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[whyteassnow]

Haunt Me

It had taken Bae a while to work out what had happened. He’d been running through the forest, running to find Gerda and Kay, when he placed an unsteady hoof on the ground, disrupting the pile of rocks and boulders causing him to tumble down, down, down, with the sickening crunch of his legs breaking as they were caught between rocks, hitting his antlers with such force they snapped in places and the velvet tore off leaving them bloody and painful. He hit the bottom a bloody mess, unable to move as more rocks tumbled over him, his chest heaving, only able to produce the softest, most pained grunts. Soon, the world began to fade. The pain numbed. He slept.

When he’d awoken, he’d been frightened, quickly assessing the extent of his injuries, but was surprised to find that as he looked down, where hooves should have been he had hands, hands that felt the top of his head and felt no antlers. He was human once more, and he shouted with excitement, jumping into the air, spinning around happily. That is, until, he caught side of a reindeer, trapped under a pile of rocks, grunting feebly, bloody and broken, clinging onto life by the skin of its teeth.

It was now that he realised. He wasn’t human. He was dying – not dead, but dying. He sunk to his knees with a wail of pain before crawling over to the reindeer, stroking its bloody and matted fur. The reindeer seemed soothed, though when Bae moved back, the fur looked exactly as it had before. He understood; he wasn’t a physical form. He was his spirit; that’s how he was human again.

He sat with the reindeer – with his body – for a while, adjusting to the idea of his approaching death, before he remembered why he’d been running; Gerda. Gerda needed him. And Kay needed him. And if he was still alive, maybe there was hope yet. He wasn’t sure what to do, until he remembered the stories, of a great wizard. Oh yes, many denied them, calling Merlin a nut and a fool, but Bae was desperate, and the stories of Merlin had always given him hope. Magic was real, and if King Arthur trusted this man – King Arthur, a man that Bae admired more than any – then he could help. He was his only hope. And so he turned on his heel and ran.

He wasn’t afraid of falling now. He wasn’t afraid of anything. He was going to die if he didn’t find Merlin soon, and he ran until he felt his legs burn (which was foolish; his legs weren’t there, but still, he felt as real as any), he ran until the blood pounded in his ears and his chest heaved. He ran until he reached the castle, and he kept going. He listened as people spoke, following their words until he found him. A young man, a man who didn’t look much older, if any older, than Bae himself. He wouldn’t have believed he truly was Merlin if just being in the same room as him hadn’t filled him with such a sense of hope; of magic; of good.

And he sat.

He sat next to the man, and watched him. He watched him sit, he watched him move, completely and utterly enticed by him. He knew he didn’t have long left, but the way he moved, the way the magic flowed from him, it was tantalising. It wasn’t until Ben felt what he could only describe as a flickering that he knew his end was coming. His body couldn’t hold out much longer, and Gerda and Kay still needed him.

Slowly, he approached Merlin, standing behind him and whispering into his ear.

“Merlin...you must find me.”

[kay-hammond]

so how can Kay be so angsty about Oly but so happy about Camille?

I got this ask last night and had to sleep on it. I can only assume you meant this ooc right? because I have no idea how to answer this IC. 

anyway~ bear with me because this will be all over the place.

Kay ISN'T happy. He could never BE happy. Not entirely anyway It's impossible. Honestly, the only thing that gives Kayden unlimited joy and happiness, is Kyle.

Lets think of Kayden as the moon, dark broody, beautiful, yes? Kyle is the earth. Kay revolves around Kyle making sure he's okay, you know? timing the tides, doing whatever the moon does for the earth but generally loving it more than anything.

Olympia is the sun. Kyle and Kay revolve around the sun, but Kay as the moon is out of reach. He can't touch her, can't see her, because she pushed him so far away. The moon still loves the sun, will always love the sun like in that story, but it's impossible.

Cami is like a shooting star, the one bright spot in the moons sky that makes things better even for a little while.

Kay really is trying. But with all the drugs, and the arrests, his grandmother, Gen, Olympia, Cora. I mean- the chips are stacked against him. So while yes, there will be brief burst of happiness thanks to a one magic carpet, Kay will always go home and remember his kid, and chain smoke himself silly. 

