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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:09 pm
(( It's beautiful. . . I would buy that! ^0^ S'okay. I get called too sometimes. ))
Armand noticed the concentration on Icarus's face as he painted in what the assumed was the background. It was mesermising. . . And his stare was only broken when the young man stood and went over to a bare space on the wall then began to hammer a nail in to the wall. He winced at the sudden noise in the silent atmosphere, his face holding the troubled look for a minute as he watched Icarus go over to his closet and pull out a plastic bag. His eyes slowly following the boy back to the stand, he realise that it was another painting.
"You like to paint. Mostly anything." It was more a statement than a question, but if Icarus want to affirm it he was welcome to. His eyes left the boy for the painting. It was fuller now, almost a photograph of the real thing. All the paintings in here must be his. . .
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:19 pm
Why does this one image huant me? "Hmm." was all he said as he cleaned the brushes. The painting in fron of him was one of many but the others were finished. All the paintings that he had in the closet held his memory of how his father had died. After his father had died everything seemed to go down hill except his grades.
Icarus picked up a brush and mixed two colors to make a dirty blonde, he painted hair first, then part of a face and then he started on the body. The body was clothed in torn pajama bottoms and the person had no shirt on. The mans back was covered in bruises and cuts, he was bent over something protectively.
"Stupid, you should have stayed with mom..." he whispered as he started to paint the figure that was under the man.
((To bad I can't paint like Icarus can^^))
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:32 pm
For the first time in about five minutes, Armand moved somehting other than his eyes. He took his listless steps over to Icarus, as he spoke. The boy said something peculiar. Having a feeling it had something to do with private past times, the vampire stayed quiet but continued to walk over until he stopped behind the blonde. He turned his back to the sun, mildly annoyed by it, and folded his arms over his chest. After to sconds of looking at what the youth was painting, he remarked "That looks like an older you. Do you hurt like him?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:42 pm
Icarus jumped when his concentration was interrupted. "Do I hurt like him?" He was confused by the question. "Looks like an older me..." he laughed halfheartidly, "thats my father." the boy's eyes were sad but he went back to his painting. The figure underneath the man formed into a little boy and from there Icarus started to paint the mens faces that surrounded the two in the center.
Soon all the figures were people that held every little detail a real person from a photo would have and now the boy started to finish the background that was of a dark alley.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:59 pm
The vampire was suddenly narrowing his eyes at the painting. He turned and crawled onto to the bed, going to sit on the other side were there were only short beams of sunlight. Suddenly, as he pushed the dark thoughts of that painting from his mind, a rather dirty thought came to him. He froze, actually turning the light pink of a small blush before forcing his gaze to the furniture in the room. He could not believe himself! First, he never had little bad thoughts about mortals! They perished easily and so left the immortal heartbroken. Secondly, he, Armand de Romanus, did not blush! What had come over him!
"You paint things that you had seen before. Or experienced."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:07 pm
Icarus nodded. "Or imagine." He to what Armand had said. "What did you mean by 'do you hurt like him'?" the boy asked. His eyes stayed on the figure in the center of the painting as the brush in his hand sweaped across the canvas and finished the painting.
"Once this dry's it's going back in the closet with the others and never doming out." Icarus sighed and placed the brush in a tablet that held all his brushes. He looked at the vampire and noticed some color on his cheeks. Hope mom doesn't find her way here and finds this or any of the others.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:15 pm
Armand blinked a afew times, his shoulders momentarily tensing before his complexion returned to it's pale hue. He didn't dare catch Icarus's eye now, for it would be the end of him for sure. And by the end of him, he meant he might just drain him of his blood. But he didn't want that now did he! So the cloest and the bedframe pattern turned out to be much more interesting than one would have thought.
"Is your pain like his was?" He paused, thinking of another way to word it. It sounded perfectly fine to him, but the olden day speech was extravegant compared to now. He switched between the two easily and without thinking. "You you feel like he did back then."
He slowly turned his gaze to Icarus's hands, the scab there proving a worthy distaction from his facial features.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:22 pm
Icarus frowned. "No. His was much worse...atleast from the way he looked and sounded." He bit his lip and thought for a moment. "He could barely move, his features were distorted by pain and fear for his only child." The way he was talking made it sound as if he was just a thing of the past and no longer in this world.
