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"I'm worried about you."

His HEART is FAILING of course Peter is going to be worried about him. Of course he would be, so is his mother, his father, his two siblings who are perfectly fucking HEALTHY. Of COURSE Peter is worried. You know what doesn’t help an already poor heart? Worry. You know what Slightly feels right now? Worry. Fear. Anxiety. He doesn’t know if he’s going to wake up in the morning if he goes to bed. He doesn’t know if he’ll even make it to a time where he can sleep.

He’s afraid of dying. He’s afraid of losing Peter.

He’s A F R A I D.

He’s jostled from his thoughts from the pick up of his heartbeat, and he feels a new rush of fear until he realizes that….that Peter has taken his hand, and he stares at their fingers. The way they’ve taken his, the way they fit perfectly, twisting together, and he realizes the beeping of the machine isn’t blaring in his ear. He realizes that just…watching Peter’s fingers with his is calming in its own regard.

“I’m scared, Peter.”

The words come out no louder than a whisper as he reaches up to fix the nose piece. There’s a small wince as he pushes a bit too hard and he holds up a hand to get Peter to relax - it wasn’t painful. Staring at Peter he reached out to push the other’s hair out of his face, to run a weak hand over the other’s face, feel the soft skin.

“I’m dying.”

It’s the words neither of them have ever spoken, but at least he’s come to accept, that some day, that sometime, one day, he won’t get up. He will fall down and he won’t get up. He’s terrified of it. He’s terrified of Peter being the one to find him. He’s not healthy and he’s afraid of the other leaving him alone. Slightly can’t do this alone, he can’t live alone, and Peter…Peter doesn’t deserve to be held back by him. Squeezing his hand he lifted his arm weakly, motioning for Peter to join him on the bed.

“Join me? Please? Because I don’t know how long I have and you’re all I want right now, so please stop saying you’re worried and tell me you love me. Tell me I’m going to be okay, just. Stop. Being worried.”

Before he can stop himself he feels the wetness on his face as he’s holding his arms out weakly for Peter to join him.

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&& slights.

If Slightly was NEVER quiet than what did that mean about Peter? He was an attention hog if he were being honest. Feeling the other cradle him he pressed a hand into Peter’s stomach, the world spinning around him and being moved was not that helpful. He released a small groan and he whined softly from the pain. Opening his eyes he stared at Pan with a small groan of a mumbled word.

worry spreads through the boy’s FRAME until he felt physically sick with it. WHAT had happened to slightly and would he be okay? there could be no d o u b t as to how peter felt about it, as to the BLAME that he holds in his own heart for the accident. and now slightly is HURT, and it is h i s fault. a grimace spreads over his face as he H O L D S slightly close, pressing a kiss to his hair as he waits for the paramedics to arrive. SOMETHING needs to be done, he needs SOMEONE to tell him that it would all be okay. he C A N N O T lose slightly, C A N N O T lose his heart.

for his HEART is the only thing holding him together.

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&& brother.

Dodger sees the danger about two seconds before it actually arrives, which is enough to splutter a couple of half-formed protests and squawks, but not enough time to actually get away. Flailing a bit, he tries to dodge Pan’s onslaught and is only marginally successful, pulling a disgusted face at the results.

“Gross!”

he is rather pleased with HIMSELF for the retaliation, finding it to be WELL EARNED and quite deserved. dodger’s responses are, of course, e v e r y t h i n g that peter had hoped they would be. there’s another GRIN, and he’s shoving the napkin over a cheek before finally backing down, a C R O W over his lips.

“ see! i was RIGHT, and YOU don’t like it much either! “

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&& sister mine.

Feeling somebody pull her into a tight embrace, she was about to pull away and tell them to go away. It wasn’t until she looked up that she saw her brother, relief had come over her features, wrapping her arms tightly around him in return and burying her face in his chest.

“Nobody.”

HE DID NOT MISS THE RELIEF ON HER FEATURES, nor did he take comfort in them, or in the u r g e n c y behind her arms as they WRAPPED around him. such a response meant that she was hurting, and he would give anything to HURT for himself whoever was the one to have d o n e this to her. his hand found her hair, stroking GENTLY as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, soft coos of comfort escaping him.

“ doesn’t seem like NOBODY. what happened? “

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&& stranger.

he doesn’t expect a stranger to quite literally fall from the sky, hand jerking in a natural reaction to grip at his weapon on his side. however, the hybrid doesn’t pull it out yet, even if he’s managed to settle in fighting stance. brows furrow, a million thoughts coursing through his head.

“i do not understand the question.”

was he asking about him?? what he was?? or was this some odd way of asking what he liked to eat??

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN A GOOD spot of fun to turn such o r d i n a r y activities into games, and that was precisely what, in this instance, the BOY was doing. this was as much a guessing game as it was a defense of his isle, and he’d take ample JOY in it so long as he came out on top. and so a grin spread over his face as he c o c k e d his head to the side to STUDY the stranger, eyes flickering over him.

“ YOU. are you animal, vegetable, or mineral? “

it was a simple question, the boy thought, and one which it was always p e r t i n e n t to think of in a guessing game. oh, how CLEVER he thought himself to be to have thought of it!

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&& molls.

She sighs at the smirk on his lips, laying back down on the rooftop before crossing her legs and staring at the sky, breathing in the scent of nicotine and Pan.

“You wish,” she snorts back, motioning for a cigarette of her own. “No, I was just wondering if you were serious about the whole tattoo thing.”

LOOKING OVER AT HER, THE BOY BLINKS before handing over a cigarette, lighter already in hand to let her bum it. the smoke, as always, had a sort of calming effect, leaving an eerie sort of stillness to settle over the two of them.

“ why wish when i can KNOW, molls? and yeah, of c o u r s e i was serious. i’m always serious about CRAZY IDEAS like that. “

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&& slights.

What he and Peta had developed was very much indescribable, and he liked it that way. He liked that they just existed like this, without labels or definition, because he had Peta. There was a small moan as he continued to arch against her leg, reaching down without seeing what he was doing to then push his pants down and his boxers to follow in perfect time. Kissing her back he twined their fingers and then pulled back, staring at her, taking her in.

“The condom is in my wallet.”

HER HANDS WORKED AS quickly as his to remove the remainder of their clothes, needing only to be as close to slightly as was possible. eagerly, she leaned into each and every kiss, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly at the strands. another soft sigh, and she is nodding, groping around for his wallet to pull out a condom, her movements jerky as she tries to kiss him at the same time.

“ i love you. “

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&& slights.

“That is true, but once you’ve kissed a person that way it takes away a first, and what if you enjoy that kind of kiss? Is that all right?”

He’s smiling at the other, that is true and he doesn’t mean to be a problem, he’s just curious as to Peter’s thoughts on the matter. Looking at how the other leans in he grins, knowing he’s going to get a kiss out of this. Which, honestly, is the best.

“I like ex-”