The Prophet

Twenty-two years old. Sarcastic asshole. Married. "How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams." Independent roleplayer. OC friendly. Track Tag: prayformourning Be forewarned that the muse's storyline and relationship is centered around very dark subject matter.

[thecaged-boyx]

"Baby, come lay with me, I’m stuck on the couch."

Zarra reached out for Andy, who was in the kitchen just off the living room, frowning as much as he could, though it was hard to resist the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

[prayfor-mourning]

"You stuck, r'just lazy?"

There was already a grin spreading across Andy's lips, and the deep, strained frown on his husband's face only made it grow wider. Slender fingers wrapped around the handle of the skillet on the stove, flicking it upward to toss the pancake that was cooking in it. "You're gonna have to join me in here, baby. I'm making dinner."

[prayfor-mourning]

[stillcas]

When I look at { you } I see  h o  m   e                                                                                                                                                                                So please don’t leave.

[thecaged-boyx]

-- shivering."

Zarra was still in Andy’s arms aside from the near-violent shivering. He wasn’t a stranger to overdose, but he was a stranger to this. He was freezing, his heart beating faintly in his chest. Too weak to do much moving, his eyes fell shut and he made every attempt possible to snuggle further into his husband’s arms. There must have been at least three blankets wrapped around him, along with Andy’s arms that never seemed to loosen their grip — which he was thankful for. 

With a tired whimper, Zarra leaned up just enough to rest his head lazily on his husband’s shoulder, taking a few deep breaths. Tears were tracking slowly, silently down his face, his eyes staring forward almost distantly. “I’m sorry…” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for it to — get this bad…”

[prayfor-mourning]

The tears were such a painful thing to see. They killed him. Plush lips parted with a soft, saddened sigh, and he moved his hand up — despite the awkward, uncomfortable positioning — and wiped the tears from his husband’s cheeks. The worst part was that he was truly sorry. He was genuinely regretful. Every. Single. Time. “I know you didn’t, baby,” he muttered softly, pressing a barrage of kisses to his temple. “We’ve gotta do something about this, though. I can’t lose you.”

Tears were glimmering in his eyes as he spoke, illuminated by the fire that he’d started. It had sweat beading up on his own skin, but he paid no mind. While it was hot and humid to him, he had no doubt that, in that moment, it felt like a harsh winter’s day to Zarra. Clutching the mug carefully in his hand, Andy brought it up to the other’s lips, encouraging him to take a drink. “Drink up, honey. It’ll warm you up faster.”

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[thecaged-boyx]

"I know it hurts…" Zarra whispered. The Caged Boy wasn’t a stranger to having glass in his hand, and he knew very well how much it hurt, but he knew he had to get the shards out safely. He held Andy’s arm in his lap, continuing to work the pieces out with his tweezers. This was the most graceful he’d been in some time, and certainly the most concentrated. Any trace of a buzz in his system was long gone, leaving behind only embarrassing sniffles and near-failed attempts to hold himself together long enough to get most of the glass out — which he did. 

The pieces that were jammed in deeper, he wouldn’t touch. Zarra didn’t trust himself enough to pull them out without causing nerve damage to Andy’s arm, so he set the tweezers down and took Andy into his arms, holding him to his chest. “I need to call an ambulance,” he whispered .”I can’t get the deeper ones, but they need to come out, okay? They’ll give you some painkillers, probably, too.”

[prayfor-mourning]

Each movement felt like a fire being set to his arm -- worse. Fire would have been favorable in that particular moment. There weren't words to describe the pain of glass and tweezers digging at your nerves. In fact, the only words leaving his mouth for the duration of it were profanities. His teeth clamped down on his good arm, sinking into the skin both to muffle his racket and distract from his other arm. When it was finally over and he was pulled against Zarra's chest, he slumped into him, panting heavily and choking back tears.

The world seemed to still when he mentioned calling an ambulance, and Andy's face drained of color. He should have been expecting it, but it was the furthest thing from his mind when he'd bared his arm down on the shards of glass -- he hadn't been thinking at all. "No..." He interjected, shaking his head like a frightened child. "No, no, no... No hospitals..."

[thecaged-boyx]

"I missed you so much, precious. I'm so goddamn happy you're home."

"I missed you, baby boy." Zarra leaned his head on Andy’s shoulder, kissing his cheek gently as his arms wound around his neck. "I missed you so much."

[thecaged-boyx]

Zarra smiled, every kiss successfully making his heart race faster and faster. He held onto him as tightly as possible when their lips met, fingers winding gently through his hair. “I’m not goin’ anywhere any time soon…” he assured. Though the trip was a good opportunity to clear his head, he knew he couldn’t stand being without Andy that long — not anymore. Zarra brushed his fingertips along the side of his husband’s neck, looking him over. How had he — in his drugged out daze — nearly forgotten some of the features he’d once obsessed over? “God, I missed you…” he whispered. 

