Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 9, 2010 23:35:01 GMT -5
He was rattling, trying to keep himself sane and this is how he handled things. Augusta knew it well enough that when Kris started to rattle on and on about things he wasn't right, he wasn't secure and he was scared out of his tiny twisted slave mind. The blond didn't even notice Augusta had let go of his hand nor the fact he was moving.
The nineteen year old blond was too busy trying to keep everything in check. He never had to deal with this before, having someone he loved this badly injuried to the point of being in his hospital, not allowed to take care of them. Gloria would make sure Kristopher wouldn't mess with anything that had to deal with Augusta, it was too dangerous. Kris could slip up, he could mess up due to his sight...everything.
What if he died because Kristopher did something wrong? But what if he wasn't there and someone did something stupid? So many emotions where over coming the blond and he couldn't handle it. He never could and never would, it was why he always smiled through a mask and suppressed everything. It was the only way he knew how to survive in this world.
Then suddenly he felt hands on his face and then he was falling. He was laying beside Augusta, heading on his lovers collarbone. He wanted to scold Augusta for moving like that but he couldn't. He tired to open his mouth but nothing came out. Even when he was told to shut up, he wanted to respond to that and say no, but he did as was told.
His shoulders shook violently and he lost his resolve. Kristopher Roberts broke down right then and there. His pale hands rested on Augusta's chest, not that it would hurt him but he had to have something to hold on too, to kep him together. But the damn had broken and tears fell down Kris' face like a river. He cried and didn't care who saw or if Augusta was shocked or displeased. He didn't care, he needed this right now and he was crying.
A rare sight.
"I--i--I'm sorry!" He managed to say through his sobs. "I'm---sorry! They wouldn't let me in---n---n---not until now---and I al--almost---I almost---" he wanted to admit that he almost didnt come in, that he was going to turn and run for it. But Gloria made him, shoved him into the room. Forcing him to deal with this and his emotions.
"I'm sorry!"
The nineteen year old blond was too busy trying to keep everything in check. He never had to deal with this before, having someone he loved this badly injuried to the point of being in his hospital, not allowed to take care of them. Gloria would make sure Kristopher wouldn't mess with anything that had to deal with Augusta, it was too dangerous. Kris could slip up, he could mess up due to his sight...everything.
What if he died because Kristopher did something wrong? But what if he wasn't there and someone did something stupid? So many emotions where over coming the blond and he couldn't handle it. He never could and never would, it was why he always smiled through a mask and suppressed everything. It was the only way he knew how to survive in this world.
Then suddenly he felt hands on his face and then he was falling. He was laying beside Augusta, heading on his lovers collarbone. He wanted to scold Augusta for moving like that but he couldn't. He tired to open his mouth but nothing came out. Even when he was told to shut up, he wanted to respond to that and say no, but he did as was told.
His shoulders shook violently and he lost his resolve. Kristopher Roberts broke down right then and there. His pale hands rested on Augusta's chest, not that it would hurt him but he had to have something to hold on too, to kep him together. But the damn had broken and tears fell down Kris' face like a river. He cried and didn't care who saw or if Augusta was shocked or displeased. He didn't care, he needed this right now and he was crying.
A rare sight.
"I--i--I'm sorry!" He managed to say through his sobs. "I'm---sorry! They wouldn't let me in---n---n---not until now---and I al--almost---I almost---" he wanted to admit that he almost didnt come in, that he was going to turn and run for it. But Gloria made him, shoved him into the room. Forcing him to deal with this and his emotions.
"I'm sorry!"
