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 Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 8:11 am
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...
Patrick bit his lip but nodded, wondering whether or not he would actually wait - did he want this conversation? Time alone to think would be much better...
The young man hugged his sister to his chest and smiled softly at the way she was wanting to play despite being half asleep. "Take care, both of you..." Patrick murmured, striding for home and easily balancing Emma in his arms without jostling her awake.
When they got home, he held his finger to his lips towards his mother so that Emma would remain asleep, sitting in the chair with her in his lap.
.. the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 8:36 am
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
With a toss of his long mane of blond hair, Taranieth dissapeared into the forest, biting his lip over the way Patrick was acting.
I don't understand... I feel like he's avoiding my gaze, like he doesn't want to see me, but only fifteen minutes ago he was so warm and happy! He didn't even laugh about the baby names, I thought it was something he'd find funny... And then he seemed like he was about to cry when he said that last comment... And yet... Why? He couldn't possibly be insulted that I made a joke about his hurting the baby, I've just mentioned that I'm sure he wouldn't. Why is he angry, why was he nearly crying right there... he wondered. It's almost as though he's hiding something... I'll make him spit it out when I see him tonight. I'm not going to worry over such a small matter... Oh, yes, I will. Damn it. I hate my head sometimes.No use worrying...
And yet he did for the rest of the evening, until it was near midnight and Keegan had to poke him and point him in the right direction.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:38 am
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...  Unable to truly think through dinner - namely, his mother's questions mingling with his sister's bickering as his father stayed silent - and therefore no happier, Patrick told his mother he was going to be gone for a few hours and not to wait up.
He had decided to go see Giselle, the sole female whose presence he could stand for more than an hour. Whenever he went there, they sat in a room all to themselves, talking, ranting and giggling as they consumed far too much alcohol.
However, they were true friends and therefore Patrick always left feeling lighter, as did Giselle.
Who would have known that meeting her at a ball would be so fortuitous? My- how beautiful the moon is! Patrick hiccuped and stumbled as he stared up at the orb on his way home, knowing that he'd arrive ten minutes after midnight but too pleasantly drunk to care.
His foot slipped as he tried to climb the tree outside of his window, making him fall back down to land in a heap, stifling giggles as he got back up.
Minor injuries, basically scratches and bruises, had left specks of blood from his forehead to his shoes as he finally got into his room. Stinking of whiskey and a little of Giselle's perfume - he'd reminded her it was hopeless unless she actually made a move, but as usual she'd ignored that advice - (they'd fallen over with Giselle landing on him) he stood up.... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:57 am
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
The Fae sat silently in the room, watching the clock that told him that not only was the man worrying him until they met, he had chosen today of all days to go off and be late meeting him, despite Taranieth's expectation he would be in bed by now.
Then he heard a dull thud. Someone was at the window. He hid himself in the closet, not wanting any bad surprises if someone looked in.
He sniffed the air. Patrick, overborne by liquor and an overwhelming perfume smell. The perfume was what bothered him. Is he trying to hide something? I thought I could trust him, I thought he wasn't that kind of a... but why? He opened the closet door, fury on his face, distorting the beautiful features into a terrifying mask. His eyes glowed with barely suppressed raw power. "You're late, you stink, there's perfume all over you and I'm pretty sure you're hiding something. I have been patient with you, I have given you your every wish, and this is how you reward me? By getting drunk? By acting like the lowest of humans? Explain. Now. Before I take the spell back and disappear from your sorry little life!" he snarled. There were tears in his eyes. I trusted him! I wanted him! He's human after all... he thought, yet he couldn't bring himself to leave. He wanted Patrick to explain, wanted to give him another chance. Wanted so badly to have been right in liking him. Loving him. Trusting him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 10:11 am
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...
Patrick blinked, folded his arms over his chest. He hadn't meant to be late, he'd just seriously needed to vent and it wasn't as though that room had a clock: the store 'cupboard' didn't need one.
The boy stared, then shook his head to glare back.
"Y-you're crying? You accuse me of being able to hurt a child - worse, ours! - and then you cry and tell me off?
Am I capable of being a liar? Yes. Kill to protect? Yes. Hurt a child? No way in hell!"
He jabbed a finger towards Taraneith and then overbalanced to land on the floor with a small giggle. "Just like before - both so clumsy! - told her she wastes her time, but 'til reeecently she told me the same - hic!"
Head turned to Taran, he shook his head solemnly without getting up. "Giselle watches her - mistress? lady? not sure- s-sure either word fits her - dancing around whilst getting depressed. Hiccup!
Bumped into her - hide in same corner - both noticed we were strange-!"
