#furcillos

          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖, 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.   laura had been so preoccupied with what was going on, the chaos of it, that she hadn’t even noticed the flood on her arm.   in some scrap or some need to get out of somewhere quickly had resulted in woman getting a decently size, pretty bloody cut on the top of her arm.   arm is extended so that she can get a better look at it, lips parting a little in surprise:    ❝  fuck, ❞   spoken in a more even tone considering she was injured.  it wasn’t one of the top priorities of the night yet laura knew it couldn’t be ignored.      ;      ❝  fuck, you’re right.  i hadn’t even   𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓭   the blood or the stinging. ❞   weapon is sat down as hands begin to search the cabrin for a stash of medical supplies.   good eye reads labels, looks for familiar boxes in dim moonlight of dark cabins !    hands grasp it before returning to sit beside nick.  box is opened,  ointment && bandages taken out.    ❝  hey, thanks for the catch !  ❞   spoken with slight warmth in her tone.    ❝  who knows how long i would’ve been running around with this open, bleeding gash on my arm. ❞

❝      you   already   know   the   answer,      ❞   now   speaking   in   a   hushed   tone,   leaving   kisses   along   his   jawline.   she   did   not   have   it   in   her   to   𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚   the   obvious.  there   was   no   point   in   doing   so.    ❝      i   want   to.   𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎   𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒,   @baresteeth  ...      ❞   doe   eyes   gaze   up   at   him,   pleading. 

          𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓?  𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  knowing it wouldn’t be good for him to air out every worry he has going on inside of his head.  nick, like the others, is just a kid && didn’t deserve to be burdened with more adult worries⸺even if the worries, if voiced, might save his life later in the night !    chris has no way of knowing what may come from his decision to remain quiet.   was his worry that   𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴  ?  the first thought that comes to mind after nick voices his concern for head counselor to which chris merely smiles, only half fake, as a hand comes to tap the young man on the shoulder.    ❝ nothin’ , buddy !   i’ve jus’ got a lot on my mind, lately.   so many kids to look after.  ❞     ;      && the stress that comes with it on top of everything else.  the camp, the kids, the funds, the werewolf curse kept a secret for nearly six years.    arms withdraw to cross over mans chest,  a breath pushed out of lungs as subject is   𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂  changed to something different.    ❝  likin’ it here so far, nick?  being a counselor?  ❞    brow arches as chris hopes he’ll speak about himself && forget his concerns.    ❝  a lot of the kids look up to you, y’know.  all of you.  they love everyone. ❞

He had spent the majority of his time making sure that everyone was okay. Focusing more on Dylan and Jacob since they seemed to be the ones who needed the most medical attention. Nick, it seemed, to be one of the worst off due to emotional turmoil and self-conflict alone. He gently shoved the kid toward where he knew Chris’ room was. “We’re gonna find you some clothes. You’re not staying in a blanket the whole wait.”

all  he  wants  is  to  make  nick  feel  good .          every  move  he  makes ,          every  word  he  speaks ,          it’s  all  just  an  attempt  to  please  him .          so  when  he  gets  that  encouragement  there’s  nothing  he  wants  more  than  to  do  exactly  that ,          to  keep  pushing  nick  further  towards  his  pleasure .          they  have  the  luck  of  shared  experience ,          max  familiar  enough  with  his  own  anatomy  to  have  his  suspicions  of  what  would  make  nick  feel  good       —       and  it  seems  he  was  more  or  less  right .          he  grins ,          not  that  nick  would  see  it ,          though  he’s  sure  it  can  be  felt .          fingers  continue  to  pump  at  a  steady  pace ,          eyes  looking  up  at  nick’s  face  as  his  tongue  explores .          he’s  trying    —    and  failing    —    to  ignore  his  own  growing  arousal ,          to  ignore  the  warmth  pooling  in  his  gut .          when  he  has  nick  looking  so  good  in  this  position  it  seems  insane  to  even  consider  doing  anything  else.

          𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐊,  𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎  hide the tears in her eyes, the wetness on her cheeks, or the way her lips downturn into a deep frown.    she usually wasn’t the type to hide what she was feeling no matter what it was . . but, in this moment, she felt like she needed to be alone.   to cry about it,  to sit in her saddened feeling on her own because why burden it on someone else?  caleb would be more than willing to   𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽   like always or wrap a comforting arm ‘round her shoulders but kaylee couldn’t find him.    hand comes to brush swiftly against reddened cheeks, head turning away from nick:   ❝  i’m- . . ❞   a sniffle that followed didn’t make her next statement as convincing.    ❝  i’m fine.  you don’t have-ta sit with me, alright?  i’m jus’ . . ❞     ;      head gives another shake as kaylee is unable to stop the next wave of tears overcoming tender heart,  caring sensibilities for other people && herself.   sweet as honey, unbelievably kind━someone like her didn’t   𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮     to be weeping alone at the end of a dock.    leaning over, as invitation hits her ears, kaylee leans the side of her head against nick’s shoulder.  eyes stare out at the gently moving water, the moon that hangs overhead.      ❝ i’m jus’ bein’ a cry baby. ❞   

      “      𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴   𝙼𝙴,      “        caleb   keeps   a   fair   bit   of   distance   between   himself   and   @furcillos​​,      "      i   did   this   to   you,      don’t   you   get   that?      “      

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