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 Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:35 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy gave a little moan of enjoyment when Ephraim decided to deepen the kiss He tugged lightly on the hair on the back of the boy's head and pushed the boy back onto the bed, one hand moving to slip under the back of his shirt. Then the worst thing he could have ever imagined happened... The sound of someone clearing their throat met the street rat's ears and he opened his eyes to glance over at the door. It was wide open and That wouldn't have been a big problem, but Stetson was standing there looking awkward as all hell. Andy immediately released hold of Ephraim and jumped up from the bed, headed for the door to the balcony. It was just as Andy was grasping the handle to the balcony door that He saw Eph use magic to entrap the guy in HIS room and close the door.
"W-What are you doing! He'll kill me!"
Andy shook with fear. Not only would rumor spread that he was a total f*****t, but Stetson would also beat him to a pulp in his own room. The kid moved to stand three yards in front of the trapped man. His fear was melting and replaced by anger. Why did Stetson break into his room in the first place. He was having a very pleasant time until the a** ruined it!
"What the hell do you have to say for yourself Stetson? I was having a very pleasant time until you went and ruined it! You have no idea how violated I feel, How Violated you might have made Poor Ephraim feel. I mean come on! The door was locked Mate. That means you must have taken the time to pick the lock and you were planning on doing what exactly? Choking me out again?"
The truth was Andy was starting to warm up to the idea that he had Stetson trapped. For once he had the upper hand thanks to his new found friend. Andy looked to the kid and couldn't help but smile. He stepped over to the boy and put an arm around his waist, bring him over to stand in front of Stetson so that he cold really get a good look at the two of them.
"How should we deal with him Eph? Can I call ya Eph?"
Andy thought it was a cute nickname but wasn't sure the boy would be into it and he didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings. At least now now he didn't, now that he saw what Ephraim was capable of. Boy oh boy, if the kid ever got angry at him Andy wouldn't stand a chance. Andy turned his attention back to Stetson and shook his head chuckling.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself Stetson? Or do you just like peeping on boys so much you couldn't stop yourself?"
Andy rubbed Eph's side softly and glanced at him, giving a strong now confident smile. He had never expected to have any way to fight back. Especially not having a way to fight back and a sexy young magic user to kiss.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:49 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
((Oh man, you weren't kidding Dragon.)) Schraeder was not expecting to be grabbed, and certainly not by living wood from all around him. It wrapped around his arms and legs and held him tight. It was all the King could do to keep from flailing as hard as he could to escape: he was extremely claustrophobic, and being held in one place made him extremely uncomfortable. But not in front of these two...never in front of Aladdin. "Actually," Schraeder said, sounding completely at ease with the situation, "I can to apologize, Ends - I mean, Andy. What I did in the forest was disgraceful, and it was a mistake. I don't know why I did it, but I came to tell you that it was wrong and I don't plan to do it again." He coughed. "It's also not my position to judge what you were doing, and I have better things to do than spread gossip, so don't worry about that." He shifted his gaze over at Ephraim. "And I don't know you, but I would advise you to release me. If not, then you should either kill me or prepare for a real storm to be going on around you." He looked Ephraim straight in the eyes without wavering as he spoke; he would be released, or he would destroy this young man.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:22 pm
 Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice Andy and Stetson's banter washed over Ephraim without leaving him any idea what they had said. He was intently focused on Stetson, urging the tendrils to tighten even more. "It's also not my position to judge what you were doing, and I have better things to do than spread gossip, so don't worry about that."
