back out away from the curb and headed in the direction he’d previously been going.
There wasn’t anything in particular that made Kayden not like the place he’d grown up in but upon arrival the reason as to why it had a tendency to creep him out was made obvious. There was nothing around at first, at least not within view but the pair of massive wrought iron gates, the stone pillars that held them and the huge gargoyles sitting on top. It would have been beautiful, it would have been the kind of look and creepy that Kayden loved had the things and experiences that had taken place inside had never of happened. Pulling up beside the gate, Kay waited until his window was down before punching in the code to the security system, waiting the huge gates open automatically, they looked as though they should have creaked or made some form of noise at all but they didn’t, there was nothing but the sound of his own breath and the car’s idling engine.
The driveway wove in winding curves all the way up to the house, and Kay drove it carefully, eyes fixed on the huge mansion that greeted them. It was massive, the sort of place that looked as though it would house the devil himself, every plant and herb that surrounded the huge expanse of the building dead and wirey as though gone that way from years of neglect but the grass was the perfect shade of green and the rose buses perfectly trimmed and in full bloom.
Jean:
Jean-Auguste let Kayden have his silence. He didn’t even say anything when he sat the mug in the console between them. He had an ear bud in one ear and the other open in case Kay was to actually say something, he’d hear him. He didn’t have as significant the amount of make-up as the last time, a little liner around the eyes this time. But, his outfit was just as trashy.
But, when they reached the gates Jean pulled the bud from his ear and sat up to check the place out. It was pretty damn cool looking to him. But, then Kay drove them passed the gates and the quarter-angel started to feel hot and clammy all at the same time. He wasn’t sure what was going on at first. He shook his head a few times trying to shake the feeling. His eyes kept staring at the mansion too. He started to readjust himself in the seat like he just couldn’t get comfortable and kept running his hands through his hair. He was even starting to sweat by the time they finally parked. He pushed the door open quick wanting out of the car like it was the car causing it. Maybe he was motion sick? He leaned his hands against his thighs and was breathing a little too heavy for normal. But, he just kept moving on. “I’m going in, you coming?” He asked.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden noticed the change in his little bat friend almost instantly but even though he noticed, even though those all seeing hazel eyes kept darting in the direction of his self proclaimed guardian Angel, the red head didn’t say a thing not until he shut off the engine and watched the way the other stood, bent almost in half, hands on his thighs. “You okay?” He asked even though he knew the answer to that already, climbing out of the car without bothering to lock the door behind him and headed toward the front door, keys in hand while his eyes left the angel for barely a second to glance up at the inconspicuous symbol painted above the entrance way. “...Maybe this isn’t the best place for you...” He murmured out, eyes making their way back to the other, studying his face, he’d never really known his mother or his childhood home to be evil but maybe, just maybe the creepy feeling he had was actually justififed.
Jean:
“I’ll be fine.” He insisted not wanting to lose the opportunity. He started to take some power steps to the door determined to do this thing. But, he did speak on the way. “These grounds are cursed. Unholy. I’m not leaving till I find something.” He was adamant about continuing. He looked at Kay as he waited for him to unlock the door. “Hey. Can I count on you to drag me out if I pass out? I’ll try to poof out if it gets that far. Can I?” But, he for some reason he didn’t expect a positive answer or even trust if he said yes that it would be followed through on.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden felt his heart sink in his chest the moment he heard those words. Cursed. Unholy. Deep down he’d always known it but he’d also managed to successfully ignore it, it was why he didn’t have mirrors inside of his own home, it was why the ones inside this huge gothic mansion were covered in black garbage bags. As much as Kay claimed not to remember his mother he knew things, bits and pieces of bizarre memories that made no sense to his adult mind but most of all he remembered her face, wicked and evil in every way and yet the photos he’d seen of her was beautiful, ageless and completely flawless it wasn’t the face he’d remembered seeing on those rare occasions as a child so he’d always just assumed it to be his imagination. “Here.” He mumbled out, handing his car keys over to Jean, “Go take the car back out the gates. I’ll get you what you need from inside.”
