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 Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 9:49 pm
 It had been a slow day, something Sethos noted in his mind with great distaste. In every attempt he'd tried to get someone to play with him (though, his idea of play was usually unfair and always ended in him bossing everyone around, something other lores knew by now) he'd been shot down, and the fact no one was doing what he wanted made Sethos annoyed. Whenever he was annoyed, he took a walk, he couldn't tell you why because it never helped, he simply did it to do it.
Possibly so he could brood, but one wouldn't honestly know.
He weaved through trees, a scowling expression glued to his face as he crunched over fallen leaves and twigs, some of which he was targeting many steps before he'd come to them- occasionally faltering just so he could. His red-stained ears flicked, causing his onslaught of plant-life massacre to cease for a moment. Somewhere in the distance Sethos could hear the sound of a river, it was faint, but it was ahead.
"Wherever water is, there's usually fish..." his strangely low voice told himself, "... I don't want to go to the effort."
Maybe not for food, but the idea of just enjoying the river and what calmness it had to offer was a new idea that presented itself to his mind, an idea Sethos stopped and thought about before soundly approving. If he were lucky, he figured, maybe he could toss a rock into the river, and maybe it would hit a fish. That would make his day much better.
The farther in he went the thicker the foliage got, and the less light that was able to shine through from lack of breaks in the trees. It felt a bit ominous, especially alone, but he could hear the river become closer with every step; it started to feel like some kind of exciting adventure.
There it was, the sound was blaringly close now, just beyond a few trees. He smiled to himself, a very small and invisible smile while wondering what that river might feel like on his feet. The state of mind broke at the sound of something different, not natural by what Sethos knew a river made.
"Sounds like someone splashing. Who's in my river?" the natural deep frown returned to his face as he began to storm his way to the riverbed.
Breaking free of the trees and their heavy umbrella of shadow, he stepped straight into the sunlight that shone over the coverless bed, hand going up to shield his eyes as they adjusted.
He couldn't see who it was yet, but he knew they were there, "Who's in here, this is my river you know. Go on, who's here?" he demanded firmly, trying to stand tall as he spoke.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:41 pm
 He really was spoiled. He'd come to realize that when he was finally thrust out into the wilderness, forced to take care of himself, fend for himself. He missed having a warm bed, food prepared specially for him, kind, envious eyes that always watched him. The latter had made him rather uncomfortable, at first, but he had grown fond of them, preferring the company of his emperor over all others.
He missed that life. But there was no time to dwell on such things, now; that morning, the biggest concern on Ju-long's mind was washing his hair. He had never had to wash it himself, before, and it had been an exhausting few hours' worth of an attempt. His hair was so long, and thick, and... well, silky, he noted with a pleased smile. He truly did have lovely hair, probably his best feature. Or perhaps his eyes, a lovely shade of green. Both had been complimented regularly by the emperor, and both he had come to be intensely proud of. Thus, although it was a hassle, he refused to chop his hair off. Doing so would taint the last thing he had of his old life: his memories.
But here he was, being so sentimental. Rolling his eyes, Ju-long set back to what he had been doing since that morning; his hair pulled over his shoulder, he knelt down to dip it in the water again, admiring the way it spread and fanned out. Water seemed to only intensify colors, make them stand out and become softer. When he pulled back, he combed his fingers through the thick mass, set in tight waves from the braid it had previously been bound in. It would be a chore to braid it back again. He hadn't the faintest idea how to do it.
He'd noticed it before the creature had emerged, the noises. Twigs snapping, leaves crunching, someone making their way through the forest and in his direction. It wasn't strange to him that they would target the river. After all, he had. It was a basic instinct, he supposed, and was actually quite proud of himself for finding it so quickly. When the creature emerged, Ju-long only looked over his shoulder, eyes half-moons and bored.
"Who's in here, this is my river you know. Go on, who's here?"
"I am," he responded boldly, inclining his chin toward the one he had dubbed 'loud, noisy intruder'. His tone and expression bore it all: what right did he have to claim ownership of a wild river, and to barge in on him when he was bathing? Well, not so much bathing as simply rinsing his heavy hair, but he felt immediate resentment, anyway, biting it back the best he could manage. He calmed himself, turning back around. Alright, he thought, staring down at his reflection. I will give him a chance. One.
He continued to comb through his hair, paying no further mind to the twilif. One would generally know the danger of presenting their back so casually to a stranger, but he had grown up surrounded by guards and protectors. He hadn't known danger and been aware of it. He fell silent, and knew the impression he was giving off; that he was ignoring him, although this wasn't the case. Still, it would be interesting to see how the other reacted, at least. He knew he couldn't bear being ignored, himself, but... well, he had also been told he was one of a kind.
Ah, yes. He was certainly one of a kind. Precious, valued, and important, and this boy would do well to realize that. He would see to it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 10:53 pm
The two simple words he'd heard in reply to his question made Sethos grit his teeth; was it really hard for someone to just answer his question like he wanted? It certainly must have been, since no one ever did it right. That only pissed him off. He struggled to try and see who it was that was talking, but the light was still too strong, all he could see was a dark blur in the water as he squinted. Sethos took a few careful steps closer, his mouth open slightly in a snarl.