"Oh, I'm not worried Stetson. I do not normally use my magic outside of class but today has been filled with exceptions to that effect." He glanced at Andy before he continued. He could not entirely believe that he was still there. Every other boy Ephraim had been with fled when someone found out but somehow, here Andy was with his arm around Ephraim's waist confronting the very person who could easily ruin his life. They were standing at the edge of a precipice; if they could only take the next step, Ephraim believed that they could be something, together. "As such, I don't think using a little more could hurt anything. If you are true to your word, and on your pride and honor as royalty, do you agree to never speak of what you have seen and known tonight?" At this, Ephraim's eyes seemed to glow slightly. This was because he was using the magic bond spell on Stetson. If he willingly agreed to never speak of tonight to another soul, the bond would be created. If he broke his word, the spell would strip him of his kingship. Ephraim looked back into the King's eyes as he attempted to threaten him. "If you agree, I shall free you from your bonds. If you don't agree, may you rot here for all eternity."
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:43 pm
oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N "For all eternity? Here? That's a long time... Can't we just choke him out? I can dump him outside and we can pretend like this never happened? I mean... What the hell do I care if everyone knows I kissed you? It's not like I'm ashamed or anything?"
Andy leaned over and kissed the boy's cheek softly, then turned to look at Stetson, he shook his head and sighed. The guy was really a big pain for him. Always had been, and it looked like he always would be. Andy wanted to humiliate the man for breaking into his room... He wanted to cut off his hair, draw lude images on his forehead with a sharpie and cut the left leg off of all of his pants. It was that kind of thing that really made the kid tick. He knew how to annoy a man.
"What do you mean you only came here to Apologize? You Broke into my room! And now you want to say you're sorry for almost ending my life? You were not apologizing! You were trying to threaten me. And I still hold my word. You don't scare me Stetson, and you can't push me around anymore."
Andy squeezed Ephraim lightly then let him go to take a step closer to Stetson. Hopefully the wood would hold him. Andy didn't think he could win in a fight, the only reason he wasn't climbing off the balcony right then was because Eph had his back.
"You broke into my room and interrupted a very private moment. Now unless you want me to take this out on you in my own ways you need to make it up to me Stetson. How would you feel if I did that to you?"
Andy crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back slightly. He looked casual, comfortable, uninterested. But inside he was incredibly happy. He knew Stetson hated this, being trapped, having Andy right there to see him in all his weakness. The street rat Shot his nemesis a cocky grin and leaned forward so that they were only a foot and a half apart. If he didn't do as Ephraim wanted Andy would choke him out himself... And it would be a pleasure.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 12:19 am
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder heard what Ephraim had to say, and it was very important indeed. This was the kind of thing that could not be taken lightly, and Schraeder knew it. But he stood by what he said; he would not be so petty as to air someone else's laundry for his own entertainment or agenda. Of course, Andy felt the need to butt in, which served to enrage the King more. Yes, Schraeder had come to apologize, but that was no reason to have to put up with this crap from a rat like him. Testing his bonds with his limbs, Schraeder sighed. "Yes, Andy, I came to apologize. Try to understand that with your simple brain - I know it might be hard to understand that people can feel remorse for their actions. I broke in because I figured you wouldn't be here, and I didn't particularly want an awkward confrontation." He glanced at his bonds. "Interesting, how that worked out." Looking again at Ephraim, Schraeder said, "Of course I am true to my word. On my pride and honor as as King of Thieves, I agree to never speak of what has happened here to anyone else. Now release me."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:53 pm
Slam slam, oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee watched as Ephraim walked off from the two of them. He hadn't said much, so she didn't know what quite to think of him yet. Eh, she'd get around to that eventually. She had stood there for a moment until Hook showed up. Andee had returned the smile he had given her with a bright one of her own. Seeing as she was neutral between the two, she could be all buddy buddy with either or both. At the moment, she was still kind of frustrated with Polly. So, therefore, she was preferring James at the moment. "You too, James..." She replied as he left for, what looked like, fencing class.
It was then that her attention was called back to Polly..or as it was preferred..Pol. Andee couldn't stay angry at Pol for long, but that didn't mean she accepted her choice. Well, it was more like believe she really meant it. Polly didn't really know what being a girl was like...so she couldn't fully give up on the concept yet. Andee would have to show her how much fun being a female could be. For the meantime, she could put on a happy face for Pan. "I'm not mad at you, Pan, really...more like frustrated...but it's only because I care..." She drifted off as Pol had to leave for class.
