C o n f u s i o n | C l o s e t|--->A one x one.

[Rabenstein]

Harold walked Pino into the house with quite the melancholy expression shadowing his face. What Pino didn’t recognize was the fact that Harold had trimmed his hair. ‘ If she‘s not coming, why the heck did she bother dropping you?’ Harold expected that the boy had a message, or was hanging out with their blonde room-mate, which in all actually was better than the young boy wanting to hang out with Casey. ‘ Though I hardly doubt your gay…’ Harold was more worried with having to do something tedious like babysit. Him, children, not a good mix. If they weren’t freaked out by his make-up and lip piercing, they stared like crazy or asked impertinent questions. Regardless of the boy being much older than a little child, he wasn’t quite an adult, which left Harold feeling quite uncomfortable as he walked into the house and thought he heard commotion upstairs.

‘…sh*t.’, Was the man going nuts over his cologne being gone? Harold still had the bottle in his pocket. Worried sick, the man paled over and rushed towards the stairs before the sound of Iorwen’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“ I wouldn‘t go that way if I were you. He‘s been worse than yesterday.”, Harold’s mouth tightened uncomfortably, and for a moment he froze and debated whether or not to climb the stairs. ‘ Crap…’, What was he tearing his room apart for? Certain that he, of all people, could calm Casey down; Harold rushed up the stairs and hesitated outside the door. There was a good chance of something being thrown his way when he walked into the room, but the risk wasn’t as important as Harold’s concern for his ex. ‘ Something‘s horribly wrong…’ The man couldn’t have heard anything, not with the pale face Bella had after their talk the previous night. Bursting the door open while protecting his face, Harold closed the door and locked it.

“ What the hell is going on? Are you possessed?”, Harold saw the wreckage of the room and felt his stomach curdle uncomfortably. The idea that his friend might be searching for…that ring, left the man feeling incorrigibly jealous.

 

[toxkillfraex]

RETURNMORETOCEN

【Enigma⌒o f⌒freedom】RETURNMORETOCEN
【Unclosing⌒a n⌒unseen⌒d o o r】RETURNMORETOCEN

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“ Listen… I‘m Pino. But…listen.”
We at least Iorwen was having somebody that answered her questions somewhat properly. Pino... Kind of a funny name, but she knew nothing else to relate to the name. If he had added Lugosi however it would've rung a small, small bell of reconnaissance. Keeping the giggles that would've bubbled up at the boy's name to herself she simply resigned to listening. She seemed to have made the male more distressed than when he came in. It made Io wonder why everybody was on their toes lately.

Io got herself a big explanation of what had been promised and eventually not performed. It seemed the young Pino was certain he'd have know if his sister lied even though Io thought anybody could lie as freely as they wanted -at least with Einian's track record. Yet somebody apparently acting like a robot was something new for Io. Whatever was playing it seemed the girl -who was now revealed properly as Bella- had some grave things on her mind. Yet that was all she could make out from the jittery ravings of Pino.


“ She just shoved me out of the car and sped off like the mafia lives here…Somethings not right, and I feel like I‘m in the twilight zone.”
"I can assure you there's no Mafia here."
Iorwen seemed light hearted enough even though it might have come across as tactless as Einian was. In a way she couldn't claim there couldn't be Mafia here. If she had lived in the early twenties or thirties she might as well have been one of the people supplying the booze during the prohibition. History lessons aside Iorwen seemed to take a moment to think before she actually said something else besides a lame misplaced mini joke.

"Well, I don't know what's going on either darling... but... It looks like it has something to do with the little thunder cloud up there...", Iorwen signalled to the stairs hoping the boy would get that she was talking about Casey. It seemed the racket had ceased which was good.
"And whatever it is... Well... It sounds like your sister isn't taking it too well and is avoiding any sort of confrontation...", Iorwen fell silent again thinking for a minute and then shrugging. "I don't know much about your sister though, so... I might be wrong about the chemistry of her brain."

((Fun fact: I invented Iorwen as a Danish girl with a funny accent and chemistry degree in a prohibition mafia rp =3))

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The beat : Longest road to nowhere
The body: much like this

FILLERFILLERFILLER

 

[toxkillfraex]

~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~

See my awful life in a cage.
I'm suffering for years, but you don't care.