Jean:
Jean-Auguste hesitated wanting to participate but in the end he snapped up the keys. “Alright, but I still might come back and snoop around on my own if you can’t find enough to go on.” Then he shook his head changing his mind. He was back and forth all over the place. He wanted to see what was in there, not just papers. “Fine.” He caved for the second time as his breathing sounded more like wheezing. “If you don’t come back in ten, I’m coming in after you. Who knows what’s in there?” He was honestly worried about even letting Kay inside such an abandoned evil place. All sorts of undead or infernal spirits lingered around vacant places like this.
showmejazzhands:
And it was precisely the reason as to why Kaydence hated the place, why it successfully managed to creep him out so badly, why he hadn’t said a single word in the car on his way there, for a man who could see everything for what it really was, for a human that could see an angel or demon even while they resided in a realm outside of human perception was Kay’s very own version of a personal hell. He hated this place. He hated this place more than he hated anything else, more even than he did his own mother. Without another word to Jean and with a face set like stone void of any sort of expression Kay unlocked the door and stepped inside, letting it swing shut soundless behind him. The sunlight filtered in through cracks between the expensive, heavy fabric drapes and those few skylights scattered around the place, it was barely enough to see by but he couldn’t bring himself to turn on a light, he didn’t want to see what was inside. He felt them though in the way the fine hairs at the nape of his neck and along his arms stood instantly on end, it was cold inside, far too cold.
His mother had never hid what she did from him, he was inferior to her in every single way imaginable, what harm would it be to have the pathetic excuse of child born of ritual, evil and blood sacrifice knowing what she did, she was supposed to have had a baby girl, the child of Satan himself, instead, despite all her best efforts, the witch got landed with Kayden.
It was the very same room he was born in that Kay made his way to without so much as a second thought, the room where everything had ever gone down in the household and of the keys he still held in his hand he picked out the right one for the padlock he’d put in place years before.
Jean:
Meanwhile, Jean-Auguste had gone back to the car and driven it around the circle and back out to the gate. The further he got from the house the more nervous he became. Once outside the gates, he his heart slowed and his breathing stabilized. It took a moment for the clamminess to really release from him. But, he never really felt like normal. He had too much concern for Kayden and wasn’t going to relax till he saw him come back out that front door. The longer it took Kay to come back, the more he thought he might should just poof on in there. He felt like he was doing the wrong thing, not being there to watch Kay. He was getting his strength back. Maybe he just needed to get a good breath and steady himself? He was making excuses in his mind and trying to pump himself back up to just do it.
showmejazzhands:
Again when an old door had not been moved in years it should have creaked, it should have made some form of sound but it didn’t, there was nothing and Kay’s footsteps froze where they were as though cemented to the very floor itself the moment he saw the inside of the room. It looked just as he remembered, just as it had the day he’d locked that door but as he stepped through the doorframe and into the room it hit him. The pain was worse than anything he’s ever felt, a thousand different voices were screaming inside of his head, they knew his name every single one of them and as his eyes adjusted to the dark he saw them, glimpses of horror, faces long lost, hollow sockets were eyes should have been while other’s looked entirely normal though very much the spirits of the dead, the only things missing were their fingernails. He stumbled, his lungs suddenly forgetting how they were supposed to function while his hand shot out to steady himself only to have a hand, a hand which shouldn’t have been visible to the human eye enclose around his wrist to steady him. Anyone else might have screamed, on some level or another he knew that but instead Kay was frozen, his eyes fixed directly on the face of the man that had grabbed him, his throat slit from ear to ear, open and gaping before he flickered and disappeared momentarily. It was enough to kick start his limbs, his heart racing faster than it ever had before in his entire life, his breath almost as nonexistent as the terrified, angry and murderous voices of those around him should have been. He didn’t look up and he didn’t blink as he all but ran across the room to the safe, cracking the code as easily as he had the day he’d first tried to break into it and grabbed everything that was inside.