Speaking of which, she should probably do the same. Andee turned and headed in the opposite direction. The theatre was her favorite place to hang out. Absolute best class ever. It was right up there with flying. Drama was the class she got the highest marks in. Tink had to be dramatic. Supposedly the fairy's body was too tiny to hold more than one emotion at a time. That was really the focus of this class. So, happily, she entered the theatre's doors to begin another fun filled class. .
Party crasher, panty snatcher
Call me up if you want gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:16 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  At the first sign of her pain, no matter how minute that it was, Marcel’s fingers folded back into his palm with a quickness. The closest thing to him pulling away from the surface of the pained limb as he then moved his own limb back to his person.
“ I‘m sorry.“
Finally a apology. The words forming strangely on his lips even as he uttered them. Though if it were for any pain he may have caused her, for ignoring her condition in the first place, or even just a general one that a person spits out if a sore spot is accidentally pressed…was up for interoperation. Even Marcel wasn‘t completely sure as to his meaning. But the words fell all the same. And he found…that he meant them in some way. Strange. It was rare that he uttered the words…and yet the words have never been more true. He knew the guilt was there. But the emotion following behind it was somewhat unfamiliar in his heart. A solid mass that called for attention.
Before any more thought could be put into the emotion, or whatever it was, the shoulder bumping into his own and settling broke his concentration. His head tilting toward Sierra‘s in a unconsciously protective way as he felt her need for contact, for comfort, and he filled it in that only way that he knew how. A stable being to take the blunt force of the world. The rock when the current became too strong. It was a role that he had filled at many times in his life. Mostly physically, often figuratively, but sometimes mentally. And though he was better at the first two than the latter….he would have no doubt in her mind that he was there. Listening when she needed an ear. As she did now.
As she told of the current happenings Marcel listened carefully. Absorbing everything, forgetting nothing. He knew that she was using all of this to push away any pain she might still be feeling. Knew that it was a distraction made for him just as it was for her. Somehow even knew that she…needed to walk away from where the conversation would have lead. If only for a moment. And because of this…he would allow it. For now. So he listened. Staying silent until she asked for his response. A question. A question that had the potential of changing everything that was around here. For the better…or the worst.
“Will you please help me bring this place down?”
It was dangerous. What she was proposing. At any point, if something were not executed to perfection, it could blow up in her face. In his own if he stuck his lot in with hers. And in the end they could end up worst than where they had started. He could end up back in the hole that he had wallowed in for years in desperation. A sobering thought. But he had known Sierra long enough to have some sense of loyalty. And it was because of this that he considered what she asked.
