arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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32 - you drew stars around my scars

the cold air stung at his skin as he awoke, the warm lights bathed the room in that yellowish glow usually acquainted with warmth. but that was not the case. he stretched out in his sheets, hissing in pain as the stings spread over his hips. his limbs like cardboard as he pulled back the cold rown sheets. the hem of his t-shirt had risen as he had tossed and turned. blackish red marks grazed his skin. sharp cuts seeping into his pale skin, ill looking skin burning with cold. when the door rattled, peter looked over to the other boys head. finding it empty. shit. a rush of air drifted into the room. xavier thorpe stood in the doorway. hair slung over his face. dark eyebags lumating against his eyes.

"you're awake." he cried, rushing over to the boy'sed as quickly as he could. in his hand he held a warm boiling cup, the steam drifting up visible in the frozen room. he placed the cup on the boys bedside tale before picking up the med kit he had on the chair. xavier had waited for him to wake up. xaiver pulled back the sheets. the marks a lot worse then he had expected. the women's nails had scrapped deep into his hips. they looked almost like stretch marks. his skin was dirted and coated in blood even after he rested. he sighed softly as he looked up at peter. who was blankly staring at him, not understanding anything that was going on right now. why was he pretending to care? a cut also rested on peter’s cheek. just below his eye, dangerously close.

"may i?" xavier questions softly motioning to the cuts on his hips, peter found himself subconsciously nodding. even if he didn't want xavie's pity. he was soft which his movements, like he was scared to hurt the injured boy. he started with a wet rage, which was definitely just one of his shirts he used for painting. one of xavier's hands rest on peter chest, lifting the blue shirt up so it wouldn't cover the injury. he could only watch intently as he wiped away the red. wet and dry blood being wiped away.

"what happened?" he interrogated, peter shook his head softly. word unable to sound. he had never felt so peaceful as he did right now. his green eyes were blurry and gentle,even though his face twisted in hut he fet so relaxed. xavier's warm hands brushing over the cold skin. xavier felt sick to his stomach as he cleaned the boy, it was truly a gruesome sight.

"i was attacked, y a lamia. i tried as hard as i could, i had to do it." peter spoke after a moment or few of pure silence. xavier continues his work in the moment of quiet.

"what did you do?" xavier asked, green eyes meeting green. so similar yet so different. and he watched as peter reached for the string of pearls dangling over his desk. xavier watched as the green colour lifted away and the pearls shrivelled. dead. and he held his breath. he didn't even know peter's power strung that far. maybe it only works out of fear? and he nodded.

"why did you say that?" peter questioned as he twitched in pain, the needle poking into his skin. xavier tending to the larger gashes on his skin. too scared to take him to the infirmary, again. somewhere peter seemed to find himself far too often this term. but xavier knew what the boy was referring to. the words that haunted him. the regret and guilt had settled deep into his stomach.

"my father." is all he mumbled. and peter nearly scoffed.

"you're gonna keep using him as an excuse for your shitty actions?" peter asked and xavier breathed hard. he knew he was right, but he didn't know vincent thorpe. if vincect thorpe knew that his sueless excuse of a son was a fag. vincent hated his son, everyone knew. absolutely hated the ground he walked on. vincent never wanted a son. never. only having him as a line to continue. but poor xavier son didn't know that his father. wasn't all that he seemed. xavier didn't know how vincent felt about his roommate back in his own nevermore days. he treated as if he was his son at all. a burden on his life. something peter could unfortunately relate to.

"there's not enough words to explain how sorry i am." xavier told him. and another moment of silence passed once more. xavier dropping his gaze back down to the bruised and burning hips.

"you know you're very pretty." peter felt himself speak, the words unfamiliar to his mind. words he knew he meant but not he wanted to say. xavier ignored the burning red colour growing up his neck.

"you're sick peter." he whispered, the corner of his lip turned up slightly. as he finished his work on the boys hips. the metallic scent lingered in the air, the smell making him dizzy. he rushed the wet rag to the bathroom. filling the sink up with water and their lemon hand soap. letting it soak as he head back out to find peter still laid there. shirt risen up his body, his hips looked miles better but the cuts still looked raw and red. contrasting againsting the pale skin. snd he found himself sitting back in the desk chair he pulled to the side of peter's bed. peter reached out to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. looking up at xavier so softly. his lips parted and pink, chapped yet so pretty. and he found himself leaning closer. the chocolate scent is growing stronger. their lips mere millimetres apart when xavier pulled back. picking the hot chocolate up. a single pink straw surrounded by marshmallows.

"can you draw something for me?" peter questioned softly. and xavier could only nod. pulling a ballpoint pen from the cup of pens on peter's desk. he started by drawing stars on the boy's fingers. before he came up with an idea. a song he heard bianca play once while they hung out when they were dating. he moved the pen to peter's wrists. faint scars littering the pretty skin, and he found himself drawing stars around the boy's scars. the night sky drew in ink on pale skin.