Casey had... Well restless dreams with sides that would've been pleasant in a different context. It was enough to wake the young male up multiple times until he had slept somewhat properly till the morning. When he woke up he wasn't really aware of much in his room right until the point he decided that he wanted to put on Bella's ring for a change. If he couldn't get over himself through a confrontation with the girl, then he'd tried to do the same with things that reminded him of her. It might help, it might make things worse, but Casey'd hope he'd have some result and hopefully a positive one. If was going to keep making it worse in then ext few months then he might as well find a way to move one. Perhaps he could work his way through his own insecurities and begin something more truthful and less doubted with Harold.

Anyway, back to reality. Casey simply stared blankly into the drawer he was sure he had left the ring. Yet... All that was there was a lone handkerchief and a very old bracelet, but no ring. It took a moment, but the moment it got through Casey's sleepy head he started with pulling the drawer he was already holding out and turn it over to see if he hadn't missed any contents. Nothing... Casey went on the the drawer below the first one on the night stand, but again it was nothing. From one drawer to the next Casey found nothing. Next was the closet which he almost pulled over when panic was starting to consume his mind. He couldn't have lost that ring! Right? He couldn't have...

“ What the hell is going on? Are you possessed?”
Casey was pretty much ready to break down his closet after al when Harold came in. The fact that Harold had come in broke Casey out of his frenzy. His breath was much faster, but it managed to cool down a little before he spoke.

"I'm looki-... What did you do to your hair?"
Casey had only then turned to face his ex and he found himself staring as a different hair cut than the day before. It distracted him from his search for Bella's ring and made him answer a question with a question of his own. First he disappeared and now he had a brand new hair cut. He'd know it if Harold was missing a single lock of hair. He'd been playing with it for a good amount of time!

Exorcise my violent insanity.
Share my distressing grief and die with me.

-One death every forty seconds-
დდდ
XXX

 

[Rabenstein]

As his ex was tearing through the closet, Harold crossed his arms before settling his hands on his hips in a ‘Peter Pan’ stance. Casey seemed to be freaking out, but now, he was calming down. At least enough to not rip shelves out of the wall or tear the entire house to pieces. ‘ I didn‘t think he would notice that ring being gone so soon!’ Harold thought with a sneer, his eyes narrowing like a hawk. ‘ It looked like she got it out of a cereal box, a worthless five dollar item that would probably turn his finger green.’ The man answered his question with another question though, and Harold didn’t even seem surprised.

“ I‘m looki-…What did you do to your hair?”, Harold walked forward and crossed his arms again, an almost disgusted expression overtaking his mouth as his brown eyes scanned the room in a slight hint of uncertainty.

“ I got gum in it.”, Harold didn’t offer anymore explainations than that before walking forward with a stern face and raising his hands from his chest. Pressing his hands to Casey’s face, the man then leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Casey’s own. Nothing too rough or too gentle; just enough to be tender and distractive. Parting with a silent caress, Harold (or Skull) smiled his smirk and turned his head like a happy puppy.

“ Now…what‘s got your panties in a bunch; hmm?”

 

[Rabenstein]

“ I can assure you there‘s no mafia here”, Pino had kept talking simply because he was in no mood to laugh at it. ‘ At least she‘s trying to lighten the mood…’ even though it didn’t work, Pino offered a smile. A forced, reluctant, smile. After fully unloading onto this perfect stranger, the girl began to talk, and his heart waited in suspense for whatever he might hear.

“ Well, I don‘t know what‘s going on either darling…but it looks like it has something to do with the little thunder cloud up there.”, As if on cue, his stomach gurgled with soundless discomfort at the sinking feeling rising over his entire body. ‘ Saying ‘duh‘ would be rude…saying ‘duh‘ would be rude…’, Pino didn’t know what to say other than that, so the boy just nodded his head frantically up and down. The anxiety seemed to increase by the moment, and like a teakettle Pino didn’t know how long it would be before he snapped and unloaded more worries on the woman who seemed to be very knowledgeable.

