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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 1:31:05 GMT -8
Mykel shrugged, flicking the TV to Cartoon Network, not really paying attention.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 12, 2010 1:34:47 GMT -8
Vergil took off his shoes and brought his legs up to hug them to his chest, making himself smaller on the couch so he could rest his chin on his knees as he absentmindedly looked at the television. He kind of drifted off into his mind for a while without meaning to as he focused with unfocused eyes on the glass pane of the telly.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 1:36:24 GMT -8
Mykel drifted off to sleep, head near Vergil, legs curled up tightly.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 12, 2010 1:39:48 GMT -8
Vergil drifted off a little after Mykel did on the couch with his cheek on his knees, arms tucked into his chest. He felt very comfortable on the couch and it was a peaceful night.. sleep would have come inevitably.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 1:43:29 GMT -8
"Mon chéri wielder de carte...." Mykel mumbled in his sleep, moving to hold on to Vergil.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 12, 2010 1:44:03 GMT -8
Vergil made a little murmur and nuzzled into the source of warmth a little but remained asleep contently, uncurling from himself to better shift against the heat.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 1:46:50 GMT -8
"vergil...." Mykel whimpered pathetically, shaking softly. "Vergil, please, don't die."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 12, 2010 1:49:46 GMT -8
Vergil stirred from his fall into slumber when he heard his name and mumbled a little, feeling Mykel shake against him. He put a hand to his arm and tried to wake him in a whisper, "Mai-khul... Mai-khul, vake uhp."
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 1:51:08 GMT -8
"Non, ne pas mourir, ne pas me part...." He whimpered, biting his lip hard in his sleep.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 12, 2010 1:53:53 GMT -8
Vergil frowned and spoke up a little louder as he ran a hand through the poor boy's hair in an attempt to calm him, it was one of the ways his mother would calm him when he had a bad dream, "Mai-khul, komm ohn, vake uhp fhor me. Ett es ohnly ah dreem."
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 1:55:28 GMT -8
Mykel woke with a start, and suddenly hugged Vergil tightly. "Je vous ai pensé m'est parti. ... J'ai pensé vous est mort, s'il vous plaît ne jamais me partir." He whispered.
(translation: I thought you left me.... I thought you died, please never leave me.)
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 12, 2010 1:57:24 GMT -8
Vergil froze when he was pulled into a hug without a warning but he slowly eased into it to pat Mykel on the back gently, "Shhh... shh, Mai-hul, ett vhas ah dreem..." He didn't know what he was saying but he'd let him ramble on for now.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 1:58:37 GMT -8
Mykel swallowed the rock in his throat. "I said.... I thought you left me.... I thought you died, please never leave me." He repeated, blushing hard.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 12, 2010 2:00:16 GMT -8
Vergil pulled away and patted his cheek still hushing him, "I ahm vahry mush ahlyeev, Mai-khul und I ahm noht goheeng ahneevhere." He offered the older boy a smile to try and soothe his panic, wondering if the dream had really been that bad.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 12, 2010 2:02:57 GMT -8
Mykel sniffed softly, sparks dead for the time being. "I'm sorry, Wings." He murmured, standing and bolting outside.
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