When finally his eyes began to adjust to the light, he blinked a few times and could finally see whoever it was that had spoken to him in more detail. As Sethos' vision cleared he was met with the sight of long green hair that cascaded in waves to the water, and it was all he really could make out of the other twilif, their hair was so long. Too damn long, he thought, must be some woman come to bathe.
Internally he stopped and thought about that, if only for a brief second. If this were a woman, then he should leave. Though Sethos didn't understand why, he knew that it was proper to leave a lady alone when she was trying to wash herself. But she hadn't reacted in a way that seemed angry he'd intruded, which caused him to reason that this woman must not mind, and that he could kick her out of the river.
Not yet, however, he wanted to know what she looked like, first. Unless she's just a clump of hair...
He stepped slowly over to the mass of green, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. When he felt he was close enough, Sethos reached out slowly and grabbed at a handful of silky hair, pushing it back to try and find a face somewhere in it.
"Who's this 'I'?" he grumbled, his frown somehow managing to deepen, "'I' isn't a name. What's your name, girl. What are you doing."
Sethos' hands continued to adventure away at the hair, even though all it was getting him was his fingers tangled.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 3:45 am
He flinched, startled and unable to respond quickly enough to prevent what followed: fingers tangled in his long, beautiful hair. All at once, anger bubbled in his throat, wishing to spill out in a colorful slew of words detailing exactly how he felt at being handled so casually. Then, he realized he'd been called a girl.
"Excuse me?" he asked, raising an arm to prevent the intruder from getting tangled in his hair any further. It annoyed him, the way he said questions like they weren't questions, and just waltzed up and began manhandling him. Did the creatures around here have no manners? Not surprising, he decided with a huff of breath, since they were out in the middle of nowhere.
However, it was still inexcusable. No one treated him in such a manner. He rose, gently tugging his hair free of the unwanted hand.
"My name is Ju-long, and I am a male." Dark eyes narrowed, gaze scrutinizing as he looked over the other twilif - well, good, another twilif. That was refreshing, at least. He hadn't seen another one of his own kind in... well, he didn't know. Perhaps never. He summoned his rage again, disappointed to find it only reared itself in another annoyed huff.
"You are incredibly rude. Do not touch me. And be grateful that I introduced myself, because it is common courtesy to give one's name before asking for others'." With that, he looked at him expectantly, eyebrows drawn high and demanding. "Well? Tell me your name."
As he let the words roll of his tongue, it occurred to him that his hair - his precious, silky hair - was now messy and cried for retribution. Sweeping it over his shoulder, Ju-long wasted no time in directing the twilif to what he had previously been molesting, seemingly mollified in knowing that the one who had done the damage would surely work to fix it. After all, how could he refuse? His hair was long and desirable; the boy hadn't been able to contain himself earlier, after all. He spoke with the confidence of one who had known a pampered life.
"Oh, and now that you've wrecked what I worked so hard to untangle, you must fix my hair until it is twice as beautiful as it was before. Come and comb it for me."
Counting the inevitability of the twilif's compliance as another personal victory, he sat back down, sweeping a hand underneath his hair to pull it back. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind that the twilif would refuse and leave - no, that was impossible. He had never been told 'no' before, and didn't plan on experiencing it. The word was exclusive to his use, alone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:48 pm
At first he wanted to say no, but instead Sethos grunted and began to work his fingers back through the other’s hair as he was demanded. Not because the other commanded it, but because it gave him a reason to keep touching his hair. It really was soft, and very long, it felt nice to play with even just a little bit. Sethos was almost a little jealous; he couldn’t do anything with his own hair. Absently, a hand lifted to his head and tugged at the black strands of hair, it felt nothing like Ju-long’s. He sat comparing for a moment, wondering how he even managed to get it that nice. Actually, come to think of it, everything about the twilif was nice, nicer than what he had to work with, anyway.
With such nice, soft, hair and attractive features it was hard for Sethos to believe that Ju-long was a man, like he insisted. He didn’t think men were nice, he’d seen lots of men and never thought that once about any of them. It made his face frown in confusion as he focused all his attention back on the green hair before him, working out little tangles as he went. This boy seemed sassy, and was already being a mouthy push-over; he wasn’t going to argue with him more over it. It didn’t feel like a topic he wanted to talk about out loud, anyway.
“I’m Sethos,” he huffed, “I’m not rude. Shut up, or I’ll mess your hair up more.” The threat seemed like a lethal one for someone who took so much pride in his hair, so Sethos was sure that it would be effective. “I don’t have to introduce myself if I don’t want to. That’s a stupid idea.”
He ran his fingers down to the tips of his hair a few times, making sure all of the tangles were out, and began to section off three chunks. With some pre-practiced skill, Sethos started to braid the twilif’s hair with careful, gentle hands.
“You didn’t answer me; what are you doing?” he glanced up from his work to the back of Ju-long’s hair, “Who comes out to a lake like this alone? Don’t men usually bathe in groups?” he looked up quickly and cocked a brow at him before looking back down at his work.
The braid, as he finished, was kinked in one spot. It made him growl as he pulled it out in frustration and start again, not caring whether that had hurt the twilif’s head or not to do. Even if it had, what was he going to do about it? b***h and moan, probably. If he did, Sethos silently decided he would just tug on his hair again.
He wasn't much of a thinker...
"So much damn, stupid, hair..." the braiding quickened as he tried desperately to get it right in the one troubling spot.
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