Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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Dallon stepped carefully through Ryan's hallway. Paintings (varying from framed and painted to unprotected empty canvases) were leaned against the walls, creating a very thin walk way. The shorter of the two gestured Dallon along, leading him to the living room with ease. He was like a hoarder with perfect navigation of his piece of chaos.

"Are you alright, Ryan?" Dallon asked from the doorway of the room as Ryro sat on the back of the couch rather than the seats.

The boy giggled again, as if Dallon's questions were the most amusing thing to him. "We're all mad here." He grinned, "Once Brendon's done with us. That's why Ryan left; only Ryro now."

Dallon nodded, "Ryro. Okay, do you know when Ryan will be back?"

Ryro's smile dropped and a blank expression covered his face. It was as if the boy had retreated back into his mind with the question and tilt of his head. It was an awkward moment of silence before Ryro spoke in a hushed voice, "Ryro doesn't know... We don't talk to Ryan very much... Only Ryro." His eyes flickered to Dallon with curiosity.

Dallon backed up against the wall he was closest to as Ryro cocked his head in the opposite direction it had been.

"You mentioned Brendon Urie." He said plainly.

Dallon nodded, "Y-yea. I wanted to ask yo-"

"Has he kissed you yet?" Ryro interrupted, sitting upright.

"Excuse me?" Dallon was caught off guard by the question. This guy had to be so scatter brained, this just felt so weird. Regret was really settling in for Dallon.

"Has he kissed you yet?" Ryro inquired with curiosity to his tone. He let his head drop to the side, "Did he send you?"

"N-no! He doesn't-I came-I just had questions..." Dallon tripped over his words, feeling so uncomfortable with Ryro's seemingly unblinking eyes on him. The brown haired boy kept going between easily distracted to intent focus.

Ryro burst into giggles at Dallon's words, sinking down to the couch cushions. "He has kissed you." He continued to giggle like a girl learning of her friend's secret crush, "It's in your eyes. Windows to the soul, and he's touched yours."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dallon questioned, feeling his heart accelerate with fear. "I just wanted to ask you about-"

"You're funny!" Ryro laughed, falling to his side while holding his gut. "It must be why he likes you." His feet kicked against the pillows as his giggles subsided.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Dallon exclaimed. Honestly, what the hell was he even thinking to have come into the house after the introduction at the door?

Ryro pushed himself upright on the couch before standing up. "Ryan left, now Ryro is alone." He replied, glaring at Dallon. "Brendon drove Ryan away. He'll do it to you, too."

"He's a fucking painter!" Dallon exclaimed, sliding along the wall and stumbling into the painting lined hallway. "You're nuts!"

"Nuts! Consider the coconuts!" Ryro giggled. He spun in a circle, extending his arms with a smile on his face as he looked up at the ceiling. "Peaches and limes, raindrops on roses!"

Dallon shook his head. Now he was just rambling about nonsense. It was time to go. He turned around and slowly began to make his way through the paintings.

"Where are you going?" Ryro called out from the living room with a giggle, "Brendon's gunna get yooou! No matter what!"

Dallon tripped over one of the paintings in the hall, crying out in pain as it's frame cut into his leg. Ryro's laughter filled his ears as he struggled to get back up to his feet. He finally managed to pull himself up and stumble to the door just ahead of him.

Relief flooded over Dallon as his hand grasped the door knob. He twisted it and pushed the door open as Ryro began to sing creepily behind him.

"Those watermelon smiles, just can't ripen under water..." He sang before falling into hysterical laughter, "You can't run under it either!"

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Dallon locked the door to his room, panting. He had ran the whole way home, despite the pain from his cut leg. He gasped in air as he shakily slid his hand down his leg. He cried out in pain when his fingers brushed the gash.

He held back a list of swears as he slowly made his way to his bathroom. He stripped quickly before starting the hot water and climbing in. He hissed as the pain intensified from the water beating against the wound. He sat down, letting the water simply cascade over him, hoping to get a better look at the injury.

The cut was deeper than Dallon first anticipated. It was still leaking red fluid even after the long run from where Ryan's house had been. Dallon watched the red swirl with the clear water, getting lost for it for a moment.

The swirls of color were almost hypnotic. It gave Dallon a strange feeling that he couldn't explain. He could only feel himself daze in and out of the current moment. Pretty soon, he wasn't dazing back in, and everything went black.

Dallon woke up to cold water raining down on him. He gasped, his feet sliding along the floor of the tub while his hands gripped futily at the slick walls. It took him a second to realize where he was; in his shower.

He was stiff from the position he had knocked out in, as well as however long the cold water had been hitting him, but managed to maneuver himself to turn off the icy shower.

For a few moments after the water stopped falling, all Dallon could do was shiver. He was so cold and confused and... He simply let out a shuddered breath, sinking down completely to the shower floor. It took everything he had to open the shower door and crawl himself out.

He was so cold.

He stood, rather uneasily, to his feet. He shook as he moved slowly across the room. He was able to move faster when he hit the carpet of his room, making a beeline for the bed.

Clothes weren't even considered as Dallon crawled directly into bed. He instead rolled himself up in his blankets to try and fight his shivers. He shut his eyes tightly as red and blue flashing lights zipped past his bedroom window, taking the sounds of sirens with them. Dallon only wanted to focus on two things: warmth and sleep. He wasn't sure which came first, but both seemed to happen rather quickly...