A/N: Bentley and Alcor go visit people in another country.
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He
woke from the fuzzy nightmare, half-aware of the way it had cut out halfway
through, sticking to his subconscious before being sucked away. Usually, he
fell back asleep after the sensation, but this time he peered up at Alcor with
sleep-narrowed eyes.Alcor’s
face, shadowed and lit blue by Bentley’s small collection of glowing figurines
clustered on a small table by his bed, was slack in surprise. Bentley couldn’t
help but notice the bags under the other’s eyes, despite the fact that his dad
had started giving Alcor small snacks in exchange for eating Bentley’s
nightmares (the thought still made him cringe, still made him think of nothing
and the question of existence and Philosophy would never, ever be a good
subject for him).“That
taste was…different,” Alcor said. He floated upright so that he wasn’t hanging
over Bentley’s body in such a creepy way. Bentley sat up, rubbed his eyes, and
then looked over at the clock: 4:58. Well, at least it was Saturday.
Bentley grunted. Even though
Alcor had been helpful to the point of hurting himself, Bentley still wasn’t
sure. He was around less, and he was more subdued than he had been in the past,
but that didn’t mean that Bentley could unsee the demon behind Alcor.“…What
was it about?” Alcor asked. He’d never asked before; Bentley thought that
somehow he’d just known. He began to wonder if maybe Alcor had been afraid to
ask.No.
That couldn’t be it. Alcor had to have known.
To Try, 3/?
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