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Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 11, 2015 23:42:16 GMT -5
Dean heard how the guy asked if he was here to kill him. “Well thank you for mistaking me with a walker, not very flattering.” Dean joked as he tried to lighten up the mood. Just then Dean noticed a picture in his hand, he was staring at it, with watery eyes. When Dean tried to take a closer look he noticed that it was him and another guy. Dean then put two and two together and this meant that he either lost a friend or even a lover.
This situation triggered Dean his memory of the accident when he lost his to be husband. It was before the word went to hell. Again he felt the fear as a car drove towards them, and again he saw how Michael wrapped his arms around him and protected Dean from the incoming car. The last thing Dean heard was I love you, just like a whisper, before everything went black. When he woke up Michael was dead. A tear slowly ran down his cheek as he slowly turned his attention back to the boy in the car. Dean reminded himself that he didn’t had much time to mourn, cause a couple days later the zombie thing happened. Then he shook his head it wasn’t the time for this. Snow was falling down and Dean was freezing. “Hey I know how it feels to lose someone you love, but you can’t give up, that guy there wouldn’t want you to give I’m sure of that.” Dean said softly, but yet slightly out of his breath cause he was getting very cold.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 7:30:54 GMT -5
Dark brown looked up briefly to look at whoever was fucking talking to him. His nose crinkled a little at the sight of falling snow. Wiping his eyes of his salty tears again before slowly turning his teary eyes back to the picture in his hand. "I'm sorry if I didn't flatter you. Your handsome. That enough flattery for you!" Speaking almost bitterly and grouchy as he kept looking at the old drunk picture of him and Alfie. Glancing over at the window with the man near it seeing some signs that he was cold. Noticing the snow sticking to the ground with rest of white ice sheets he moved over to the farthest seat. On the other side of the car in the back. "You didn't even know him.. Besides I have nothing now.." Trailing off as tears dripped on the picture that he quickly wiped off. Looking teary eyed back at the man on the farthest door. "If your cold get in the car or go inside.. I don't feel like talking with your group.." Grumbling as his dark brown eyes looked out into the night sky. Watching the snow flakes fall like his tears.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 12:34:41 GMT -5
The new guy called him handsome, Dean liked that, but he was still a bit shaken of the memory he just had from his own husband.
“Well thanks, I’m glad you don’t think I’m a walker.” Dean answered softly. But he heard in the tone that the guy spoke, that he was really hurt. Then he heard how the guy almost yelled he didn’t know who he had lost. “No I don’t, but I lost people too, important people.” Dean answered softly. The guy must have noticed that Dean was cold, cause he said that he could either get in the car or get inside.
Dean didn’t gave up though, so he opened the door and sat down next to the guy. “My name is Dean.” Dean softly said as he offered the guy his hand. While he waited for the guy to introduce himself Dean looked at the picture. “Want to tell me who he was.” Dean said very softly, trying not to force things.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 16:36:46 GMT -5
His parents,Alfred,Friends,and for all he knew his twin sister Nicki was gone with the rest. Everything before was gone bit head manage to look on the bright side. Now as of recently he couldn't imagine the world getting better at all. Just the same shit world it would be in the apocalypse. The sad young man looked over in the direction of Dean when he mentioned he lost someone. Not looking at deans face but more of towards him. Wiping a salty tear stream on his cheek. "A girlfriend or something?" Speaking as less bitterly as he could muster. Nick knew his sadness had nothing to do with him so why should he take it out on him. O right he was mad at the entire undead crawling world they lived in.