Jean:
Jean-Auguste couldn’t take it. It was just taking too long. Or at least he thought it was taking too long. He hadn’t bothered to look at a watch. He was standing outside staring at the house with far too many hypotheticals going on his head. He was too worried to stay there any longer and it made him feel like a bit of chicken to just stand there doing nothing while his human was left to fend for himself. Nope. He was going in. He finally made the decision and just poofed inside. Jean-Auguste was just as sensitive to the dead as Kay was, well… he couldn’t see them all… but he could feel them even when they were out of sight. He landed in the room just in time to witness Kay running for the safe. Being this deep in with such a concentration of evil made the angel’s symptoms kick in with full effect and then some when he appeared. The labored breathing, the sweats, all of it, but he ran up behind Kay and huffed, “Come on, man. This place is wack. Get it open.”
showmejazzhands:
Kayden didn’t even flinch when the angel popped in behind him, it was just another voice that seemed to echo inside of his already throbbing head, his brain starting to feel too large as though it had swollen to three times the size, a size that his mere human skull couldn’t possibly contain. His head felt as though it were about to explode and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Even as he opened the safe he didn’t look around at the room, didn’t look at the hands that reached for him or the ones that tried to keep the safe pressed shut even as he pulled the heavy door open. He didn’t look but he knew they were there just as he knew what was in the room around him, the symbols painted on the walls, the alter, the blood stains that would never come out and had never been bothered to be cleaned away. The pain in his head altered his vision, blurred it to the point that once he had everything in his arms and turned around he ran straight into Jean, a trickling line of blood running down from one nostrils. “Out. Now. Move.”
Jean:
Jean-Auguste could have felt his urgency without the words. He had the initial instinct to just poof Kay the heck outta there to stop it all from hurting him when he saw the nose bleed. But, then he remembered the poofing only made everything worse too. He wouldn’t resort to that for Kay without it being a last resort. He also wanted to test the power of the stones out on Kay but this wasn’t the time. In the end he just made hasty movements to get the heck out of there. “Go go go.” He said after him and was straining to keep going himself. He shoved his way through cold chills he knew were spirits and it hit hard against his feverish body. But, kept right behind Kay the whole time until he saw the door and shot through it thinking he was on his way to safety. But, he’d forgotten he poofed in and the car was all the way out by the gates. They’d have to trek the whole yard. “Fuck” He wheezed holding his stomach when saw the car so far away.
showmejazzhands:
If it hadn’t been for that little push Kay might not have been able to find his way back to the door, he did though, he was out of the room, away from them away from the evil, and most of them seemed to be stuck inside despite the now opened door but there was a few that followed, a few that seemed to take interest in the angel and Kay watched in horror as they reached desperately for those white leathery bat wings. He didn’t pause to think as he gripped everything that was in the safe in one arm while the other reached out, right through an angry spirit and grabbed Jean’s arm, forcing him out the front door ahead of him. It wasn’t his wisest move in the world which became obvious the moment he moved to follow the other outside and with a cry of rage, with murderous words heard only to Kay’s ears a body visible only to his eyes stepped right through him and slammed the door shut with the human still inside. “Fuck....you’ve gotta be kidding me!” The cry of frustration escaped Kay’s own pale lips, he could taste blood on his lips but he ignored it trying the door but unable to get it to budge he headed straight for the window.
