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Duncan blushed. "That would be really nice," he whispered back. Duncan continued to just gently trace along Axels arm, trying to ease himself into being able to touch him. Later that evening, Duncan got all dressed up. |
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Axel nodded with a smile, just relaxing under Duncan's touch. "Then that's what we'll do later," he promised. As Duncan got ready, Axel just settled down on the bed. When he came out of the bathroom, he felt his heart skip slightly. "You look good," he noted lightly. "Now to try and have some fun," he added. |
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Duncan smiled softly. "I'll try," he chuckled. "I'll be back later," he smiled. During the gala Duncan was kind of standing in the corner alone, until another guy came up to speak with him. He was nice. The two of them wandered around for a little, eventually leaving the ballroom to walk the halls. Suddenly, Duncan was pushed into a broomcloset. Immediately panic striken, he tried to fight the guy but he was too strong. The man left once he was finished with Duncan. Duncan remained on the floor, curled up and shaking in fear. He began to cry... |
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Axel nodded with a small smile, waving slightly as Duncan slipped out of the room. He relaxed then, just drawing for a while before doing some other things to try and keep himself busy. As it got later though, he grew nervous, pacing back and forth across the room. Duncan should be back by now, right? |
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Duncan sobbed on the floor, shaking violently. He was in a sensory overload. There had been too much contact, too much noise, too much to think about and he felt so overwhelmed and hopeless. Sooner or later, Alora found him and comforted him, calming him down. Duncan told her everything and eventually, Alora helped Duncan up to his room. Duncan felt so disgusting and out of it. He needed to clean his skin, clean every part that guy had touched. He darted straight to the bathroom when they got to his room. Alora greeted Axel sadly and sat down with him, explaining what happened while Duncan scrubbed himself raw and sobbed in the bath. |
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Axel had paced the room, rushing for the door when it opened. When he saw Duncan's face, he froze looking between them. Duncan was gone before he could think ask anything, so he just turned to alora, with a rushed "what the hell happened," to her. As she explained it, his eyes widened, murmuring a soft curse. He was quiet for a moment before the rage took over, and he met aloras eyes. "Who," was all he said. Because that man was not leaving this castle alive. |
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Alora shook his head. "I don't know. Duncan wouldn't say. I don't think he ever got his name either," Alora sighed sadly. Duncan scrubbed himself a little too hard and by the time he'd gotten out of the bath every inch of his skin was bright red and irritated, some scratched up from himself and some from the guy, some already blossoming with bruises from him as well. |
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Axel nodded, taking a deep breath. "Right," he noted. "But the guy will have signs," he added, standing up and moving to the drawer where he knew there was a gun kept. He pulled it out, checking to make sure it was loaded, and then moved towards the window. "He'll be trying to leave. I can scope him from the roof," he added before slipping out the windowamd onto the roof, creeping along the shadows, fury still hot under his skin. |
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Alora shook her head. "No! Axel!" she whisper yelled, following him out the window and using her wings to fly up to the roof. "Axel, this isn't what Duncan will want. He hates any kind of violence, and will probably hate you if you go through with this," she whispered. "And you're going to get spotted, this is too out in the open anyway," Duncan peaked outside into his room, finding neither of them. He sighed sadly but walked over to his dresser and riffled through his clothes, finding long pants, a long sleeve turtleneck and extra high socks before pulling it all on. |
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Axel paused for a moment before shaking his head. "If he did it to him hes done it to others. He needs to go," he noted. Then he took a deep breath. "And if he can't accept that I've killed people then he doesn't really love me," he added. Duncan knew what he did ....so maybe he'd forgive him. He moved out of aloras sight then, perching on the roof and peering at the people milling around. The man was easy to pick out - messy hair, sweat on his shirt. He was hurrying towards his car, fumbling with his keys. Axel smiled coldly, raising the gun and aiming. The shot rang out, and then Axel was gone before the mans body even hit the ground, heading back for the window he'd come out of. |
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