Who Chess and Kay When One flashback tag and Christmas Day Where The Scott-Wilde home in a hospital bed What Present Time - Lordship, Island, and Zombie Proof Homes Warnings Some sad cuz Chess is injured from his shooting himself
When Kaydence started to stir the next day he had no idea how much time had passed, where he was or when he'd fallen asleep, he hadn't meant to sleep, he was supposed to stay awake and keep an eye on Chess, make sure he didn't crash on him during the night and reverse everything Jules had done for him. Oh fuck! Just like that, as though someone had doused him in a bucket of icy cold water to wake him up Kayden's eyelids flew open and his gaze found Chess right there sleeping half on top of him, his arms still wrapped securely around his husband's form and he held his breath until he saw the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Relief flooded through him once more, his own heart rate settling down the moment he realized he was okay, or as okay as one could be after causing a fist fight between heaven's Angels and after trying to kill himself, what would have happened if he'd been strong enough to step away and let the pain end for the musician when Death had been waiting for him to do so? He knew the answer to that and he thanked God and the Devil that he always had been such a stubborn and selfish asshole. Speaking of the Devil...'Jean?' He sent the prayer out, not sure if the quarter angel would hear him while he watched Chess sleep, fingers stroking through the dark hair at the side of his head that wasn't bandaged. '...He's okay. He's alive, he's breathing and just as much a cocky little shit as ever...Jules is in Hell though. He took us there..I don't know what time it is or when he got there or if he's out yet...fuck if he can get out...He saved him Jean...'
CHRISTMAS DAY
showmejazzhands: Kaydence never really had been one to celebrate nor do anything for Christmas, he did have somewhat of a God Complex after all but just as with all the holidays that had so far passed Kay knew that Chess would want to celebrate it whether or not he would willingly admit that was an entirely different matter though. So Kaydence had gone out and bought them a Christmas tree which he'd set up in the bedroom beside the other who had still seen better days but that was of course to be suspected of someone who had taken a gun to their own skull.
When Christmas morning rolled around there was a small collection of neatly wrapped gifts with Chess Scott-Wilde's name marked upon them but he would wake up there alone in the bed, a small gift wrapped box nestled neatly in his lap while Kaydence made what was probably his tenth cup of coffee and lit his millionth cigarette in the kitchen, hazel eyes staring out into apparently nowhere, while his mind remained lost in thought. Inside that little gift he's left on him Chess would find a brand new IPod that had been removed previously from its packaging with two songs loaded onto it and ready to play. The first to come through was one he'd written and recorded with the help of Chess' colleagues a while back called Summertime ((OOC: the lyric 'your lip gloss smile' would have been changed to 'your lip ring smile')) and the next that played was a new one, one he'd just barely completed in time but sleepless nights had undoubtedly managed while Chess recovered from his very near death experience titled The Light Behind Your Eyes.
PittSoDeep: A very slowly healing Chess Scott-Wilde roused to find himself alone in the room and a smile started to quirk each side of his mouth as he caught sight of the Christmas tree. Christmases were huge in the Scott household. This would be his first Christmas without his parents and sister and cousins. A few random stray relatives existed that he didn't know very well and they still hadn't called Chess since their passing. So he didn't figure the rest of who was out there wasnt going to get all sentimental on him. The tree had moving lights just like his mother liked. That made him smile the most. He moved his arm and finally noticed the IPod and curiosity got him as he pressed play to see what was on it. When he heard Kay's voice he couldn't move. He found himself frozen as he listened. He remembered a time he asked Kay if he would just play with him in his studio, just for kicks, and that Chess didn't care if it sounded good or not, he only wanted to play. Kay swore he couldn't sing. The rat liar. But, he didn't understand either. Did Kay write these? Chess had never heard these songs before. But, wherever they came from and he had a sneaking suspicion that Kay wrote them himself. They sounded like Kay, the way he talks. The lyrics to the last one had Chess's head pounding because he started to cry. "Kay." He called out in a rough sounding voice. The moment Kay would show up his pink, still slightly swollen face beneath the head bandages would say... well actually what came out was inaudible due to the crying. Then after that a couple apologies started to pour out because he listened to all the lyrics very closely. "I can't make it stop." He meant his crying and the song asked him not to cry.