Its was no secret that the school was full of manipulative bastards beyond its own students. The teachers, the instructors, and even the heads of the school. Practically all of them were in on it, a willing part of each lesson that would slowly turn them into their way of thinking. Of acting. Everyone has been affected. Though some were more conscious of the fact than others. Some being blissfully ignorant of their mind being subtly controlled. Even he had been conned into that glossy image the school presented when he first came here. The con…getting conned. A almost interesting contradiction. But he soon wised up to their back tactics. Their petty ways. To the school, the end justifies the means. He should know. If he left the school at this moment, he would be leaving it with more scars than when he entered it. Both mentally and physically. So did he hate the school for that? Yes. Anyone wouldn‘t appreciate the feeling of someone mucking about in their mind. Was he willing to take it down? To ruin it for a off beat revenge…no, more like: Righteous anger. That he may feel? The answer…the answer was…
“Its stupid. And it could end badly. But….I will.” Marcel bluntly stated after a moment of consideration. In the end it wasn‘t just his thought out argument that convinced him of his compliance, it was Sierra herself. He had his doubts about this venture. Doubts that he had no problem stating. Doubts that could easily become reality considering the power the school wielded. He also had his own reasons for either avoiding it or joining it. But…no matter how this ended…he just couldn‘t let Sierra tackle this thing virtually alone. And he knew that if it came to it…he would probably take most of the blow if something went south. Sierra‘s home situation might not be ideal…but it was still a life. One that could lead her somewhere. Especially with how smart she was. Marcel on the other hand…had nothing to lose. Nothing that he cared about anyway. If he was removed from the equation then everything would just stay as it was before. And though he appreciated her friendship and she his…he knew that over time she would just move on. A blank spot to be filled at a later date. Just as he wanted it to be. The devil had a heart. A small and fragile one, bruised from misuse. But he cared. He cared about her future or lack of one.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:41 pm
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
 Delia Roxanne Platt Artemis Roxy had just finished with her early afternoon Archery class. Of course she'd done excellent. She expected nothing less from herself. However, the time and length of the class had required her to take a late lunch for the day. She didn't mind, though. Roxy had grown accustomed to it, and it no longer bothered her. Plus, she loved the extra long target practice. Her muscles might be a little bit sore later, but hardly so. She was used to pulling the bowstring back and keeping it still til she locked on her target.
The lunch line wasn't long, so it took no time for her to get her chicken Caesar wrap. Roxy loved those things, they tasted so good. She munched with her bow sitting on the table and her quiver slung over her back, eating in peace, due to most of her classmates being finished or in their next class. However, when she was finished, she headed to her dorm, hoping to find someone to talk to. It was odd, however, to spot Ryan and Martin in the hallway for the girl's dormitories. Yes. She could pester her 'younger brother'. That was always a bit fun.
She heard the last bit of his last sentence. "Not good at reading people? I would think that would be one thing you were good at....What, with all the learning you do..." She trailed off, ruffling his hair. He was only a few inches taller than her, but it was an easy reach. "Hey Martin...what are you guys sneaking around the girls dorm's for?" She asked teasingly. Yeah, she didn't care that her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, or that she was wearing her 'workout' clothes. A blue tank top and some capri sweats. Roxy wasn't that much of a girly-girl to worry about looking 'pretty'. She knew she looked good, so she didn't work so hard at it.
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talkin' down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:35 pm
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ ℬ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ  ..:тнe ɴιɢнтιɴɢαʟe:.. Said bookish type had exited the classroom some students behind Marcel's own exit. Not really surprising considering the Aquila was usually the last person to leave in the first place. Why hurry? Any classroom that she had to go to would still be there even if she happened to arrive a few minutes late. And truthfully no matter how well she did in class she didn't care much for some of the classes that she took. So arriving late would be a plus...not a minus. Less time she would have to spend wasting her time. Though she was sure that the teachers didn't feel the same way....
Whatever the case of the teacher's hurt feelings Aquila shifted the satchel on her shoulder to even the load. Unaware that she was missing a few pages from her notebook as she pushed it around to get to the prize within the cloth bag. And a fact that she would continue to be unaware of if the way she snapped open the novel she obtained and pushed it within her eye line said anything about the matter. If some others had tried this stunt of walking and reading more than likely their course would lead them into a one way track into the wall. Or at least into another student. But Aquila was practiced in the art. A second nature action that was akin to breathing. Just something that she did without thought.
The book was something of great interest. A romance novel. One of her guilty pleasures that she likes to indulge from time to time. Was she a secret romantic? A wispy girl waiting for her proverbial 'knight in shining armor'? Well, not in the least. She could never be as naive as to believe that there was a 'perfect' guy just waiting to take her into the sunset. But she always did enjoy stories about the topic. Especially when the two future love birds had conflict with each other before they get together. Now that was the main draw she felt to any story of this nature. Not some strange fantasy about 'Mr. Right'.