“ And whatever it is…well…it sounds like your sister isn‘t taking it too well and avoiding any sort of confrontation.”, Pino’s eyes widened. ‘ Now that is a flat-out lie! ’ The woman shrugged, and his venom disappeared.

“ I don‘t know much about your sister though, so…I might be wrong about the chemistry of her brain.”, Pino clamped his eyes shut and shook his head as if to expel everything disagreeable that decided to pour through his mind. Wanting an even more private place to talk, Pino walked to the corner and motioned for the woman to come closer.

“ No-no-no-no-no! You don‘t understand. Last night in the car. Bella told me everything…she told me about what she‘s been feeling for Casey lately.”, The boy shook his head in disbelief, remembering how his sister was behaving today.

“ I thought that she should tell him how she felt, and she agreed with me. She was really optimistic about talking to him today! Bella doesn‘t just change her mind willy-nilly! She‘s a bull-headed billy-goat! Her reaction today…it‘s just not natural! Its like she saw the ghost of Christmas past show up in her room last…”, A glimmer of remembrance glistened in his brain, and for a moment Pino’s face furrowed in recollection. ‘ Strange…I thought I saw someone outside last night…’ Maybe he hadn’t been imagining things…Maybe it hadn’t been the neighbours. But Pino couldn’t prove it, he had tasted a bit of liquor last night…so perhaps that was what fogged up his brain. Disregarding it, Pino turned his head back to Iorwen hoping for more wisdom to fall from her lips.

 

[toxkillfraex]

~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~

See my awful life in a cage.
I'm suffering for years, but you don't care.

Casey wasn't sure what to read in Harold's expression, but Casey felt that the man looked like a dissatisfied teacher. As far as teaching went, the only thing Casey could imagine being taught by Harold was how to be properly queer. As far that went, Casey was sure to have been one hell of disappointing pupil. He had after all done a good job at confusing his friendship with Bella with his acts and stupidity and no matter how fulfilling it had been at the time -and it had been Casey couldn't deny that to himself- he had lost his closest friend or at least hurt him deeply.

“ I got gum in it.”
Casey's eyes narrowed a little and didn't know in how far that could be true. Yet it left his guard open for a move he hadn't been expecting from Harold or at least, not since he drove the man mad with his confusion. That confusion that was penetrating him deeper than ever before now. The kiss he got was unbelievably tender. Much like he remembered it, much like what he had been swayed for the first time. Casey could've melted on the spot having his wishes fulfilled much sooner then had expected. Perhaps too soon.

“ Now…what‘s got your panties in a bunch; hmm?”
Casey was in a daze for a second, staring at Harold with his mouth somewhat half open.
"Uh..." It took Casey a good swallow, before he could collect is thoughts again and he turned away from Harold in hopes of hiding what effect the man still had on him. He probably was way to late to try that though.

"I was..." Casey paused having too strong thoughts interrupt his train of thought towards an answer.
He still wants me! I hurt him so much, but... Casey need to swallow again shaking his head a little to get his mind back to the task at hand.
"I was looking for that ring... The one I got from Bella." Damn it, where was that damn thing?

Once again torn between two feelings -the joy of knowing Harold still wanted him despite everything and the demise of not finding that one ring- Casey bit his lower lip and turned back to Harold. There was something so of about the man though. What was he really up to. Why that kiss all of the sudden? Hadn't Casey made it clear he didn't want to put the man through that repeated hurt he caused with not knowing what to choose. The safety of friendship or the warmth of love. It wasn't an easy choice, just like being certain of what he really wanted to be.

Unsure of how to act now Casey backed away from his friend and sat down his bed and sat down with a deep sigh to look at the mess he had made. Where had that ring gone? Einian? No... his action were far more obvious. He looked back up to Harold and tried to retrace when he had last seen that ring, when it could've disappeared. Last night seemed the only plausible time and that thing wasn't valuable enough to be stolen by a bunch of drunk party goers. Then where had it gone? Had it really been taking as Casey was now thinking.

Casey thoughtfully looked at Harold. 'I don't want to crawl through my own misery any more.', Casey though almost directing his thoughts to Harold.

