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    Loving Sentinel

    Post by Kev on Sat Mar 05, 2016 4:14 am

    Time: Evening
    Date: March 1st, 0006

    Tonight was a quiet night, for the home at 225 Broadband Boulevard. Most of the animals inside had wound down for the night, bellies full of food and claiming their spot to sleep for the night. Today had been a very anxious day for them, picking up that something was wrong in the house. From the moment that Fear had returned home with Livewire, the dogs had swarmed around her like a pack of wolves. By now, most of the dogs had moved on to other things. Penny and Butch barely left the room, stubbornly situated around Livewire's side of the bed like guard dogs. Tiresias, the little blind cat, had eventually sniffed out where Livewire was. With a bit of help from Kev, the feline had claimed Livewire's lap as his own. Little claws snagged her sweater, batting at the ruffled fabric. Periodically, he mewed up at the femme, rubbing his forehead against her stomach and fingertips to elicit a response. When that happened, Kev stared after them with baited breath. Every action from the ebony cat seemed promising! The alien dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, the presence of her favorite cat would cause her to snap out of it. Like a Prince administering a kiss of true love, except 5 times better because it was a kitty! This was reality though, not a fairy tale. The love of a cat didn't wake Livewire up at all. No matter how cute Tiresias was, he could not erase the trauma of losing a family.

    With Marvin's help, the animals had received their dinner. Feeding the animals had been about the only time that the alien had left her alone. With that chore finished, Kev had resigned himself to laying on the bed alongside her. The comforter, light green and decorated with white moons, stars and sun shapes, was pulled up to their stomachs. Tiresias was curled up in a ball on top of Livewire's share, while Kev lightly fluffed his own corner to keep his hands busy. His large blue eyes were constant over Livewire, searching her for any sign of improvement. The blanket from the Inn was still shrouded over her head like a cloak. From the moment Fear had placed her down, she had not moved one inch. The alien still waited though. He watched, for any kind of sign. The alien knew not what to do, helplessness lingering above his head like a storm cloud. All he could do was sit, and stare. When the quiet became too constricting...Kev did the only thing he could think to do.

    "Oscar didn't take well to Percy at first--isn't that right, poor Percy~?" A hand reached down to the side of the bed, where Percy lay resting on the carpet. One warm, brown eye quirked open. Tongue lolling out, the dog nudged his muzzle affectionately into Kev's palm. Kev chuckled, staring down at him with a look of adoration even as a bittersweet sadness lingered in his eyes. "Yeah, you're my good boy. Oscar's just a jealous little baby, isn't he~?" The bulldog yipped in agreement, now excitedly butting against Kev's hand and even giving his fingertips a nibble! The alien's hand pulled back at the nipping, and he tapped Percy's wet nose. "No biting~!" Ruffling the area between Percy's ears affectionately, Kev blew a kiss to the dog before bringing his arm back up to the bed. Affection with the animals was a nice distraction, though it never did last very long. Percy nodded back off, big ole head flopping back down into the carpet. Leaving Kev and Livewire in a way too quiet bedroom.

    Sighing lowly to himself, Kev scooted himself closer to Livewire. Being careful not to jostle her or the cat, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. His hand grasped onto her arm, giving her sleeve a light squeeze as his head came to a rest against her metal helm. Cool to the touch, though not as chilly as Fear's. Silently, he wished he had the strength to pull the femme onto his lap, to hold her like a true parent and rock her soothingly. Kev wished he knew exactly what to say to make her feel better, to help her. In truth, he was as powerless as Tiresias. The best thing he could do was offer her affection, make sure she wasn't alone. Hope that maybe, somehow, she could see him and understand that they had her now. That she was back home. Kev squeezed again, chin resting against her temple. "I'm sorry, Livewire..."


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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Fear on Mon Mar 07, 2016 5:49 am

    They were doomed to suffer a miserable existence, weren't they...?