Her focus progressing deeper into the story Aquila let her feet go on autopilot as she continued down the hall. If she remembered correctly...didn't she have Vocal Training next? [ « ]xx[ ► ]xx[ ll ]xx[ » ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:36 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra wore a smile and sniffed slightly. "Of course it's stupid. It's beyond stupid." She hugged him and didn't mention his apology. She'd had no idea why he felt the need to apologize, but whatever it was for, it didn't matter. He was going to help her. Marcel was going to help her plan an escape. Was it suicide? Most probably. Would it be worth the potential (probable) failure? In her eyes, yes. People were not meant to be abused or turned into chattel for stories. They deserved better.
"I know this won't be easy. I'm not even sure how we're going to execute it...but I know we need will need allies and money. Fortunately, I can supply all the money we may need...and several potential outside connections. Though I was officially disowned by my parents, the family connections still give me respect." Thank goodness she'd argued for her parent's will to be changed so that she received her share of inheritance in lieu of being disowned or married off. The people in her family did not get married off, they were married into it. And so she really was alone...and so was Marcel.
She knew he hadn't had a good life before the Academy, but not much more than that. He didn't mention family and that said more to her than anything else. If he felt as expendable as she did - as replaceable - then she was going to change that for him. She'd show him that he was important to someone. It was too late for him to run away from her meddlesome self. God help him and anyone who earned her loyalty.
"Thank you...for everything." She squeezed him a little for added emphasis. If a few tears had fallen on him, she hadn't noticed. She didn't want to notice them. "So what now?" Sierra wasn't sure what else to say or do. In all honesty, she'd gotten everything she'd wanted to say out in the open. There wasn't much else to do but continue hugging and homework.
Dinner was going to be a completely new can of worms. She still had to talk to Ayden, Andee, Pol, Bianca (as loathe as she is to do so), and enjoy the company of Ryan and Martin. At least eating dinner with the latter two wouldn't be terrible; if they were going to continue to be nice, she'd extend the same courtesy. She'd probably also get to deal with Belissa and talk to Roxanne as she knew how close the boys were to those girls. Sierra had respected them well enough to stay away. That was the problem with strong minded women. They could be the best of friends or the bitterest of enemies, and Sierra wasn't willing to risk the chance. There was also the fact that she'd never had a need to talk to them or they to her. Yes indeed, dinner was going to be quite interesting.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 12:09 am
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin smiled at his friend as he explained what he thought of Sierra. He nodded at Ryan's explanation of why Sierra seemed to come off mean and waved off the question of permission for a date. It wasn't like he was the girl's father or something. "Dude, if you really like her, I say you go for it. But uh, I think you ought to wait a little bit. Get to know her a bit better you know?" Sierra, in his opinion, was very much like a cat. Aloof and uninterested most of the time, but occasionally nice and cuddly (well how else could he explain her hugging moment?). The more he thought about it, the truer it sounded. Oh great, now he was thinking of Sierra as a catgirl. Moving on from that now.
Now it was about what Sierra's possible opinion on Ryan. It was flattering to be asked; not many people realized how good he was at telling people's feelings and personalities. Hmm...now how to answer that. He was going to say something when Roxanne came up to the boys. He flinched a tiny bit when he heard her coming up from behind him.
"Hey Roxy," he said with a tiny smile. "We were helping someone get to their dorm. Thought it was the right thing to do." Now Roxy was a great person and certainly nice to be around, but sometimes he worried that she would get extremely feminist around him. Oh he honestly believed that women and men deserved equal respect (he found out the hard way that it never applied to him), but sometimes he worried that she overdid it. Like, he was terrified of using his strength around her because that might make her feel uneasy and therefore say something to the effect of "oh I could have handled it/I'm not that weak/do you think I'm to weak to take care of myself?" He wanted to stay away from angry overreacting feminist aspect of her if he could help it - not that he thought she was constantly an angry overreacting feminist or anything mean like that. He just...he had people issues. He worried how he looked in other people's eyes because if he did something wrong, he would be hit and he never liked being hit.
