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 Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 8:32 pm
A month had passed since the two had seen each other face to face, maybe not a full month but a good amount of time, and the blond Magic student found himself standing outside the door of the dorm that belonged to the school of Science and Technology.
The sun was setting behind him as he peered at the building, his thin shadow cast against its walls, and for perhaps the fifth or sixth time since he'd walked his way over here Micajah sighed and looked down at his feet.
"It's not hard, just go in and ask where his room his. You know he got promoted and that's why you haven't seen him in a while, so he should have a new room here. You've gone in and asked for Scyeth's room, so asking for Cane's room shouldn't be any harder."
Of course he felt stupid just talking to himself as he counted reasons for why he did and did not want to go in there and simply ask, but the desire to see a certain tanned Native was making his heart pound and his brain start to skip out on logic.
"Okay. I'm going to go....home. And find out tomorrow."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 8:37 pm
Cane was, to be honest, rarely in his room. Unlike Mica, who tended to bury himself in solitude with a good book or two, Cane was usually doing things. Working out, learning, examining the world around him. His room was only for resting, really. The native had just finished a swim in the pool, when he'd glanced outside for a view of the setting sun, and saw his favorite blonde.
Clad in his uniform, for once wearing the jacket on his wide torso, the stocky male felt his expression instantly change to a grin as he approached quietly and placed a large hand on Micajah's shoulder. "Kumama, I've missed you."
He was indeed quite blunt.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 8:45 pm
Micajah was easily startled, too easy in fact, and he let out a mild shriek as a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He quickly wheeled out from under Cane's hand and seemed to twist around funny to see who it was that spoke to him, his body moving oddly as he tried to keep his balance. Lucky for him he managed to do so without falling down or stepping on his jacket, a rare feat for someone who's state of clumsy depended on their current emotional state, and he clasped a hand to his chest as he looked up to see....
Cane. Cane.
Cane.
Micajah wasn't too sure about what to do next, his brain happy and still slightly upset that he'd been startled, but his body was far more honest with itself as he took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around Cane's torso in a tight hug.
He'd missed him too, more than he wanted to admit, and the feeling of seeing him again outweighed his desire to tell him off for scaring him senseless.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 8:51 pm
A low laugh came from the teen and large arms held Micajah close, briefly lifting the smaller boy off the ground. "That's a good reaction." He stood in the embrace for a good, long minute before pulling away and capturing the pale boy's hand with his large one. "You want to see my room?" A grin and a flourish. "My uniform."
Without really waiting for a response, the headstrong native led Micajah inside the building and down toward the student dorms. "You look thin." Cane made a note to give Mica a good meal. "Eat with me, yes?" Do other things with me. "I am sorry we've been apart."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:03 pm
"Not so much your room, I wanted to see you...and your new uniform. I wanted to tell you congratulations on your promotion as soon as I'd heard, but . . ."
I couldn't bring myself to look for you.
He let himself trail off in his thoughts as Cane took his head and lead him ahead, a smile crossing his face as he walked behind before slowly moving up to walk at Cane's side, and for a moment he was at peace until he felt something warm press against his neck from the collar of his shirt. Right away his cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he clapped his free hand against his neck, almost like he was smacking away an annoying insect.
"I would love to eat with you, I think I haven't had a chance to eat all day. I've been trying to learn how to summon familiars and it's...a little rocky."
The warmth against his neck only grew as Cane apologized for their time apart, and soon it was like a tiny burn that stung. He would have done something about it if it were something he wasn't trying to hide, but instead he merely rubbed the hand that had been sitting there over it like he was trying to scuff whatever it was out.
"No...I...I should have sought you out sooner than this. I just..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:10 pm
"It is okay. We will not be apart like that again, any time soon." Another moment and Cane was unlocking a door, pushing it open, letting Mica enter, and shutting it behind himself. Instantly he pulled the blonde to him, his kiss heated. He pressed against the paler boy firmly, backing him toward the bed... Then pulled away, shaking his head with a rueful grin.
"Ah, food, yes?" He waved a large hand around the room. "A tour, and catching up?" He had to remind himself, Micajah was an emotional, subtle creature. Cane's room was interesting, more his own than when he'd shared with Bronte. His native decorations were on the walls, photos of the reservation, his grandmother and he as a small boy with a wrench in hand. Carvings were on various surfaces, along with dried plants and his own sketches of mechanical designs and nature.
It was Cane's room, and it smelled like the river.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:22 pm
Micajah's heart probably jumped from his chest to his pants the moment Cane's lips met his, and there was no denying to himself now or ever again that he did not enjoy the feeling of kissing this other teen male. It was like all the wariness he'd been feeling over the past times they'd be apart hadn't happened, he wasn't stressed anymore, and for a moment he could even ignore the burning that rushed against his neck with fluttering wings.