Exorcise my violent insanity.
Share my distressing grief and die with me.

-One death every forty seconds-
დდდ
XXX

 

[toxkillfraex]

RETURNMORETOCEN

【Enigma⌒o f⌒freedom】RETURNMORETOCEN
【Unclosing⌒a n⌒unseen⌒d o o r】RETURNMORETOCEN

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It seemed Pino was only half agreeing with what she said. Well at least she had added the best fail safe she could and it was true. She didn't know Pino's sister enough to make a real judgement and had said it as clearly as she could. He didn't seem to feel like he was entirely safe or he was trying not to get eavesdropped on. She followed the younger man when he went more to a corner and even his tone of voice suggested he didn't want to share this with the world.

He has nobody else... That's why he's telling me this...

“ No-no-no-no-no! You don‘t understand. Last night in the car. Bella told me everything…she told me about what she‘s been feeling for Casey lately.”
Okay that changed it much and what the younger male added to it all made it even clearer that something had happened that the boy didn't know about. Iorwen bit her lip a little and then tried to help with a question.

"Are you sure she talked to nobody else after she promised that and before she went all robot on you."
Yet before she could get a response and quite of cue Einian came into the kitchen.
"Well, I didn't know you were into... younger Io."
Iorwen frowned at her house mates comment before looking back and pressing her lips together to indicate that her lips were sealed about what he had just told her. If there was somebody you couldn't share odd sister behaviour with then it was Einian.

"That's uncalled for." She said a little viscously. She wanted to leave the kitchen now, but stayed just in case Pino wouldn't know to keep his mouth shut now. She'd scoot in between if she had to. Even give Einian a kick under his butt to get out of the kitchen. Last thing she wanted was that man to know something about what was going on with Bella, despite the fact it was a friend of his.

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The beat : Longest road to nowhere
The body: much like this

FILLERFILLERFILLER

 

[Rabenstein]

Casey seemed to be just as mesmerised by the moment, and Harold couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Not just because he had successfully kissed the man without being smacked in the face, but because it seemed like Casey genuinely enjoyed the moment.

“ Uh…”, A scarlet color blossomed underneath the make-up he was wearing and a gigantic grin smirked onto his ravenous face. The man seemed to need to swallow, and the grin increased. ‘ Well now, glad to know I‘m still attractive.’, The man couldn’t knock off the smile on his face no matter how stern he tried to be, so he simply just kept staring at his ‘friend’ and stood there to be ‘supportive’.

“ I was looking for that ring…The one I got from Bella.”, The grin diminished, but only for half a second. The man was…glowing, and it was hard to keep him down. Thinking of the prior evening, a very mischievous glint flickered in his eye as he looked up at the ceiling to conceal it. The man light-heartedly chuckled.

“ You mean that silly ol’ cereal box ring?”, Harold chuckled again and sat down on the bed next to Casey. Wasting no time in folding an arm around his shoulders, the raven-headed man leaned in a little closer than he usually did. Purposefully trying to increase the romantic or sexual ambiance of the mood that still resided from the little kiss shared moments ago. ‘ He looks so sad…but I know how to cheer him.’ Grazing his fingers against Casey’s chin, Harold leaned in for another kiss. This time it was not quite so drawn out before he leaned away and kissed the man’s cheek as tenderly as always.

“ Well after our talk last night…I went and had a talk with Bella.”, Harold’s face curled uncomfortably, as if the conversation had not ended well, and he was withholding bad news.

“ I asked her if she wanted to stay friends with you, and she said she couldn‘t. I hope you can forgive me…but I thought it would be harder for you…if you kept the keepsake…so I left it in Bella‘s care. In case she changed her mind.”, Leaning in, he tried to kiss the man before giving Casey a hug. The next few months were going to be very hard for Casey with Bella gone, and the man would need him for support.

“ I‘m sorry about how I reacted yesterday…and how much this situation hurts you…but please don‘t worry about my leaving you. I mean. It was -just sex- wasn‘t it?”, Harold’s tongue was as smooth as a serpent’s belly as his right hand raised to brush the hair out of Casey’s face.