The thought momentarily zoning him out at the sound of hearing his love be eaten alive. It braught both tears and a scared chill down his spine. How could he have just watched that and run away. To sit on top of a car watching in shock as his boyfreinds screams echoed around him. The cold air pulled him out of the horrible memory. Telling him that this Dean fellow had listend and had gotten in. Dark brown reddened and puffy eyed finally stared into Deans. Looking at the hand he offers. Carefully and almost hesitantly he gave him his tan hand. Nick wasn't trying to flirt or give off any of those message. The young man just wanted a shoulder to cry on. "Nickiah Baker." Getting a little teary eyed again at the mans next question. How could he describe someone who'd be forgotten in the land of the dead. The man didn't reply yet but what he did do is lay his head against the mans shoulder nearest. Wanting to finally have a shoulder to cry on.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 17:10:31 GMT -5
Dean heard how the guy softly asked if he had lost a girlfriend or someone else. Dean sighed as he once more thought about the bad memory. “No my almost husband.” Dean said softly with a slight sadness in his voice. Dean saw how the guy was still crying, whoever he lost, it happened recent, otherwise he wouldn’t be such a wreck. As Dean saw how the tears ran down his face, he felt sorry for the guy, he just wanted to hug him and tell him everything would be fine, cause Dean knew how much pain there was when losing someone you care about. But he didn’t dare to come near the guy, for all he know he wouldn’t want his shoulder to cry on.
After some second the guy spoke and Dean learned his name was Nickiah Baker. The guy shook his hand, but didn’t answer Dean his question about who he had lost. But instead he laid his head on Dean his shoulder and cried once more, he was a bit startled cause he barely knew the guy, but all he could think of was how hurt he was when his Michael died and how he wanted someone to cry on back then. So instead of pushing him away Dean wrapped his arms around Nickiah and pulled him a little closer, then he rested his head on Nickiah’s head and softly whispered in his ear. “It’s alright let it all oud.”
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 17:51:58 GMT -5
Nickiah clinged onto the man named Dean who enveloped him in his comforting arms. His tears fell from his tan face like on raindrops onto the other mans coat. The young man noticed he was accidently sniffled into the kind mans jacket. His face untucked itself from its hiding spot against Deans coat. That now had salty wet tears a bit of sniffles from his nose. Brown eyes stared up at Deans eyes feeling like he should at least so some sympathy for the mans own loss. Concidering how he was giving him a shoulder to cry on. "I'm sorry about your loss" mumbling it thinking it probably wouldn't mean anything to the man. It was the thought that count in his opinion. Most of Nicks thoughts now that he slowly stopped clinging onto Dean as much. Most of his thoughts being about how he could put Alfred into words. "Brown hair.. Blue eyes. He was a asshole to most but not to me. Except when he got shit faced drunk, Careing about me.. But untrusting toward others. That's how he got out of New York City together..." Mumbling off as those memories of him made the man feel a little better.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 18:23:22 GMT -5
Dean noticed how Nick slowly got up, he looked at Dean his coat. “Don’t worry about it, your feelings are more important than a coat.” Dean said. He barely even knew the man, but both losing someone brought them close, but both losing a boyfriend might just get the bond even stronger. Dean figured it had to be his boyfriend. The man looked at Dean with watery eyes and told him he was sorry for his loss too. This was the first person to say that to Dean. A tear slowly ran down Dean his face, it was just from all the emotions, remembering his dead boyfriend, seeing Nick in pain, caused him to let go a tear too.
Then the guy slowly explained what his boyfriend was like. “Hey you will get through this, I did too and if it means something I’m willing to help you with the process.” Dean said with a little smile as he wiped of his own tear. Then he used his other hand and softly wiped of Nick’s tears with the back of his hand as well. “You feeling a bit better?” Dean asked softly.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 18:52:06 GMT -5
Nick glanced down at the mans coat. Seeing Deans own tears mix with the salty and wet mess he caused on the mans jacket. His words were the kindest he had heard sense... You know. A smile if appreciation for the guys kindness and share of his own loss over a boyfreind or husband in his words. It made them a closer then they were a few moments ago. Nicks dark brown eyes stared into Deans as he watched the man wipe away the tears from his tan face. "It may not s-seem like it b-ut you learned how to save a life... Yes I would appreciate the kind help."
