Log; ongoing

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

When; Thursday April 24th, 2am
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue playstheblues and The Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; Blue wakes up to see a nightmare over him.
Log;

[Blue stirs, feeling someone slip into bed with him. It's late, and he's tired, but he's worried, too.]

Cori?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He has his back to Blue, still dressed in his jeans and t-shirt. Cori also smells like cold night air and cigarettes, but not alcohol. He tries to pretend like he's already asleep.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Presses a kiss to the back of Cori's neck.]

Cori, I know you're awake. Take off your clothes?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Not moving, even when he's kissed, just laying there, quiet and still for a long time. Then...]

I'm sick of trying.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

What are you sick of trying?

[winds his arms around Cori's waist]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Everything.

[Not petting Blue's hand like usual but not scooting away either.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Talk to me.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The truth is he doesn't know what to say, so he says nothing at all.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[sighs]

What hurt you, Cori?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Curling up a little more.]

Everything.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Did I?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The slightest of nods.]

Even you. But you don't mean it, I know you don't.

[Knows the smell of Jack's pheromones.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I hurt you, Cori.

Will you tell me what I did?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Shaking his head.]

I made my own bed, I need to sleep in it.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[On Saya's note, Cori's looking for a pretty blue Vespa with a pretty blue rider. The City wasn't resulting in much, so now he's searching places he knows are in Blue's interest. They spent Christmas at the lake after all.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[The Vespa is on the side, and Blue's sitting on a rock. He's looking out into the water, and he has his headphones on]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He's already faced death once today. Why not one more? He comes around just behind Blue and puts his hands over his eyes.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Blue grabs the hands in defense, but before he tosses he recognizes the body temperature. He lowers his headphones]

Cori?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Grabbed!]

Waitwaitwait--yeah it's Cori.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Whew. Sorry. Do you have room for one more?

[Making to join him on the rocks.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Scoots over a little]

Are you better?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[A nod.]

I needed a drink, that's all.

Sorry I left you alone.

[Arm curling around Blue's shoulders.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Sits, quietly, for a little while]

...it's okay.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm really sorry, Blue...

[Quietly.]

I don't know what else is going to help, except a little time.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

It's pretty tonight.

[Blue feels sick to his stomach, again]