forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher looked down at Leon, biting his lip in thought before he made the decision to suddenly pick Leon up. He let the other wrap his legs around his waist as he held onto Leon.

Leon let out a yelp in surprise when he was picked up, holding onto Thatcher tightly. "Why did you pick me up?" He asked, glancing at Thatcher.

“I want to keep you closer and safer, and I can do it better this way,” Thatcher said. He held onto his scythe as well as he walked out of the building with Leon in his arms.

"Okay then," Leon mumbled, holding onto Thatcher. He sighed and rested his head on Thatcher, not sure what to make of what just happened.

Thatcher stepped over a few ripped apart bodies and around strewn about limbs. It was obvious that this had been Nike’s doing.

Leon quickly hid his face in Thatcher's chest when he saw an arm laying around. He waited for a few moments before peeking to see if there were any more body parts lying around.

Thatcher made the scythe vanish before reaching to tilt Leon’s head back towards his chest. “You really shouldn’t look..” he said slowly.

"Tell me when I can look then," Leon replied, hiding his face in Thatcher's chest. He sighed, trying to think of how he ended up getting kidnapped.

Thatcher nodded a bit. He continued walking for a few more minutes before giving Leon’s thigh a squeeze. “You can look now.”

Leon obliged and opened his eyes, glancing around him then at Thatcher. He was still holding onto Thatcher tightly so he loosened his grip a bit.

Thatcher had gotten a decent distance away, and was now stopped to rest. “How did this happen, Leon? I was only gone for a moment..” he said, trailing off a bit.

"I-I don't know. This man just came out of nowhere and put a rag filled with chloroform over my nose then I think he just dragged me away or something, I'm not sure," Leon answered. He really wasn't sure what happened either.

Thatcher nodded slowly in understanding. This had been his fault. He shouldn’t have been leaving Leon alone. “I’m not letting you go off alonr agan.”

Leon glanced at him when he said that, a small smile flickering across his face. "It's fine, I can take care of myself," He assured Thatcher. "Most of the time…….." He added in quietly.

Thatcher huffed softly. “I know you can, but I want you to be safe,” he said slowly.

"Just trust me, Thatcher," Leon replied. He gently grabbed one of Thatcher's hand and held it with both of his, glancing at him.

Thatcher looked down at Leon, and for what he believed to be the first time in a long time, there was fear in his icy blue irises. He wasn’t fearful for himself, but fearful for Leon. “I.. okay..”

Leon smiled slightly and kissed his forehead. "Thank you," He mumbled. It was obvious that Leon was trying to appear strong and stuff, but his purple eyes were shining with fear and worry, which didn't help at all.

Thatcher gently caressed Leon’s cheek before picking the other up again. “Let’s go back to your home, where you can be safe.”

Leon quickly glanced at Thatcher when he caressed his cheek, making the smile on his broaden slightly. He yelped in surprise again and held onto Thatcher tightly. "Okay then," He mumbled.

After a bit longer of walking, Thatcher got back to Leon’s home. Nike was waiting by the front door, and she perked when she saw them approaching. Blood still dripped from her jaws.

Leon had shut his eyes for a few moments but ended up falling asleep, since yes. His hair fell into face, hiding his face as he rested on Thatcher.

Thatcher carried the other inside. He noticed that Leon was asleep, so he brought him to his bedroom.

Leon kept sleeping, his breathing even as he rested on Thatcher. He let out a small sound when Thatcher stepped inside since it became a bit colder.

Thatcher carefully laid Leon down onto his bed. He covered the other with the sheets and blankets before wondering if he should stay and get in bed with Leon, or check on Nike first.

Leon shifted around a bit and quickly disappeared under the sheets and blankets, pulling the blankets over his head. The reason he had fallen asleep was because he usually had no sleep whatsoever and it was starting to seriously effect him.

Thatcher decided that he would just check on Nike later. He kicked his shoes off and climbed onto the bed. He got under the sheets behind Leon, and after laying down, he wrapped his arms around the other.

Leon immediately clung onto Thatcher and buried his face in his chest since he was warm. He usually became very clingy when he was sleepy or asleep.

Thatcher held Leon close to his chest. He tilted his head to press a kiss to the top of Leon’s head. As he laid there, he began to think over what had happened. What he had done. He would be punished, punished severely for what he had done.

Leon cuddled into Thatcher, trying to get as close to him as possible since he was warm. He was thinking of what was going to happen to Thatcher, were they going to kill him? punish him? not make him a reaper anymore?