Jean:
When Jean-Auguste had turned around at the wack of the door behind him, he knew they were in trouble. These spirits were able to really touch them. Some could. Some couldn’t. It all depended on the content of their evil or practice in the undead realm, long time dead. These were anything but happy spirits. But, that’s when Jean-Auguste did it. He wasn’t going to just let that happen to the soul he was guarding. They’d gone too far. He vanished into thin air. Or at least he tried. It didn’t actually work the first time. His powers were weakened and he didn’t have full control of them. He went for a second round and appeared right as Kay was at the point of using the window and grabbed him, arms slung fully around him and he tried to poof them outta there and “DAMN DAMN DAMN” he cursed when it didn’t work right away again, but it just like before, a second later they were gone. He didn’t have it in him to direct their location perfectly either. He crash landed them a third of the way to the gate and they still had a few yards to run. They still weren’t alone either. Things had followed them. “Keep going!” He yelled at Kay as he scrambled to his feet pulling the other up, tugging at his clothes to help him along. But, he did them wasn’t follow Kay. He turned right around, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks, hair drenched in sweat, skin paler than the ghosts of the undead, and chest heaving wheezing breaths and rose his hands up to the sky causing that upside cross on his arm to be right side up and started to chant out for the powers of the four directions of good to help them. Everything he spoke was a toss up between Latin and jibberish as he spoke in angel’s tongues. His body was weak but his will was strong and he was going to protect the area from anything else passing the place he stood on until he knew Kay was past the gates. Jean-Auguste would be lucky if he didn’t collapse when it was over. He was no full blooded angel.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden wasn’t exactly sure what was happened, he’d been two seconds away from breaking the window when those arms wrapped around him and seemed to pull him back. He didn’t have much time to think, he wasn’t even aware of what thoughts were running through his mind at that point, it could have been anything, it could have been anyone. It wouldn’t have been the first time a spirit had tried to take over his body, they never managed it of course but it was cold and it hurt like hell. It wasn’t the same pain though and that was something he realized the moment his entire body hit the grass hard. Every book, envelope and scrap of paper he held within his arms staying within his grip but if it hadn’t been for the hands pulling him up to his feet again he probably wouldn’t have managed it. The blood from his nose bleed was soaking the front of his shirt as he stumbled, pausing only once he realized that Jean wasn’t with him, he was swaying where he stood, his vision blurred with pain as he turned around to face the angel. He couldn’t understand a word of what he said but whatever he was saying it was making something inside of Kay cringe and ache in a way he’d never experienced before. “Fuck forget it, you’re gonna fucking drop.” He hissed out, gripping the back of the other’s shirt, trying to tug him back toward the gate and not letting go until they were there and he’d managed to force the angel off of the land he’d grow up on, pushing everything he’d taken from his mother’s safe into his arms.
Jean:
Jean-Auguste didn’t stop what he was doing till the moment he was dragged bodily past the safety. It kept everything off of them like an invisible force field or barrier. Even once he was across it he sat on the pavement with his arms up, worried about putting them down. They hadn’t crossed to holy grounds, just plain old regular ground and those spirits could cross if they damn well wanted to. Usually, in these cases, that didn’t happen, but there were no guarantees. He felt dizzy though, he felt heavy. But, being off the cursed land was helping him breathe easier. He scooted backwards and shimmy his way to the car once he did put his hands down and struggled with the door yanking on the handle a few times before he got it open, slammed himself into the passenger’s seat and hoped to God Kay was managing to get in the other side. It was only then he started to gain his bearings able to have enough mind to really look around and check for Kay.
showmejazzhands:
If it had just been him there Kay would have never have gone in that room and even if he had he would have ditched everything he’d retrieved long before he’d even made it back to the front door but he’d been determined to keep a hold of them, otherwise it would have all been for nothing and he wasn’t coming back from all of that empty handed so once his angel and the safe contents were inside of his car he stumbled his way over to the driver’s seat and slid inside, ignoring the tremble in his hands as he closed the door behind him but luckily Jean had left the key sitting in the ignition, he might not have been able to manage that one if he hadn’t. With his face even paler than normal, his eyes carefully avoiding those stopping by the closing gate he didn’t even look over his shoulder as he backed right out onto the street and drove back the way he’d came. He couldn’t hear over the ringing in his head, he couldn’t see through the pain behind his eyes and his nose was still trickling blood but he ignored it and kept driving, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned stark white.
