killing loneliness with you;; daelyn

[micah]

Micah sat in his bathroom, crying hard. His world fell apart with a single instant message conversation between him and his boyfriend. He was moving out Draven was already miles away in another town, driving even farther. He had his mother to deal with. She was ill, but that didn’t change the fact that Micah was going to be alone all over again. He had just gotten used to being social with another person again. He just got to the point where he could speak without stuttering, if only to Draven and now he was gone. And Micah’s heart was breaking.

Micah had sat himself in the center of his bathtub, curled up into a little ball. He was wearing nothing, but his Batman briefs. His skinny, spiny back was exposed to the cool air. His tear fell down harder, and his cries became audible. It was the sound of a broken young man. The conversation seemed relatively easy. Draven said something bad had happened to his mother and he had to go. Micah had played brave. He told him not to worry about him… that everything would be fine. But the truth was, Micah didn’t want to function without him. Reaching out, he took ahold of the razor he used to shave his legs. He began to carve lines into his arms, cutting deeper and deeper. He wanted to feel numb.

[Daelyn Santana Ryley]

IT'S E M P T Y IN THE VALLEY OF YOUR H E A R T
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk away
from all the fears & all the faults

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Daelyn wasn't sure to think of Micah's kindness. Aside from the fact it gave him hope that there were still nice people in the world. Perhaps he hadn't made such a big mistake fleeing across country. It was kind of...relaxing to not have to worry about people finding out the lies being spread about him. And a place where no one knew his name. He smiled softly and whistled an old Beatles song under his breath as he walked back towards the alley where he and a bunch of other kids had been living for the last two weeks.

"Well, aren't you looking awfully chipper. What's goin on?"

[/color] He heard Colin's voice from the shadows bordering the fence where their tents and cardboard boxes were set up. He smiled, not saying anything so as not to wake the younger kids staying with them, and carefully picked his way over the sleeping bodies. He sighed softly, but this one was a happy noise instead of the sadness trying to grip at his heart when he was accused of that crime.

"Well, you should be happy, too. It's one less mouth to feed now. I- well, there's a gu-guy who offered me a place to crash until I can find a permanent place. I'm leaving in a few minutes to go scope the place out. He lives across town though.. " Daelyn whispered to his best friend as he leaned against the fence.

"So, you're leaving us then? Well, please come visit us. I know Max is gonna miss you.." Colin's voice trailed off as both of their eyes settled on the little girl asleep with a teddy bear. At first glance you'd easily miss her because she was laying so still. Her blonde hair cascaded around her face and half-hid it from the light of the flaming metal bucket they had for warmth. Little Max had taken like a magnet to Daelyn when he began staying with the local homeless kids. She reminded him so much of his little, adoptive, sister back home. Barely six. He smiled as he looked at the little girl. His face creased in worry then he felt his best friend grabbing his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. "I'll take care of her, I promise. I'll tell her you had to go- go home. And well, we can work things out from there, okay? Maybe this guy will let you keep her with you..."

Daelyn gave his best friend a tight hug before he loaded up his duffel bag, his backpack, and his laptop bag and changed. He slipped into a vintage graphic tee, a pair of worn out skinnies, ragged Converse, and his fedora. As usual his black rosary glinted in the light of the fire, hanging around his neck. He kissed his best friend's cheek and that of his bestie's girlfriend before grabbing his things. He leaned down and kissed Max, carefully covering up her little body, and gave her a sad smile.

"Thinker tailor solider sailor. Be strong, be brave. Keep on marching." He whispered to the sleeping girl before he gave a final wave and left his friend behind.

By the time he made it halfway across town, loaded down with his luggage, the sun was creeping up from behind the trees and mountains. He walked through the town of Seattle, his caramel-brown eyes taking in all of the sights of a city waking from slumber. People came out of their houses, a paper boy sped by on his bike, shops were switching their closed signs to open. All around him a new beginning to a new day was unraveling. He waved politely to an older, Spanish woman as he headed down a shortcut to the boy's house. He'd quickly google map'd the boy's home when he was given the address.

It took him until roughly eight thirty AM to get to the boy's home. When he knocked he didn't hear anything. Silence in the house, though he could smell food cooking or just finished cooking. He wrapped again, louder and pressed the doorbell. Still nothing.. oh no..had this been a joke? A noise from inside alerted his sensitive ears and he set down his stuff.

"He-hello? Is anyone tear? Hallo? M-Miha?" He was suddenly mildly self-conscious of his Spanish accent.