I hope this helped.

[kay-hammond]

Lost.

everyone should read this because I have to say I'm proud. Heart broken but proud.

“Hey, how does some Twizlers sound? Or Swedish Fish? I was just thinking I want some of the worst possible candy in the world today. Give me a call and we’ll do it, okay? I miss you.” Kayden stole a glance at Kyle’s picture behind the ensuing phone call before disconnecting, a small smile teasing his lips. He looked around, that unfamiliar emptiness in his warehouse weighing on him heavily. When Kyle wasn’t working hour upon hour at one of his gizmos, he was fiddling around with everything in Kay's workspace. The scene was more home to Kay than a whole lot of other things. Maybe it was something he’d said. Maybe Kyle needed to go see Olympia, or something. But, even then he’d call him before the poor artist lost his mind.

That weekend, he buried himself in a new piece, banning had given him three days off and he had locked himself inside his warehouse. He even called Kyle to sheepishly beg him to come. Kayden was loosing him mind without his best friend and it showed. His art was tortured and erratic, refusing to come together. His hope was cut way short when the dial tone didn’t even go through and instead gave him right over to the voicemail. His shoulders slumped and his heart beat faster than in any other ‘emergency’ he cooked up. Kyle always answered. Kayden felt incredibly guilty for deluding himself so thoroughly that he honestly thought that, maybe, Kyle needed personal time. That his door was deadbolted and he wasn’t let in because the poor guy needed a break. Something was wrong. Something was so very wrong. What happened to his best friend?

Kay was banging on Kyles’s locked door by sunset. “Muppet!” He begged, his voice a little hoarse from a day’s worth of chemical inhalation, “Kyle, open the door!” No answer. 

“Muppet, please!” He tried his key again, but only the knob would turn. The door was stopped by another lock bolting him out like days ago. His desperation boiling over, Kay kicked the doorframe with his stell-toed boot, leaving a good-sized dent in the wood. He ran his fingers through his curls and slid down the door to sit in the hallway. “I need you” He said, his voice falling out from the sheer quietness. For the first time in a long time, he prayed. Prayed his best friend, his one confidant, the man he loved more than anything, would come out and let Kay take care of him.

Kyle didn’t call once. 

Kayden was loosing himself. The man had stopped eating, stopped painting. Those around town who cared about him begged him to forget the other man, claiming Kyle was the bad guy. The one who'd left them all.

Kay refused to believe it, though. Kyle was better than that. He was the guy who wouldn’t hesitate in anything concern Kayden. He gave the best hugs and smiled the best smiles. Kay would have conversations with the door, hoping Kyle was sitting just on the other side. Even if the music was blaring and tools were clanking, Kay would talk. 

When they called, Kayden was a shadow of the young miscreant he was with Kyle. It was like his age caught up with him in the months of Kyle’s absence, making him just a man with hallow eyes and sullen cheeks.

“K-Mart?” His nickname shot pains through his heart. He struggled to answer the voice, knowing it wasn’t Kyles’s kind face, smiling as she said the name on the other line. “Kay, there was an accident. We didn’t know who to call.”

Suicide. The term floated through the room like they had no idea who Kyle Simmons was. Is. No, Kyle would never. Muppet was strong and kind and these doctors don’t know shit. Kay barely heard them over the beating of his own heart, anyway.

“Let me see him,” he begged, his storming eyes upturned to the Doctor’s old face. It didn’t add up. Kyle, the man who could build and take a part a computer in minutes killed by the thing he had all command over? No, there was no way Kyle died in an electrical fire. Tears were already streaming uncontrollably. He thought one of the firemen put an arm around his shoulder, but he didn’t feel it.

“Unfortunately, the body was burned so badly that-” The doctor had to stop as a mangled mess of a cross between a sob and a scream ripped its way out of Kay. This was wrong. So, so wrong. Kayden gripped at his curls and dipped his head between his knees, trying to regain his senses. 

“No, oh, God! No, Kyle!” he pleaded. After that, Kyle’s name was the only thing anyone could make out between Kay’s shaking. One of the firefighters rubbed at his shoulders, trying to shush his tangled sobs. 

Kyle was dead.