Jean:
When Jean-Auguste heard the car start he felt a lot better, but he turned to see how intense Kay looked, his own body settling out he wished like mad his dad was there to lay his hands on Kay with his ability to invoke calm. But, he tried the best he could. He swallowed and took a deep breath and reached over and laid a hand on Kay’s thigh. “We’re fine. We made it.” He spoke in a voice of serenity and strangely peaceful in the middle of the hype that was in the air. He laid another hand on top of Kay’s to settle his shakes that were just under that now white knuckles. He wasn’t using magic like his father. He didn’t really have that exact ability, but he did have that heavenly lit presence as his slate blue eyes were cast on Kay that was normally able to change the aura in a room.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden didn’t say anything but when one of those hands came to touch his thigh and the other came to rest over his hand his heavy lidded and slightly out of focus eyes turned to the younger male beside him. He was alert, he’d been trying to focus and now he was starting to feel calm, with that came a sense of weariness and the adrenalin started to wear off. As his eyes turned to Jean and his head followed so did his hands, the car began to veer across the road. He didn’t even seem to notice.
Jean:
Jean-Auguste grabbed the wheel quick veering them back quick center, across the line, then back center again, making their S-swerve a back into reality, pumping the angel's adrenaline again in a snap. "The road The road" He shouted to get his attention.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden cursed, jerking back the wheel with a jump, his eyes blinking rapidly as he continued down the road. “ fuck....sorry.” He mumbled back out one hand leaving the wheel to push his hair back away from his eyes before wiping the blood from beneath his nose, feeling it coat his hand, cooling and starting to congeal. “I gotta pull over.” He added, checking his blind spot before guiding the car over to the curb, pulling into park just a little roughly, the tires almost running up over the sidewalk. “Now you know why I hate the fucking house....”
Jean:
"It's alright. That was nuts." He answered taking his own breather when the car came to a stop. "Yeah. I do. Shit Kay? How did you grow up in that, even for a little while? Especially with your... well... being you?" He asked. He took a moment to put his head between his knees himself and take a few breaths. He flipped his damp hair up and ran both hands through it then started to use the back of his hands to wipe at his eyes. Then he did it again with the heels of his palms. "Is the bleeding stopping?" He asked before catching sight of everything Kay went in there to get. "I should take this back to my place and just look it all over? Do you care if I take it to examine it all? Or are you gonna make me chill at your place? That's a lot to go through. It could take hours and maybe days to weed through all that."
showmejazzhands:
For a moment Kay did nothing but sit there with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose as he nodded his head a little in response, grumbling something out that made no sense at first. “Yeah, I think it stopped about five minutes ago.” He replied, glancing toward the pile he’d pulled from the safe, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t care what you do with it. Take it. Burn it. I don’t give a fuck. Her birth certificate doesn’t even make any sense to me, the years don’t add up, most of it is written in a language I can’t understand, there’s also a family tree looking thing in there somewhere that’[s just as fucked as the rest of it.” In regards to growing up there and what he saw Kayden didn’t say a thing, sometimes when children were younger they had imaginary friends, so had Kay only his imaginary friends hadn’t been so imaginary and then he’d gotten older and moved away, apparently his ‘ friends’ hadn’t taken it so well.
Jean:
"Good." He breathed out. "I'll deal with it. I can figure out really old languages." The angel reassured him despite all the nasty way Kay spoke about it. He was catching on to his lingo and how he reacted to things. "I'll take care of it. Let's just get you back home. Your boy is probably waiting on you." Jean looked down at the blood all over Kay's shirt. "You want to trade?" He wondered if he'd want Chess to see him like that.
showmejazzhands:
Kay frowned when he heard that, his eyes slowly blinking open, head tilting to the side to give him a confused look before he realized what he was talking about and those hazel eyes moved down to his own shirt and he couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head a little as he did so. "What a day to wear white huh?" He asked with a sarcastic little chuckle before he turned his attention back to the road, pulling car back out once it was safe to do so. "You need me to drop you off somewhere?"
