I rescued a snow angel and regretted it ever since [trace, trevor]

by **Tora** Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:11 pm

Well this was frankly embarrassing. Not that he was even conscious to realize it was embarrassing but he sure as hell would’ve if he was. Without the coat and hoodie he definitely been worse off but he’s still going to freeze to death at this rate, 3 inches of snow he’s lying in and the sky is just screaming for freezing rain later.

Muggers wouldn’t be a problem ok, he can totally take on the average couple of petty thief/drug addict on his own. Provided though he wasn’t out one arm (broken) and wasn’t bruised to hell (some guy had fallen out a window). So he got his ass kicked, robbed of 20 credits and all the painkillers he had bought at the drugstore (ironic). He knew that some thought he had a pretty looking face for some reason but he’d also like to know what part of that also apparently awakened some inner sadism in other people to kick him around more than necessary. The kicking him in the stomach part until he blacked out was totally unnecessary, especially the part where they threw him into a back alley which made it harder for anyone to actually find him.

Well at least he’d most likely be dead before he could wake up and feel that every part of his body was an icicle.

by **Trace** Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:13 am

It wasn't every day that Trace found boys lying unconscious in back alleys. And so it stands to reason that it wasn't every day that he found boys lying unconscious in three inches of snow in back alleys. Especially ones with strange hair color and covered in bruises. Or broken limbs. And it definitely wasn't every day one of those boys seemed to have been robbed of all his cash either. Today was, therefore, most certainly not a regular day (though how regular he could call his usual days was debatable).

The first step was to get him out of the snow (which was harder than it sounded because of his broken arm and the soft snow that clung to his entire front side).

Once that was done, the next step was to figure out exactly what the hell he was supposed to do with him. Trace sure as hell wasn't taking him back to his place. It'd probably be faster to take him to the moon than all the way back there. Besides, he had no clue how long this guy had been lying there (and he definitely didn't want to wait and see). He had some leftover money from some of the odd jobs he'd taken, and there'd be a hotel somewhere in the area for sure, so even though it would cost him, it looked like it would be unavoidable.

So in the end, Trace ended up paying for twin beds for a night at the nearest local hotel, sitting cross-legged on his bed and waiting for this stranger (now wrapped in layer after layer of blankets) to wake up.

by **Tora** Mon Dec 10, 2012 5:23 pm

Ok first realization that comes to him when his eyes flutter open. He’s not dead. Also he’s uncomfortably warm and damp and something heavy is on hi. He’s not sure if he should necessarily be happy he’s alive considering he doesn’t have a clue where the hell he is at first glance and his arm is throbbing painfully along with the rest of his body. Unsure what situation he’s in or if he’s even able to lift whatever is on top of him off he settles to turn his head to the side and look at his savior/captor/other.

He was a young looking guy which didn’t give him any hope but it looked like he had been waiting for Trevor to wake up. The mysterious young stranger was cross-legged on a bed which means he must be on a couch or another bed and if it was the latter he was probably in a hotel. Well that one question down out of the three questions you always ask when waking up in strange places. So question number two, “Who’re you?”

by **Trace** Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:17 pm

It was a long, long time before the topmost blanket's pattern of rising and falling was broken as the boy stirred in his sheets. It's a good few moments before the boy turned to him with those harbinger's eyes of his, and then again a few before he voiced his question. None of this came a shock to Trace, who hadn't moved an inch since the boy had woken, and who was very aware of the boy's status as a harbinger.

There was no way he was going to leave anything up to chance, especially if this guy was dangerous. For all he knew, this harbinger was listed on the Wanted Bulletin for crimes against the city. As such, Trace made sure to take some necessary (if somewhat excessive) precautions.

The mound of blankets the boy was wrapped in functioned both to keep the boy warm and, if he turned out to be dangerous in fact, give him pause enough for Trace to be prepared. He was wrapped up nice and toasty in five or six blankets, and by Trace's calculations would have to pause to extricate himself just long enough for Trace to jump in and be able to strike the first blow.

But hopefully it won't come to that.

"Nice to see you're awake. I'm Trace."

by **Tora** Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:52 pm

Well that was easier than he thought. Although Trace was definitely a nickname and possibly a gang affiliation in which case would probably be a bad thing. And to preserve some dignity since now he realized this position of talking probably looked ridiculous he took a few more moments to untangle himself clumsily from the blankets while simultaneously trying to push himself into a sitting position with one arm. Difficult to say the least but he managed somehow. Now time for the third questions.

