[ACE] Devil's duty

[derek chandler ralston]

"Chantel, he just needs to-" Derek winced as the door across the hall slammed, and he sighed, knew he should have expected it. He closed his eyes again, too tired, and was soon sleeping in his slumped position, slowly rubbing Ace's back until he drifted off.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace fell into a sound sleep against him, holding tightly to him with the hand that wasn't holding tightly to his blankets. He slept through the night, finally waking when he heard birds chirping at the window. He whimpered, moving closer to Derek. "Shut up.."

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek groaned softly in complaint as well, shifting his weight a bit. He yawned and reached an arm up to rub at an eye before draping it over Ace again sleepily.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace kept close to him, no desire to leave the warmth of his side. He finally opened his eyes, looking over at the still open door. He yawned, sitting up and running his hands through his hair.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek shifted his weight when Ace began to move around against him, and he opened his eyes, glancing towards the door as well. He couldn't help feeling bad that he'd upset Chantel, but Ace had needed comfort so he could sleep..right?

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace yawned, carefully climbing out of bed. He pulled on his jeans, zipping the zipper carefully. He wasn't sure how Derek had ended up in his bed, and only hoped that nothing had happened. He walked down the stairs, only seeing the pirate in the living room. "May I have a drink?" He asked quietly.

"Help yourself." She said, and he walked into the kitchen.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek climbed off the bed, running a hand through his hair, and wandered into Chantel's room to pull on a pair of jeans, not bothering with his shirt. He did his best to be quiet as he left the room and wandered down the hall, aware of stiff muscles and bruises from falling down the stairs. Heading into the kitchen, he filled a glass of water, watching Ace. "Sorry I intruded.." He murmured. "You were crying last night..and holding you got you back to sleep.." He shrugged a bit.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

"It's okay." Ace said quietly, a bit shocked that he had actually held him while he slept because he was having a nightmare instead of hitting him for it. He sat down at the table, taking a drink out of his water. He rubbed at his eye, glancing up in the mirror across from the table. He could honestly say he looked better with his hair cut.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek nodded, finishing his water and filling his glass with half a beer. "You want toast for breakfast?" He questioned. "If you're hungry.." He yawned, teeth flashing, and rolled his slightly stiff shoulders as he sipped at his drink.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace shook his head. "I can't eat three meals a day.. Or a week, to be honest.. I never get to eat, so eating a lot makes me sick.." He mumbled. He watched him, guessing his shoulder was hurting. And despite him not wanting to touch him, he walked over and carefully started to massage his shoulder.

[derek chandler ralston]

"Alright, well let me know whenever you get hungry, then, until we can get you back on schedule with meals again." He glanced up from where he'd sat down in surprise, humming at the soothing feeling, and offered him an impish smile. "You don't have to do that, you know..." He breathed, eyes half closing instinctively.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace shrugged. "You're only going to be hurting more later if you don't work out the knot now.." He mumbled, had spent many nights massaging sore knees and wrists. He gently ran his hand over his shoulder before he walked back to his seat, sitting down carefully. "And besides.. I don't mind.." He said quietly.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek just smiled, getting up to go get Chantel for breakfast. "You're a good kid, Ace," He murmured, ruffling his hair as he passed and headed up the stairs, opening the door to Chantel's room.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace looked up, then propped his elbow on the table. He didn't get what was so 'good' about him, but he wasn't going to question it. He yawned, looking out the window.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek prodded Chantel gently. "Hey, breakfast," He murmured, brushing her hair back gently. He sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing her blankets out and setting her clothes there before getting up and wandering back downstairs again.