Jean:
Jean had to laugh too. He needed it just to let off some steam, something to balance out what just happened. "Dude. Fashion no no. Take notes: No wearing white to possible blood baths." He sunk low in his seat shaking his head as the ludacrisness of it all. "Naw. I can get anywhere. Just take us to your place. Get you home. I'll go from there where I need to go next." He just didn't say he was going to be hanging out on the outside of Kay's building in the other realm, keeping watch. He wasn't convinced the spirits at the other place were willing to stay quite so put behind gates. He was going to make sure before he went off trying to decipher the mystery of Kay's family treasure.
showmejazzhands:
Kay nodded his head a little, briefly glancing over in Jean's direction, some part of him had always believed what the other had told him about himself but then the logical part of his human mind had been so wrapped up in its own little security blanket that he refused to believe it. The fact of the matter was simply that it was starting to seep through now and he wasn't too sure what to think about that. That alone wasn't the biggest thing though, Jean had come back for him, he'd been hurt, he'd been barely standing and he'd come back for him. "You can come up when we get there...." After he said it thought he smirked a little, stopping at the lights. "I think Chess has something he wants to tell you too."
Jean/Chess
Jean nodded to that too. "I'll come up then." All the Kay being semi-nice thing was putting the angel way too off gaurd and defenses low. One thing Jean knew from this event, or at least "thought" he knew was Kay cared in some way. Why else would he push him out the front door? And drag him back outside the gates? In Jean's mind this all meant something. Kay so had something more up his sleeve, even within whatever manner or level of care he managed to have. Jean just didn't know it yet. "Oh yeah? I didn't know you told him about me. Cool. I'll totally meet him." He agreed.
Once they made it back to Kay's place he carried the mother's stuff up with him feeling pretty worn out. His hair was almost dry by then but still looked like he'd just gotten out of some sweaty dance club gone wild by then. He sat the pile down right inside the door then put his hands on top of his head stretching continuing whatever conversation he and Kay were having on the way up, "...yeah, Kay. The whole thing is --" But, he stopped mid sentence as he saw the sight in Kay's living room. It was Chess laying belly down on the floor, in front of the tv, a game controller still in his hand, empty orange stain plates not far off from where he laid, from the lasagna he ate, and the sound of heavy breathing. Chess had fallen asleep playing and game was stuck with his character continually walking into a wall over and over. But, the voice had woken him and he jerked his head back to find the source in a half sleep daze and saw that damn skinny ass sexy angel and his eyes narrowed quick. He tore himself out of the blanket he was he cocooned in, standing up wearing nothing a pair of old sweat pants. He had really made himself at home. "Hey" He said, but not in the tone of a hello greeting. He was boldly marching himself right up into the situation. He was ready to give the little twit a piece of his mind. But, then he looked at Kay and saw the blood all over his shirt and his face went from annoyed to all out mad. Chess didn't give Jean-Auguste the time of day then. He stormed right up to him with relentless steps, warned him, (because Chess always warns his victims, he never wants to be accused of being a pussy ass bitch who sucker punched someone because they were too scared to fight someone straight up) his eyes were fiery wide "It's coming" were his two words of warning as his arm hauled back only to connect square in the jaw with a follow through that had Chess's arm come clean across his body. He didn't stop there though. Chess was practiced and fast enough out of a dead sleep to hit him again on the way down, "Guardian angel my fucking ass. Look at him." Then kicked him the first moment he was down.
(2:45:14 AM) showmejazzhands:
Okay, so Kay hadn’t really expected Chess to punch the guy upon first sight, not at all and it was his own fault really because he should have expected it, he really should have but he hadn’t, he’d thought that maybe there would be some bickering that Chess would give Jean a mouthful but he’d never actually expected him to throw that punch, hell, as if that wasn’t enough on the way down he added that kick and Kay’s eyes just about popped out of his head. “Jesus...” He muttered out, moving to walk straight past the pair but on the way he grabbed the back of the waistband of Chester’s sweat pants and yanked him away from his angel as he did so, waiting until he’d shoved him back on the direction of his game before finally letting him go. “80 bucks says I can beat your score in ten minutes, prove me wrong.” He challenged, glancing back at Jean before jerking his head toward the bedroom. “There’s a pair of drawstring pj’s in there, top draw you can shove on after your shower, grab any shirt you want.”