 

[Rabenstein]

((I have to get ready for a doctor visit...but I will return in a few hours! <33 Hopefully no more than one. >.>))

(Then I post as Pino and more <3)  

[toxkillfraex]

~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~

See my awful life in a cage.
I'm suffering for years, but you don't care.

“ You mean that silly ol’ cereal box ring?”
It's not a cereal box ring
Casey's thought's turned a bit more vicious when he heard Harold talk about it so dismissively. His eyes narrowing just a tinge when the man sat down next to him. Casey couldn't help himself when Harold embraced him and he just shivered with a far to familiar need and desire. There was another kiss that made Casey groan in protest and memories from his dreams resurfaced. This was the point Bella came in to make it all right and got mad because he was in Harolds arms again.

First you fight me and then you seek comfort with harold! What happened to waiting till you were sure?

The memory of a dream was right. That ghost of Bella in his mind was right. He couldn't do this unless he had made it all right with Bella again. It made him doubtfully bite his lip again. This was too much of the good stuff all of the sudden. What was Harold up to?

“ Well after our talk last night…I went and had a talk with Bella.”
He what?
“ I asked her if she wanted to stay friends with you, and she said she couldn‘t. I hope you can forgive me…but I thought it would be harder for you…if you kept the keepsake…so I left it in Bella‘s care. In case she changed her mind.”
Casey became shocked in but an instant and Casey turned away before Harold could smother that nagging doubt in the back of his brain with his charming kisses. He couldn't avoid the hug and instead of relaxing like a minute before he just tightened a bit. This wasn't really happening. What did Harold think? That he had lost his chances because of the little billy-bee? She hadn't done anything wrong.

Harold just kept talking and Casey just shook his head and bit his lip almost hard enough to make it bleed. He hadn't... no this couldn't be true. He was still in that odd nightmare world of his. Yet no matter how hard he tried to deny this was real it remained real and not a dream. It took Casey a moment, but he pulled away from that beloved a man of his.

"You didn't do that! What were you thinking?!"
Casey shook his head again. He regretted telling Harold the truth even more now and all he could do was back away from Harold. What was he going to do now? He didn't even know what Harold had told Bella. For all Casey knew it was worse than Harold was telling him. Bella was going to think Casey had sent him or something, but he had nothing to do with it!

"Just sex? I thought you knew what that meant!"
Did this man really take it so lightly? He hadn't talked with Bella in weeks and Harold figured just a quick talk was going to solve it?
Do I really know him?

Exorcise my violent insanity.
Share my distressing grief and die with me.

-One death every forty seconds-
დდდ
XXX

 

[Rabenstein]

[Poor Harold's having an anxiety attack]

Harold’s eyes widened for a moment at the sudden way that Casey tensed up and suddenly his blood began to run cold. ‘ Why are you shoving your walls up?’ Harold’s face was complete confusion, and from worry his mouth began to flood with fluid. Swallowing with a rather large gulp, he began to tug at his collar even though it wasn’t tight against his neck. Yes, Harold had expected Casey to disapprove, perhaps even blow up a little, but seeing it and experiencing it were two very different things.

“ You didn‘t do that! What were you thinking?!”, At being yelled at, Harold’s metaphorical feathers ruffled and the man mentally unsheathed his arrows in preparation to defend himself. Only to defend himself, as the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Harold. Casey kept shaking his head, like he had done the worst thing imaginable, and for some reason that little display of ‘how could you screw me over?’ blossomed an anger beneath his skin. Not quite enraged, but neither was he calm, Harold got up from off of the bed to stand in front of him. An angered scowl plastered upon his face.

“ I was thinking that you were too chicken s**t to do it yourself!”, Which was probably true, or his ex lover wouldn’t have rushed upstairs to hide from Bella when she showed up at the house. In everywhere, except where it mattered, Casey was capable in a situation. ‘ Be honest! Of course you weren‘t going to ever talk to Bella!’ This entire situation was irksome and bungled! It was either wait it out, which could take months and years and their friendship would still never be the same, or Harold could interfere and end the drama like ripping off a band-aid. Harold chose, and it was for Casey’s own good. To think that Harold was so sure of his reasoning, the man started to speak as if what Casey said next hadn’t even entered his mind.

