OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

[thebiddingbaron]

WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.




On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.

On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:

To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries

Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...

Comments

auditory hallucinations already.....

[fire_punk]

"Yeah," Kevin replied, moving just into the older boy's space as he shoved the caramel in his mouth. "Guess they must have a radio somewhere."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine took a step back just retain his personal space. "It's possible?" he suggested. "What sort of music are you hearing?"

[fire_punk]

Kevin shrugged. "Just music." Music was music. He didn't know one type of music from another. He found himself smiling. "The lights are nice, too. Didn't see they were purple before."

[mediumdrip]

"Are you feeling okay?" Blaine asked, starting to feel really worried for Kevin.

[fire_punk]

Kevin grinned. "Yeah, I feel great! Better than ever, really."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine, however, still seemed concerned. "Oh... That's good?"

[fire_punk]

Kevin really was feeling better, happier, than he had since he first met Yvette. "I'm fine. Come on," he said, throwing his arms around the older boy's shoulders in a childlike hug. "These are great."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine tolerated the arm around him out of concern. Also, there was something so nice about being so close to another male. He moved a little closer and put a hand on Kevin's chest lightly. "Yeah..."

[fire_punk]

Kevin sighed contentedly. If only he could feel like this all the time. He watched a speck of shining dust by like a tiny ball of light. It darted out if his reach when he tried to catch it, prompting Kevin to laugh.

[mediumdrip]

"Kevin?" Blaine asked, pressing into him a bit. "Should we sit down?"

[fire_punk]

"Huh?" Kevin looked back at the other teen. "Okay. Sure. Let's sit down."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine guided him to the couch and kept his body close. "Still hear music?" he asked, looking up at Kevin.

[fire_punk]

"Mmhmm." Kevin nodded his head. "Still like it, too."

He played with the older boy's shirt. "Your shirt's all glowy. Like the clothes the chick upstairs makes."

[mediumdrip]

"No, it's not, but I like you touching it," Blaine admitted without really thinking about the words he was saying.

[fire_punk]

"Yeah?" Kevin asked curiously. "It's soft. Kinda like my sheets back home."

[mediumdrip]

"The sheets here are soft too."

[fire_punk]

"They're not the same, though. Those were mine. These are... They look wierd." He pouted a bit as he said that.

[mediumdrip]

"Look weird? They're sheets."

[fire_punk]

"But they're not mine," the younger boy said with a pout, practically cuddling into the Tribute. "And there's too many people here."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine liked the cuddling. He moved his body a bit to allow Kevin to touch more of him, enjoying the touch. "It's just you and me right now," he pointed out. "Am I too many people?"

[fire_punk]

"You're okay," he said, leaning against Blaine. "It's everyone else. They're crazy, scary."

He'd never admit that without the drugs. It just wasn't something he did. It wasn't safe. Yvette had taught him that early on. His hands slipped inside the older boy's shirt. As suggestive as the gesture was, there was something innocent and childish about it, as if Kevin needed to feel skin to convince himself this was actually another human.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine sucked in a breath at the touch. Even if it was innocent from Kevin, he felt his entire body heat with with desire. He shifted to let Kevin touch more of him.

"I'm glad I'm not scary," he said with slightly a breathy voice. "Scary is... scary."

[fire_punk]

Kevin let his head drop onto Blaine's shoulder. He nodded, not really saying much. He laughed at a couple candle flames dancing by the wall. He wished he had his powers back so he could bring them closer. His hand pressed against Blaine's chest. It felt warm, familiar, comfortable. Maybe like a brother would.

"I miss home," he muttered. "I was going to Vegas. Never actually got there."

[mediumdrip]

"Vegas?" Blaine asked as his hand moved to touch the side of Kevin's face. He trailed his fingers over Kevin's cheek and ear and then moved them into his hair. "Why Vegas?"

[fire_punk]

Kevin sighed happily. It felt good, like the kid cared about him. No one had since Dad died. He leaned into the touch. "It'd be fun. Hit the casinos. Maybe the clubs. It'd be safe."