[prayfor-mourning]

There was something in the way Zarra's fingers wound through his hair -- something in the way his fingers glided along his face -- that almost felt new. It almost felt like their connection had been reestablished and it shot chills down his spine. Blue eyes locked on his husband's face, one he hadn't seen this close or this clearly in what felt like months. God, he was beautiful. How could a timeframe as short as a week do so much to make them remember everything they'd never even realized had been so long forgotten? "I missed you so much..." He allowed his own fingertips to mirror Zarra's movements, dragging along his jaw. "I literally thought I was losing my mind without you."

[thecaged-boyx]

"I missed you so much, precious. I'm so goddamn happy you're home."

"I missed you, baby boy." Zarra leaned his head on Andy’s shoulder, kissing his cheek gently as his arms wound around his neck. "I missed you so much."

[prayfor-mourning]

In a swift movement, Andy turned his head to intercept one of the kisses to his cheek. He captured his husband's lips with his own and wrapped his arms around him tightly, giving his waist a squeeze. "You're not ever allowed to leave again, okay? The bed's too cold without you in it."

[thecaged-boyx]

Happy one year to the best thing that ever happened to me. <3

I love you so fucking much, Andy. I can’t believe you’ve put up with me a whole year, and you’re willing to put up with me for the rest of our lives. Whatever the reason might be, I’m thankful as hell to call you my husband. <3

[prayfor-mourning]

You realize this is going to get worn all the time now, right? Like...all the time. You'll be lucky if you ever see me in anything else.

I love you, Zarra. So much. Happy anniversary, baby. <3

[prayfor-mourning]

"Happy one year of putting up with my shit, baby."

[prayfor-mourning]

thecaged-boyx​

My words are already trying to escape me and I'm not even anywhere near started. Fairly reminiscent of a year ago. Heh. One year and three months ago, I stumbled upon what I didn't realize at the time was going to be the best thing to ever happen to me. Rather, he stumbled into me. I'll never forget the electricity as soon as we locked eyes for the first time. Up to that point, I never believed in love at first sight. I never cared much for love to begin with, because it had always been such shit. But I knew as soon as I saw him that I wasn't just infatuated. I was in love. Words can't describe the way it felt to hold him in my arms that night, even if the circumstances weren't ideal. The idea of getting to be so close to him, getting to comfort him, was incredible. Never in my life was I expecting that reckless, obnoxious, perfect blue-eyed angel to just fall into my lap. He was my saving grace. And, as it turned out, I was his. Little did I know at that point, three months later, he would become my husband. I don't think either of us really remember how the proposal happened. I'm not sure if it ever formally happened. It was more him approaching me and telling me flat out, "Hey, buddy. You're gonna marry me. I hope you're okay with that." Truthfully, I wouldn't have it any other way. The little quirks are what make us what we are. One year ago today, I married Zarra Cambridge, the love of my life. My other and better half. The last year has been an emotional roller coaster with more ups and downs than I could count on a crowd's hands. There have been tears, laughter, love, and fights, and I wouldn't trade any of it for the world. No matter what shit we get into, he's still my prince, and he always will be. I've never loved someone so much in my entire twenty-three years of life. If I lost him, I'd be lost. Hopelessly. So, to a year of happiness, a year of tears, a year of love, and a year of marriage: Happy anniversary, baby. I love you so fucking much.

[prayfor-mourning]

Shoutout to that time Zarra cut off all of his hair right before our wedding to surprise me.

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[thecaged-boyx]

While trying to clean up Andy’s hand, Zarra was unable to contain occasional whimpers and sniffles. It was everything in him to keep from giving up and running away, but he didn’t want to do that. Part of him was bitter that, in Andy’s time of need, he was right there yet Andy hadn’t done the same for him moments beforehand. When Andy jerked his hand away, Zarra felt a jolt in his heart. “Don’t do that,” he said softly, almost in a pouting manner, glancing up for just a moment.

He stood after he cleared up some of the blood and wandered to the bathroom, grabbing some bandages, cotton, antiseptic and tweezers. When he came back, he was quick to return to his spot in front of Andy on the floor. He had the tweezers in his hand — almost a bad idea considering how he was trembling. “Don’t jerk away this time, okay? Please?”

[prayfor-mourning]

"It hurts," Andy retorted, the answered choked out, high-pitched. It seemed that every Zarra wiped the blood away -- God, the searing pain that came with it -- it was immediately replaced. He was still reeling, not only from the pain, but from their fight, from the sense of failure and worthlessness he felt. It was eating him from the inside out and it was starting to show. Here Zarra was at hide side, helping him, when Andy had tried and failed so many times to do the same for him. Where was he going wrong?

Swallowing thickly, he buried his face against his good arm. Violent tremors wracked his body, and though he did his best to hold his arm still -- it was fairly limp -- he couldn't do anything to help the way it shook as he cried. "I can't help it," he whimpered, letting out a heavy breath and taking in a sharp gasp to replace it. "I can't help it, it's hitting nerves. It hurts so fucking bad..."