showmejazzhands: When he heard the call of his name Kay breathed out a soft sigh and turned around to stub out the remainder of his cigarette in the ashtray on the kitchen counter beside him before he grabbed his coffee in one hand and headed back into the bedroom, pausing however the moment he reached the doorway and saw Chess there in tears, practically sobbing uncontrollably and trying to apologize. What the actual fuck?! There he was with those headphones still in his ears and the sight made Kayden's stomach drop and his heart sink in his chest...well that gift had obviously backfired in ways it wasn't supposed to. Damnit. He really just couldn't seem to get anything right with Chess these days, maybe he should have given up on the whole present idea before he'd even started, too bad there was already some more little things wrapped up and under that tree he'd set up for his husband. "Hell, I expected you to laugh and take the piss outta me with that terrible shit not cry because it's the most horrendous thing you've ever heard." He replied dryly with all his usual sarcasm, lifting a single shoulder in a careless little shrug. "At least you can get use outta the Ipod, I'm sure yours would be about full now anyway."
PittSoDeep: He assumed Kay knew he was crying because he was touched and the most sappy guy on the entire planet right then and not really because he thought it was horrendous. He punched what was meant to be a hard jab to Kay's side, but in Chess's weakened state wasn't much of anything really the motion of his arm brushing Kay. "Fuck you. I love you. If you delete these I will kill you." The words were hiccuped out. The problem was crying like that really did make his head throb. His hand haphazardly went to his head from reflex to the pain and a new little whimper slipped out.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence cringed the moment he heard that whimper and saw Chess reach for his head, the action and the sound that had escaped him only making him feel ten times worse, he'd told Chess as he was trying to fight his way back to the land of the living that he'd wrote him a song that he was going to give him for Christmas so even when he'd wanted to back out of it he'd thought that he should probably stay true to his world, what a fucking terrible idea that had been. "Looks like you might have to kill me then." He replied with a smirk that hid his guilt as he reached for the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, popping the cap and handing two of them over to Chess with the glass of water. "Show anyone before I get around to it though and I might just kill you myself." He added his tone making it very hard to determine whether he was kidding or not. "Can you sit up, you've got a few more under there but if you're gonna turn into a blubbering mess with all of them I might just use them to make a bonfire in the living room instead."
PittSoDeep: "I can't make any promises." He said about not showing anyone. He grinned when Kay said he'd have to kill him. It was kinda weird how that almost emotionless tone could perk Chess up. He took the pain killers and added, "I like bon fires. Want one." His hand kept grabbing for Kay aimlessly only catching air. "Come closer asshole." This was something Chess hadn't completely figured out. But his was going to need some physical therapy on his arms and hands to build back up their strength and to retrain his brain to rewire neurons in a new path. It didn't have to be permanent damage if he stuck to the exercises. But Chess hadn't been informed of much. Kay on the other hand would have been told everything before they left the hospital. He would know how this would affect his guitar playing, anything he does with his hands really. He hardly had been awake much until the last couple days he was gaining more time again. He was a pretty lucky guy really all things considering. He blew a hole in his head and came out the other side with minimal damage.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence watched him closely, knowing that he was well within reaching distance and noticing the way that Chess didn't seem to realize that he was right there and just couldn't seem to control his hand enough to actually close around him to pull him in. "Well do you want to see them before I start a bonfire with them or are you happy for me to just throw them in unwrapped?" He asked, so many troubled emotions hidden from his face and eyes as he made his way closer to Chess, climbing right into the bed beside him, sitting with his back against the headboard, wondering just how much of the conversation they'd had inside of the other's mind that night that he remembered. He hadn't slept since that night and he hadn't gotten too close to Chess either, too afraid that he'd hurt him more than what he already had, he might as well have put the gun to the musician's head and pulled the trigger himself. "How're you feeling?"
