@Qxeensryche-is-Artemis-and-hates-school
Can’t remember exactly where we left off but here’s a starter
(Sorry for the millionth time)(I will be apologizing until the day I die)
Providence continued to softly run his fingers through Kelton’s hair, trying to coax him to sleep. His understanding of humans was that if they had food and got sleep, they would feel better.
Kelton smiled at Providence as glanced around the room, seeing several people walking around the hospital. "Do you want to sleep?" He asked, adjusting his position in his bed.
(It's fineeeeeee)
“I’m not tired..You should sleep though.” He said quietly, watching the people walking past the room carefully. I need to watch out for him..
"You sure?" Kelton asked, looking worriedly at Providence. "I don't think you've slept at all these past few days." I'm worried about him.
"I don't need sleep like you do, remember?" Providence reassured him gently. "Please sleep. I want you to get better." He added, still watching the passing workers. He's all I have left..
"I know, but still." Kelton sighed softly. "Sleep is nice," He mumbled, trying to persuade Providence. "I have a deal, I'll sleep if you sleep."
"But.." Providence looked around them anxiously. "Who's going to look after you if I'm asleep? I need to keep you safe." He insisted.
"No one can do anything to us here. If anyone wants to see us, they'd have to check in and I would have to let them in," Kelton explained. "And if it's not someone I know, there's no way in hell I'm letting them in."
"Rules can be broken, Kelton." Providence replied uncertainly. "I almost lost you once, I'm not letting it happen again."
"Fine, fine, I'll sleep," Kelton replied, kissing Providence's forehead before laying back down. "Don't over stress yourself."
"I won't over stress myself. Have a good sleep." Providence said quietly, stroking his hair gently and feeling himself calm down a little.
Kelton smiled a bit before closing his eyes and sighing softly, falling asleep in seconds. He was still worried about Providence, but he had barely gotten any sleep and it was usually fitful and never peaceful.
Providence watched him sleeping for a while, growing a little restless while waiting for Kelton to wake up. He wasn't used to sitting still for so long, usually having a lot to do. He thought about home for a while and what his parents were doing. Is Axle safe? He wondered, frowning a little.
Kelton slept peacefully, also looking peaceful as he slept. For once, he wasn't having nightmares or thinking about his past.
(I don't know what to write, considering Kelton is sleeping, so should we skip or something?)
(yeah we can skip. Do you have any ideas for what should happen?)
(No, not really, do you?)
(hmm maybe they could live peacefully for a while and then Prov could get taken by his parents and kelton could follow somehow?)
(Sounds good! Can you start?)
(yup just give me a second
school ahhhhh)
Providence was on edge, his hands clasped tightly in his lap as he looked down at his breakfast. He could feel something, something bad. Something was wrong and he couldn't put his finger on it. He looked up out the window, watching for something that wasn't there. Any minute..any second..
Kelton glanced at Providence when he realized how uneasy he looked. "You okay?" He asked, walking over to Providence and sitting down beside him. "You look uneasy, something on your mind?"
Providence looked up at him sadly and pulled Kelton into his arms. “They’re coming soon..” he murmured, holding him as close as he could.
"Who is, love?" Kelton asked gently, a bit surprised when he pulled him into his arms. "Your brother? Your parents?"
“Don’t know yet..” Providence said, trembling slightly. “Someone strong enough to take me back..” He buried his face in Kelton’s neck. “Promise me you won’t come looking for me.”
"I can't," Kelton muttered. "I'm not letting you go, not after what's already happened." He hugged him tighter, trying his best to comfort him.
Providence shook his head. "Please..you have to.." He replied quietly, picking up Kelton and carrying him into his room. "Stay here, just until I'm gone." He said, his eyes blurry with tears as he started backing out of the room. "I'll be okay. I'll come find you someday."
A strong wind suddenly whipped through the apartment, affecting only Providence and blowing him back towards the hallway. "I love you.." He whispered, bracing himself against the wall as two figures began to take shape before him.
Kelton got up the moment Providence had let go of him, walking over to him while looking pissed as hell, glaring at the figures. "Providence, no, stop. Please."
Providence felt and looked more scared than he had been in his entire life. He was trembling from head to toe, staring up at the slowly appearing figures. He glanced back once at Kelton and shook his head once. "They'll kill you.." He whispered, seconds before the figures became fully formed. The man was much taller than Providence, looking down at his son with a stern glare. The women next to him was slightly shorter but still stood tall and powerful, looking around with a distaste for the apartment. "Disgusting.." She muttered as her eyes landed on Kelton.
Kelton smiled sarcastically. "Thanks, I get that a lot," He replied to the lady, who he guessed was Providence's mother. He looked at Providence's parents. "Why are you both here?" He asked, crossing his arms as he kept glaring at them. He wasn't going to let them take him away, not now, not ever.
"Why do you think you have the right to demand answers from me?" She glared at Kelton, her hair rippling slightly in the breeze still accompanying them.
The man took Providence by the shoulders, making the smaller boy immediately straighten up. He surveyed Providence for a moment before waving his fingers lazily over his body. All of his various scars and cuts healed instantly and his clothes shifted into a crystal white suit. "So young..naive." His father murmured, smoothing his son's hair down. "You'll be lucky if we let you out of our sight for one second."
"Don't hurt him.." Providence pleaded quietly, staring down at his feet.
