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Post: 36248063_1471 created on Thu Feb 21, 2008 9:13 amPosted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 9:13 am
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Quote: Likereal blinked in a surprise at Dominique's adverse and very strong reaction to his unplanned deepening of the unplanned kiss. He heard panic and fear in Dominique's voice before he was pushed back off the fair-headed boy and onto his knees since he had no defense against the unplanned action, his head banging against the bedroom wall. He winced slightly at the impact and the bang it created but he hadn't hit it hard and it hadn't hurt much at all if he was completely honest it was mostly all surprise at the action. His golden gaze blinked as if in shock for a moment as it followed the other boy's movements as he ripped the sweater off before he squirmed away from him and then ran from the room. His gaze cleared and a frown appeared, at the sound of pain and when it registered in his mind that Dominique had just physically ripped the sweater off and probably injured himself in the process since it had been caught on at least one piercing. He had never intended or wanted to be the cause of any pain for Dominique because he had enough of that already. All he'd wanted was... well he wasn't sure what he'd wanted because he hadn't really thought about what he was doing when he deepened the kiss. A light blush moved across his cheeks when in sunk into his head what he'd really done, "Oh s**t..." A soft growl of frustration escaped his lips and he scowled as he threaded his fingers through his dark hair and effectively ripped the band out of his hair and threw it over at the dresser. He hated feeling confused and frustrated and unsure what to do. That was why he constantly tried to monitor and keep his feelings away... right now there was just three things he wanted to do. One was hit his head against the wall, two was punch his fist through the wall and three was to go kill something, but none of them seemed very appropriate at the time. He needed to go and find Dominique and talk to him... before he caught something since he was out in the cool weather with no shirt. Likereal climbed off the bed and despite the fact he'd decided that they weren't appropriate he decided it would help him feel better and that was enough. He slammed his fist loudly and forcefully into the wall beside him feeling his fist connect with the wall and the wall's surface around his fist crumble slightly under the pressure when it connected. He felt the slight pain as it resonated through his fist and the bones of his hand though his expression didn't change one bit despite the pain throbbing slightly in his hand, the pain and discomfort was minimal. It had made him feel a little better but he knew in the long run he was going to get in s**t with Rje for wrecking the wall though at that particular moment he didn't care. He headed for the door he thumped down the stairs and continued to the front door, he hesitated for a moment. He wondered if he should leave Dominique to himself to sort through his feelings and stuff... but he decided he could think about that inside. If he wanted time alone he would be the one going out not Dominique, he wanted the other boy in relative safety inside and out of the cold. Hell while he was out maybe he could get in a fight or two and blow off some steam without hurting anyone too much... He walked out the door and looked around, his dark hair blowing around his face in the cool breeze and he cursed softly when he couldn't see Dominique in the front yard or the street in front. He looked from left to right his gaze landed on the park across the road and a figure huddled over there by a bench, he walked over the street and towards Dominique. Dominique lay curled on his side, his sobs harsh, sounding painful. He didn’t notice Likereal coming closer, he was turned away from him. He was so ashamed of how he’d acted…he really had no idea why he’d panicked like that and ran off. It…it wasn’t because he didn’t like what Likereal was doing. Was it? He swallowed hard, mind racing…no…he…. His body shuddered. It…it was just…what had happened to him, and he hadn’t been physically close to another person like that for…a very long time, and… But the Fallen wasn’t like those…demons. He wouldn’t…do what they did. He –wouldn’t-…and then it struck him how he must have made Likereal feel, doing that. Oh… “H-he ha…hates meeee…” he sobbed to himself, curling up tighter. |
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