Sad brown eyes stared at the other man more a moment. Dean had managed to get him to stop crying the salty tears. Now it was just damp wet streams drying up on his face after almost being completely swiped off. It was a stupid impulsive act of his but he hugged Dean tightly to say a almost invisible last thank you. But then he looked at him and impulsively did a action he instantly regretted. Planting a soft peck on Deans cheek. Pulling his lips away he realized how bad his actions were and began apologizing in the same tone he had during almost all the conversation, Sad. "I'm so sorry for that... I'm messed up. Please forgive" Saying those scared that he just screwed up some more. Regretting his impulsive nature to do that. Quickly he opened the door in his side and got out.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 19:25:39 GMT -5
Dean heard how Nick sobbed and in between it, he told Dean he just learned how to safe a live and that helping him through this sounded good. Then nick hugged Dean again, again Dean was a bit startled since the last man he hugged was his husband, but he returned the hug. Then when he let go their eyes met, Dean could feel a sparkle inside his heart, was he feeling something for this guy he just met? No impossible he thought once more. Besides Dean was scared to love someone, cause he didn’t want to lose another person he cared for. That was what he told himself, but he already cared for the other people at the farm and losing that would hurt him too. But even if he liked this guy, wasn’t it too soon, Michael meant a lot to him so it would be wrong. Dean was asking Michael to give him a sign, he didn’t say it out loud but just thought about it, and not seconds later he felt Nick his lips on his own cheek. Did Nick just kissed him. Dean once again shook his head to get his attention back to what happened. Nick started to apologize and rushed out of the car.
Dean on the other hand liked the kiss and felt as if it was a sign. But for now he wouldn’t try to flirt with the guy, he just lost his big love, it would be inappropriate and sort of taking advantage of the situation. This was a very strange situation, cause he just met Nick, but they had some sort of connection, like love on first sight, but different cause it weren’t only the looks, but their personality seemed to make to click.
Dean got out of the car and ran after Nick. He softly grabbed his arm. “It’s ok.” Dean said as he started into Nick his eyes. Then he slowly got closer and kissed Nick on his lips, softly and with passion, then he slowly backed away again. Dean knew this was wrong in every single way. “Sorry about that too, look you seem like a cute guy and we might both find love with each other, but I don’t want to take advantage of you being emotional.” Dean said softly. “You need time to mourn, hell I still need time to mourn, but I’m here for you, now as a friend and when you are ready, maybe more than that.” He added softly. Then he looked at the snowflakes falling and turned his eyes back to Nick. “Now it is important that we both have someone to count on, I mean the farm is great and I love all the people here, but I never ever have talked about my dead boyfriend and I feel I can talk to you.” Dean said in a soft tone. “And I know we might just have met and it is al strange that we like each other so soon, but you know maybe we just have a strong bond, because of everything that happened.” Then he waited for Nick to reply, he hope he didn’t overwhelmed him.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 19:58:15 GMT -5
It all went in slow motion for a sweet second. Nick had gotten out but Dean had stopped him saying some words that seemed like a blur before he felt soft lips kissing his own passionetly. The young man was lieing to himself when he told himself that he didn't kiss Dean back. Which returned in a softer kiss back confused in the choices he made out of impulses and with this man. When it was over at he brown eyed man looked at Dean who went on talking. Nick listend to him of course but it was when he was done is when he was unsure how to get his screwed up emotions a crossed to this kind man. A sigh escaped his lips visible in the cold with the snow falling around them. "Your my first true freind that I hope I can count on in this dead world. But... Yeah I appreaciate your not taking advantage of my emotional state" Nick actually manage to pull a weak smile on the still puffy eyed face that once had a Deans face on it. "Thanks for everything... I mean it Dean" Thanking the man for pulling him out of the sad pit he had been trapped in. The tan man could honestly say Dean saved him from his giving up attitude for now at least. Which he appreciated greatly and didn't know how to reply.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 23:29:22 GMT -5
Dean felt how Nick returned the kiss and it was the best feeling he had felt since long. Dean noticed how Nick was sort of processing everything while listening. When Dean was done Nick answered him, telling Dean how he was his first true friend and hoped that he could count on him, he also appreciated that Dean didn’t take advantage now that he was an emotional wreck. He noticed how Nick gave him a little smile and that made dean happy too, he was able to let the hurt Nick smile. “Well glad I can be a friend to you and no taking advantage in these kind of situations is not who I am or what I do.” Dean answered softly. “And pretty smile you have there.” He added with a little smile too.
