St. Peter's Asylum discussion

Usually, Domonic would have to be on the third floor. But because of Cadenza's nightmares, she usually needs him several times during the night. And quickly. So, he was given the privalige of a dorm beside his patient.

And his dorm is the exact opposite of Cadenza's. The bed is hardly ever made, and other scattered objects are well, scattered about, giving the room a messy, but homey look to it.

RP here.

Domonic quickly pulled Cadenza into his dorm, shutting the door once they were safe inside his four walls of privacy. "Better, right?" He asked, lips pressing against hers.

Hardly given time to answer, a meek "yes" was managed before kiss was returned. Both hands found their way into his hair, tangling fingers into his black locks.

Cadenza's eyes were shut, and yet, despite her surroundings, she wasn't worried, or stressed, as she would be with her own room.

It was nice, she decided.

One hand pressed against one shallow cheek, the other pushing up onto her back. Even through her clothes, Domonic could feel the subtle bump of her spine. Fingers trailed down, then back up when the spine disappeared into the skin. The kiss was returned, and Domonic flicked an unsure glance towards his tousled bed.

She noticed that.

Kisses gently danced up to his ear, where she murmured, "It's up to you." Then, one kiss to each cheek, his forehead, his neck [andthenshebithisneckanddrankhisblood RAH] and then finally returning to his lips.

[ Never gets old xDDDDDDDD ]

The kiss was returned as he guided her to the edge of the bed. Each kiss to returned, trailing down her jawline, finishing at the base of her neck [andhebitherneckanddrabkherblood. RAH], then trailing back to her lips.

[XD]

Cadenza sat upon the matress, and pulled Domonic down beside her by the collar of his shirt. It wasn't long before her hads found the buttons of his shirt again.

[Um... Add a warning? XD]

[WARNING! WARNING! HORMONAL TEENAGERS IN POSTS BELOW!]

He smiled against her lips, his one hand shoved into her short hair. The other began to play with the hem of her shirt.

[XD]

A gentle, dainty hand grabbed his for a moment, and in between kisses Cadenza managed: "We'd-- better stop. We aren't-- thinking very-- straight."

"O-Kay," he replied, hiding his dissapointment quickly. The hand that had previously been playing with her shirt moved to grasp her free hand, fingers twining with hers. He kissed her once on the lips lightly, then again on her head.

Cadenza smiled slightly, and rested her head upon his shoulder.

His other arm wound around her shoulders, bringing her to his chest. "So what do you think about snow?"

"It's cold," she decided.

"Yeah, but then we can always find ways to get warm afterwards," Domonic reasoned with a small smile.

Domonic was doing something that should be considered miraculous- he was cleaning up his dorm. He didn't really know why he was doing it, but it probably had something to do with him tripping over a mountain of clothes earlier that day. Clean or dirty was determined by the ever so famous sniffing technique. If he made a face, it was dirty. If not, it was clean. Humming to himself, the nurse threw his dirty clothes into a large pile in the corner of the room where no one could trip over them- hopefully, anyways.

A delicate knock announced the patient's presence, and without awaiting an answer the blonde swept into the room with a rather big smile. "Hi, Dominic," she murmured, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed a gentle little kiss to his cheek and then proceeded to rest her chin upon his shoulder. "Whatcha doing?" Her tone was song-like, and the blonde glanced at the pile without a second thought. It seemed that today was a rather good day for the patient.

Domonic threw the clothes that he had in his hand near the pile of dirty clothes in the counter. When they were empty, he wrapped his arms around his own waist, over her arms. He turned over her shoulder with a large smile on his face. His humming had stopped when the knock came to the door. "Cleaning," he responded in the same sing song voice, though it was several octaves lower than Cadenza's bird-like titter. "How are you doing?" He asked her, squeezing one of her small forearms, his rough thumb caressing the soft pale skin.

"I'm good." The words were drawled out with a smile, and Cadenza quickly pressed kiss to his cheek before making her way to sit on his bed, kicking one bare leg over the other. Her white shorts were only a few shades lighter than her actual skin, and at first it seemed like she wasn't wearing any bottoms. An eyebrow was arched in a teasing expression of disbelief. "Really? You, cleaning? I find that hard to believe." She winked, then, gently kicking her legs back and forth.

Domonic joined her on the bed, feeling slightly alarmed by the look of Cadenza's skin against her shorts (not that it would have fazed him had she been bottomless). She looked so sickly, it scared him sometimes. "You know what? Sometimes I clean things, too." His expression feigned hurt, and he stuck out his bottom lip in a pouty expression that looked misplaced on his usually sunshine-y face. "I'm hurt that you think I'm incapable of cleaning. I know when it's time to clean, too. If you can barely go through the dorm room, then it's time to clean." His pout was replaced by his usually happy grin. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't too far from it either. Usually Cadenza couldn't be in his dorm because it was in such dissaray.

Cadenza smirked. "Yeah, and that's exactly why I'm almost never in here." Her tone was teasing, and without a second thought she curled up against his side, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I will say I'm impressed. Much better than I expected; you must have known I was coming over."

Domonic shrugged modestly, and raised his arm up when he felt Cadenza move towards him. He waited until she was comfortably against his side and then he wrapped an arm around her frail shoulders. "I guess I just have special skills, you know?" He snickered, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Well, that, and I tripped over some stuff today, and so I decided it was time to clean up."