The counselor was trying to help him get over his paranoia that everyone was going to hit him if he got them angry, but it was really hard. He was getting better - before, he'd have kept everyone at a three foot distance from him and stared at them like he was waiting for them to hit him for no reason other than that he existed.
If Ryan wanted to tell Roxy about Sierra, he was free to. Martin didn't want to give too much away though in case Ryan wasn't ready to tell Roxy about the baddie.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 10:51 am
Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice "For all eternity? Here? That's a long time... Can't we just choke him out? I can dump him outside and we can pretend like this never happened? I mean... What the hell do I care if everyone knows I kissed you? It's not like I'm ashamed or anything?"
Ephraim couldn't understand. Sure, he had come out as being gay to everyone he knew back home--even his grandma knew he was gay--but he had never been completely okay with it. Consciously, he believed that being out was the same as saying you were fine with it being part of who you are. He was not aware however just how insecure he truly was about his sexuality. It had been the hardest to tell his grandma the truth; he loved his grandmother more than anyone else in the world, if there had been the slightest chance that she would stop loving him back, he would have been crushed.He hadn't wanted to tell her at all and avoided it for almost six months after he came out to his friends but Kari had seen how it pained him to lie to his grandma. She invited the two of them over to her house for dinner without telling either of them her true plan. While they ate, Kari asked Nana about her opinions on many topics with a recurring homosexual friendly theme. When Ephraim realized what she was doing, he tried to stop her without acting suspicious but she had seated him on the other long side of the rectangular table so that he wouldn't be able to kick her. Without any way to stop her, he almost flipped out at the table but then Nana surprised them both.
"So many questions Kari! If you wanted to know my opinion on homosexuals all you had to do was ask. As a young adult, I was part of a homosexual rights movement. You see, my best friend growing up was bisexual and oh was she tormented by our community. She put on a strong front to everyone except me; I had to listen to her fall away into despair at the idea of her own identity. I had to watch her die a little with each cruel comment or bigoted whisper that ran rampant behind her back and to her face. I had to know..."
At this, his grandmother looked into her plate as if her mashed potatoes and green beans were suddenly the most interesting dinner guests she had ever had. Then, a tear trailed down her cheek welling up with liquid before falling, a salty bomb upon a harbor of chicken. Both Kari and Ephraim were stunned into action; they had never seen Nana cry before. They brought their chairs over to flank Nana on each side and held one of her hands. She looked up and glanced between them, a small joyless smile creeping back into her wrinkled face, and squeezed their hands in silent thanks before continuing.
"I truly believed she was going to be okay, that she would get over her sorrow. She would have too, but no one could have suspected that her mother would have heard the rumors. She told me after her mother had accused her, she had wanted to stay at my house. She was so scared but I convinced her to try to work it out with her parents. I told her that they were her parents and would love her no matter what she was or who she loved. She didn't agree with me but could see that I was not going to give any ground. I let her leave, I let her enter that house. I didn't even worry when she wasn't in school the next day. I just thought that she was still trying to work it out with them; I imagined them sitting around the table, trying to make each other understand their thoughts. But--
She took a shaky breath to steady herself before she continued. "But, that is not what happened. When I walked to her house after school, there were police cars there. I dropped my bag and ran; if I could make it to the door just a little faster, I could stop the terrible thoughts that were entering my head, thoughts that could not be true because I loved her and she was my best friend. Her father had come home drunk the night before. When her mother explained what their daughter was, he went into a rage beating her for hours non-stop before locking her in the cellar. Her mother didn't even do anything to stop it. Eva.. Eva did the only thing she could to escape the horror of her family... She... She took her own life..."