JudgeGatesofSyn:
Yeah, maybe Kay didn't know Chess as well as he thought he did. Or maybe he didn't realize Chess's personally would thread that deep into his caring for Kay? Chess was a brawler. Period. He was. But, maybe Kay did know him pretty well because he read the next line like a book. Chess was pulled back by his britches and he heard the bet and he tottered off to the screen to make sure he had a high score to beat and only gave Jean a dirty look as he the poor thing got up and walked past his, going the long way around to follow Kay's instructions. "Thanks" was all he even said to Kay before disappearing to get cleaned up. That left Chess and Kay alone for a moment and Chess said, "What'd you bring him here for anyway?" without looking away from the high score he was trying to accrue.
showmejazzhands:
"None of your damn business that's what." Kay replied automatically in a tone that should have been snappy if it hadn't been for the smirk of his face or the way his leg shot out as the toe of his sneaker kicked at Chess' hip in an almost affectionate manner before his eyes wandered toward his bedroom once more. "For starters I wasn't expecting the first thing for him to be met with would be your fist but hey beggars can't be choosers, I'll be back, clean that shit up." He ordered, motioning carelessly toward the plates as though he really couldnt care less about them in the first place before he heaed toward his bedroom, stripping his bloody shirt of as he did so and throwing it in the hamper, eyes roaming the room for the other, it was a new feeling for Kay, he couldn't help but wonder if this is what people referred to when they spoke of guilt.
JudgeGatesofSyn:
Chess caught the affection and that was enough for him. He wasn't so picky. He liked Kay that way. He even leaned his head to the left to touch the side of his leg with it as his own means of affection without really getting up to ruin his score. "Well, You said you didn't want him here hunny pie. And he sucks at protecting you. I'll do that better." He scoffed, eyes never leaving the screen. "Tell me what the hell happened when you get back." He said still determined for a high score. There was a part of Chess that eyed Kay as he took his shirt off going through the door, jealous maybe? But, he was so used to having so many people at his own house and the half of them waltzing around naked or drunk, he half didn't bat an eye. In the bedroom Jean had just found the PJ's and was getting ready to head to the shower when he saw Kay. "Just... Just don't." he didn't even want to talk about it. "Im fine." He said assuming Kay might actually ask and kept making headway to the bathroom.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden blew out a long,low sigh when he heard that, his hand coming up to push his hair back awa from his face as he watched the angel, waiting until he'd gotten almost to the bathroom before he reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm, watching him closely, behind him but being extremely careful not to touch thosebeautiful white wings as he turbed him around to see the damage done to his face. "I thought he'd have a dig at you, give you a mouthful, I didn't think he'd actually hit you...S..." He trailed off, that one word just didnt seem to want to escape his lips. "Sorry."
JudgeGatesofSyn:
Jean-Auguste almost jerked his arm away untill he heard Kay speak. He turned to look at him and he did have a busted lip. He saw the word sorry being attempted by Kay's and he smiled, a little blood rushing from the movement of his mouth where the split was. "Accepted." Then he pulled away, his bat wings giving a little flap as he got through the bathroom door. "I'll heal." He said when he turned around to close it and lock it. It wasn't long before the water was heard through the door. It was about the same time Chess was calling out whatever number his score was and laughing. He didn't seem worried about anything that just happened. He was so used to this weird party culture he lived it, more than likely he'd act like nothing even happened when Jean-Auguste came back out.