" Just sex? I thought you knew what that meant!"
“ Someone had to tell her the truth and--”, Having spoken over Casey, it took a moment for his friend’s words to settle into his brain, and when they did his train of thought died in a heartbeat. A lance thrown right through his chest, Harold backed away and gripped his arm like he was having a heart attack. Tremors caused by a rush of fear and anxiety physically stabbed every nerve within his heart, and the full weight of what Casey had confessed yesterday finally dropped upon him like a piano from the tenth floor in some cheesy cartoon. ‘ No! ******** no! Don‘t ******** TELL ME THIS s**t!’ Casey couldn’t have romantic feelings for Bella. He just couldn’t accept it, and yet that seemed to be what Casey was flat-outright-telling him.

‘ You‘re upset and confused!’ Suddenly flashbacks of the prior argument retracted into his brain, and he began to see even more signs of what he dreaded most. Casey being completely serious about his sexuality being uncertain. Casey…bisexual. At first, he had thought it was all in Casey’s head, that he would figure it out soon and all would be well. But this wasn’t what Harold had been hoping for. He couldn’t seriously like women. The urge to vomit overtook him, and Harold backed away and grabbed the trash can just in case he felt the need to spew his guts out. ‘ You can‘t love Bella…You can‘t! I wont accept it!’ And tearing the small bottle of cologne from his pocket, the man threw it against the ground in his fury to let the device smash into a dozen little pieces. Burning tears streaming down his face at so large a betrayal. ‘ I know we‘re not together, but I had just…assumed…hoped…that we would be someday.’ In his mind, it had always been a for sure thing. This could not be happening!

“ It better damn well have been just sex to you!”, in denial, Harold’s bottom lip quivered against the tears as he tried to speak. The combination of fury and heartbreak muddling on his face in a similar expression to the one Bella made just the evening before. Realizing that it might be true, was true in his mind at least, Harold kicked the nearest thing to him (which happened to be the trash can) and let the bunched up papers and litter go everywhere like large confetti. ‘ <******** style="color: black">’ The man mouthed the word as the pain in his arm and heart increased. Firmly beginning to believe he was actually having a heart attack from the shock, Harold almost collapsed onto the floor in a ‘begging posture’ upon his hands and knees. Clutching his chest as if that could magically take the pain away. ‘ How could you do this to me?!’ He shook his head in disbelief as the tears further ruined his eyeliner.

“ How could you do this to me…”, the words were barely able to be heard as they escaped through his mouth. His lips trembling so much, his throat clogged with water and mucus. The pain in his chest rising and rising. His vision fading, the entire room was seen through the lens of a static television screen and Harold was too ashamed to look at Casey. ‘ I‘m an idiot…A ******** idiot…for ever thinking that we would get back together.’, Looking down at the floor, Harold just laid there on his hands and knees. Defeated and broken as his head still slowly shook back and forth…as if still pleading for this to be some practical joke.

 

[toxkillfraex]

~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~

See my awful life in a cage.
I'm suffering for years, but you don't care.

“ I was thinking that you were too chicken s**t to do it yourself!”
That was right in a way. If anybody knew it then it was Harold that knew how little action the young man could undertake from time to time. The whole situation with Bella was indeed another one of those very action less moments. Yet how could Casey act if he wasn't even sure what he wanted. On one side he waned Harold and on another... A very deeply hidden other side he wanted Bella. He had let it surface once, drunk and incorrigible and she had run the minute he had been asleep, Casey was sure of that. Perhaps Harold had been right to take matters into his own hands.

Yet Harold seemed to be taken by a sudden weapon of mass destruction. The man was breaking down in seconds. Well he got the message, if anything. Yet despite his thoughts being more distant than before Casey at least tried to calm the man down. He approached Harold expecting to get punched, but it didn't happen.
"Calm down, please, calm down Harold."
It didn't seemed to reach the man though and he went from grabbing the trash can, with an urge to vomit on his face, to kicking it. Somewhere along the line Casey knew that it was that cologne bottle of his that landed on the floor shattered, but it didn't matter. It never registered in Casey's mind while he was trying to fight that hurricane of thoughts that had obviously come up in Harold's mind.