    For hours upon countless hours, the ghoul had searched high and low, through thick and through thin. Rolling grasslands, treacherous mountains, vast and sprawling desert wastes as far as the unaided eye could see... It had all been for naught. Even he, a creature with seemingly unfathomable endurance and extraordinary power, could not traverse an endless ocean or jettison upward into the stars without a more fitting transport. Such an endeavour would have taken time, a luxury the fiend had in dwindling supply as the days wore on. His limits had, alas, been reached, leaving the only course of action to return home... empty-handed and helpless. Tonight's failure stung more than a any silver bullet, and soon, as the soft thunder of raven wings ebbed into the weary steps of a dejected man, there could be no further denial. A leathery hand pushed the front door open wide and a towering silhouette slipped inside, without sound... without hope.

    The animals were, as expected, either fast asleep or in a state floating between consciousness and dream. All knew better than to stir a ruckus over his entry, though only one bothered to vocally acknowledge his return. It was none other than Metus who sleepily opened his droopy brown eyes and lowly huffed, the majestic Great Dane laughably three sizes too small for the chair he rested in, his body contorted into an uncomfortable heap. Both forelegs limply dangled off an armrest as the dog's gaze followed the tired gait of his master.

    Metus knew.

    Metus knew very well, and an anxious whine trembled from his throat. The girl had not been found. And if she had not been found... Pat, pat! He gingerly rolled out of the chair, the Great Dane's body unfurling, and silently made his way up the stairs with pointed ears down. Nails lightly pitter-pattered against wood and echoed down the hall. Where were you, where were you... Ah, there you are. Gently, Metus located a certain alien and nudged his wet nose against one of Kev's feet, teeth nibbling. Master is downstairs, as if Metus wanted to say, his tail wagging halfheartedly. He nibbled again and panted. Go now, I watch bee. I watch bee. In the case the alien still grappled with what the giant pooch wanted, Metus proved his point further by leaping into bed and willfully urging Kev away from the catatonic femme. Go, he licked the alien tenderly, I watch bee. Bee safe with me. Kev had Metus' undying word.
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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Kev on Mon Mar 07, 2016 7:19 am

    Temptation to sleep was brief, and fleeting. It only came about due to his position in bed, and the stillness of the house. Made sense to go to bed, right? To close his eyes and join the animals in dreamland? Between a squirming anxiety in his chest and the desire to stay up for Fear, Kev found no reason to rest tonight. Instead, he held close to the femme and kept a quiet watch, eyes staring past Livewire and onwards. In this position, he remained. Head against helm, arm around her shoulders. He did not move, until finally... The front door opened.

    Blinking into awareness, his arms tensed around Livewire. An intruder? It only took a moment for him to recognize the psychic blip, the sensation in his mind. The being on the other end of the bond was...troubled, to say the least. His grip on the yellow femme relaxed, furrowing his eyebrows as he began to concentrate. No sound of footsteps in the house, though Kev could hear the huff of a dog. Not even the metal whir of a robotic foot... He sighed deeply, disappointment rising up in his chest like bile. His gaze settled into an empty stare, looking at nothing in particular. Realization settled in, like a tumble down a rocky cliff. It was exactly as he had feared; Skyler really was gone... After all these years, all this time...everything they had been through together. The losses they had shared, comfort they had given to each other. One of his first, and best friends! Livewire's sister! She was--

    GASP

    Shocked out of his gloomy thoughts, Kev's foot jerked away. Something cold and moist had pressed right up against the bottom of it! And tiny teeth were nibbling--something was trying to eat him! He pressed himself closer to Livewire as his eyes darted around frantically. In no time, he found the 'culprit'. Kev let out a deep, long sigh of relief and grasped at his chest as if to calm the beating of his heart. "Oh Tulsit, you scared me Metus!" Long, skinny tail wagging behind him, Metus went in for another nibble. Kev didn't jerk his foot away this time, though he did cock his head at the dog in confusion. "What is it, boy?" Was Fear caught in a well? The large dog hopped up into the bed, strategically placing himself between alien and Cybertronian. With fine fur and sinewy muscles, Metus began to move Kev away from her. His fingers grasped in the air, a little stunned by the dog's actions. The familiar sensation of a tongue against his face aided in the separation. "Ack, augh...okay Metus, alright." Scooting his way off of the bed, Kev swung his legs over the mattress, feet dangling above white carpet. The lean alien glanced over a shoulder, reaching back to scratch the side of Metus' head lovingly. It might have taken a few moments, but he got the message; Kev's place was elsewhere right now. "Keep a good eye on her...okay?" Not that he had any doubt. Metus was a giant teddy bear, he would keep Livewire company as well as be a great cuddle buddy.