Of course the moment was brief, a mild disappoint which seemed to shock Micajah a little, and he smiled back at the older teen as he moved around to take a better look at all the photographs. They were so cute, he had to chuckle at the younger Cane and marvel at the pretty woman that was (likely) his Grandmother, but it made him wonder if he had any photos of himself as a child. He couldn't recall ever sitting for one . . .
"Yes, please. I'm all yours to do with as you please."
....That came out wrong.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:27 pm
Well, that sure came out right.
Cane's grin was huge, and he shook his head again before moving to the small kitchen. Turning, he noticed Micajah's gaze and shrugged. "That is the first picture I have with Grandmother Cherokee. She had raised me since I was very young." A glance back to the cupboards. "What are you in the mood for, Kumama? I shall attempt to please you."
The feeling of arousal was nothing new to Canaan, and he was rather used to going about life despite the fact that he was excited. In fact, he was simply happy that his butterfly was around again. "I have even been reading on my own." A laugh.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:36 pm
"Hm, anything will be fine. I'm not really a picky eater when it comes to food, so I'm sure I'll love anything you make. I'm used to eating my own cooking you know, and that's something that would kill anyone."
He still looked at the photos as Cane chattered to him, and as the older teen mentioned he was reading on his own for a moment his heart fell, like he was sad that Cane didn't need him, but he also felt a sense of happiness for the other knowing that his companion was slowly growing and learning properly.
"Really? That's good to hear. I bet it would be just too awkward for me to always be with you in your classes, what with me being in Magic and all. It would be like I was majoring in both paths that way."
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 8:32 pm
"It is too bad, though. I miss having an excuse to look at you all day." A large grin from Cane as he admitted one of his many reasons for choosing Micajah as his tutor. As he was feeling.... In a hurry, the native decided not to cook something new and went to the mini-fridge to pull out leftovers. Shepherd's Pie. Delicious and filling. Three layers of cheese, a layer of lamb and vegetables, and a layer of potatoes. It took only a few minutes to heat up, and Cane dished it out for his blonde love.
A long, heated look as he handed over a plate, a fork, and a glass of juice. "How long can you stay, tonight?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 8:46 pm
Micajah felt his temperature slowly rise at Cane's grin and his words about wanting to look at him all day, but he did his best to chuckle and shrug it off. There was no point in getting so excited, even if his chest no longer ached in a manner he didn't understand, so he was doing his best to stay calm about it all.
"Hmm? I don't have anywhere to be, I've finished all my classes and am not expecting anyone, so...until you kick me out?"
Micajah didn't register that he could have said 'all night' and it would have been okay, instead actually thinking it all over and making sure, but he smiled when he knew everything was clear.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 8:52 pm
"That is good. Take your time eating." Cane wolfed his own portion down rather quickly [he was a big guy, after all] Putting his dish in the skin, the stocky teen got a glass of water to drink while he sat on his bed, watching the blonde.
His hands traveled over to a half-finished carving of their own accord and got to work. Yet another gift for the magic student across the room. This was quickly turning into a butterfly, much like Chon in appearance. It would be finished by the next day, at the rate Cane was going. "I will not kick you out, so you may stay as long as you like."
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:06 pm
"Alright."
Micajah took a forkful of the food slowly, probably never having seen anything like this before so he didn't know what to expect, but as soon as it passed his lips he let out a small pleased sound as he enjoyed the taste. It certainly was something different and he liked it.
"Did you make this yourself?"
It was a dumb question, seeing as he couldn't recall the cafeteria or the food court having food like this, and to shut himself up from saying anything else that was stupid he placed another forkful into his mouth. He wasn't a slow eater by any means, nor a careful one, but he could be both when he was trying to keep himself from saying anything stupid.
From where he was sitting his back was slightly to Cane, his head bent over his plate as he ate, and from the collar of his shirt what looked like the tip of a wing could just barely be seen. . .
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:14 pm
"Mmmn." It was an affirmative noise, and Cane glanced up briefly, when something caught his eye.
"Chon!" A pleased noise came from Canaan's throat and he leaned forward, large fingertips brushing the back of Micajah's neck as he let the poor butterfly familiar have freedom at last. "You must show more care with your little brother, Mica." A large smile and the native sat back against the wall, the creature on his fingertip. "Would you like to watch? I am making your likeness, little kumama." He didn't seem at all embarassed to be speaking to a butterfly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:21 pm
Micajah's whole body tensed as Cane's fingers brushed against him, his body shivering underneath the other's touch, and as soon as Chon flew out and free into the air its color changed from a pleased pink to a very, very dark shade of burgundy. Its wings were almost the color of a rich wine that would be poured for special meals, and as the butterfly flew in front of Micajah the boy nearly chocked on his food as he moved his hands to clap around it.
"!!!"
He coughed a bit as everything made its way down the right tubes this time, his body have a little spasm, and through the cracks in his fingers he could see that the wings of Chon still stayed their color.
"This was way I had you hidden . . ."
Micajah raised his hands to his lips as he murmured softly, his heart pounding now that the indication of his heart was free for Cane to see.
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