After some seconds Nick thanked him once more, but this time he seemed very serious. “Don’t mention it, like I said I know what you are going through.” He answered as he slowly placed his hand on Nick his back. Snow was falling out of the sky, but more and more every second. “Do you want to talk some more, or do you want to head inside, if you want it to be just us for now, we can search a warm spot to talk.” Dean said as he looked at the sky and the snowflakes.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 12, 2015 23:53:39 GMT -5
Nick was a little ashamed of his reaction after the kiss and the compliment in his smile. A slight blush showed faintly on a once wet and salty face sadden. Now it was just saddened but in the dark of the subject not being of his loss purely. "What I said earlier... I wasn't lieing" Another smile creeped its way on the tan young mans face. Quickly it faded away as he realized he was actually smiling when he should be upset yes? Brown eyes stared off at the falling snow that added to the white sheet on the land. His eyes caught red hair which he nodded toward too silently as Dean offered for them to continue their private conversation else where. "Yeah I wouldn't want to add to the stress of new comers... Plus you seem to be positive and I really don't want to meet any negatives... " Not that he could think of anymore big negatives the world could throw at him. Earlies events where a huge negative enough to convince the man that life was over. At least he met a positive to convince him for now that life was worth going on. Reaching back behind him for the other mans hand grabbing at the upper part of Deans arm. It wasn't that he was trying to hold his hand, the young man just wanted to use him as balance assistance due to the possibility of ice. "So yes warmth and you company would be good"
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 13, 2015 0:27:26 GMT -5
Dean heard how Nick said he liked his positive attitude and that he wasn’t ready to meet negative people. Dean knew Annie, Zack, Sisa or Mirek weren’t negative, but he didn’t knew the new people. So he decided to take Nick to the RV, since he saw Annie head towards the barn and she seemed sort of angry, that meant she needed some time alone.
Before they started walking Dean felt how Nick grabbed his arm and nick told him warmth and he would be nice.
“You make me sound like hot coco, cause I mostly say warmth and hot coco just what I need.” Dean said as he laughed a bit. But then he felt the hand of Nick on his arm again but since they just told each other they needed time ect, Dean figured that he grabbed his arm just to have some stability. Slowly they walked towards the RV. He felt Nick sipping, but he made sure he didn’t fall. “See I’m here to support you.” Dean said with a smile.
After some time they reached the RV, Dean opened the door and waited for Nick to get in.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 13, 2015 1:38:33 GMT -5
Nick gripped Dean's shoulder for balance and the fact that being closer to Dean helped him feel less alone in the dead world. Booted feet trotted through the snow in the direction that Nick had no idea where. A shiver rand through the young man causing a shudder of his teeth that where complimented earlier. "Besides me... You wouldn't happen to have Hot coco on you Mr. Hot Chocolate " Then young man semi grinned as they continued their quest to wherever this man is taking him. Nick trusted Dean sense he did save his life so he didn't see how or why the man would want to kill him. No questions where asked about where they were going as they came closer to a vehical. The tan man felt like he was about to slip due to the ice. Thanks for Dean his ass stayed off the ice. A once sad face smiled a little again at his companions words as he opened the door to the RV. "Thank you kind sir." Slightly more cheerful nkw that Alfred wasn't the main thing running through his mind. Alfie was still their and so was his screams. Brown eyes looked around thankful to just be out if the cold snow. "Nice to be out of the cold Dean"
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 13, 2015 12:20:40 GMT -5
Dean could tell Nick was cold. “We are nearly there, should have given you my jacket, sorry.” Dean said softly. Then he heard how Nick asked if he Mr. Hot Chocolate didn’t have any hot coco on him. Dean laughed. “Hahaha nice nickname you got me there, but I’m not sure if you should call me hot, I mean look in the mirror, that’s nice too.” Dean said. He was trying to flirt a little, but just not too much yet, like he said earlier he didn’t want to take advantage of him. “But if I’m not mistaken, Annie has some chocolate, it’s hard to come by, but I can ask her if she want to make you some hot coco, once we get inside.” He added with a smile. “Of course, we have to do it secretly, cause of the other people, cause then everyone wants a bit, and I think because of what you have been through you deserve it now.” He said with a little wink.