    With a parting gift of a peck between the eyes for both canine and femme, he turned back around to find his brown slippers. True to their name, he slipped them on each foot and finally stood up off of the mattress. For a moment, Kev lingered in his room. Where was Fear...? A peek into the mental bond and a pondering on past events lead Kev to a detour by the closet, pulling on a thick brown parka. Though he was still wearing his usual winter clothes, the air got chillier at night. He'd need some extra layering. Leaving his bedroom door open a crack, Kev left Metus and Livewire behind. Stepping softly and quietly, Kev made his way through the hallway and down the stairs. Each cautious step was calculated, attempting not to disturb any of the slumbering animals. With a beeline to the white french doors, Kev lingered before them. Gloved knuckles tapped together as Kev stared through the glass. Fear was out there...he was upset. The ghoul would need his understanding, stable guypal, not an emotional and saddened one.

    A deep breath. In and out...

    His hand reached out, grasping the doorknob. Pushing forward and onto the patio, he stepped out into the cold and began to look for Fear. With a trail of smoke, it couldn't be too hard...


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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Fear on Mon Mar 07, 2016 7:46 am

    Was he caught in a well...

    "Sss..." A generous plume of smoke hissed through the vents of his helmet in a thick outward jet. Nothing like a smoke, Fear internally sighed, listlessly staring past the haze. It was funny, really... He hadn't been much of a smoker in life to really appreciate the pastime. Only in death did the ghoul bother picking up a cigarette and giving it a whirl, far removed from the consequences of cancer and poor health. There was little he could do about the leathery skin and horrible smell. Heated ashes peppered downward into an awaiting ashtray as the fiend savoured another lengthy drag, the smouldering glow of his smoke a red pinprick in the dark. Oh what a day, what a day... Barely a quarter into the new year and things were just looking positively dismal. Perhaps his brother had been right; wicked creatures such as themselves will forever be plagued by misfortune. Fear tipped that heavy bucket of his back and let his shoulders sag.

    Eternal souls pitted against an eternal struggle... Oi, they certainly leaped into this sinister pact without their heads screwed on tight. How much longer will it be, hmm? How much longer until everyone either died of natural - or unnatural and hopefully violent - causes or just straight up vanished without a trace? Was this the fate all denizens of Portal Breach shared? Skyler... Skyler had been here since the beginning, or damn close to it. If even she could simply walk out that door and pull off the greatest disappearing act imaginable...

    An unhappy sound escaped him. "Mm..." No one had seen it coming, especially not Kev and Livewire; and they had known the girl practically forever! Where was the guarantee that something of this magnitude couldn't happen again? Where was the guarantee that Livewire remained another year? His brother? Or worse, K -

    Wait...

    "Hello, Kev," rasped a tired Fear, the superfiend not bothering to level his gaze or finish the previous train of thought. His half-spent cigarette still blazed hotly, the air smelling heavily of sweet tobacco and earthy aromas. The next part he kept mum. Livewire didn't need to hear this, not yet. Before you assssk, the ansssswer isss sssadly 'no'. I did not manage to locate Ssskyler. Not within the city, not within the Outer Dissstrict, not within a bloody fifty mile radiusss in all directionsss. He was... frustrated, yes. That was a good word for it. In all his years of tracking fugitives and hunting down bent Judges, never before had Fear literally been given nothing to work with. It was like... It was like the damn girl had been plucked right out of the air and that was that. What a load of crock, that was! How was anyone to find Skyler? How was anyone to mend things? How was anyone to tell Livewire that her sister hadn't abandoned her, that her sister would return home and all would be well... How?
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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Kev on Mon Mar 07, 2016 8:22 am

    Bundling the parka closer to himself, Kev stepped out into the cold air...and found Fear to be a lot easier to find than last time. Not hidden in the corners of the yard, lit up only by a cigarette. Not seated against a tree. Instead, Fear was sitting cozy as can be in a chair on the patio. Well...as cozy as you can be when you are his height. Shutting the door behind himself, Kev came closer to the stairs, only pausing when Fear addressed him first. A hand waved, stepping closer with large steps to stand beside the seated ghoul. "Hi Fear."