PittSoDeep: Chess finally managed to get his hand on Kay and pulled him in closer, close as he could, holding him to his side. "No bonfires in the house. Last time Jean and his stupid boyfriend almost burned our awesome bed to bits." Once Kay was that close it was like the whole world was a better place to live in. Chess' smiled and closed his eyes against him. He always looked so tired anymore. "I feel good. Perfect." Ok so maybe that was a lie. He was in a lot of pain and had like zero energy but he didn't care. He had Kay. And he had Kay right next to him like he liked it. That was enough to make any moment as close to perfection as it could get for Mr. Chess Scott-Wilde. "I don't remember shopping." He didn't shop for Christmas presents and now it was Christmas. "I remember thinking I was going to on my laptop. I don't remember if I did." He didn't. He slept too much. He'd get an idea and usually just drift off, between his body trying to heal itself, and all the pain killers, and the pain, sleep was just all he really did anymore. Besides those few moments he'd wake up and do the one of two things, pet his dog, or call for Kay.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence let Chess manoeuvre him how he wanted without much resistance or complaint, his brow knitting into a slight frown as he listened to those exhausted sounding words, shaking his head a little as he did so while he hand gently smoothed its way over all five of the musician's fingers before entwining them with his own. "It's fine. Really, don't worry about it, I never do Christmas anyway, never have." He explained yet he reached down over the side of the bed and picked up a very flat rectangle, wrapped gift, handing it over to Chess as he did so, beneath the wrapping was a frames certificate claiming Chester Clementine Scott-Wilde as the new owner and Lord of a small amount of land in Scotland. Yes, as promised all those months ago, Kaydence Wilde had finally bought his husband that Lordship. "I got all these before shit hit the fan anyway."
PittSoDeep: His hands seemed to be putting up the biggest fight of his healing process, besides when the nurse would show up to change his bandages and Chess would give her a really hard time. He still had it in him to put up a fight worth a floor wide scene if they were actually still in the hospital instead of home. It took a good long time to unwrap the thing. Now that he was allowed to eat again (as they'd taken the feeding tubes and things like that out) starting with soft foods and mostly a liquid diet he noticed his own troubles getting his fork directly to his mouth. He just didn't say anything because he didn't want anything to be wrong and he didn't realize Kay had already been given all the diagnoses of his health. Chess didn't want to worry him. But, as he opened this gift the worried look seemed to over take his face, his own worry for himself. It was starting to scare him. But, he got the gift unwrapped and saw that Lordship about needed a nurse to change his sheets. He so could have about pissed himself right then and there. "Oh my god. Scotland is mine." Sure he didn't own all of it and maybe it was just a tiny plot but damn it he wanted to be able to say "I'm Lord Scott-Wilde. You will call me by my proper name now and don't forget to bow like a gentleman when you do it." He had that yeah I'm going to totally be an ass about this look on under those puffy swollen eyes.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence frowned as he watched him but tried hard not to let Chess see it or the concern that reflected deep within his eyes. He hadn't told Chess of his diagnosis yet because he truly believed that the worst possible thing for the healing musician to hear right now was that without physiotherapy he would probably never be able to pick up and play his guitar again and what if the physio failed to help him regain full mobility and usage of his hand? They wouldn't know until they tried and stuck with it all but there was a chance that it wouldn't work right? There was always a chance of that and with their run of bad luck in the past it broke Kayden's heart to think of what that would do to Chess and it was all his fault, he had been the very reason why Chess had put that gun to his head and he would never, for as long as he lived and beyond, forgive himself for that. He couldn't help but smirk a little though the moment he saw the expression his husband wore upon opening his gift, that old spark of the stubborn smartass he loved to death reigniting within his eyes even if it was just for a moment and it made Kay smile, truly smile, for the first time in weeks. "I'm glad you like it, m'Lord." He played along, just for a moment before rolling his eyes and moved to hand him another gift, this one was a rather large box with multiple photographs, contracts and random other sheets of paper inside. It was all the papers for the island Kay had promised him and he'd found one, not only that but he'd bought it, it was all finalized aside from the signature that was needed from Chess on the deed. It was his Island; it would belong to him, in his own name. It wasn't as large or as fancy as the one they'd holidayed on but it was secluded and far away from everything and inside that box there was already a contract drawn up for arcitechs and builders to get started on their zombie proof house, all of which were merely awaiting Lord Chester Clementine Scott-Wilde's signature.