“Why’d you help me?” Now looking at him not from a weird angle and with a slightly clearer head he could tell the other was a harbinger, though the pale blue could’ve passed for normal easier than his own eyes. Despite any possible harbinger kinsman ship he was still plenty suspicious. Trace had no intention of attacking it seemed with the plethora of opportunities he had beforehand, so what other reason? Trevor had remarkably good fortune with certain individuals helping him out lately but that still isn’t enough to make him drop his guard.

by **Trace** Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:54 am

Since there weren't ear drum-shattering sonic waves or flame breath coming from the boy's direction in response to that answer, Trace figured he was harmless enough. Well, that and the boy's not-so-graceful attempts at disentangling himself from the mound of blankets. It was (quite reasonably, in his opinion) hard to consider the boy a threat when he was trying to fight his way out. Especially when he was bruised like beaten banana (Trace chuckled to himself at that mental image) and only in possession of one properly working arm. Yeah, it looked like everything was a-ok and all of Trace's preparatory plans were for nothing. But it was always good to be prepared, so even if he was cheated out of some action he at least knew he'd have kicked some major ass if it was necessary.

"Well, I figured that it's not every day I find people who fell asleep snoozing in the snow. You looked like a goner -- and besides, it looked like you were fighting the snow to try and make a snow angel -- and the snow was winning."

Of course, he wasn't being entirely serious, but then when was he? Only that was a trick question because he was always serious. Or actually. His own endlessly cyclical nature was not a subject for right then and there. What was an apt subject for the time being was what the kid was doing there and where to go from there. Though babysitting was fun, he had places to be and things to do. Namely wandering, but hey. It's what he lived for.

by **Tora** Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:56 pm

Oh god it’s another smart aleck. It’s not like he hated that type of person who was sarcastic with everything and had that roundabout way of talking, hell he’s dating that type, it was just a lot harder to figure those types out and he’s sore and really not in the mood for games.

“I wasn’t sleeping, I got jumped.” And he wasn’t proud to say it, even with every valid reason to have had his butt handed to him on a platter it still wounded his pride. Injury to insult by tossing him into the gutter. Annnnd it just hit him that they were in a hotel which meant the guy –Trace- had probably paid for a night for 2. It was nice and all, dragging him here instead of some abandoned building and leaving him to hopefully wake up, but still he hated being in people’s debt.

“…Thanks but if you have a phone I have someone who’ll take me off your hands…” he left his cell at the clinic which was probably a good thing considering those thugs would’ve stolen that as well; right now he was just basically bothering Hoss and hated doing that as well but the guy would kick his ass if he didn’t at least tell him what happened.

by **Trace** Sat Dec 15, 2012 10:19 am

Trace smirked a little at the boy's response. Mentioning it like that must be wounding his pride. Like a lion with a thorn in it's paw, he thought. He figured it'd be easier for the guy if he got out of his hair as soon as possible. The faster Mr. Snow Angel forgot about Trace and this whole incident, the better.

As if on cue, Mr. Snow Angel asked if he could use Trace's phone. It took Trace a split second to realize that, yes, phones were for calling people. The whole notion of calling people was kinda strange for him. His phone could do just about everything except serve him an ice-cold drink on a hot day. But he just never needed it's calling function. Hell, the only time he texted was when his uncle was coming over, or that one time he had to deliver that package safely. So it was no surprise he had only six numbers in his directory. His parents, unnamed for reasons he'd not like to think about, his uncle, that boy from the delivery, and Smoky -- he went by Hoss, right? -- too.

Trace pulled out his phone and quickly pulled up the dial pad, before hopping off the bed and walking over to the boy. He handed the phone to him before moving back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"No problem."

by **Tora** Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:57 am

Good, he had a phone at least. Though who didn’t in this day in age? And he could’ve always just walked to the front desk or something since every hotel had a phone. Although Trace’s was way more technologically advanced than anything he was used to but he’d already opened the dialing screen to save him the trouble of embarrassing himself. Thank god he only had like 4 numbers in his own phone that needed memorizing.

