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"You're right... But that's just so,,. Crazy. And you let him feed off you?"
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"C’mon, Logan, we’re witches, for crying out loud. We’re not supposed to exist.”
"You're right... But that's just so,,. Crazy. And you let him feed off you?"
[Aurora started to shake, her voice trembling as she explained. She was so afraid of the consequences, but Logan deserved to know the truth.]
"Holden, he’s… He’s a vampire. And every now and then, he feeds off me… It makes our bond stronger. I just get a little tired afterwards…"
[Logan stared at Aurora, wide eyed. He couldn't believe it. A vampire? He waited for her to laugh and say, 'Just kidding! I got you!' But she never did.]
"A vampire? I- I thought those things didn't exist..."
[Aurora felt relieved and prepared when Logan pinky-swore to keep calm. She knew she could trust him. He would understand.]
"Okay. I’m sick because of… blood-loss."
"Blood-loss?"
"What do you mean? Why are you losing blood?"
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"Okay. But… but you have to promise not to freak out, okay? If you freak out, I will never talk to you again.”
"I pinky promise."
[He held out his pinky, and smiled at his sister. They could trust each other with anything, and they both knew that.]
"I am good. See?”
"C'mon, Rory."
"Just tell me what's wrong. I can get you help. I mean, I am a doctor for Pete's sake."
[Setting her cello down, she took the glass from her brother and tried to smile.]
"Good, thanks."
[Her body disagreed, and her words came out in choked whispered, followed by coughs. She took a sip.]
"You don't sound too good."
[Slowly but surely, the song come to an end, but just as Aurora was about to begin a new piece, she heard the floorboards behind her creek.]
"Oh, Logan, um, hi…"
[The song came to an end, and Logan's eyes fluttered open, Aurora's meeting his. He sighed, and pushed off the doorframe, and into her room, holding out the water to her]
"Hey, Ror. How ya' feelin'?"
[Losing herself in the music as usual, Aurora didn’t detect her brothers presence, her cello being her only source of comfort within the past few weeks.]
[Logan closed his eyes, losing himself in the music just as she was. His fingers gripped the glass of ice water Naomi requested he bring to her tightly. She had been so sick lately, and he was extremely worried]
   [Aurora sits alone in her bedroom, Suite No. 2 filling the room as she played it swiftly, not missing a note]
[Logan leans against the doorframe of Aurora's room, the smooth sound of the cello filling his ears. He needed to talk to her, but he would wait till she was done, her playing too perfect too waste]
Whats worse: Jackson almost finding out about your little 'problem', or your little sisters sickness?
"My little sister is more important than any problem I have."
{Pressure} Jogan
Minutes passed, or maybe it was only seconds. Jackson didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was Logan was with him in his arms, and Jackson could protect him from anything. His breathing was soft, as he sat there holding the blond. He pressed a kiss to the boys head, and he smiled halfway through it.
"You’re so amazing, you know that?" He whispered in hushed voice, the comforting silence around them breaking for a moment just so Jackson could ask Logan. Just a second passed. and a familiar tugging in Jackson’s lower abdomen manifested itself. Jackson sighed, and then shifted off of Logan, looking at him with a funny glint in his eyes.Â
"You’re amazing, and while you think about that I gotta pee," he chuckled to himself as he got off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He stood there on the other side of the doorway, and then looked at Logan. "You want this open or not?" He spoke with humor, as he raised his eyebrows sexually, but before Logan could reply Jackson stuck his tongue out at the boy and shut the door.
Jackson laughed at himself, and then turned around, beginning to walk to the toilet until a bright shiny object caught his eye. The metallic object rested on the sink counter, and Jackson walked over to look at it. A razor? Why would Logan have a razor in his room? Jackson picked it up, and held the razor in his hand. He lowered his eyebrows at the object and then set it down.
He walked back over to the door and opened it, peaking his head through to look at the boy, “Logie? Why do you have a razor in your bathroom?”
With Logan's head in Jackson's chest, the blond boy could hear the other boy's heart beat, which was extremely relaxing and comforting. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, the constant thump in Jackson's chest almost lulling the boy to sleep.
Jackson's lips met Logan's forehead, and smile formed on Logan's lips. He lived for those small gestures that Jackson did, most of them just mindless things that he didn't even realize he was doing.
Like when they would hold hands, and Jackson would subconsciously run his thumb over Logan's knuckles. Or when they would watch movies together, he would always make Logan put his head in his lap just so he could run his fingers through his hair throughout the whole movie.