"I mean it's still pretty messy," she teased with a chuckle. "I don't know how you even let it get this filthy."

"Well, that's easy. I don't do anything to it." He snickered, his eyes flitting around the room to the mess. It wasn't even that bad, honestly. It had been much worse before. "Not everyone feels the need to clean all the time." His grin showed that he meant it in the nicest way possible for her. "Tell me, how did that start? Was it something you were born with?" He realized that he hadn't ever really asked her before. That was probably because he had read her file a million times, and thought he knew everything. But still, it wasn't the same as hearing it from her herself.

Cadenza shrugged. "I don't really know. I guess it was always there, kind of lying in wait. It got really bad when my sister died, though. She killed herself, you know." It wasn't until Cadenza had said the words that she realized maybe Dom didn't know. She had never spoken of her home life or her sister before, and so there was certainly a chance Dominic didn't know anything about it. She carried on, though, as if she hadn't said anything. "I guess I was always a neat-freak, but it wasn't this bad until all that stuff happened."

Was that something from the files Domonic hadn't seen? He doubted it; he read her file carefully every time he needed or chose to read it, and there was nothing about a sister in the file. "Oh, honey." His voice was filled with pain, though more with sympathy for his patient. "Good Lord, I'm so sorry." Another kiss, this one on the cheek. "That must have been really hard for you." A million questions bubbled behind his lips, but he didn't want to overwhelm her and possibly send her into a panic attack. Instead, he settled on only a few. "She musn't have been too old, then. How old was she? Unless she was an older sister?" His hand squeezed her shoulder, face looking crestfallen for Cadenza. "Were you too close?"

Cadenza kept her expression blank; she had come to terms with Constance's death years ago. "We were twins. She died when we were thirteen, after I got really sick and everyone thought I was dying." Thinking back on it, there were plenty of things the two didn't know about each other. Cadenza found it odd that two people could be so close and yet know so little.

[Which is why we're killing her and ending the relationship. XD]

"I'm sure glad you didn't," Domonic said with a small sigh, his arm tightening around her and he pulled her closer to his side. His face was a wistful one, his eyes clouded over slightly. Her words had stirred memories in him that he hadn't thought about in a while. He knew exactly what it was like to be sick and for people to think you weren't going to make it. It was never a very good feeling, and was one that left you with little hope.

[Not as sad as the babies but pretty sad c:]

"What about you, Dom?" The blonde looked up at him, biting down on her bottom lip. "I don't know anything about your life. What were you like before the asylum?" Before me? She would never say it, but of course the thought was there.

[Nothing is as sad as the babies.]

Domonic shrugged again, running a hand through her choppy haircut. He love her hair. It was a unique, pale color and the haircut was great. It was completely uneven and shaggy, and Domonic had his suspicions that he loved the do so much because it was unorganized. It was almost like a way of saying her OCD wasn't too terrible. "I was pretty much the same, I guess. I was still happy and sunshine-y as I am now. But I didn't want to help people as badly as I do now until after I got out of the hospital. Leukemia," he explained before she could ask.

Her mouth opened into a little o shape, and her eyes were wide. "I didn't know you were... Wow." The blonde girl was shocked, very shocked. Dominic didn't seem it, not at all. Jesus.

Domonic chuckled, clearly amused by Cadenza's reaction. The reaction was one similar to many other people's when he told them his story, but on her, it was cute and amusing. "Yes, m'am. Though I guess there's a little sweetness at the end of every lemon drop. I ended up here, here with you. And that's a plus." He tucked his fingers underneath her chin and gave her a delicate kiss on the lips.

Cadenza grinned, a little light laugh escaping her lips, and the blonde arched an eyebrow. "Well, I'm assuming you're better then?" She flushed at the compliment, her smile growing wider, and the blonde gently returned the kiss.

Domonicnodded enthusiastically, leaning back against the wall of his dorm. He patted the mattress, inviting his patient to join him again. "I've been clean for a couple years now, and it most likely won't occur again. That's what the doctors say, anyways, and I trust them." He smiled at her and shook his head so that his hair flopped before her face. "See? I've still got these gorgeous locks to prove it. I've got a clean bill of health."

Cadenza offered a big, bright smile, scooting backwards to join Dominic again, resting her head upon his shoulder. "Good. See, we're both good and healthy." She grinned and gently kissed his neck. "Good for us."

[Oh my god do not foreshadow that!! D:]

Domonic glanced at her with a bright, unnamable emotion in his eyes. He pulled the young blonde close, pulling her face up to look him in the eye. Emotions came swimming towards him, most about how no matter how much Cadenza didn't believe so, Domonic knew. He knew that Cadenza was so strong. The assorted self-harm marks proved it. Every breathe that she took proved it. Every tear she cried and ever smile she beamed proved that she was stronger than so many. He caressed her sunken in cheek with affection. "Yeah, and it's going to stay that way, doll. I love you."

[YEAH I'M DONE WOW.]

A gentle kiss. "I love you too, Dominic."

[Okay I'm done no no no no. Fade.]

[Goodbye, cute couple.

Oh god. Prepare for the heartache and worry-filled mental check ups. O:

Fade.]