    When Fear spoke again, it was through the bond and not out-loud. Considering the subject matter... Kev sidled a bit closer, until he could place a hand on Fear's shoulder and give it a firm squeeze. You tried as hard as you could, and I appreciate that. No sign of Skyler, not even a hair... No letter either. No good byes, no explanations, nothing. Just...nothing. If it weren't for the cyborg's belongs both in the house and at the Inn... It'd be as if she had never been on the Gamma to begin with. Both arms began to snake around Fear's neck firmly, latching on. Kev stooped down, pressing his forehead against Fear's cool helm as he sighed. She hasn't moved... She's just...laying there, right where you set her down. It's like... He trailed off with a wince, brushing a scaly cheek against the smooth metal to shake away unwelcome mental images. Images of a Cybertronian femme that never moved, still and silent in bed. No kisses to wake her up, nothing to jostle her out of her shock. Comatose and far away. No... He would forbid those thoughts. She would wake up... She would be alright, but it would take time. The two of them could wait, and they would be there for her.

    Ignoring the urge to climb onto Fear's lap, he busied himself by stroking the top of his helm with light fingertips instead. The ghoul was smoking, after all. Kev would be in the way, if he were in his lap. Eyes followed the billowing smoke. I should have told you to just stay home... I didn't think you would find any sign of her but... I'm sorry I didn't stop you, Kikiri. You tried so hard to find her for us. There was nothing you could do. By the time we found Livewire... A deep sigh shuddered its way out of his chest. I think she was already gone... Neither of them were precogs, and so nobody could have predicted this. As hard as it was to admit...they were powerless here. An uneven trill sounded, more to comfort Fear than out of any real sense of contentment.


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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Fear on Mon Mar 07, 2016 9:27 am

    Ah, Kev... what a doting sap. There was no complaint, though, not even a grunt or scoff. In another time and place, the contact would have been happily received and even reciprocated, but now... Like ssshe'sss dead, Fear answered, unable to dance around the subject lightly. And for what it's worth, Livewire was. The death of a soul was a tragic, tragic thing. She lost her parents, she lost a few of her friends, and now a sister. Kev was far too kind in bidding those macabre thoughts away, though the ghoul was of a far crueler breed. One had to be while patrolling the dilapidated streets of Deadworld. He stiffly reached up with a withered hand and gave Kev's forearms a light pat. The gesture was far from reassuring, but the sentiment was there. Don't be ssso hard on yourssself, he rasped, giving the alien's scales a gentle squeeze. I knew it wasss unlikely that Ssskyler remained within our vicinity, but I ssstill went out to look. Foolisssh of me, but... Defeated, the fiend weakly shrugged, exhaling a fictitious breath. But, I did it anyway. I figured at leassst an attempt wasss better than outright giving up.

    It was easy, far too easy, to lapse into a bout of despair and mope... to succumb to melancholia and become as disinterested with existence as the femme upstairs. But it was bad enough that Kev suffered twice, wasn't it? There was nothing they could do for Livewire - not today, not tomorrow, not even a week from now. Her healing would take time, diligence. Skyler was gone and they would have to accept that she may never, ever return. How interesting... Death happened all the time, whether it was natural or assisted well along, and yet Fear hadn't felt so troubled as he did today.

    After all, what was a billion sinful souls toiling unto nothingness to the likes of himself, an entity freed of life's mortal coil? He hadn't shed a tear or cared one iota for their righteous passing. But here he was, lounging in a patio chair with a smoke and an unsettling realization gnawing at the back of his ever-awake mind.

    People disappear.

    People vanish.

    People suddenly leave without rhyme or reason.