Tears fell from eyes of green and blue in harmony with the story spun from those of grey. Ephraim shrank inside of himself as he remembered the times he had thought of doing the same; he realized, with horror, that he would have killed more than himself if he had done it, he would have been killing part of the people loved. He opened his mouth and nothing could stop the flood that followed. He told Nana everything, his sexuality, his lies, his pain, his thoughts of ending his pain, everything. She just held him tightly as he unburdened himself. When he finally had admitted it all, he repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Nana." over and over. He did not dare look into her face lest it be the last face she ever made to him--one of disgust, one of anger, one of disappointment.
"Ephraim... Look at me." She did not say this as an order, there contained no hint of anger nor sympathy. She invited him to look into her face with no connotations one way or the other and then she was silent, quietly patient. It took Ephraim a very long time to raise his eyes. When he finally did, he did not find at all what he had been expecting. Sadness, there was sadness in those eyes. As more tears fell, Nana choked out, "Ephraim, I am so sorry that you thought you couldn't come and talk to me. I love you so much and I would never stop loving you because of who you are. Never." She held him tightly again and this time Kari joined in. The two of them a shield of support that he could always rely on, but they could not shield him from himself. While his family held him and cried, the only thought he had was, I did this. I caused this pain.. He silently vowed to never burden them again.In the present again, he looked in Andy's eyes and included him in his vow. He would never burden Andy with how he truly viewed himself. Andy's soft kiss was the seal of this vow just as Stetson's agreement to the terms was the final chain in the bond spell. As the spell released--his eyes brightening to gold and then releasing to their normal green hue--he felt the magic bond settle upon him as well as Stetson. "Yes, you may go," he said as he opened the door and magicked the wood to release him into the hall. That done, the spell ended and the door returned to normal and shut. Ephraim's shaky legs finally gave way to weakness and he collapsed to his knees, his head in his hands. Who am I? What am I?
"I'm sorry Andy for not trusting you. I'm not used to anyone staying with me when someone else found out about us. I'm not used to this.. I've done things with guys before, but not like this.. Not like this at all. Before tonight, I had never even been kissed. It was always about sex and what I could do for them. But you.." he trailed off. You gave me my first kiss. You gave me someone who is here for me when no one else was. When no one else could be. He looked into Andy's eyes. "Thank you..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 3:31 pm
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oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy glared at Stetson and took a step back putting his hand down at his sides. He was about to make a real scene really show Stetson how he felt about him breaking into his room and then he saw Eph fall to his knees. The kid was going to show his nemesis the back of his hand but he couldn't. If Ephraim needed him then he really should help him. When the kid said that he had never been kissed... But he had been used it tugged at Andy's heart strings... He couldn't imagine what that would be like. Sex was suppose to be about love and comfort, showing appreciation and friendship. Not just about getting off.
"Get the ******** out of my room Stetson.... And there's no way in hell I can accept your apology you freaking Creaper!"
Andy would have thrown a punch but the guy he was just making out with was on the ground looking thoroughly upset. The boy stood in front of Eph and bend down, putting a hand on his shoulder. When the kid said he was sorry for not trusting him Andy was a bit confused. The boy hadn't trusted him?
"You've never been kissed?... Really? Because you're really good at it Eph."
Andy smiled and tried to lighten the mood a little. He was ignoring Stetson, the man would let himself out if he knew what was good for him. Our hero in the mean time wrapped an arm around Eph's middle, then one around his upper thighs, in one foul swoop he had the kid in his arm and he carried him over to the bed hoping to get a little further before he had to stop.
"And why wouldn't I want to stay with you? You're a very handsome guy Eph."
With a charming grin and a hopefully look in his eyes he ruffled the boy's hair, letting his fingers trail down to rest at the base of his neck. Apparently magic made him tired or something. Andy could understand that, it probably took a lot of effort to use magic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:09 pm
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When Martian said that he should go for it with Sierra if he really wanted to The kid grinned a wide toothy smile that was foolish looking but all to sincere. Of course he said that he should get to know the girl better before trying anything and Ryan could respect that... But he didn't know girls like Marty did. Sure he liked them but they made him nervous and he wasn't sure about how he should pursue a female friendship. The redhead was not the best at social relationships, he was lucky to find a boy like Marty who would put up with his awkward and nerdy nature.