PittSoDeep: Chess's boyish childish giggle came out when he heard Kay say it. He really was starting to perk up. Laughter really was a good remedy. When he finally got this box open, that same look of concern befalling his face as he struggled, but kept playing it off too, his eyes started to widen even under that puffyness. He got quiet as he looked at each page. God his face started to pucker again. A tear rolled out over the hill of his cheek and he shook his head trying to shake the whole feeling away. He chewed on his lip and for the first time realized his lip ring wasn't there. The hospital had taken those kind of things out when they worked on his face from the swelling. His hand went up to his face and slowly found his nose and realized that wasn't there either. The more Chess was becoming coherant, the more he was noticing what about himself didn't feel the same. At first it was all pain. Now it was easing and things like this were being focused on. Chess wanted a mirror suddenly. But he knew Kay wouldn't be able to get it and the longer he kept his hand on his face the more his feelings changed. He suddenly realized what it felt like to not want to see his own face. He looked up and choked out, "I want to go there." A want to get better there." But that wasn't really possible, not if Chess wanted to keep the place private without anyone knowing where they went while he still needed a nurse's aid. Or could he? But, that's what he said.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence didn't say a word as he watched him, seeing every little expression that flickered through his eyes and catching every single little movement not matter how small or subtle it was. "Once you're up to it and the nurse can stop coming around to make sure you're not about to die of infection on me then you can." He replied with a little shrug. "We'll have to get someone to build a shed or something for us for the time being though, there's nothing there yet, I couldn't find one someone was willing to sell that already had a house...I guess I could always ask Caim to take us back and forth when you need to be back in Boston for physio. You'll have to go about three times a week but I guess the nurse will explain all of that too you when you're ready."
PittSoDeep: Chess's small smile fell slightly. "Please ask Caim. He can do anything." Chess actually believed that too. "I just, I really want to go." His voice sounded so disappointed. Then it cheered up believing Caim could really fix it all. "He'll fix it. We'll go really soon, right?" But he heard physio and got confused. "What physio? When I'm ready for what?" Chess was starting to turn all questions again and that was usually hard to avoid. "And I'm not dying because with my luck I'll be zombified and you would never fuck a corpse. My balls would dry up and fall off before you ever had a chance to blue ball me. I think not" He shook his head with a heck no.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence smiled softly as he listened to the usual ramble of Chess Scott-Wilde as he ran through his own thoughts one after the other. "You blew out half of your brain Chess..." He murmured out softly, his hand coming up to gently let his thumb trail along what he could reach of Chess' cheek without disturbing his bandages too much. "Basically you'll need physio to reteach your brain how to properly use your hand." Suddenly Kaydence found himself wondering and not for the first time whether he should have just stood aside and let Samael take him, he would have done anything to keep Chess there with him and he had but for weeks now he'd sat by that bed and watched his husband suffer, was it really fair? What if he'd never be able to pick up and play his guitar again? What if that after all of this he still wanted to die? Kaydence couldn't bare the thought.
PittSoDeep: Chess stayed on Kay's hazel eyes as he spoke to him so softly. "Ok" That was his only reply. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to feel. He could only accept it. It really wasn't so encouraging. Chess looked off to the tree. "I like the moving lights. Mom used to like that." He said as if it was the first time he'd mentioned it to Kay even though he was the one that demanded the tree be that way. It was like right when Chess was finally getting out of that depression he was in before Thanksgiving just all came back on him. It was strange really. He'd go into this young boy mode talking like he was so much younger and less worldly or intellengent than he really was. "Mom used to make ham every Christmas and Dad would let me carve that too." So random. He was avoiding. "One time I really wanted a dirt bike from Santa and she didn't want me to have one. But, Dad got me one anyway. I broke my arm jumping hills."