    If someone like Skyler could be here one day and gone the next, what prevented everyone else from following suit? What if everyone left, for whatever reason, and he was left alone? So dreadfully... completely... alone?

    Bulbous knuckles cracked and the ghoul put out his smoke against a leathery palm, no longer finding pleasure in anything, least of all a tasteless cigarette. ...What an awful fear, the ghoul commented, trying his hardest not to sound morose. Terribly hard, that. Now I underssstand why you ssshoulder the burden you do; to live each day with thisss gripping anxiety that everyone you know... everyone you love... could be gone tomorrow. I envy thossse who are capable of sssleeping at night. Fear would now experience each day with this apprehension, from now unto eternity. Life everlasting... what a fool's treasure. He sprinkled the ashes onto the grass and wondered that perhaps one day, though he knew not when, he would be left in a barren universe with no one but his shadow to keep company.

    Fear would personally rather die.

    Ssshe will not be better overnight, hissed the ghoul, but give it time, I think. We are here for her, and ssshe hasss a bright future ahead. Patience, mm... Patience and consssissstency. With her level of ssshock, I doubt Livewire isss capable of doing much elssse. We will need to make certain ssshe eatsss, and to keep her body healthy. Fortunately, there isss a doctor. A plan. A plan was good to have, and they could benefit from the confidence of knowing one. We get Knock Out to check on Livewire asss much asss isss reasssonable, he continued. We alternate ssshiftsss at work, we keep Livewire in our sssightsss at all timesss, and we sssteadily remove bitsss and piecesss of Ssskyler from the houssse. I do not think Livewire will be needing her room at the inn after tonight. It had far too many memories, far too many reminders.
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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Kev on Mon Mar 07, 2016 2:21 pm

    Doting had been second nature for a long time, and after several hours of mothering an unresponsive Livewire? Kev could still feel some residue instincts to dote and cuddle. Even if Fear's face was hidden behind a helm, he could tell that the ghoul was bothered. The air felt heavy, and the emotions on the other side of the line... It didn't feel good. Kev could only hope he didn't feel awful for Fear. The alien flinched as the corpse finished his thought. Fear was blunt, but...he was not wrong. His eyes fell down to the concrete, feeling guilty for even thinking that. Yet, no admonishment came from Fear. Instead, Kev's gaze followed a gangly green hand that reached up to bestow a pat to the alien. The reciprocation, though minor, still made him happier than he'd been all day. Kev shifted his position until the back of Fear's helm was pressed against his own chest.

    Fwomp...

    Take cover, dear guypal. Though there wasn't much of a surface area for the helmeted man to retreat into, Kev still pressed his layered chest into the cold and unforgiving metal. One of his hands, far smaller than the fiend's but no less loving, found its way on top of Fear's larger one. He gave it a squeeze, able to feel the taut skin even through his gloves. I won't be hard on myself, so long as you aren't hard on yourself. His fingers interlaced with Fear's, slipping into the grooves between his long, slim phalanges. That's why I let you go. Why I didn't speak up... I knew we owed it to Livewire, to give it our best shot. Neither of us would have been content to just...let it go. Not without giving it one more try, to make sure if she was actually gone or...if she had merely gotten into trouble. As someone who had been kidnapped on several occasions, Kev could definitely speak to how such a thing could happen...! Just a damn shame that that wasn't the case now.

    Silence overtook them both, a deep and thoughtful one. Kev continued his embrace, squeezing Fear's hand occasionally as he let this sink in. With Skyler nowhere to be seen, and a catatonic Livewire found in the Inn...how had she discovered that Skyler was gone? Did she search throughout the city as Fear had, with the Inn as her last hope and salvation? Or perhaps she had gone to the Inn first, and found it empty? Perhaps worst of all, maybe she had witnessed it? Round portals of cyan transported them here, after all. Perhaps one could just as easily blip into existence and pull people right back out. Kev had never really heard of it before but...you never know.

    Movement stirred him from his thoughts, shifting to appease Fear as he blinked down at him. The cigarette was snuffed out, in a manner that wouldn't be nearly so simple for one who still lived. The scaly alien cringed, trying to ignore the crackle as the fire of the cigarette was put out into thick corpse flesh.