A small smile took over his face as his eyes closed, blood trickling down his cheek from a scratch to his forehead. "Only one I can talk to that's female, and viceee verseee-hic!"
This drunk, he'd answer any question that didn't strike him as dangerous truthfully: a rare opportunity.
... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 10:29 am
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
Through his state of absolute fury the Fae heard the words Giselle, Mistress, and Dancing around. And they were no good at all for his mood.
He hissed angrily. How dare he do this to me? He pulled a bottle from his pocket, which contained Liir, the faerie anti-alcohol drink. There was no talking to the man in this condition. He grabbed him, pushing him to the ground and straddling him so he could pour the mixture down his throat.
"Now, explain properly what you've been doing for the past few hours and also, why the word Mistress came up in your drunken babble." he said, breathing heavily. "I have all night, take as long as you want. If you haven't convinced me by morning I'm leaving. And I'm asking Keegan to make absolutely sure I never come back."
He lifted off the human, going over to sit on the bed with his arms crossed, a mix of anger and sadness on his face.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 10:58 am
The interrupted interlude will haunt me...
Patrick sputtered, coughing at the foul taste of the Liir. "What did you just feed me?! It's disgusting stuff, that! Not so bad as Giselle's perfume - lathered it on because some idiot told her that women like it!
That may even be true for all I know of women, but seriously - not that much! Don't worry, I made sure to tell her she'd overdone it..."
Then he came back to himself and slowly registered what Taraneith had said. "Giselle's 'mistress' - also known as 'lady' - though why you're balking at the use of the word when you told me to call you 'Master', I don't know!"
He scoffed. "You'll have to meet her, I suppose, and you ought to be kissing her feet: wouldn't be sane without our chats, and tonight she ordered me to march back here even though we knew I'd be late. Takes an hour to walk to her village, longer to walk back when I'm drunk and stumbling."
He folded his own arms and gave a small glare back, unaware of the way his eyes were floating again.
"I didn't want to have this discussion - hate crying, and it hurt when you seemed to think I could hurt any child, especially our own.
So the best idea I had was therapy with my sole female friend - only possible for us to be friends because we're both 'strange': I'd never try groping her and she'd never try to do that to me either.
Poor thing's in love with a woman - her 'mistress', the one who she works for."
The young man waited to see whether or not he would be believed, not backing down from his glare or stance.
We got drunk because she's the only one I trust when it comes to that sort of thing: at parties I avoid any form of drink unless I know it's purely water, since I've watched the way such a potent beverage can be used to seduce - or rape - a person...
If he doesn't believe me, then I'm going right back to Giselle and downing another bottle, 'cause at least then my thoughts are muddled enough to be amusing!
... the only question: are these thoughts pleasant or troublesome?
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:13 am
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
It took the Fae a moment to absorb the fact that the escapade had been entirely harmless and caused by his own foolish joke plus a misunderstanding. But when it did, he burst out laughing.
"I was balking... because I thought... you were calling someone mistress..." he laughed out. "And I told you that I would never believe you capable of hurting a child! I'd love to meet her if she's someone you like, though I'm unsure how to arrange that. I thought you were hiding something and it turns out you thought I thought you'd hurt a baby and you got all heartbroken! You fool, Patrick, if I truly thought you were that bad I would have asked for a different form of payment! I asked you to live with me, pretty one. Now come, let's get you to bed, your mother will notice if you're tired all week and you practically haven't slept."'
He pulled him into his arms and hugged him tight. "For a moment there I thought you were lying to me. I'm glad for us both that you weren't."
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 2:35 pm
You claim to trust me...
Patrick relaxed into him, but harrumphed and forced himself to mumble, "I haven't quite forgiven you, you know. No matter how attractive you are, or how comfortable I am with you: such comments should be obviously unfair!"
Gently, he poked a finger into Taraneith's shoulder. "Hope you don't expect a quiet wife, or one that obeys every whim you have..."
From outside, crashing could clearly be heard, accompanied by low giggles. Not loud enough to disturb those sleeping, of course, but to those awake it was a beacon. This became worse when the woman began speaking in a whisper.
"P-Patttyyy? Which house is yours? Oh! Um... tree... window... there!"
Giselle stood at the bottom of the tree and glowered up at the window. "If you are not Patrick, and I mean Patrick Raphael Smith, then I promise to scream when I get up this tree, and he - as my best," a scoff, "only male friend - shall come running! So be warned!"
Patrick's eyes had been bugging out of his skull, but now he had two instant reactions: first to roll his eyes, and the second to leap out of Taraneith's arms.
"What, does she think I'm a boxer?!"
Followed swiftly by: "She wants to climb a tree?! She's never done that, she told me so! Stupid girl: going to fall! Damnit, of all the times to visit me, and for the first time too! Such completely rubbish timing!
