Andrew Kirin || Unicorn (unicorn_is_dead) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-11-25 05:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew kirin, caim/adrian marius |
Who: Adrian and Andy
What: Meeting up, long time no see
Where: Adrian's place, 'their' room
When: After Taj tells Andy what happened with his dad and Dally takes Casper in
Warnings: Probably the usual mentions of non-con, incest, recent trauma, etc
Andy was shaken, after finding out about his father, after taking a step in his relationship with Taj that he'd never thought he'd be able to take and was now wondering if he should have taken, after Taj had seized on the roof in a vision that was worse than any he'd seen in a very long time. Shaken and he hadn't been joking when he'd told Adrian that making a friend was almost more than his brothers meant to him (almost), much more than any family he had by blood, and that's what friend's did, right? Went to each other when bad things happened, although Andy thought he seemed to need an unfair amount of help when it came to that.
It wasn't the first time that Andy felt guilty about the things that tended to happen to him, his inability to cope with it after all the psychological and emotional defence mechanisms that he should have developed naturally had been dismantled and twisted into something perverse by the skipping of fingers over his skin and inside his body. He still felt guilty when he had to ask for help.
Taj had said Adrian had been asking after him though, had wanted to talk to him directly. It made him happy to know that his best friend and his brother and everything had made friends while he'd been... wherever he'd been in his head.
He was taking Taj's advice anyway and following up on his voicemail messages. He still had the key to the room he'd spent days in, trying to push away the memories of how depressed he'd been back then and hiding them alongside the recently dug up things he was dealing with about his father's rude break back into his life.
He slipped inside and toed his shoes off by the door, wrapped up in some of Kareems old but fluffy track bottoms, a huge tshirt of Dally's and a hoodie that almost came to mid-thigh on him that still smelled reassuringly like his dragon brother. Adrian wasn't about yet and Andy made for the bed, curling up on the covers and clutching a pillow to his chest to curl around. He sighed, warm enough and feeling like he'd stepped into some kind of shielded place away from any hands that might be reaching out again to hurt him.