    Now I underssstand why you ssshoulder the burden you do; to live each day with thisss gripping anxiety that everyone you know... everyone you love... could be gone tomorrow. I envy thossse who are capable of sssleeping at night.

    Ah... Yes, that was familiar. Kev's gaze took a more distant shine to them, as he remembered a dark time... One that had lasted for a couple of years. A time where nightmares plagued him more often than not. Dreams of a large, expansive city filled to the brim with strangers. In them, he'd search high and he'd search low. He'd push through the crowds to find familiar buildings, only to find them replaced. Sometimes, erased completely. The crowd in his nightmares regarded him as a complete stranger, seemingly confused about why the alien would be breaking down. Who was he to them? He was no one. Many nightmares used to plague Kev, but those nightmares usually led to him fearing the worst throughout the entire day.

    The alien's eyes welled up with tears, though despite them he began to chuckle. Hahaha... Kev turned his face down to Fear's helm, and he planted a mouthless peck on the very top of it. Scales brushed against the smooth metal. Drip, drip... A couple of tears splashed lightly upon the helm as well, having fallen from the alien's cheeks. I have you to thank, for how well I sleep at night now. Kev's tone was fond even though he was crying, speaking the gospel truth. You have done...so much for me. The best thing you've done for me? Kev gave Fear an affectionate squeeze.

    You gave me peace of mind. Where once there had been nightmares, now there was restful sleep. Calm, peaceful, and especially great if he got to fall asleep holding onto the ghoul before him. It is a heavy burden, but just as you don't let me shoulder it alone... I won't let you shoulder this alone either. A few more tears streamed down his face, and despite his affection and love for Fear, there was still a bittersweet layer to the moment. The cyborg was gone, their household had lost a member, and someone they loved was hurt. Kev sniffled softly, crying for all three of them as he continued to hold onto the former Judge. When Fear spoke up again, it was with a plan. For how long, Kev was unsure, but he listened all the same.

    Livewire's future, was indeed not so ugly and dark. There was the cat sanctuary, and still so many books for her to read up on. She also still had the two of them, and they would be here for her. They wouldn't rush her, or disappear... We'll both be here for her. Kev agreed, nodding lightly. Keeping her fed...Energon was toxic for organics, though there was thankfully a Cybertronian Doctor they could call upon. He gave a short laugh. Lucky for us that he's such big fans of us, huh? Kev couldn't see the mech refusing them. Not if he wanted to remain on good terms with Fear, at least. If he thought being called 'Kock Out' was bad... Yes sir. One of us can stay with her, while the other takes care of Skyler's things... We'll have to take everything out of the Inn so they can have it ready for somebody else. Skyler's things... We can box them up and... Fear wanted them out of the house, yes...? And the cottage was a very far walk... We can keep her things at the shop. I can find a place in the basement for them. That way, it's out of the house and out of the cottage. Livewire doesn't go down into the basement... Out of sight, out of mind.

    We'll take it slow, no need to rush... Just take it one day at a time. It was the best they could do for now, but just maybe...it was enough.


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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Fear on Mon Mar 07, 2016 8:18 pm

    It was hard not to be bothered. It was hard not to feel trepidation over the uncertain future of this ever-shifting, ever-evolving world. What security was there, if any at all, when the very individuals you lived with could vanish into thin air at any moment? It had almost happened with his brother last winter, and now...

    Fwomp!

    And now it was time to let such turbulent thoughts rest. Kev was still here, Livewire was upstairs, and his brother was off and about someplace or other. The three people Fear cared for most had not gone anywhere. And they wouldn't. He had to tell himself that they wouldn't, that he ought to take a page out of his own advice and have more faith. Hmph, ironic... Sometimes it was laughably easy slipping down that slope and into the treacherous darkness below. Past recollections of Mortis' spiral into madness served as a harrowing reminder, one Fear would strive to never forget. He banished his doubts, his anxieties, and budding paranoia to the furthest reaches of his mind. They had no place here, not now and not ever. I will try not to be hard on myssself, the ghoul agreed, quiet. Kev was right - this hadn't been their fault or an oversight. If Skyler had wished to leave, there was nothing any of them could do to stop her. It was simply a matter of fate beyond their control. The hardest part was acceptance, but they needn't suffer through this trying time alone.