showmejazzhands: "I know." Kaydence replied with a soft, sad little smile the moment Chess mentioned the moving lights, he knew the other too well by now to know that he was avoiding and trying to ignore the problem he was now faced with by believe it or not Kayden actually enjoyed hearing the stories. Gently sliding his arms around Chess as he listened to him, pulling him that little bit closer. "You'll heal." he whispered out, lips pressed to his husband's ear as he spoke. "And if you don't...well...I'm not above threatening and bribing angels with the murder of innocent lives to heal you."
PittSoDeep: That brought a real smile to Chess's face. "I count on it." Damn did he ever love hearing he was worth so much hassle to Kay. "Mmmmmm." He looked to be moving his legs under those covers. "It's really hot. I need to not get better just to see you do it." Chess actually looked like he was sitting there fantasizing about it.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence could not help but chuckle slightly at the way Chess shifted and the expression that filtered in through the musician's eyes, his own rolling in response to those words. "What makes you think I'd let you watch?" He teased, sinking in a little lower on the bed beside him to get more comfortable. "The last two times I've threatened an angel for your life you were unconscious."
PittSoDeep: "I know and it's not fair. The fantasies are going to be the death of me actually." He took in a deep breath and said, "Don't do me like that baby." his grin still growing. "You really need to work on your delivery and timing."
showmejazzhands: Okay, so that made Kaydence arch his eyebrows in Chess' direction, a small little smirk slithering its way across thin, pale lips even as he tried to figure out just what the hell the other was on about, there really was no telling with the musician who's mind had an obvious tendency of jumping from one thing to another but it wasn't long before Kaydence finally caved and just decided to ask him. "Meaning?" He questioned, leaning in just a little bit closer to his husband then, lips barely inches apart.
PittSoDeep: "Meaning you need to stop saving me after I'm passed the fuck out. Do you have curiousy at all? I want to actually see that heroic shit. I have to hear the stories later and jerk it to the thought of what it was like." He was all squirmy when Kay got that close. He wanted to kiss him so bad. He wasn't sure Kay would want to kiss a swollen faced bandaged up mummy-head. He still hadn't seen himself in the mirror and his thoughts were also imagining the worst.
showmejazzhands: Kaydence almost snorted when he heard that, his eyes slipping shut as he shifted his mouth just that little bit closer to Chess' lips, teasing him and enjoying it far too much, much more than he probably should have given the other's injuries. "You really jerk off when I'm not around?"
PittSoDeep: "Fuck yeah I do. You're not always around Kay. What of it. Like you never rub one off? Give me a break." -Sighs because of those lips coming teasingly close his whole tone of voice changing in that moment. His breathing was changing too. He was getting so lost inside the familiar and missed warmth of Kay's breath. Damn even his lip started to shake, that worried about whether Kay really would kiss him like this or not, his mind not putting two and two together at all that they were already this close, maybe the real deal didn't matter much.
showmejazzhands: "Actually I haven't since I met you.." Kaydence replied honestly with yet another careless little shrug of his shoulders, a soft sigh of breath escaping his parted lips, eyes remaining shut, just enjoying the feeling of the musician's breath against his mouth before he finally caved and against his better judgement, since the last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt the other any more than he already had, Kay leaned in that tiny bit further and closed the distance, pressing their lips together.
PittSoDeep: "Really? That's so..." But Chess never finished because he got that kiss. Oh God it was like a release all it's own. Chess let Kay lead that kiss. He loved just sitting back and feeling whatever was all Kay. He needed it now more than ever. At least he tried. Once he got halfway in he got this desperate feeling that needed him so badly he pushed back, arms looping themselves up around his back, hands not doing exactly as he pleased again, not realizing they were already holding on, and he help trying to grip even harder, but there was just no strength behind them, unlike the kiss that he finally took over, taking from Kay every bit of feeling he needed to before taking another breath and when he pulled back, only enough to still be nose to nose "...unnatural"