He nodded, leading Thomas to the bus stop sign he saw in the distance. If they were lucky, they wouldn't have to wait too long before a bus came. Damien tried his best to hide every emotion he was feeling and plastered a fake, but realistic, smile on his face. He hoped it would make Thomas feel slightly better.
Thomas leaned into Damien’s side, staring at his feet. He desperately wanted -needed- a shower. He felt so… violated. And of course, Thomas just started crying again because of it, shaking a little bit more and he got out, “I-I-I’m s-hic-sorry-“ Thomas stopped to press his face into Damien’s chest, trying to just let the sobs pass.
"You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." Damien mumbled, running his fingers through Thomas's hair to comfort him. He hoped that what he was doing was helping a bit, but if he was being honest with himself he wasn't the best at comforting people.
Thomas took a few moments to recollect himself, and thankfully the bus was pulling up. He slowly pulled away, sniffing up the last of his sobs. It’s okay now. Okay. He nodded his head to himself, finally calming down.
Damien smiled gently at Thomas as he stepped onto the bus, choosing a seat towards the middle. (my phone is dying this is all I can type sorry)
(Ur good! I got to get to bed soon anyways…)
Thomas followed Damien wordlessly, curling up beside him, then finally letting a few words out, “Damien… It was terrible. I-I-I was scared and s-she had me pressed up against the wall so I couldn’t move, and her- her hands-“ Thomas clamped his eyes shut, “Why do people even have to do those things?”
(These two are making me cry and smile at the same time.)
They safely exited the theater without anyone suspecting anything and drove back home. When Nova finally opened the front door, she saw Antoine on the floor, passed out. She quickly ran up to him and thee first thing she did was to call Thomas and Damien to let them know what happened.
Antoine weakly looks up when he sees Nova, his bangs covering his burnt eye. He coughs, a trail of bile falling from his lips. He groans softly, shivering and shaking as he lay there. He couldn't move. He felt unbearably sick. His stomach churned and ached.
(Is the disease/symptoms widely known?)
Damien shook his head, thinking for a moment. "If I'm being honest…I don't really know. Some people just…believe different things or see the world differently. It's hard to get in the mind of someone like her." He kept his anger inside him, focusing on being calm for Thomas. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Damien took it out and read the caller ID. "It's Nova." He explained to Thomas, holding the phone up to his ear after he accepted the call. "Hey Nova."
(Is the disease/symptoms widely known?)
(It’s a deadly disease that’s been on the uprise. The symptoms have been on the news)
When Madison got home she quickly walked to the living room and flopped down on the couch.
Thomas closed his eyes, leaning against Damien’s side and listening in on the conversation. It felt… better. He focused on the other’s breathing, it was like a steadying drum to Thomas. Safe.
(Since the disease is widely known, shouldn’t Antoine have more suddle symptoms? I think our characters could guess what going on if he was passed out and sick like that.)
(At the moment it's just bile, so I was thinking that he could just pass it off as bad food in the fridge)
(Ahhhh, I thought he had a full on seizure or something lol)
(Nope, he's just throwing up bile at the moment, and it's not a lot, so he could claim it was bad milk or something like that)
(So… let's just pretend Nova didn't call Damien)
"What's wrong? Are you having some sort of allergic reaction or something today because you don't look fine and don't say that you are." She walked over to a cupboard in the kitchen and got out some pain and fever medication. "Take this, you should feel better." She declared, not wanting a response.
"Ngh…" Is his reply. He holds his hand over his burnt eye, not wanting her to see the ankh burned into his flesh. "Most likely." He mutters, "Maybe bad milk?" He shifts so he can slowly sit up. He felt very weak, but that was a given because of him throwing up.
"Cmon," She sticks out her hand for him to grab so he can be more comfortable on the couch. "She got a glass of water for him to take the medicine with before sitting across from him. "Do you want your patch?" She says while noticing his hand over his eye socket.
He takes her hand gratefully and sits, more like falls onto the couch. He takes the glass of water and the medicine. "Thanks, and yes please." He nods in thanks.
Nova enters his room and realized that she's never really been inside of it before. She looked around at how it was organized, and neat. Well, neater than hers. She quickly shook the thoughts away before remembering what she was here for. "Where's your patch again?!" She yelled through the house, forgetting to ask him that before.
"Bedside!" He replies, leaning back. He shuts his eyes, sighing quietly. The nausea had seemed to have left him, leaving him with a disgusting taste in his mouth. He downs the water and the medicine quickly before looking outside.
Nova looks over across his bed and sees the plain eye patch just sitting there. She grabs it before making her way back to the couch. She then placed it next to him before going to the den.
He takes the eyepatch gratefully before placing it over his burned eye, giving a sigh of relief at the old feeling of the simple, silk line across his face. He leans back and shuts his eye, tired and sleepy.
Damien put an arm around Thomas as the bus drove down the street. He wasn't sure if it would lead back to their building, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Every few seconds he would glance at Thomas to make sure he was doing okay.
“Damien, thank you for saving me,” Thomas whispered as he fed off Damien’s warmth. If Damien hadn’t been there… Thomas shivered and shrunk, trying to take up as little of space as possible.
"It was nothing. You don't have to thank me, I was just doing the right thing." He replied, using the arm wrapped around Thomas's shoulder to rub his arm.
Thomas sat for a few moments of silence, staring out the window before he looked up at Damien and mumbled, “I wish I wouldn’t have wasted my time memorizing the choreography…” Because Thomas -as much as he really wanted to do the play- couldn’t ever be near Lillia again.
"It wasn't a waste of time. You were doing something you really wanted to do. It's not your fault that some jerk decided to ruin it for you." Damien explained, looking back at Thomas. "Besides, if you hadn't learned the photography we never would have danced together and…" He found himself trailing off, his face turning pink.