    It seemed like an eternity out in the backyard, beneath the distant stars and city lights. The world felt so small, so... ephemeral. For a moment it felt as if it was just the three of them bobbing aimlessly in an endless sea. This of course wasn't true. There were others out there, friends and acquaintances that made Portal Breach a brighter, happier place. But for how long was anyone's guess. Still, one must have faith.

    Kev's doting had not gone unnoticed and the air gradually seemed to lessen in weight. It felt so nice being out here with him, even if circumstances were less than optimal...

    Drip, drip...

    Oh no, Kev was...

    Sadness entered the ghoul's thoughts, foreign emotions vying to overtake his own. I am... I am sssorry for being inssssensssitive. I did not mean to caussse you... Ah, but let the alien cry, a voice told him. Let the alien have this outlet in peace. And so Fear did, conveniently losing his voice as Kev openly wept, the alien's tears delicately falling onto the fiend's cold, unfeeling helmet. He sat there in silence and didn't move for fear of making matters worse or interrupting Kev's sorrows. It was good for the alien to cry, Fear told himself. Kev had been wanting to for a while, and...

    Leathery fingers squeezed, an unseen presence bundling the alien within a feeling of comfort. You are welcome, and... thank you, the ghoul said, waiting until after Kev had finished speaking. Livewire was hurt, Kev was hurt... and he hurt for them. He hurt that there was nothing to be done, even with all of his otherworldly power and influence.

    It wasn't fair. It wasn't just. Ah, but the hypocrisy of those statements...

    Kev appeared receptive to the plan. Keeping the Cybertronian doctor close on the matter was a sound decision, and so was storing all of Skyler's things at City Noise. Although their little bumblebee assisted with the shop every now and again, it was far too infrequent for her to go snooping or exploring. The basement was a good temporary choice. I will box them up, Fear volunteered. You ssstay with Livewire and keep her sssafe. Both of you need ressst. They could do this on a day off, when the shop was closed. It would do them a spot of good to relax and unwind, and Kev didn't need to suffer more by putting Skyler's things into storage. The wound was still too fresh.

    We'll take it slow, no need to rush... Just take it one day at a time.

    And that, really, was the best anyone could do.

    Of courssse, Fear answered. Livewire's health was paramount, and neither of her guardians wished to see the femme more broken than she already was. How long would her path to recovery take? No one knew, not even the superfiend himself, but he had time in spades. And speaking of time...

    He withdrew his pocket watch and noted that it was quite late; a certain scaly handbag should have been fast asleep beneath the covers an hour ago. Right, then. Time for bed. He gave Kev's arm another pat, indicating that it was time to let go, and stiffly rose. Corpses were astoundingly uncooperative once seated for too long. Fortunately, they weren't stubborn enough to keep Fear from rest a loving grip upon the alien's shoulder. His other monstrous hand reached over to carefully wipe away the alien's tears. Ha ha... I do believe that isss enough dessspair for one night, he lightly joked. Come on. Let'sss get you to bed, yesss? I reckon you are tired... If you need me to cover your ssshift at the ssstore, I am more than happy to take it. Though the fiend couldn't make any promises about not exploding at Nyreena...
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    Re: Loving Sentinel

    Post by Kev on Tue Mar 08, 2016 5:40 am

    There you go... That's it. A small burst of pride blossomed in Kev's chest. This attempt to make Fear feel better seemed to be more fruitful than the last time they had cuddled in the backyard like this. Of course, the problem was still there... A bit of comfort and support didn't suddenly make everything alright, but that was okay. Nothing could put things back the way they once were, and to pretend as if it could? Would only harm them. Kev's fingertips ran down the length of one of the helm's adornments, across the outstretched 'wing'. As he did, the alien reached through to the bond and continued the same 'motion'. Giving Fear the sensation as if someone was stroking his skull. Thank you, Kikiri. He pressed another peck to his helm, giving him a small mental smooch to the crown at the same time. Trying was the best he could do right now, but Kev had enough experience to know that he was great at trying.

