Wild And Wicked + Dearest You Said (Season 2)
No Asking For Atlas Shirt
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
*Hear door smacking voice*
Rhysand Alf (O)
Id...open th..the door. *Crying*
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
Rhysand stay in there please. Its better for both of us.
Cadmus Draven(A)(55 years old)
*Hear his crying voice* What happened to Rhysand..?
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
Lucien said to give him one dose in every month.
Cadmus Draven(A)(55 years old)
Give him Atlas shirt.
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
Will it help..?
Cadmus Draven(A)(55 years old)
Its the only thing which helps us.
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
*Open the wardrobe* *Take outs Atlas shirt*
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
*Goes towards Rhysand room*
Idris slowly opens the door and throw his shirt inside
Rhysand Alf (O)
*Smell his shirt*
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
This will help little Rhysand. *Smiles*
Rhysand Alf (O)
At..Atlas. *Looking around the room*
Rhysand lays down on the bed
Rhysand Alf (O)
It...its hurt..hurting a l..lot..Atl...Atlas. *Crying while sniffing his shirt*
They didn't hear any voice from inside
Cadmus Draven(A)(55 years old)
See,
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
It really worked.
They both goes in his room
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
*See him sleeping*
Cadmus Draven(A)(55 years old)
How much longer, it will be like this..?
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
*Sit beside him* *Brush hand through hair*
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
Let's support him. Even though, he is a Retired Captain of Crime Investigation.
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
He's still our small Rhysand from university.
Cadmus Draven(A)(55 years old)
He thinks no one love him. I die on him. *Smiles*
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
*Chuckles*
Rhysand Alf (O)
*Open eyes* *See both of them* *Suddenly sits*
Rhysand Alf (O)
I..I didn't disturb you guys. *Worried*
Cadmus Draven(A)(55 years old)
Not at all, we were just looking at you that how cute our Rhysand is.
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
*Smiles*
Idris Johns(A)(54 years old)
Get up, take shower and I'll prepare dinner for you.
Rhysand Alf (O)
*Notice his shirt* *Eyes wide open*
Rhysand throw his shirt down in anger saying
Rhysand Alf (O)
I ag..again. No Rhysand, you will not stay on him. You will move on. No asking for Atlas shirt. *Gets up and runs in washroom*
After taking shower, Rhysand goes down
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