showmejazzhands:
“And what you think I haven’t already beat that score today at work?” Kay called right back even though his eyes were still fixed on the close bathroom door, his tone patronizing and back to his usual drawl as he spoke to Chess and yet the frown still hadn’t left his brow. Jean had helped him earlier, he’d risked his own life and came back for him and it came to no surprise to probably anyone that Kay couldn’t seem to say that he’d honestly do the same for someone else given the situation. Taking a clean cloth from the cabinet he grabbed another shirt and carried both into the kitchen, dampening it in the kitchen sink and using it to wipe his face, hands neck and chest free of blood before pulling on the clean shirt. He felt like hell, honestly starting to think that he preferred the shit storm of ghosts to the feeling that was eating away at him at that moment.
JudgeGatesofSyn:
Chess for all his disassociated appearence was listening better than it seemed. When he heard the water go on for the shower and Kay bellow back he got up and was going to find Kay in the bedroom but he'd already walked back out into the kitchen area so he tracked him over there instead. Kay wasn't nice to anyone. This much Chess knew for sure. This wasn't Chess's house full of party people. This was usually a very empty house. It finally settled in his mind that if he let Jean use his shower like that there was something more going on. He just wasn't sure whether he should be worried or not. He came up behind Kay stuck his head on his shoulder while he was leaning over the sink and whispered, "Are you mad?" with a tone of apology, but he was more confused than ever because the last thing he knew was Kay didn't want the guy around and was very passionately spoken about it too.
showmejazzhands:
“Huh?” Kay asked, looking back over at Chess and giving him a strange look, a look that was expressed quite clearly through his eyebrows alone before he shook his head in response and slipped the clean black wife beater down over his head. “No, why would I be mad?” He asked as though it was one of the most profound things he’d ever heard in his life. Turning around to face Chess he shrugged once more, looking at him even as he wiped the wash cloth beneath his nose for good measure making sure he’d gotten all of it. He still wasn’t sure what they were, Jean had called Chess his boyfriend and he was pretty sure that Chess was now calling himself that two but hell, did Kay really even do that shit? He really just didn’t know anymore.
JudgeGatesofSyn:
Chess was definitely under the impression considering Kay agreed to be with only him. But, there was that little piece of Chess that wondered if threesomes counted against the concept. He might have even mentioned the question to an old friend a day or so back. Chess's mind was strange really if one sat back and thought about it. He actually felt guilty for acting weird and perverty flirty with an old friend because he liked Kay and didn't want to end up in bed with the guy if it would mess him and Kay up. Then went all out and asked Kay to only be with him, all while making conversation with someone about if it's appropriate to ask your boyfriend for a threesome. Yeah. Chess's brain apparently had his own morals. But, then again with his a history like his, it was really no wonder, "Just making sure I guess. I didn't know you liked the dude." Chess shirked then went off back to the couch and sitting in the corner of it. But, there wasn't much time for Kay to answer before Jean timidly stood in the doorway looking out at both of them, but it was Chess who first spoke, "hey dude? You ever do this?" He pointed at the screen and Jean looked around the corner, wearing a pair of Kay's pj pants and stepped out to get a better view. "Yeah. But, I'm really more into Rock Band." Chess's eyes shot wide. "I didn't bring that. I don't know if Kay has it. You and me are totally going to kick Rock Band ass then. But, for now come here. Beat it?" he pointed at the score. But Jean shook his head no, "Let's play double." Chess started grinning and they went and sat indian style in front of the tv and started to play. Some how Kay wasn't looked at just yet. So there sat in Kay' s usually empty living room Chess (his supposed all of a sudden boyfriend - who would kick anyone's ass for him and claimed he'd drag his ass out of the looney bin if they ever got him again) and his Jean his gardian angel with white bats wings (who already did risk for him) curled just right so that it looked like they were sheltering over Chess's back and they were already giggling, both wearing jammy's and no shirts, both tattooed all over, as the game started. Then they both looked over their shoulders at the exact same time to Kay, both with a grin on their mouths, "Come watch Kay" they spoke the same words too.