He tried the knob to find it open. As he pushed his way inside he heard nothing at first. Then he heard sobs coming from the bathroom. Immediately his parental-caring instincts kicked in and he bolted as fast as his thin, weak legs could carry him. When he skidded to a halt in front of the bathroom his eyes widened. He saw Micah sitting in the tub with cuts in both his arms. Oh..oh Mother Mary. He acted on adrenaline and began grabbing towels and jerked out Micah's arms. He applied pressure to the cuts and did his best to stop the bleeding while trying not to pass out.

"Oh-Oh Mo'ver Mary! What the hell did jew do?! Mi-ha. I-- w-we need to call deh hospi-hell." Daelyn said excitedly, his accent seemed thicker in his panic.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

WORDCOUNT; 888
TAGGED; Micah/Tabby
NOTES; Daelyn is freaked the hell out.
OUTFIT; This!
LYRICS; The Cave - Mumford & Sons
TEMPLATE BY; Me/Renskii

[micah]

Micah had nearly forgotten about the guest that was coming. He was shocked to see the boy rush into his bathroom. The look of overwhelming fear and shock hit his face and the face of Daelyn, the boy who he had invited to live with him. Micah whined in pain as the boy jerked his arms over to him. Instantly a towel was over the cuts. It burned at the wounds. It felt as if a small fire burnt at his skin. The weak young man tried to pull his arms away from the boy. The boy was shocked at what he had done. It was obvious.

Fear consumed Micah more at the boy’s words. He wanted to take him to the hospital. Away from his home. Oh no, no, no, no… that just could not happen. Just the thought had Micah dizzy with panic. “No! No! I-I’d r-rather d-die!” His hair fell into his face as he looked from either side of him as if he were being surrounded by unseen specters. He was going into over drive in anxiety. With quick movements he began to try to pull his hands away from Daelyn, not out of wish to die, but out of wish to retract… to get away. To cower. Micah’s head was swarming in terrible thoughts.

[Daelyn Santana Ryley]

LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME
A n d i g n i t e y o u r b o n e s
AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

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Daelyn certainly hadn't expected to see his future room mate sitting in a tub trying to kill himself. In fact, this made him even more set on moving in with the boy. He needed someone to care for him. And whatever had caused Micah to become so depressed he saw this as the only way out, Daelyn would fix it. He would fix Micah if it were the last thing he did. He applied pressure to the cuts, staving off the bleeding for now. As he worked through the motions of saving Micah's life he shook his head when Micah asked to just let him die. No, that wouldn't do at all. He tried his hardest not to freak out infront of the boy. He wasn't sure he could deal with Micah's issues. But he knew he had to try. To think, what if someone hadn't tried with him. What if someone hadn't given him a chance? Given him caring affection and the sense of knowing someone cared. He'd do his best given the situation.

He managed to get the bleeding to stop and started working on cleaning Micah up the best he could. He wet a washcloth laying on the sink and began gently cleaning the dried blood from Micah's legs and arms. He sang a soft, Spanish lullaby as he worked on getting the dried blood off. Finally, he struggled and pulled Micah over the edge of the tub. He washed the blood down the drain and kneeled down to look at the poor, sad boy.

"I don' know why you did 'is, Mi-ha, but I ahm here now, o-hay? Let's get chu some clothes on and I will may you a hot coop of tea, o-hay, Mi-ha?" The nerves had made his accent extremely prominent as he held out his hands in a 'stay' motion.

He headed down the hall and spotted Micah's bedroom. He entered the spacious room and dug through the drawers until he found a pair of pajama pants and a random tee. He brought them into the bathroom and began dressing Micah, trying his best not to bust open the closed wounds. None of them, thankfully, were deep enough to require stitches. That in and of itself proved to Daelyn that Micah didn't really want to die. He tugged Micah to his feet and looped his arm loosely around Micah's waist.

"I am here now, Mi-ha. Everyting is o-hay. I promise." Daelyn's voice was soothing and sweet.

WORDCOUNT; 424
TAGGED; Micah/Tabby
NOTES;
OUTFIT; This!
LYRICS; Fix You - Coldplay
TEMPLATE BY; Me/Renskii

[micah]

Micah sat there crying, but not fighting, as Daelyn began to stop the bleeding. It looked like he wasn’t going to find release. At least not today. He sat still, curling up his knees to his chest, arms extended outwards for the boy work on. The boy hardly knew him, but that didn’t stop him. He was steadfast in his attempts to save him. Micah’s tear filled eyes gazed up at him as he worked. He seemed so concerned, and the meek boy didn’t understand it. What made him so caring to him? Why should he care that Micah wanted to die?

