Lost and Found [Xavier]

[Conall Callahan (DELETED 8808)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Conall Callahan› Conall stumbles into the apartment, disoriented and dazed. Everything was familiar, though he wasn't sure he'd ever been here before. Slumping against the wall, a name come into his mind, couple with warm memories and feelings. Xavier. He calls it out, hoarse at first, as if he's unused to speaking, then louder as he stumbles through the apartment, knocking everything over on the way as he searches desperately for his sire, his lover. So that's why he'd come here; everything smelled, felt like the other vampire. Like home.
‹xavier moriarty› Xavier just stares at his phone for a few long minutes, eyes scanning the grainy surveillance picture as he tries to let the image sink in. Conall was back. After looking for him for so long, he's finally made his way home. Hurriedly, he drops his phone into his pocket and navigates through the streets and tunnels to get back to his - their - apartment. He follows the trail of fallen items and broken glasses, his heart sinking a little at the sight, but once he sees him, his breath catches in his throat and his heart practically soars. "Conall?"
‹Conall Callahan› He stops dead in his tracks at the voice. That voice. Spinning around quickly, he gives a shout at the sight of the other man and rushes to him, scooping him up off the floor in his strong arms and kissing him desperately. "Xavier," he finally croaks out, his voice cracking a little. "Xavier, Xavier, Xav," he whimpers, repeating his name like it's a prayer.
‹xavier moriarty› He's taken aback by the other man scooping him up, but he quickly wraps his arms around his neck and returns the desperate kiss. "Where have you been?" he whispers, bringing a hand around to stroke his cheek.
‹Conall Callahan› He grows quiet, pressing his forehead to Xavier's as his mind reels and whirls. "I don't... Know," he finally replies slowly. "I feel like... I didn't exist. I woke up a few days ago and could barely remember my name, where I was or where I was from. But I remembered you." Gently, reluctantly, he sets Xavier back on the floor. "I'm home now, though. That much I do know."
‹xavier moriarty› Despite having his feet on the floor now, Xavier still clings to him, worried he might disappear again without him if he lets go. "I'm so sorry. I tried to look for you."
‹Conall Callahan› "It's ok, it's not your fault," he reassures him, burying his nose in his hair. Holding him, smelling him, was more comforting than anything else had been since he came back from god knows where. "You tried, and that's what matters."
‹xavier moriarty› "You're not mad at me?" he asks quietly, his other hand playing with the back of his hair as he nuzzles him.
‹Conall Callahan› "No, not at all. Why, should I be mad?" he mumbles, kissing his ear. "You didn't chase me away or something and I don't remember, did you?"
‹xavier moriarty› He manages a small chuckle and shakes his head. "No, I promise. You're all I've got. Why would I chase you off and lose that?"
‹Conall Callahan› He smiles and kisses his cheek. "I didn't think so. I'm just glad you're not mad at me. I'm sorry, I'm sure you were worried sick."
‹xavier moriarty› "I couldn't be mad. I knew something was wrong. I didn't think you'd just leave me," he tells him, standing on his toes to press his forehead against Conall's for a moment.
‹Conall Callahan› He sighs happily and wraps his arms around him to support him when he goes up on his tiptoes. "No, I never would. I love you. I know that. Or remember it? I'm not sure, everything's... Hazy. Like when you've been out in the sun too long and it bakes your brains."
<xavier moriarty› His brow furrows as he looks up at him. "Do you think there's any way we can find out what happened?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Dunno, maybe. But, later. My head hurts from all this thinkin," he chuckles. Pulling away a little, he catches sight of the mess he made and frowns. "Oh. I'm, I'm sorry about trashin' the place."
‹xavier moriarty› He chuckles and shrugs. "That's okay. I can always clean it up. You wanna lie down?"
‹Conall Callahan› "Please," he says with a nod, though he regret the gesture as soon as he does it. Pressing a hand to his head, he takes Xavier's hand. "Will you lie down with me?"
‹xavier moriarty› "That's the plan," he chuckles, squeezing his hand before leading him back to his - no - their bed.
‹Conall Callahan› "Good," he smiles, following along behind him. He goes to kick off his shoes, but finds he's not wearing any, but he doesn't think any more about it as he climbs in and stretches out. The bed is nice, and smells like Xavier, and he grabs the pillow that smells most like him to bury his face into.
‹xavier moriarty› He pulls his shoes off and lies down next to him, watching him with a grin as he buries his face in the pillow. "We need to get you a shower later. You smell like sulfur."
‹Conall Callahan› He chuckles tiredly and pulls him close. "Ok. Maybe you should come with me, I think I forgot how soap works," he teases.
‹xavier moriarty› He stifles a laugh. "Yeah, use that excuse all you want, but I know what you're up to."
‹Conall Callahan› He grins, and hides it by tucking his face against Xav's neck. "What? I wouldn't be up to anything, not me. I'm an innocent boy, trust me."
‹xavier moriarty› He smiles and runs fingers through his hair before smoothing it down. "I'm not letting you out of my sight again."
‹Conall Callahan› He wiggles happily and leans into his touch with a content sigh. "I'm ok with that. I don't wanna leave your side again anyhow. I don't wanna get lost somehow again."