Kay doesn't remember making it to the warehouse. Standing the middle of the floor and seeing Kyle of over the place. In every drawing, in every painting.

Then he realizes he can’t feel that anymore. He can’t feel him. It's empty and cold. Alone

The bond was more real than they knew.

His mouth is gaping, like he’s struggling for air or words. He moves, barely but in a sort of pained jerked way, like there’s something forcing the breath from his lungs, like there’s a pain shooting through every nerve, and he’s left dumbstruck in the sudden wake, like the shock wave of a catastrophic explosion, too far away to hear or feel the affects right away. 

It’s less of a fall, more of a stumble. Either way, he winds up on his ass, long legs giving out and buckling beneath him. Hands reach out, an attempt to grab something, and he finds nothing. It’s disgustingly fitting symbolism. 

It’s easier to stop fighting it, that’s what he’s learned. The fall, now, as well as influxes of emotions or devastating events. It’s easier to give up, limp like a rag doll, as the tidal waves take you under.

On his back, eyes on the ceiling, is when the images start flashing. Nights in trees, and candy bars, gizmo's and gadgets that he knew nothing about. Days spent far away from the lake. Kyle singing to Cora. The benevolent smile, the too wise eyes. 

He’s begging him to come back, even the voice in his head coming out panicked and choked and frantic, like a child who’s lost its guardian. Because this isn’t about him, and his stupid emotions, and his tears and profound sorrow, it’s about Kyle, and how he’s gone, gone, rotting as he spoke with every ounce of love and memory he had pouring out of him like ectoplasm. It’s about how his best friend, was just gone.

Not him. If anyone, not him. It didn’t have to be him. It’s awful, but anyone, anyone his brain calls,anyone else, it would have been fucking fine. But not - not him.

A few days later left Kayden standing over a headstone. “Hey,” he said, a sad chuckle mixing with his words as his eyes traced the engraving in the marble before they clouded over with tears. Kyle Simmons.  “Hey, Muppet.” The name was bitter on his lips. He bit down, trying to stop the quivering. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do it for you. Im sorry, Kyle.” He shook his head,”I let you down. Im so, so sorry.” Kay pleaded, the tears spilling over as he choked over his own words. “Everything will be okay. Peas gonna be fine, I'll take care of her.” Kayden stood there, remembering his best friend as the talkative genius his life as. Remembering the funny way he nodded a little when he smiled and the relentless need he had to teach Kayden about his toys.

“Rest easy.” He finished, unable to find the words for how much he would miss this man.

That night he stayed in his warehouse, and just before dawn he stepped out, fingering his lighter in his palm. With a soft lick of his lips he threw the lighter at the old wood, watching as it sparked. There was no Kay without Kyle, without Kyle there was no Kay.

As he watched his life work burn to the ground he could only think of his best friend.

"I'm sorry. I love you."

[kay-hammond]

AND TWIZZLERS. AND SKITTLES. AND CUDDLING. AND CHOCOLATE. AND THE NERDIEST JOKES KYLE AND THINK OF. AND WHAT HIS NEXT INVENTION IS GONNA BE. AND WHAT KAY’S GONNA TAG NEXT. AND JUST ALL OF THE THINGS ;ALSKJDF

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thank god you're my queen because if not I'd hate you for making me roll in these feels. KAY IS SO SAD HE FORGOT TO GO INTO WITHDRAWALS. THATS HOW DEPRESSED HE IS. SUCH SADNESS IT COUNTERACTS ALL OTHER SHIT.

[kay-hammond]

Kayden flinched as Kyle's cold skin met his dripping body. He had run across town during the torrential downpour as soon as he got the text that they had figured out what was wrong with his best friend. The first thought running through his head was the fear he’d get Kyle sick- sicker. But the aching for his touch quickly ran that out of mind. He wrapped his arms around him, resting his cheek on the the other mans head. Kay quickly recognized the very faint smell of his shampoo which made him smile. There were such tiny things about him that Kay clung to for hope. One of which, his eyes, found his before they broke apart. Just the look on Kyle's face made his heart stop. The penultimate fear of someone facing death; he’s seen that look before.

