Murphy groaned, stirring in the bed whilst still naked. Where...? He looked around blearily, and his eyes fell on the nude man who took him the night before. His first instinct was to scream, or attack or- or run... but... he couldn't. This man had long, raven hair and wore an eyepatch over his left eye. His curiousity getting the better of him, Murphy reached out-
-and his wrist was grabbed in a tight grip. He shrieked, trying to pull away. The man laughed and used the grip on the convict's wrist to pull him closer, planting a kiss on the other's forehead. "And how might you be this morning?"
Murphy squirmed. "I-I... uh..."
"You weren't this shy last night. Hell, I don't think you were ever shy." Murphy blushed, trying to pull his hand free. The man before him smiled. "Come on, let's get you washed up."
Murphy was lifted from bed(his fists banged against the taller's chest) and carried to the shower. The hot spray actually felt good, though it stung his cuts. The other gently cleaned each and every wound, then washed the other's hair. The man just let him, too tired to do anything else but let the hot water hit him. Murphy leaned against the other's shoulder; his back hurt so bad from standing and the night before. He felt the other's arms envelope him him and he instinctively shied away from the touch.
Murphy looked up. "Why... are you helping me?"
"Because I love you."
Rune woke up alone, his body draped under some heavy apron. Somebody was humming as his hair was run through by gentle fingers. Rune sighed contentedly. The touch felt nice. He opened his eyes to the Butcher, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. This was... different. The man had green eyes, with a large scar in a diagonal across the bridge of his nose. He had dirty-blonde hair and scratchy stubble on his chin. Rune blushed, looking away. Butcher chuckled and kissed his forehead. "Mornin', sweetheart."
"G-good morning..." Rune felt the man holding him close. That just made Rune even more embarrassed. Butcher smirked, kissing him. Rune's breath caught, and he turned his head nervously. "Sorry..."
"Don't be. You're fine."
James stood at the windows in the living room, sipping his favourite french vanilla cappucino from a yellow cup. The kids were outside, chasing each other over one game or another. But something caught the man's eye; he went outside, ready to run and grab his kids if necessary. But he didn't expect the teenage girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail, being followed by a man who had seemed to lose a little weight and a black-haired woman in a turtleneck... .
"Look, Angela! It's true, James is back!" Laura squealed and ran up to hug him, Eddie was accosted by a tiny knight protecting Queen Eve, and Angela was invited for tea with the Queen herself. James was grinning, arms full of the excited blonde. It was like a little reunion. He had missed the tiny girl that his wife held dear; but no, she was a young woman now. She was about to turn seventeen, and she had a number of books in her bag.
But the commotion of the unexpected guests brought out two new people- James' heart dropped. The man he glimpsed attacking Valtiel the night he left. The one with a halved helm, who held a kid about, what, eighteen?
I'm sorry, for not being on much. Things just came up. I was going to add more, but eh. Sorry, for not updating. I'm planning to be updating more. School started, and I'm going to get to talk to the love of my life face to face! She's reading this, too 3 Love you, Scar! Hope you like this! About to go get a coffee.