Punch in the number and wait… unfortunately he only got the answering machine. “Hoss? It’s Trev, I kinda got jumped earlier so can you help me back to my place maybe?” Well that was enough information to get the point across at least even if he didn’t mention where he was or who he was with. Speaking of that he really had no clue where this place was, yeah it’s a hotel but there’s loads of those so actual location was unknown. He handed the phone back to Trace.

“Sorry, I guess you’ll have to wait just a little longer…” How often does Hoss check his messages anyways? Hopefully often.

by **Trace** Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:24 pm

Trace watched silently as this guy punched in the number and waited for his friend -- significant other?? -- to pick up. After a few rings, it didn't look like whoever he'd called was picking up, so Mr. Snow Angel decided to leave a message. Trace looked down and played with his gloves absently, trying to give this guy some space. That way he could leave his message in peace, and Trace wouldn't have to feel like some eavesdropper--

"Hoss?--"

Trace's head snapped up at the name, caught completely off guard. Hoss? As in, that Hoss? If that was the case, then this guy knew Hoss, and well enough that they knew where each other lived. And, well, he was this guy's first choice to escort him home. Which meant that -- What did it mean? Trace wasn't sure at all. The cogs in his brain were whirring at a mile per minute, and yet he had no clue what for. But if he put two and two together, then that meant his previous suspicion might be right.

Trevor passed back the phone.

Trace almost couldn't bear to check and see if the Hoss he'd been talking to and his Hoss -- Not like that! -- were the same. But he did. And they were.

"I didn't know you knew Hoss."

by **Tora** Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:39 pm

“…I didn’t know you knew him either.” Well ain’t it a small world after all. Of course if he thought about it, neither of them had really talked about either of their friends so it goes to show he’s just a tad surprised. Judging from Trace’s personality he could definitely imagine them being close friends but… there was just a strange little catch in the other’s voice that confused him a little. Not sure what it was exactly but enough to make him suspicious… though suspicious of what he couldn’t say.

A thousand and one theories were running through his head right now, the majority extremely unlikely and some he didn’t want to consider. Well if they knew the same person that was good right? “Is it a problem?” Because it just might be, people were really weird and unpredictable sometimes and maybe Hoss owed this kid money or something or held some grudge and that’s what his little change in tone at the mention of Hoss had brought. He shifted on the bed a little to better face him, trying to discern what their relationship was judging by his face.

by **Trace** Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:51 pm

Well. That was certainly something. Small world, huh? Only that didn't really seem so funny at the moment. Trace wasn't really sure what to say in response. This whole situation just got ten times weirder. He rescued this guy from frostbite and hypothermia only to find out he was tight with Hoss. But, what was he supposed to say? Oh, yeah, we got into an argument while doing odd jobs and then met again while on a mission and I sort of owe him one? It wasn't even like they really knew each other that well anyways. Not like he and this guy did, at least.

And then came the next question.

Trace scratched his head sheepishly. "No, of course not!" There was nothing the matter with that. It was always good to have someone you could count on when you're in a fix, right? And Hoss was a real dependable guy at the end of the day, regardless of the airs he put on sometimes. So yeah, good for this guy. He had good taste in comrades. Trace would give him that.

by **Tora** Sat Dec 15, 2012 1:27 pm

Well in actuality before they started dating, Trace had probably known Hoss better than he did. A couple hours’ worth of encounters and a few adrenaline heated moments and BAM. Boyfriends. Trevor could breathe a little easier now though; so there’s no problem with the fact he’s familiar with Hoss. The ease was a subtle shift you could barely see with his deadpan face but still there.

“Are you his friend then?” Might as well make small talk while they wait for some sign the other had gotten his message. Plus he was a bit curious, he had no clue how Hoss acts around others, and technically he still didn’t know him 100%. It’d be nice to glean a little information from an outsider’s perspective. He didn’t know that trace and Hoss didn’t know each other that well, and the suspicion that Trace might have a thing for his boyfriend didn’t cross his mind at all. The same fact that he never clarified that he and Hoss were a thing was probably torturing the other dude.

by **Trace** Sat Dec 15, 2012 1:46 pm

Trace wasn't too sure how to answer that. Were they friends? What even constituted as friends? One of life's many mysteries, or so he thought. That wasn't really even a question he asked himself too often. Besides, it wasn't like he spent all day every day thinking about how to categorize his and Hoss' relationship. They'd started out on bad terms, but by the end of their first meeting they'd both sort of... come to some kind of mutual, unspoken understanding? Yeah, that was the best way to put it. And as much as he wouldn't like to admit it, Hoss was probably the person he was closest to, but only because he didn't really socialize much.

