protect, dream, snow B)
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Mason shuffles to the door. It was the early hours of the morning, still dark out. The persistent pounding still there. Maebelle complains from upstairs, but Mason couldn’t make out what she was saying. Probably something about making them go away. He opens the door with a yawn, only to be made wide awake at the sight of Dean. The other man stood there, with the stupid grin he always had on his face. That’s not what pulled Mason out of his sleepy haze though. What did was the bleeding gash over his frights right eye, the dried blood around his mouth, and the torn clothes and bruising, indicating a fight. Without a word, he pulled Dean in, noting the limp of the younger man.
“What the hell happened to you. You look like shit.” Mason blurts out, getting Dean to sit down. Dean, who doesn’t care about what happened to him, just looks up at Mason with a wiry smirk.
“That’s not really an appropriate response to seeing your boyfriend all messed up.” Dean says and Mason just rolls his eyes. “I was hoping you’d hold me and kiss all the owies away.”
“Can you be serious for two minutes and tell me what happened.” Mason asks before there’s banging on the door. Dean visibly shrinks back. “Stay behind the wall.” Mason says before going to the door. There stand two guys, who were bigger than Dean but nowhere as big as Mason. The writer crosses his arms. “Yes.” He says, cocking an eyebrow and leaning against the door. The guys were intimidated and mumbled something before running off. Mason laughs, shutting the door. He goes back to Dean. “I told you I’d protect you no matter what, but you can’t keep getting in trouble.” He jerks his thumb to the stairs. “Go get some sleep.”
“I CALL THE LEFT SIDE OF THE BED!” Dean yells running up the stairs.
“Not my ROOM!”
Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
Mason sits up, in panic and a cold sweat. He glances around, seeing it’s still dark. He wipes his forehead with the back of hand. Nightmares were the worst. it was even worse when they included the people. This time it was his best friend, yelling at him, telling him how he hated him, how he was in all reality just a monster. A coward who hides behind a pen. In this nightmare Mason was accused for what he had done and Dean refused to even look at him, let alone represent him. But as Mason’s breathing steadied, he came to the realization it was, thankfully, only a dream.
Snow: Our characters in the cold together.
Mason shuffles to his window one cold winter morning to look at what he thought was going to be the freshly fallen snow. However what he see’s is his sidewalk shoveled and there’s an igloo in his yard. Growling to himself, he gets dressed in his heavy warm clothes. He stomps outside,
“What on earth are you doing?” He hisses, only to have Dean’s head pop out.
“Building an igloo. You have the perfect yard for it. I do not.” And with that, dean went back into the igloo. Mason growls and heads back to the house. However when he tries to open the door, to his horror, he figures he’s locked out and Maebelle won’t be back for hours. growling again, he heads back and stuffs himself into Dean’s igloo. “Uhm hello? What are you doing here?” Dean asks and laughs as Mason mumbles something. He wraps his hand around the other. “Body heat. Or we’ll freeze. Have fun!”