"He gave his son something that had been passed from father to son for generations and told him to run in a weak voice." Icarus stopped and stood up, he limped over to the closet and searched through it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:35 pm
Armand's triceps tightened. He could feel the stress in his arms from doing so, and it didn't help relieve the images that Icarus's sob-story had put into this mind. He looked up at the boy sluggishly as he limped over to the closet, clearing his mind of those painful sounding thoughts. Painful for a family. Family was another thing Armand had never really known, but it sounded like a good thing. . . to have a family.
"Sounds tragic," he managed to say without sarcasm. He raised his hand to his head, running his fingers through his hair. "What did you get? Please don't tell me it was a paintbrush."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:50 pm
((Icarus's face stare ))
"Ha. Ha. I didn't paint when I was seven. And he gave me that necklace I usualy wear around me neck." Icarus pulled out a black nag filled with paintings. He brought it out of the closet and sat it next to his bed so he could put the painting that he had just finished in the bag once it had dried. Sitting on the bed, Icarus laid back, his legs hung off the bed. He stared up at the cieling thinking.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:08 pm
The vampire nodded, now understanding why the boy had wanted the necklace back so badly. That punch he had given certainly looked as if it had hurt. He scooted forward as the human male sat down on the bed then lay back. He looked down at the fair tanned face framed with blonde hair. If ever this was pay back, it was darned good. He leaned over him so that his crimson hazed eyes met with Icarus's ocean blue eyes.
"You smell delicious," the vampire commented, bringing his slender fingers to the boy's cheek and tracing down to his jaw. "I could just eat you up. . ."
(( If I was in Icarus's shoes, I would have so screamed, but stayed there strangely enough. that's just me ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:14 pm
((Really? Hmm....well lets see what my mind makes him do. twisted ))
Icarus stared at Armand when he leaned over him. "How do I smell good?" He furrowed his eyebrows and then he watched the vampires hand as it moved to his face. "....Umm...." The boy was confused, there was no way the vampire could eat him unless he ate his flesh and bones but he also thought of the blood part. He stayed still and watched Armand with cautious eyes.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:32 pm
Armand smirked. The scent on the boy's skin was suddenly intoxicating. His senses seemed to dull and shape themselves around Icarus, which frightened the vampire. He tilted his head to the side so that they weren't looking at each other from weird angles and set his arm over the boy's chest and onto the bed to support himself then replied to his question in a drawl.
"I honestly don't know. I've heard some children gushing over how good a chocolate covered something or the other smelt. It was some sort of candy, then they each had some," He smiled deviously, then bent down and gave Icarus's exposed neck a short lick. "And the way they looked like they were in heaven, is how you are. Like that candy, to me at least."'
As he spoke, he was telling Icarus and himself what he felt. He was trying to verify some of the confusion he felt, and it was working. Probably a fifteenth of the confusion was gone. He drew away slightly, the mischievious, cruel glint in his eyes reappearing as he chuckled lightly, still staring at the boy who was half under him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:41 pm
"candy?" He made it sound as if he never had any when in fact he used to eat a lot of chocolate. Icarus shivered when he was licked, he was wondering what Armand was doing. After his fathers death he had isolated himself in a way that he wouldn't let anyone get close to him."If you give a child any kind of candy they'll be in heaven until its gone and then they are little devils." The boys eyes moved from Armands crimson ones and looked at his hand that was on the other side of him. His blue eyes moved back to the vampires eyes, his heart started to beat faster when Icarus saw Armands mischievious, cruel eyes.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:55 pm
"Oh, but that's exactly what some call vampires, my little precious one. They call us death angels, satans, the devil's servents. . . Blood suckers, the undead. It's all the same. Pointing at one race."
He heard the boy's pulse begin to get faster before he felt it. His eyes closed and he leaned back, shifting away from Icarus and leaning instead against the bed frame.
"I won't feed off you now. That would be an unfair fight." His smile grew less devious and he folded his arms over his chest. The same predatorial Armand. . . Typical Achyls. "I'll wait till you're rested and you've eaten. Or else you'll go fainting or something along those lines. I'll tell you what you can't remember then also."
Feelind that he had made a good bargin, he fell silent. Iacrus could do as he wished, but if he left the apartment, Armand would leave him be with the next dire situation he was in. Either that or he would make one. For spite.
(( This is my last post for the night. Night Night Kit-chan! ))
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