“ How could you do this to me…”
Casey went on his knees as well after he heard Harold say that. Almost like he had just been stabbed or something. He couldn't bear to see the tears on the man's face, ruining that lovely eye liner and his face in general. He couldn't be mad with Harold. He couldn't be in anyway. The man must've been waiting for a real confirmation from Casey for ages, but instead he got a different confirmation. Where Casey's confusion mostly came from. Almost just as heartbroken as Harold he grabbed the man's face and now he felt like he could look him straight in the eye without a trace of guilt left. The message had finally come trough. The how wasn't pretty in retrospect but it was there.

"Please stop panicking.", Casey pleaded in an almost whisper as he took hold of Harold's face. He turned to kissing the tears from the other man's face. It might stain his lips black with the eye-liner that was getting smudged, but that didn't matter. All Casey wanted to do now was kiss the sadness away and in a way lose his own sadness as well. He then pulled Harold into a rather tight hug that didn't suggest that Casey wanted to let go any time soon.

"Skully... I never stopped loving you." It was a confession that had been laying on Casey's lips pretty much since they broke up. Even though it might be to soon, might be the worst timing possible, Casey felt the need to decide. Bella was mad at him anyhow, mad and heart broken and if there had ever been a watery chance lmeft then Harold had made sure that it was over and out. There was nothing left to doubt...

Now stop crying and kiss me you rascal

((tataaa new image... I was bored by the other one))

Exorcise my violent insanity.
Share my distressing grief and die with me.

-One death every forty seconds-
დდდ
XXX

 

[Rabenstein]

Suddenly Casey was next to him on the floor, kissing away his tears and trying to be there for him. Casey asked him not to panic anymore; and somewhere in that moment he had stopped…but it wasn’t panic that he was feeling now. At least, he wasn’t panicking about what he had just experienced. Once the shock disappeared, his head could finally process. ‘ What is he doing?’ Harold didn’t expect this tender display; especially not the strong hug that he was pulled into. Hugging the man back without question, Harold buried his face into Casey’s shoulder and squeezed his arms around him.

“ Skelly…I never stopped loving you.”, Harold had waited so long to hear to hear those words, that now, when he finally heard them; they didn’t sound the way he thought they would. At least, he expected to feel different. Now, all he felt was guilt. ‘ Once he finds out about Bella, he wont want to see me anymore.’ That was a truth universally acknowledged, and if he did pretend that everything was alright -when it wasn’t- and Casey found out…he would be the scum of humanity. If he wasn’t already, which was the problem. ‘ I don’t deserve to be comforted by Casey.’ and shaking his head, Harold gave his beloved one last squeeze before parting the hug and moving to sit on the bed. Opening his mouth to speak, Harold had been about to confess the truth when he realized that he couldn’t. In the end, he was just too selfish. He loved Casey, and after what he did, there was no ‘plan’ that could possibly make things right. He could only enjoy the ride while it lasted.

“ I love you too Case…but I don‘t want to start us off on a bad note.”, Harold smiled an almost Bella smile before pointing towards the tiny tv nearby. “ How about we watch a movie, hang out for a while, and plan a proper date; okay?”, hoping that would relieve his friend of any doubts on his side, Harold grinned and patted the spot next to him as if he simply expected Casey to sit there and hold him.

 

[Rabenstein]

“ Are you sure she talked to nobody else after she promised that and before she went all robot on you?”, Pino had been about to answer; confess what he thought he saw when Einian walked into the room. Oddly enough, the jokester’s face filled Pino with a strange sort of morbid sensation. Feeling horribly uncomfortable, like a rat hiding from a cat, Pino walked a little closer to the girl before his eyes looked about the room. Mostly to look for some sort of weapon to defend himself with. Alas, there was nothing he could do without drawing attention to himself, so he simply stared at the man who had insisted upon being very friendly towards his sister yesterday. ‘ Could this guy have followed us home?’ The idea seemed impossible, and yet Pino could not help but begin to believe it. Suspect it, more-say. ‘ Is Bella afraid of -this- guy?’