When he felt someone put a hand on the top of his head he panicked inwardly only to relax immediately afterward when he saw that it was Delia. She made a comment about his learning and he averted his eyes, pushing his thick black ribbed glasses up on his nose.
"Greetings Delia... We weren't sneaking around. Um, we were helping a girl back to her dorm. She was having some trouble so... we helped."
Ryan seemed to be avoiding saying anything specific. He wasn't sure he wanted Delia to know about him and Sierra's friendship just yet. I mean it might not be an exceptionable thing to have openly in this school. He had never tried before but he heard from other students that friendships between goodies and baddies were often sabotaged or even forbidden. Not that he thought Roxy would tattle on him... He just didn't know if she knew the girl that well.
"How was you practice? I was just getting ready to go out for mine..."
Ryan looked down at his black shoes and imagined his afternoon in his head. Half of the time he would be trying to find arrows that had missed the target and were buried in the dirt twenty yards back, and the other half he would be having to hold that stupid bow taught and get scolded for doing it wrong. Luckily it was only one hour.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:25 pm
ＡＱＵＩＬＡ ℬ. ＨＡＲＲＩＳＯＮ ..:тнe ɴιɢнтιɴɢαʟe:..Her last booted step made an echoing click as its heel met the hard tile of the floor, the loud snap of a book as it fell shut running in tandem with the noise as she finished the chapter and deposited the tome into her satchel. Patting the bag as though to assure herself that it was indeed settled safely into its confines Aquila shifted its weight again before turning to the door into which she came to a stop.
A steady wooden thing, the words 'Music Room' proclaimed loudly above the portal for others to referance its location. The board outside the room indicating the hours in which people were allowed to use its confines. Her name. Somewhere toward the bottom. Let's see....
Harrison, Aquila - Vocal Training - 5:00 PM to 7:00 PM
Without turning her attention away from the board Aquila flipped the little flap on the side carrage and pulled out her phone. Her thumb automatically flicking the small tab to make the screen come to life. It was already in clock mode since the last time she checked it in class. So the time wasn't hard to find. Her eyes easily scrolling down to the bottom to reach the bolded numbers. It looked to be...5:15 PM?
"Fifteen minutes late?" She muttered softly as gently arched brows came down in a stormy expression, " If I had known that I wouldn't have come at all. Or at least finished my book..."
The last bit was uttered with a genuinely amused tone as her booted toe started to tap a rhythm on the floor. Even class couldn't stop her from reading a book she was interested in. So dodging it just for the sake of reading wouldn't make much a difference. Either way she wouldn't absorb a drop of knowlege in her mind. So staying or leaving would be a moot point. The real question was: Did she want to go?
She was already here true enough. But so far no one had really seen her. The halls were practically empty. The few people milling around minding their own bussiness. Or so it seemed. The door to the music room was windowless except for a rectangular glass pane at the top. A height that surpassed her own. So there was no chance that the teacher saw her either. She could just walk away and no one would know until tomorrow....
"But when they find out....?"
Lock down. Extended training hours. Last time she had decided to cop out on training it left her high and dry. Her voice a wreck, her throat a streaded mess. The usual lovely tone of her voice lost for several days. Several sad days for this song bird. It was a miracle that she still didn't suffer any effects from it today. At the memory her hand unconciously rose to pat at her neck. No. She was already going to catch hell because she was late. Though she would love to ditch, it would only end badly for her if she did. So with a uncharacteristic frown on her face Aquila finally reached for the metal knob and entered the classroom. The teacher, wearing a stormy frown of his own, greeting her.
"....You're late." [ « ]xx[ ► ]xx[ ll ]xx[ » ]
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