He chuckled to himself sheepishly once again.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that..."

Then he took the opportunity to probe the other for answers too.

"And you?"

by **Tora** Sat Dec 15, 2012 2:14 pm

Friends then, that was good. He took a long time to answer though, but surprisingly the cocky attitude earlier had disappeared a bit, replying quite shyly. It was almost cute, and realizing now that Trace looked significantly younger than himself. Somewhere in the teens range, it made him feel a little old to be honest.

"And you?"

“Ah…. H-he’s my… f- friend…” Even without the remarkable convincing performance his body language screamed the opposite of his statement. Eyes moving off to the side and a blush creeping up his neck. Why can’t he just say ‘he’s my boyfriend’ or ‘we’re dating’? Because those words are way too fucking embarrassing to say even in his head, he wasn’t even sure that he was allowed to use the first term since they hadn’t been going out for long, haven’t done much except k-kiss a little and Hoss had yet to use that word either. Anyways, things just got about 10 times more awkward and since his own brain was having a possibly frostbite induced meltdown, he didn’t notice Trace’s reaction either.

by **Trace** Sat Dec 15, 2012 2:49 pm

And just like that, all his sneaking suspicions turned out to be right.

Trace just watched, his mouth slightly agape, as this guy -- Trev? -- stumbled through a laughable attempt trying to tell Trace they were just friends, as he turned away and refused to meet his eyes, as a faint blush began to creep up his neck, clearly visible against his pale skin. This guy and Hoss were together/. Wow. Silence settles in the room, weighing everything down with an air of finality.

"Well, in that case, you don't have to worry about the hassle of getting all the way to your place."

He laughed to himself quietly.

"This two bed room is all yours until morning, so the two of you can just settle down and enjoy yourselves."

He got up off the bed and moved around to the other side, reaching down to pick up the stuff he left on the floor. Just his backpack and a few bottles of water. He lifted the bag onto the bed and unzipped it, tossing the bottles inside before rummaging inside for something (kind of counterproductive, but whatever). He spent a good minute groping inside with his hand before giving up and zipping the bag once again. He looked up at Trev, smiling faintly.

"I should probably skedaddle, you know? You seem fine, so I'll leave you in your boyfriend's hands."

Boyfriend. Wow. Such a strange word.

by **Tora** Sat Dec 15, 2012 3:46 pm

At just like that the atmosphere changed dramatically again. Trace was making a show of smiling but his tone and body language were all tense, what had he said something wrong? Was the guy a homophobe or something? Though that would make no sense since he knew Hoss who flirted with everyone.

He blushed harder at the implication and for some reason felt guilty like it was he was forcing race to leave. “I-I’m not just going to freeload when you paid for the room… a-and… Hoss hasn’t called back yet either…” Not worded well at all but it should’ve gotten the point across. He was never good with words but it was true that he’d need Trace’s phone for Hoss to call back, he’s not just going to let some guy save him and pay for a hotel room only to feel like he kicked him out. And lastly, disregarding whether he and Hoss would or would not do anything alone in a hotel room was irrelevant because he could barely move with his injuries.

by **Trace** Sat Dec 15, 2012 4:14 pm

Trace listened to Trev's reply, biting his lip just a little. He felt bad just abandoning him like this. Though the room was already paid for anyways (and he had his own place, regardless), the second part was still true. Hoss hadn't called back yet, and it might be a while till he did decide to free himself of whatever he happened to be doing. So that could mean hours of waiting in here. With Trev. Just awkwardly sitting around and trying not to broach any sore or tender subjects.

"No, no. The room's already yours and paid for. But you're right..."

He dumped his bag unceremoniously on the ground again and climbed atop his bed, checking the time on his phone. Not too late, all things considered. There were benefits to living alone, he mused to himself. Lots of them, actually. But then he realized the time and that this guy -- Trev, he reminded himself -- had probably not eaten in a long time. Which brought to light the fact that he had no clue really when he was first left in the snow. He turned to the other.

"Hungry?"

by **Tora** Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:29 pm

Well he got him to stay at least. But yeah there really wasn’t much to do besides awkwardly sit there waiting for a phone call; Trevor still confused to what he said to make the other so skittish.