Then Dean watched Nick go inside of the RV, he followed right behind him and closed to door, to keep the cold out. Once inside he walked over to the couch and sat down, he waited for Nick to join him, so they could proceed to talk.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 13, 2015 21:01:19 GMT -5
Nick actually managed to let out a surprised laugh. Hot? Him? No way. The tan young man didn't find himself very attractive with his wide nose and lips. Plus the fucking baby face didn't help with it all sometimes. "Me?" He almost blushes if it hadn't been for his sligh shame for smiling and blushing after a dead. His blush faded off his face but had been noticeable. "You blind Dean... I'm pretty fugly haha" He tried to joke as his own insult. But his mind was to focused on not wanting to slip. His arms kept a grip on deans arm keeping his balance.
A small sad smile crept on the mans face as he listend to Dean talk about getting some chocolate for him. It was very kind of the already helpful and comforting guy but it was unneccery. Shaking his head a little bit. "I'm sure their are others doing... Not as equally as shitty... I will be fine thank you though for offering to go into Ninja Mode" He tried to be funny before his eyes gazed off at the snow falling. It was so pretty until he saw a corpse dead and half buried in the snow.
Getting in to the RV to just stand awkwardly not wanting to sit in a wrong or something. Why the fuck he cared was slightly more concerning to the man. Sitting next to Dean while his gaze was off in the thoughts of conversation. The light brown man didn't feel like talking what happen so much.. Not until he was ready to feel even worse again. "I'm from New York City... " Turning his dark brown eyes to Dean while he added a thicker New York Accent to his voice. Not knowing why he tried to do the silly accent. "I was a Bycycle Carrier with.. " His mind trailed off along with the words. Not wanting to be reminded of the job where he met Alfred. "Ummm... I'm a twin to two now deceased stern Catholics if you can imagine." Thinking about hard it was when he came out as gay. Thank god for a sister that stood by him.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 14, 2015 5:12:03 GMT -5
*Before Entering the RV*
Dean was startled as Nick called himself ugly. “What ? come on, you are god looking and this is not up for discussion.” Dean said with a smile. Then Nick spoke about not needing the chocolate, so Dean didn’t have to go all ninja. “Damn I was actually trying to find a reason to get out my batman suit, guess this is not it.” He joked as he smiled as Nick.
*Inside of the RV*
Nick took place next to Dean. Shortly after Dean looked back at Nick and started into his dark brown eyes as he told him he was from New York and he even tried to use a funny accent, which made Dean laugh. “New York huh, cool, I lived in Washington D.C., before shit hit the fan.” Dean answered as he looked down, thinking of the good times and the bad times that happened before the world went to shit.
After some seconds he looked back at Nick as he told him about his job. Dean could clearly hear that he stopped. He figured that he worked together with the boyfriend he just lost. “Hey, it’s ok to talk about it, it’s not good to suppress your feelings.” Dean answered softly.
“I was owner of a big security firm, and my boyfriend worked with me too.” He added with a little sadness in his voice. It wasn’t easy for Dean to talk about it, but it was needed for the mourning process, talking was the best solution.
Then Nick told him he had a twin sister or brother, cause he didn’t say what so Dean didn’t know yet. “Brother or Sister, sorry about your parents though, any clue if your brother or sis is still alive?” he asked. “Anyways bet you where the best looking.” Dean said with a smile as he tried to lighten up the mood a bit. “But yeah doesn’t sound easy.” He said referring to the catholic. “I was only child, but my parents were pretty cool with the whole gay thing.” He said as he thought about his parents, he missed them every day, he had a strong bond with his mother and seeing her dead cause of a stupid zombie, made him angry and sad at the same time. “They were good people.” He said softly in a very sad tone.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 14, 2015 11:41:00 GMT -5
Nick managed to laugh at his own fake accent attempt. A smile flashed on his face before fading away as he thought of what it would be like in D.C."I bet you go to flirt with the president from time to time." He teased Dean as his foot tapped on the floor. It was good that he as able to have a smile here and there despite what happen. For now it was good maybe he would be ok.