    Ah, the first time was never easy... Though the ghoul had experienced these emotions through Kev, Livewire, and practically everyone else thanks to empathy...it was always different to experience it for yourself. Fear might not have been guardian to Skyler, but he lived with her, worked with her. And the empathy... To feel a loss on several levels like this? Kev did not envy such powers. As the tears filled his eyes and ran over his cheeks, it naturally took no time for Fear to realize his guypal was crying. However, it seems he accidentally gave him the wrong impression. The scaly alien shook his head, chest shuddering with a silent sob.

    I-it's okay, it's alright... It wasn't you, Fear. You weren't insensitive at all, love. Through the tears, Kev gave Fear a squinty, happy look before he returned to weeping. It was silent, aside from the sounds of his sniffling and a stray whimper or two that escaped from him. Some time ago, the Kryptonistanian would have felt ashamed of this display. Crying used to be an awful, weak thing to him, but now... Well, Fear had helped with that too. The former Judge never liked to see Kev cry, but sometimes it was good to cry. Already, he felt as if something knotted and bunched up within his chest and mind had been untangled. Breathing came without a hitch, limbs sagging like taffy that had been stretched out. Helping him to relax, was the ghoul's comfort. From the physical, like Fear's hand squeezing his own, to the mental. An invisible force surrounded him, and a deep feeling of comfort arose in his chest. Kev squeezed in return, pressing his face snugly against iron as the last of his tears trailed down. Anytime, micurren. Anytime... Especially during these trying times.

    Just as Fear volunteered to go searching for the cyborg, he offered to pack up her things and leave watching Livewire to Kev. You're sure? It wouldn't be asking too much...? True to his psychic nature, Fear could tell that packing up his friend's belongings would be...hard. Packing up Leslie's was difficult, but needed. The pain of the separation had been distanced by a couple of years. After keeping her room as if she may return any day... Kev eventually had to move on without her. But Skyler... It was still new, still tender. Unsettling, too... After all these years together, to eventually just pack everything up? Reduce a friendship, a person, to a couple of cardboard boxes? Mmm... He squeezed, sighing lightly. Thank you for being so... Supportive? Comforting? Stable. There. That was the word that described him most. Stable, consistent, patient... Precisely what Kev needed, sometimes.

    Kev didn't notice the pocketwatch until Fear spoke up. Peeking over the top of Fear's helm, he blinked down at the watch and noted the time. O-oh, right... Everybody else in the house was asleep, and after today? Ah yes...sliding back into bed and curling up in the comforter sounded great. The ghoul was released from the python like grip, and Kev backed up a step. Hands hovered in place, ready to offer assistance as rigor mortis was permanently set into Fear's frame. He seemed to have it taken care of, though, rising up out of his chair and back to his full height. One large hand settled onto his shoulder in a supportive grasp, the other wiping at his moist cheeks. The scaly alien leaned into the gesture, sniffling lightly before letting out a genuine chuckle. Yes sir. No more despair tonight. His gaze became half-lidded, staring up into the slits of Fear's helm fondly. Alright... B-but I can take the shift after that! Then, you'll be able to stay home with Livewire, and relax. The ghoul might work himself to the bone if Kev didn't step in! Supernatural endurance or not, Fear would receive breaks.

    An arm snaked around Fear's bony waist, tucking himself against Fear's side as they turned to the house and entered through the french doors. It wasn't a perfect fit, thanks to their height differences, but it felt right all the same. His cheek nuzzled into the black fabric. I am pretty tired... But I think I'll sleep better if you're in bed with me. Having the both of them in bed would probably make Livewire feel safer, too. Arm in arm, the two ascended up the stairs and into the bedroom. As promised, Metus had kept a constant vigil over their 'bee, and they would find her unharmed and undisturbed. With a quick wardrobe change, they climbed into bed, with Fear in the middle. His long arms would provide a great comfort during the night, and the alien remained close to Fear as he slept. Today had been a difficult one for them, but...

    Tomorrow is another day.


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