After he stopped the bleeding, he began to clean Micah up. It was a very friendly, almost parental behavior, he had. He gently cleaned the blood off of his legs and arms. The tenderness he held towards him made Micah become less scared, as he scooted closer to make Daelyn’s work a little easier. Micah looked up at him more when he sang a little song to him. It reminded him of everything his mother wasn’t. Sure, she was doting, but Micah always had to wonder what she was up to. With Daelyn, Micah felt he didn’t have to fear that he might try to hurt him or that he ever had anything but the best in mind for him. Slowly, Micah’s tears stopped. They were still ready to burst at any moment, but for the present, they stopped. The boy still shook uncontrollably.

Micah gazed, achingly, up at Daelyn as he spoke. He told him he didn’t understand why he had done it, but he said he was here now. The broken boy instantly felt some sort of relief at that, leaning to reach for him. “Y-You mean t-that? Y-You p-promise you won’t l-leave me?” Micah’s world had been so shaken by just Draven’s leaving, if this beckon of hope left him, he wasn’t sure what would become of him. Daelyn left, getting him some clothes then he came back. Then, he began to dress Micah in his pajamas. The boy held on to the Spaniard the entire time, letting small tears fall into his neck.

Micah stood when he was directed to, feeling Daelyn’s hand on his waist. “C-Can I l-lay down?” Micah didn’t feel he could function right now. He didn’t want to have to be awake and face the day time without his Draven. His troubles seemed so much less when he was asleep.

[Daelyn Santana Ryley]

IT'S E M P T Y IN THE VALLEY OF YOUR H E A R T
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk away
from all the fears & all the faults

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Daelyn's movements were a mixture between steadfast mechanical and a gentle, whispering touch. He managed to get the bleeding stopped quickly enough, and then he began to work on cleaning the skin. It wouldn't do for the blood to sit and crust to the poor boy's skin. It was disheartening to see a boy so sad he felt death was the only way out. True, Daelyn had been sad. So very, very sad. But never once had things been so terrible as for him to wish for death. Even when he was sitting in the streets, half-starved in Spain. Even when his step father beat his mother till she was unrecognizable. Even when disease stole the lives of two small children, one of which died in his arms. Even when his adoptive family turned on him over a lie and he was left homeless. Despite all of these things he never felt any reason to hurt himself. It really disturbed him that Micah seemed so depressed. But, he'd made a comittment, and he wasn't going to leave.

After he'd managed to get Micah cleaned up he helped lift the boy from the tub. He was glad Micah didn't seem to be heavy, though since he was so short it was awkward either way. He dressed Micah in fresh pajamas and helped the boy down the hallway. When he got Micah into the living room he settled him on the couch and went to the kitchen to get some tea going. He heard Micah's call from the living room and sighed softly to himself. He yawned, suddenly exhausted from the effort of dealing with a stressful situation and kept his warm smile as he turned into the room. He had chosen to ignore the question about not leaving that had been adressed earlier, and now seemed as good a time as any to deal with it. When he was asked if Micah could lie down Daelyn was puzzled. He wasn't this boy's boss. Why would it matter what he thought?

"S-sure. You take a nap why I make your tea. I will be here when chu wake up, o-hay?" Daelyn said sweetly and softly, tucking in Micah with a nearby throw.

He hummed another Spanish song as he worked on the tea, deciding it would be a good idea to make something for them to eat. Daelyn beamed as he found all the necessary ingridents to make fajitas. He chopped up an onion and a green bell pepper before cutting up some chicken breast. Then he tossed it all into a pan with a dash of oil and threw together some spices. Soon the whole house smelled like a Spanish eatery. He made a dough and cooked up some apple empanadas and got them into the oven. As he cooked he periodically went to check on Micah, whom he was pleased to find resting in the living room. It was going to be a job in itself to take care of this boy. But he was used to caring for others. In fact, one could say it was something he lived for. He sang under his breath as he worked on their dinner. His mind cleared as he worked, focusing only on the task at hand instead of the feeling of dread creeping in his chest,

WORDCOUNT; Lots!
TAGGED; Micah/Tabby
NOTES; Daelyn needs someone to care forrrr.
OUTFIT; This!
LYRICS; The Cave - Mumford & Sons
TEMPLATE BY; Me/Renskii