“Ah, no. I’m fine.” It’d only mean that Trace would have to spend more money on him and the thought of eating and moving his stomach muscles as a result was enough to deter the prospect.

What now. Maybe he just has a secret talent for killing conversations and making things awkward- scratch that- he totally has a talent for that no question. He tried to stand up off the bed to… he didn’t even know, pace around the room or something, test that he’d be able to support his weight when Hoss came to walk him home. That failed miserably as soon as he got his arm behind him and creating a firm support to push the rest of him up, soon as a muscle moved in his torso he had to sit right back down again. Well fuck.

“I promise I’ll pay you back for all this…” Don’t know when or how, but he’d do it.

by **Trace** Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:32 am

And so it seemed that Trev would not be taking the opportunity to grab a bite to eat. Not that Trace had expected him to, because in the short time that he'd known him, he just didn't seem like the type of person to accept help from strangers too easily. And that would only naturally extend to strangers who rescued you and paid for your stay at a hotel too. Maybe even them especially.

"Okay, but only if you're sure."

Poor guy. It must really be hard for him, given his nature (though of course at this point Trace was only extrapolating from what he'd seen thus far) to accept all of this help. And then there was the whole thing with Hoss, which had made the whole room suddenly tense and awkward (though the reason why was probably a mystery to him). All in all, this was just a really undesirable situation for the harbinger, and Trace pitied him for it. Good thing he'd soon have someone to take him off of his hands. Hoss.

"Oh, no. I could never let you do that. Besides, that'd cancel out the karma points I'm racking up today."

by **Tora** Sun Dec 30, 2012 1:48 am

Actually he was just pretty bad at accepting help from anyone. There’s a multitude of reasons why, the typical “because help just means they want something in return” being one of them. That was minor compared to his just overwhelming sense of guilt for bothering someone because he’s so fucking not worth your time or anything. If only Trace knew, because he was oh so very right and Trevor has had to accept a lot of help lately and other things he definitely didn’t feel he deserved deep down.

His face deepened into a even more grumpier look, “Then your karma will just have to handle me repaying you.” And that should be the end of the matter. Absolutely no way is Trace going to convince him otherwise.

And also Trevor’s mind was still trying to figure out why the atmosphere had changed so dramtically because of a mention of Hoss. He was starting to put it down that maybe Trace just didn’t like his friend being burdened with such a useless person as himself.

by **Trace** Tue Jan 01, 2013 1:02 am

This boy was a real piece of work. As in, he was incredibly stubborn, to a fault almost. Wasn't the first time Trace had to deal with one of those types (though this guy wasn't a pain to deal with or anything), and it definitely wasn't the last time he'd have to deal with one of these types either. Suddenly dozens of proverbs and childhood sayings and all that good jazz popped into his head. It was all very nice and good and stereotypical and perfectly wonderful garbage. Like a lot of things that happened to pop into his head at different times.

But yeah. Where was he? That guy -- Trev. A real piece of work.

"Hahaha, yeah. It sure does look like it."

He couldn't help but smirk a little. The guy looked so positively cross and contrary that he couldn't help himself. Jeez. He wondered a bit absently (or maybe not that absently at all) how it was that Hoss dealt with this. After all, they were just so, so different? But then, that's what worked for a lot of people, wasn't it? Though he wasn't one to really answer that question (even though it was rhetorical), because of the fact that he didn't really know many people that intimately at all, and also because he wasn't exactly an expert on relationships. At least not in practice.

Relationships.

by **Tora** Thu Jan 10, 2013 9:10 pm

It’s funny because Trevor would probably only know around 5 of those childish proverbs, and even those were half remembered being told to him years ago or read in books. Best of all he’d take those childish things seriously to heart. Not the brightest light bulb.

But yeah, the stubbornness was practically all he had to cling to during the years. It also probably got him into more trouble than it was worth but, hey, everyone has their faults. And he said he’d pay him back but well… he really didn’t know how much this place had cost either. Would the front desk people tell him? And wow that train of thought suddenly went downwards—of course Trace had to pay up front with people which means the said hotel people were seeing this guy dragging an unconscious him into a hotel room for a night. God what had they thought could possibly be going on…

Trevor’s stomach gurgled loudly. He blushed deeply, of wished he could’ve shouted at his stupid stomach to shut up. He wasn’t hungry nope nopenope.

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