Logan blushed lightly when Jackson told him he was amazing. He sure did that a lot, but Logan didn't mind. It definitely made him feel a bit better about himself.
"You’re amazing, and while you think about that I gotta pee," Logan looked at the boy with furrowed brows, before shaking his head and laughing along with Jackson.
There was a bathroom in Logan's room, so Jackson didn't have to go very far. Logan raised his brows at Jackson's question, and opened his mouth to speak. But before he could say anything, Jackson stuck his tongue out and closed the door.
Logan giggled to himself, shaking his head. Only a few seconds past, and the bathroom door opened again. "Logie?" He looked up at the nickname.
Why do you have a razor in your bathroom?
His heart dropped to his stomach. How could he be so careless? He racked his mind for an answer, and finally spoke.
"Oh, no real reason." The lie came out so easy. "It was it my lab coat when I brought it home for a wash. It's from the office," He didn't miss a beat with the lie, and even closed with a smile, and a reassuring nod. "Don't worry about it."
{Pressure} Jogan
The warm atmosphere in the Lisbon household embraced Jackson as soon as he entered. He loved being here, it was one of the most accepting places he cold ever be. Naomi was accepting of him and Logan, and Aurora was just the cutest little sister ever. When Logan called out to him, Jackson grinned widely and raced up the stairs to his boyfriends room. Once he got to the door, he peaked his head in and smiled.
"Whats up, babe?" And then he walked in gave a quick kiss to Logan. He listened to Logan speak for a second, and then he chuckled. Whenever he was around Logan, he just felt better- alive. He smiled, and then looked at Logan, biting his bottom lip.
"Well, I’m sorry your day was unproductive," he chuckled again, "You really need to go out and do more things." Then Jackson pulled the boys body towards him, holding him against his own body. "Or not, what ever makes you happy, like letting me hold you, right?"
Jackson chuckled softly, enjoying having Logan in his arms.
Logan shrugged when Jackson  apologized. It didn't matter that his day had been unproductive, or that it had been a tough day overall, he was just happy Jackson was with him.
You really need to go out and do more things. Logan scrunched up his face. If only Jackson knew. He would go more places if he just wasn't so... sad, all the time. That's why he only ever went between the office and his house.
Jackson sat down beside him, and Logan smiled lightly as he pulled his body towards his. The tan boys arms wrapped around his body, and Logan laid his head in his chest, taking in his scent.Â
Vanilla. Jackson always smelled like vanilla, and it was extremely comforting to Logan.
{Pressure} Jogan
Jackson slipped on his pretied shoes, and stood up from his twin sized bed. He walked over to his coat hanger by his bedroom door, and grabbed a size too large black crewneck. He pulled the article of clothing over his body, and then left his room.
"Going to Logan’s for the night!" Jackson yelled out as he rushed to the front door, and just before he exited his apartment he heard Annabelle yell out an alright. He escaped into the night and was set on headed for Logan’s house. Fire ignited through Jackson’s whole body, as he ran down the streets of Hillsboro to his boyfriends.
He knew he didn’t have that longer to run as he passed the train tracks just aside the corner of Logans street. He turned onto his boyfriends street, and soon enough, he was in front of the blondes house.Â
Jackson grinned as he grabbed the doorknob to the front door and welcomed himself in.
"Honey, I’m home."
Logan sighed heavily as he placed gauze over the fresh slashes he had just created on his hips. His temptation had gotten the best of him, and he caved. He secured the gauze with some medical tape, and pulled his back and gray striped sweater back over his body.
Jackson was on his way over, so that made him feel a bit better. Logan wasn't sure why, but his depression had been getting a lot worse lately. No one knows about his illness yet, he's just too afraid to tell anyone. Especially Naomi and Rory, because he had been hiding it from them for three years.
The blond boy exited the bathroom, and walked into his room, sitting on his bed. looking up at the ceiling. Why did he have to be so sad? He didn't want it anymore. He didn't-
"Honey, I'm home." Jackson's voice sounded through the house, making a smile form on Logan's lips. "I'm in my room!" He called to his boyfriend. He heard the door close, and footsteps toward his room.
Jackson poked his head in the door, and smiled widely at the blonde. "What's up, babe?" The tan boy asked, greeting Logan with a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Nothing really. Naomi and Rory have been gone all day. It's been an uneventful day."
How are you feeling?
"Like dying."
How do you feel about Aurora dating?
I… I feel like a father, that has to let his little girl go.”
"Let her be free."
"Oh… His name is Holden Cassidy."
"Holden Cassidy... that's a cool name."
"Anyways, when will I get to meet Holden Cassidy?"