Five days. It was a piercing two words, even in Kyle’s soft, soothing, voice. The voice that had shushed and laughed with him for years. The strength in Kay gave out to a blank understanding that the man he’d grown so close to was going to die. His gaze fell to the floor as his knees buckled. He was forced to support himself with the chair as he began breathing hard, an audible sickness in his voice ringing in the room. “No.” was all he could say, over and over. He couldn’t believe he was going to lose someone else. Not him. Anyone but him. Kay looked up to Kyle, his gray green eyes glassy with tears that threatened to pour over. Kay knew he had to be strong for him. Kyle did enough of that for everyone else, for him; he didn’t want the man to feel like he had to put on a brave face. Kay stood straight and shook his head. “The-The doctors. They'll figure it out! They can cure you, I know it!” he begged, closing the gap between the two of them. “You’ll be fine, Muppet.” he whispered as he got closer, the uncertainty and vulnerability in his voice a little more obvious than he’d meant.

Why him? Kayden had been biting his lip so hard he could feel the blood beading into his mouth as he wondered. All of the perfect, selfless people in his world were ripped away from the Earth way before their prime. Kyle still had so much to do. He was still just a baby. Kay hadn't had enough time with him yet. He gripped Kyle tight, his open palm finding the side of his head as he shushed him, bringing him closer in to give him those few moments of protection he could provide. But even then he couldn't stop the obscene amount of tears that fell from his eyes.

Kay tried to even out his ugly breathing, but he couldn’t help the sharp inhales that came with the horrid amounts of tears he’d been crying. His eyes looked to the white lights above him, the red in his blood-shot eyes contrasting eerily with the green color in his irises. He thought about all of their little talks and it felt like, in his short years of friendship with Kyle, he’d known him his whole life. He was the concrete in everything Kay did, holding everything together. Holding him together. 

His lip quivered under his teeth as he rocked the man in his arms back and forth, moving his weight to accommodate the sway, like he did with Cora all those years ago. A silence fell over the room before Kyles voice broke through, the words ringing in his ears. "S'gonna be fine, K-Mart." His trembling voice was weak and forced, but Kayden could still hear that man inside that looked to care than be cared for. He nodded against his hair and another volley of tears erupted from him. Tell the truth, Kayden couldn’t think of the last time he’d cried this much. It was like sticking a knife into a healed wound and ripping it open a second time; the pain was familiar, but ten times worse than he’d remembered.

Words escaped him and he couldn’t think of any more conciliatory words for him. Just, without thought or consideration, he began humming Frankie Valli. Soon the melody transformed into words that cracked with his tired, miserable voice. He couldn’t say in words how much he loved Kyle, but Valli could sing it to her better than he could ever say.

“You’re home again, I’m glad you kept the key. Been waiting here, it seems a million years to me, but hush now, I know you’re all cried out. It’s all right. Inside, I’ve had no doubt about your love for me, I can see behind the tears. I’m certain of the way we feel, and given time the hurt will heal…” he sang. The words were unbearably soft and most of them cracked out of tune from his tears, but his entire heart was in the song as he tried to let him know he loved him too, very much. When Kayden couldn’t find the words, he let the songs take its place. Kyle had always loved his piano playing, but he didn't have a piano so this would have to do. 

He barely made it through the whole song before he got choked up. He couldn’t finish it for him. Those last notes were resigning; surrendering. He wasn’t prepared to give up on him. The tears had stopped for him and a numbness had replaced it, but he was not going to finish the song for him. Not a song so sad as that one. 

[kay-hammond]

technobabblebrooke replied to your post:Lost.

;alksdjfa;slkjS;DFLAKSJDF;ALSKDFJASDFA SD;FALSKDFJ I CAN’T I CAN’T HANDLE THIS I JUST CAN’T ;ALKSJDFASDFASDFSDSDF

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Urgh poor baby boy ;~; No nobody can die on him because then we lose that person and then right after it we lose Kay. We have to let him keep a little bit of life in his life godammit ;~;

Queen- ;__________________; I'M SORRY

Lady Bug- YES. EXACTLY. So everyone better stay goddamn ALIVE if they know whats good for them.

