killingsoftly | For Warren and Aislinn

For Warren and Aislinn

He'd had enough. Enough of Warren feeling guilty. Enough of Aislinn's tears and clinging. Enough of Warren's fear. Enough of Aislinn's fear.

There really wasn't anything more unpleasant than being caught between one's lover and one's mother, especially when both of them needed taking care of and you weren't really the taking care of people type. Byron...could deal on his own for now. He had other people to watch over him, Doc, the blonde girl, him--the Sorcerer, but who watched over Aislinn or Warren but Devin?

Watching over Aislinn was habit by now. Danu knew someone had to. It had been easier when he could trust Byron to do it, but that hadn't been the case for a while now, so. He convinced her to come to the hotel they were staying in while Warren had run out to pick them up some more snacks. She was quieter, more subdued than she had been, and it occurred to him he hadn't seen her for a couple of days. He could occasionally go months without seeing her (and more than once, years), but lately she'd been clinging to him and unwilling to go very far.

"Where've you been?"

She shrugged, curling up on the end of the sofa.

"Are you all right?"

A nod.

"Eating?"

Another shrug. "I went to a poetry reading last night."

"Haven't you got anyone regular?"

"He died."

Oh. Well, that explained some of it. She tended to be mopey for a while when one of her artists shuffled off the mortal coil.

"You could go to..."

"No." She looked up sharply. "He doesn't want me and I won't go where I'm not wanted."

It was such a familiar sentiment that there wasn't anything he could do but settle next to her and wrap his arms around her loosely, snuggling up. She leaned her head on his shoulder, hand over his heart.

"Want me to sing?" he offered softly. If she wasn't eating...well. He'd had some very successful gigs the last month. He was fine.

She bit her lip, then nodded a little. He had a gig later that night. He could recharge then. He smiled a little and kissed her forehead, then sang to her softly until Warren came back, letting her take what she needed.

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Warren glanced over into the described eyes, smiling softly. And blushing, because he knew it was written all over his face and couldn't help it.

"Oh."

Aislinn looked more amused, and relaxed some about the boy's care for Devin. Devin looked back, just as besotted, which delighted her more than anything.

"I should go..."

Warren kind of mumbled 'you sure?' because, really. As he snuggled up against Devin again he was a little more embarrassedly aware of her presence.

If the delight was tinged with a bit of sadness, she hid it well, even from Devin.

"Of course..."

She kissed Devin's cheek and gave Warren a sweet smile, disentangling from her son's arms, and completely ignoring the somewhat worried look he gave her.

He squeezed her hand gently, smiling a little shyly back. Hopefully they'd gone at least sort of a ways towards fixing things?

She smiled back, before gently reclaiming her hand and then she was gone.

Devin was still frowning a bit, but he wrapped his now free arm around Warren, snuggling down.

Fingertips stroked gently over his side as he looked up at him. "What's up?"

Devin shook his head a little, smiling slightly. "I'm not sure..."

"Oh..." Warren sat up a little. "Nothing bad, right?"

"She's just...off a bit..."

Warren frowned a little, sitting up some more, one hand rubbing over his shoulder.

Devin shrugged. "It's probably nothing."

"Hope so." Warren leaned in, kissed his cheek. Smiled slightly. "At least things are a little better?"

Devin smiled and kissed him. "Yeah, they are."

"Cool." Warren smiled as he kissed him back. Then kissed him again, more lingering.

Devin smiled a little, shifting to sink into the kiss, slide his focus to that.

Warren smiled a little over the kiss, arm sliding around his waist, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek, stroke softly over skin.

Devin let him take the lead, shifting a little to slide partially under him and kiss him back just as soft.

Warren curled a little more around him, shifting to cradle him in his arms, against his body. He kissed him and made it long, made it warm and intense without deepening it much.

Devin sighed, leaning into him, holding on tight to him and returning the kiss.

Fingertips traced down his cheek, through his hair and down his neck again. One arm stayed tight around his waist, holding him close to him, firm and solid. His turn to hold him. To kiss it better.

Devin couldn't have said absolutely what was wrong, but he appreciated the closeness soothing away the worry. Possibly it was just a residual from the strain of making sure they were both okay, just left over from the past few days. But even if Aislinn and Warren were okay, the original stress of Aislinn and Byron's separation was still there.

Kisses turned to nuzzling, one hand cupping his cheek and nuzzling softly at the curve of his jaw. Nothing sexual, well, nothing too sexual yet.

Something had shifted inside, had changed from needing to fix Aislinn and Byron like his own, to being upset that Devin was upset about it, and kind of worried for two people he liked, but nothing overwhelming. Nothing monumental.

Which was probably a good thing. Meant he could be there for Devin. Hold Devin, get him through it.

Which, he thought with a flash of guilt, he should have been concentrating on in the first place.

Devin let his head fall back a bit, letting the soft touches warm things, drive back the aching cold. He brushed fingers up and down Warren's side, teasing over him a little even if it wasn't with his usual focused intent.

Warren smiled. Nipped gently along his neck, though not with any real intention. Nuzzled at his shoulder, then hugged him tightly, stroking his hair.

"Love you..." he murmured.

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