A tan hand slid over Dean's to pat on it. Offering comfort sublimely with his hand as he had noticed the sad tone in Deans voice. "You two were the best FBI company I'm sure" His hand resting on top Deans trying to comfort the sad voice companion of his. A dark eyebrow raised at Deans question about his twin. "Why? Hoping that I have a double around for you. Well to bad it's a girl named Nicki" A familiar blush followed by guilt of the blush came over his face at Deans small compliment. "She was more of the alpha twin... I was the prettier one I guess" Shrugging his shoulders not so sure how factual that was. Nick noticed the sad tone in Deans voice again. His arms opend up to hug the man he just met comfortly. Trying to express his sympathy for the man. Perhaps it was the bond made by a shared kind of loss. "They are in a better place." Speaking softly and sadden as he hugged Dean.
Post by Dean LeMarchal on Mar 14, 2015 13:17:34 GMT -5
Dean heard how Nick make the little joke about the president, which made him laugh out loud. “It’s been long that I laughed so loud, but yeah you are right, he always tried to kiss me, I had to keep him off me.” Dean joked back. This was feeling nice, just making jokes, flirting a little.
The mood got a bit darker when Dean talked about his dead husband. He could feel Nick his hand touching his own at first he wanted to pull away, cause he never felt that since Michael, but on second thought he remember how the kiss came like a sign and how he thought it was sweet how the guy tried to comfort him now. Nick couldn’t have noticed cause he didn’t actually pull his hand away, instead he smiled and his light brown eyes looked at Nick and he placed his other hand on Nick his hand softly grabbing it. He also heard how Nick said they would have been the best agents. “That’s sweet, but he worked in the research department, but I really appreciate you trying to cheer me up now.” Dean said as his smile returned.
Then Nick commented on the twin, and Dean laughed once more. “Why would I want you to have a double, when I have you right here.” Dean said with a little smile. But shortly after it was time for another wave of sadness as he spoke about his death parents, but again Nick cheered him up and opened up his arms to hug Dean. He didn’t wait any seconds longer and returned the hug as he rested his head on nick his shoulder. “I should thank you now, cause hugging feels so good, it has been so long since I hugged someone, well not counting what happened outside.” Dean said softly.
After some time he let go of Nick and slowly backed away. He looked Nick in his dark brown eyes. “Hey it’s ok to talk about your loss too, like I said earlier it’s part of the mourning process.” He said as he looked at him. He didn’t want to force him, but Nick shouldn’t bottle those feeling up, better to let them go.
Post by Nickiah LeMarchal on Mar 14, 2015 13:46:41 GMT -5
Nicks mind wondered into thinking about life before the end of the world came. It was almost unbelievable how long it had been sense he had common things. It also though of the nuzzling city he once lived in. All good memories that he wished would of returned. "What department did you work in? Or did you just be the Boss" Puttimg a emphasis in the boss part of his words. A tear dripped out his eye but he simply wiped it away as the thought of home among other things got to him.
A smile was on the sad face as he enveloped Dean in a kindhearted hug. It was nice that it was returned. Equally nice that the other man appreciated him trying to comfort him. He felt Deans head rest on his shoulder bringing a guilty blush once more. It was bothering himself how he could be not sad when he was very sad. Such strange affect the man had on him. "I'm here for you like you were there for me" He spoke softly. When Dean got away from him and started in his mind pushing him to talk about the loss. "What is there to talk about!" He spoke bitterly. Instantly he regretted his almost yell of a answer as he grabbed Deans hand once more. Tears began to build up around his eyes to make rain drops as he pressed his head against Deans shoulder as he began to cry as the memories of the day took over. "I treated him badly all morning just because he fucked rough and without lube last night. I was a little bitch to him all morning" Beginning to choke on his own words as he cried. Why did he have to treat the man he loved so horribly that morning. He didn't know it was their last. "We left this big camp settlement.. We drove and then.. " Coughing as the memories ate at him. The screams of Alfie as walkers ate him alive haunted him as he ran away afterwards. "He was eaten alive... I-I can s-still hear his s-screams." He managed to get out as he curled up against Dean. His eyes now a full sprinkler.