“ Well, I didn‘t know you were into…younger Io.”, The man’s perverted comment only added ice-cubes to his stomach. Something about the man…didn’t sit right with Pino, and feeling that the man’s comment only added to his short list of suspicious activity, the boy grabbed Iorwen’s hand. Not to give the pervert the wrong idea, but to try and get her attention so that they could leave the room.

“ That‘s uncalled for.”, Pino grimaced and opened his smart little mouth.

“Ugh…are you some kind of pervert or something?”, as pretty as Iorwen was, Pino wasn’t interested in breaking any laws to make a move on her. Especially when, now that he thought on it, there was a very special girl at home waiting for him. Even if she only made him cupcakes, the neighbour girl he babysat sometimes was his best friend in the world. He’d lose all contact with society if he started to break any laws. Expecting the creepy guy to laugh and thus confirm what Pino thought of his character, the boy started to drag Iorwen out of the room.

“ Well…guess we‘ll be late for that movie if we don‘t hurry Ior.”, with that, Pino dragged the blonde (if he was able to) towards the front door and headed outside. Once that creepy man was gone from their sight, Pino tugged at his shirt collar again to try and loosen his nerve before continuing on the subject before someone else could interrupt them.

“ I think I saw that guy!”, Pino whispered in breathless anxiety. “ Last night I thought I saw someone outside the window, but I assumed it was the neighbours. The house we are staying at only has one story, someone could have easily climbed in her window. She sleeps with it open!”, Panicking, Pino began to pace back and forth in front of the house. ‘ No…no no no…anything but that guy.’, the idea that his sister might have been threatened or molested couldn’t break free from his mind. Worried, sick, and wanting to throw up; Pino just looked around the street as if hoping to see Bella’s car parked somewhere.

“ What are we going to do?! I can‘t prove anything!”, He headed towards the nearest car. “ Is this yours? Can you take me home?...I...I just don't feel right leaving Bella alone. She's acting so strange...and its scaring me to no end.”

 

[toxkillfraex]

~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~

See my awful life in a cage.
I'm suffering for years, but you don't care.

Casey's mental wish only became half true. Harold did get a hold of himself again and that was a definite relief, but Casey never got something of a kiss. At least that hug was returned and that was something of a comfort. It was just strange to see Harold hold back. Casey just remembered that from as soon as he had given Harold was all over him, pleasantly and not too forcefully.

“ I love you too Case…but I don‘t want to start us off on a bad note.”
Casey was a little confused by Harold's calm and almost reasonably way, but he remembered other thing's that echoed in his head.
You know after this it's never going to be the same again
In a way Casey had known that Bella was right and it applied to themselves as wel now. After that one almost faithful night it'd never get back to be the same. There were two choices though: feeling dirty like Harold had been yelling about it or accepting it happened. Casey even decided it was better to cherish the memory and not to suffocate it in what should've been and shouldn't have been.

Bottom line of it all, Casey couldn't blame Harold for holding back. He probably was afraid that Casey could decide at any moment that he'd doubt again. So in that respect it was just fine in Casey mind, though a nagging doubt in his head and it simply took the voice he knew best... That of Bella.

So why did he have your cologne that he just smashed all over the floor? My ring and the cologne. What do you think he did with that?
I don't know and I don't care
And so his mind was silent, though Casey felt that he'd have to fight it in the next few days. There just was a leprechaun in there that kept sprinkling the wrong sort of thoughts.

“ How about we watch a movie, hang out for a while, and plan a proper date; okay?”
Casey shook his head a little and then smiled. "Have we ever had a proper date?", he asked sounding almost curious. On part of movies he wasn't sure what to put on. Casey had a strict no horror movie policy for his small collection and at the same time it have cartoons in abundance. Casey didn't know Harold well enough to know what would be right and eventually he opted for the newer despicable me. Casey took a minute to get everything set and then sat down on Harold's side.

You couldn't do anything wrong with funny little yellow men, right? He could clean up his room later.


((my mini time skip sense is tingling =P))

Exorcise my violent insanity.
Share my distressing grief and die with me.

-One death every forty seconds-
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