[kay-hammond]

MY BABIES I MISSED YOU SOOOOO *TACKLE HUGS ALL OF YOU* //gross sobbing

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TORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII*CRYINGFOREVER*

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//fgdsfhjkshfkdshfjkshksfhkhkshfshfksf *smooshes

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//fdjkafsldfhjafj *CLING*

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((*CLINGS TOOOOOOO*))

[kay-hammond]

technobabblebrooke replied to your post: Top 5 people you’d most like to draw

You don’t want to draw me? [sad face]

I draw you all the time, Muppet. You're my favorite subject.

[whyteassnow]

technobabblebrooke replied to your post: Haunt Me

Omggggggg i love thiiiiiiiiiis ;askldjfa;sldkjfsdf MERLIN GO SAVE BAE ;kajsd;flkasjdf asdfl HE SO WOULD TOO JFC ;LKAJSDFAS SO AWEOSME;ALSKJDF

erjberkjghbewj I'm glad that you like it ;~;

[whyteassnow]

[text] hey you don't know me but i watch you [text] a;kldjf omg that sounded so creepy [text] IGNORE THAT TEXT [text] I JUST MEANT I SEE YOU AROUND OMG [text] can i blame it on the pain meds? [text] i'm blaming it on the pain meds

[Text] ...What?

[Text] ...Uh...okay? Who is this? Are you okay? Do you need assistance?

[kay-hammond]

[text] you're doing something you shouldn't [text] i have espn or whatever its called [text] I KNOW THINGS K-MART [text] or it might be the meds [text] hi :3

[text] esp? Muppet what are you talking about? I'm not doing anything! 

[text] how're you feeling?

[text] Hey c: 

[whyteassnow]

[text] i'm the resident stalker of the town [text] i have a compulsion to know everything about everyone everywhere mwahahahahahahaha [text] yeah, i'm on some really good pain meds [text] won't be able to eat for a week or two but that's what the meds are for :D [text] oh right! interested in you, uh, i dunno, i saw you with kay the other day and just wanted to say hi :3

[Text] What happened to you? Why do you need the meds?

[Text] Oh...does he know you're texting me?

[whyteassnow]

technobabblebrooke replied to your post: OOC;

Mooo *Snickers*

MOOOOOOO

bigbadvaughn replied to your post: OOC;

//no he’s none of these he’s Vaughn’s dinner the end.

NO *bats Vaughn's nose* BAD WOLF

[whyteassnow]

[text] that's what you get. karma. [text] OH GOD. NO. NO. NO. NO SEXTING. JESUS. [text] hi ben. would it be even creepier to tell you i already knew that? [text] ;aksjdfasd;lkjsdf [text] hi :3

[Text] ...Kind of but that's okay I'll ignore that

[Text] I still don't know why you were interested in me in the first place

[Text] Hey, Kyle. So...what're you on pain meds for?

[whyteassnow]

[text] oh god now i'm thinking about old people sexting [text] wtf [text] you're a horrible influence [text] AND THAT WAS NOT BAD SEXTING THAT WAS AN EXAMPLE [text] I'VE NEVER SEXTED BUT I BET I'M AMAZING AT IT [text] AND YOU'RE MAKING ME SOUND CREEPIER THAN I REALLY AAAAAM ;ALKSJD [text] i'm kyle [text] i don't even know why i texted you [text] i'm gonna go drown in pain pills now kthxbai

[Text] Dude...gross you made me think about it

[Text] I BELIEVE YOU PLEASE DON'T FEEL THE NEED TO SEXT ME

[Text] Hi Kyle I'm Ben please don't overdose because of me you actually sound pretty interesting when you're not accidentally being creepy. You wanna start over?

[whyteassnow]

[text] omg [text] i wish texts had those censor buttons y'know? [text] i should invent that [text] do you think people would buy that? [text] man that would make sexting awkward [text] i would like to stick my [BLACK BAR] into your [BLACK BAR] [text] seriously [text] i could probably get little old ladies to buy it though

[Text] You should invent that, you'd be a hit with the elderly market

[Text] And the drunken market

[Text] That is the least erotic sexting I've ever heard of even without the black bars

[Text] Wait I still don't know who you are except that you watch me and are bad at sexting?

[Text] Wow writing it like that makes you sound really creepy...