He growled, standing at the window to talk to her. "Giselle, you don't put a single foot on that tree, or I swear you'll break your stupid, girlish neck!
... but how long will that last?
((I'm thinking that Giselle's a general RPC and if you wanna rp her...? Oh! I was thinking that they had an inside joke where she's a girl and a lady, but not a woman, and Pat's a boy and a gentleman since neither of them have the 'correct tastes' in life partners. ie, a 'woman' is supposed to lust after a men (publicly anyway) and a 'man' is supposed to lust after women (again, publicly).
Gent and lady because, despite the other things, they do have perfect/almost perfect manners and politeness when forced to be around other people...
Hopefully that wasn't too confusing? )) sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 3:20 am
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
The Fae listened more to the comments about how attractive he was and how comfortable the human felt than he did the ones bout how the human wasn't planning on being totally submissive. "I don't mind your having a mind of your own- If I wanted someone who obeyed my every order I would have a doll made." he said, kissing the other's hair.
Then there was the commotion outside.
Taranieth chuckled at the coincidence, though he wasn't particularly pleased that Patrick had left his embrace. Were it up to him they would be cuddling about thirty minutes out of every thirty-one. "Well, it seems I may meet her after all. What do you think she'd do if I showed myself? Is it wise?" he whispered quickly.
Giselle was as drunk as Patrick had been, so her way of climbing the tree was to flop down at its base and somehow hope she'd get up to Patrick's room. "Then come on down!" she replied.
Taranieth began to wonder exactly what kind of friends they were... and also, what possessed her to wear that amount of perfume. He could smell it easily from where he stood. He wondered how long he might tolerate her presence if he stood beside her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:41 am
You claim to trust me...
Patrick looked to Taraneith. "I told her how wonderful you are, but I didn't tell her you weren't human. I know she can keep a secret, but with her drunk it might be best to stay as you are without telling her you're a Faery: then she can assume she imagined the length of your ears and anything else that's not human."
His expression apologetic, he went to Taran and kissed his cheek sweetly. "I just want to make sure you're safe, and if she were to be told right this second, she might yell or something - not intentending harm, of course, but simply unable to think of why it might not be a wise idea!"
He paused to hug Taraneith before sighing and letting go. "I'll have to carry her up 'cause she definitely can't climb! But you won't mind wil you?" He asked, sudden confusion darkening his expression.
Patrick wasn't sure why he'd felt the need to ask - it wasn't as though Giselle attracted him, nor was she about to grope him if she held on - yet he instinctively knew that Taran might not like him carrying anyone bigger than a child...
"Paaattyyy are you coming or do I start climbing? It's too cold down here!" The whine came from below as Giselle folded her arms over her chest in impatience.
... but how long will that last?
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:49 am
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
The Fae had a fleeting second of annoyance that Patrick was going to touch the girl's body, but sighed and nodded. "Thank you for asking." he said.
He sat on the bed to wait for Patrick to get her, looking out the window expectantly, wondering what it was this girl looked like and a little disappointed that he could only talk to her while she was drunk. Rational conversation was hard even with a sober human, he didn't enjoy further complications.
Keegan, meanwhile, watched from the safety of the forest.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:58 am
You claim to trust me...
Well it was either Taraneith or me, and since she doesn't know him she'd kick up a fuss, so it's better that it's me... Patrick mused as he slipped easily out the window and down the tree to the ground.
Hands on hips, he glared playfully at her. "You choose now to come? Oh well, that's what you get when you tell people they can visit whenever - mind you, Adrian and Taran are the only other people who have such an invitation, and Adrian never really used it either unless it was perfect daylight..."
As he spoke he was gently gathering her in his arms as though she were a child, cradling her to him as he climbed the tree. When he reached the window he placed her on her feet first, hand on her back just in case she stumbled.
Knowing Taraneith wouldn't like it, he again made the apologetic face, murmuring as he slipped through the window, "She's a friend, it's what I do when I think she's about to topple over..."
... but how long will that last?
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 9:55 am
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
Taranieth sighed, but he didn't really mind. Patrick looking apologetic was cute enough to excuse practically any crime, and he was too busy fighting the impulse to just drag him onto the bed to really care much the cause of the look. And the smell was also rather distracting. At times, humans had advantages- one of them was that their senses, duller, didn't bother them as much.
And even for a human, the heady perfume was slightly overpowering.
He turned to the girl. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Taranieth. I believe you may have heard me talked of as Taran, Ta, or Tar, Patrick seems to prefer shortening my name. Not that I blame him, it is a rather odd and long one." he said, bowing politely. "You are Giselle, I presume?"
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