Driven Half Way Insane (Philomela)

[Philomela]

"O-Oh, I- " Godelieve's sheet was wrapped around him snug as armor, but he could not recall the last time his skin contacted with another's skin. He returned the embrace, cupping Allen's slim shoulder blades in his sickle-like fingers. A blush came to his cheeks, almost a healthy glow for his sunken face.
"I really. I really didn't do much..." Godelieve answered distractedly, lingering a little longer than he should to put his chin over Allen's shoulder. A hug. He was being hugged. Oh, it's a hug & he was being held & this is the most wonderful thing. His arms tightened.
His recoil was sudden, as if leaching too much affection would have the warmth taken from him forever. He had learned what desperately clinging to a loved one's ankles would get him in the long run. Another asylum, a smaller cell, less faces to look upon. He gave his hands something to do by plucking Allen's sheet from the floor & delicately looping it around the other boy's slim hips.
"... It's cold." He said, as if an explanation was needed.

[Calw Walker]

Allen froze when he Godelieve pulled away and he suddenly realized his sheet fell off him. "S-sorry." He blushed as he pulled his cloth tighter around his waist after Godelieve removed his hands.
"I'm...I'm Allen."
"Hey, you two, get away from each other!" a guard shouted from outside. "Bones, get back in your room now!"
"The warden will be hearing about this..." another guard muttered.

[Philomela]

Godelieve gave him a quaint little smile. "I'm a nurse; bodies don't bother me." He took one of Allen's hands in both of his, voice dropping to a conspiratorial schoolgirl whisper. "I'm Godelieve. & the warden can suck my cock if he's angry." & out he flounced back into the hall. "Coming, Mister Gate-Keep-eeeer!" & returned himself to his room.

[Sorry if "cock" is too strong a word; I can just change it to "kiss my ass" if it pleases the court.]

[Calw Walker]

[[Profanity is fine as long as it fits with your character. I really don't care.]]

Allen sighed as he watched Godeleive go back to his own room. Gensu fluttered over and landed on his shoulder again. He gave Allen a little chomp on his ear. "Everything's going to be fine..." he whispered to himself. Without another word, Allen crawled back into his bed, pulled his sheet over his body and drifted off to sleep.

[Philomela]

Godelieve laid back on his cot, stretching up his legs to touch his feet to the cold walls. The sheets pooled around his thighs & shoulders in grey waves.
"... Goodnight, Allen." He called, softly, so as not to anger the other. He braided his fingers & laid his palms on his concave chest; it collapsed in a deep sigh as his heart raced under his hand. The platonic touch of skin after so much violence & isolation made him giddy, lightheaded, conflicted, sad, overwhelmed, words, words, words. He frowned at himself & his thoughts raced sleeplessly until the next day approached.

[Calw Walker]

Allen heard Godelieve's words and in a hush whisper replied, "...'night," before shutting his eyes and finally drifting off into sleep.

He awoke to the same alarm that had played the previous nights only this time there was someone waiting for him at his door. "Good, your awake." the guard grunted is disapproval. "You're being moved today; you and the other nut job from across the hall are going upstairs together."

[Philomela]

Across the hall, the other nutjob made his presence known, quiet voice rolling into a mewling scream.
"But I'm so tired why can't you carry me why wont you carry me??"
This was followed by a yelp, the fleshy smack of billy club against eye socket, & Godelieve came sullenly from his cell. The blood vessels had already begun to swell & burst around his right eye, but he drew himself up regally with both hands holding up his sheet against his chest. He lifted his chin at the guard & sneered.
"Then I will carry myself if your arms are just as atrophied as your grey matter, you sniveling rat bastard."
Godelieve received a mild concussion from a blow to the back of his head, stumbled, righted himself, & was silent.

[Calw Walker]

Allen glanced next to him over at Godelieve and grinned cheerfully as they were hearded down the hall and into an elevator. When they arrived at their cell Allen saw a few of his belonging on his bed: some of his clothes and his favorite books. He could finally dess more comfortably now. He sighed in relief even as the door to the padded cell shut behind them. It was then that he noticed a small window the upper corner. It was day light outside. This made him happy.

[Philomela]

Godelieve made a small squeak akin to a rat with asthma as he spotted his clothing, a small tin of his make up, & a single dusty book lying upon his own bed. No, it wasnt the full dress he would have hoped for, but at least he would appear presentable.
Immediately he was focused only on the arduous task of dressing himself; bloomers, petticoat, stockings, undershirts, blouse, corset, gloves. He hummed a little tune to himself, color rising back to his cheeks as he began to feel like himself again. Carefully he painted his face; white foundation, kohl for his eyes, blush, pink wax for his lips.
"Ah." he paused to think, glancing to his cellmate. "I don't suppose. I mean. Once you have a free moment..." he absently tugged on the ribbons of his loose corset, impossible to tie all by his lonesome.