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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:20 pm
"Good." Cane's tone was warm, and very confident. "I'd hoped so, but you misled me at the Solstice party." A quick, bright grin, and Cane moved away to pick up his braces again, holding them out. "Help me put them on." A pause. "I'll wait, this time, before kissing you."
Apparently, the native could joke. "You are my mate, now." He also didn't seem to pick up the lingo for 'boyfriend' quite yet. Another pause. "Someone? Who?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:36 pm
Micajah's face turned slightly pink as Cane joked with him, Chon mimicking in turn, and it seemed like even if they had just confessed similar emotions to one another Micajah was still just like a timid crush in terms of feelings. He did move to Cane's side however without any hesitation and helped him but on the bracers, taking care not to pull the laces too tight.
"At the party...I was scared. Every time I was around you my chest hurt and I couldn't think straight, so I thought maybe my health was in danger. I went to talk to Professor Gideon about all of it, and he's the one who gave me Chon and some advice."
Micajah looked over that the butterfly and it fluttered to his side, a happy shade of orange that indicated his thoughts on the teacher.
"He said Chon would help me learn to be true to myself."
Which was a clear thing indeed, for as soon as Micajah thought of Cane saying 'mate' the butterfly quickly lit up to six shades of pink.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:50 pm
Cane let his fingers touch Micajah's hair as the boy laced on the braces for him, a grin lingering on his face. "Professor Gideon. Magic, then?" After all, he had given the blonde a familiar of sorts. "Is he your mentor?" Gesturing to the room, the native moved to a few boxes. "I promised to practice with Scyeth today, so let's set up your room before I go."
He seemed much more relaxed than he'd ever been in Micajah's presence before, and he had an easy smile on his face as he helped go through boxes. Finding the dream catcher he'd given Mica for Solstice, Cane handed it to the other boy, gaze serious. "This will help you, if you put it up."
The ritualistic magics of his people were woven into the thing. Protection, sleep aid, light healing. Not big magics, but traditional magics.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:56 am
"I guess you could say he's something of a mentor. He helped save my life after the explosion that Scyeth and I caused, so I owe him a good deal. Mostly now he acts as an outlet when I'm stressed, since the path I'm taking in terms of Magic goes away from what he teaches."
It was a shame, sort of, that he wouldn't be studying with that Professor. Micajah wasn't sure about his teaching skills, but at least he felt somewhat comfortable around him enough to relax.
When the lacing was finished and Cane had turned his attentions to the dream catcher only to hand it to him with advice, Micajah nodded and quickly moved around to find something that he could use to put the object up with over his bed. That's where they were supposed to go, right?
"So you're going to meet Scyeth and play that one sport - lacrosse - together? I remember how you both tried to get me to sign up for that at the party and I was lucky enough to duck out of it."
He stopped ruffling though an assorted box of somethings when he came across a small push pin, and he smiled at Cane as he moved to place the object directly over where his pillow would be resting. Here was to hoping for good dreams, or at least eventful ones. He hoped he would dream about what had just happened later on too, so it was like a silent prayer as he tacked it into place.
"I won't keep you longer then if you need to go, we managed to move all of the heavier stuff. The rest is things that need to be carried by hand."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 12:32 pm
"Ah, I see. That seems like a worthy bond to keep." Cane watched Micajah search through his things, apparently content just to rest his eyes on the other boy, until he spoke of lacrosse. The native grinned, and it wasn't the nicest of smiles.
"Yes, but now you are healed, so I insist you practice with us, soon. When we decide on the first open practice date, one of us will inform you, I'm sure." Cane expected him to be there. So would Scyeth, one could assume. Woe be upon Micajah if he disappointed the both of them.
Tugging the tie from his hair, Cane ran a large hand through his now semi-long hair. It'd grown a lot since his arrival, and was now beginning to touch his collarbone. Shaking his head slowly, he shrugged. "I have a little while longer, I just wanted you to know why I was going to leave."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 9:53 pm
Micajah nodded in agreement to the statement about keeping Gideon as a friend being worthwhile, thinking how odd it was that before he didn't trust the man at all. He still didn't, keeping many things out of his reach and still inside his heart, but then again Micajah didn't trust anyone other than himself at this point in time. He was slowly learning to be human again with a respect for others, but for now . . .
"I wouldn't mind playing somethings, it'd probably be good for me to get out and get moving, but I'm not really set to do sports. I'm okay in terms of eye-hand coordination but I'm not sure how well I'd do if my feet came into play."
He was pretty good at baseball when it came to the catching aspect, not so much the whole running around the bases thing. He wasn't a slow runner but he sure wasn't some sort of sprinter. He rarely even made it to first base unless he was walked or hit.
"I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair down, Cane. I didn't think it would be that long."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:22 pm
"Perhaps you should help goalie." Was Cane's simple response, and then a startled laugh came from him, as he touched his own dark hair. "Oh?" It was true. Cane had taken it down setting up the Solstice party, but had put it back up before anyone'd arrived besides Scyeth. "Yes, I am approaching manhood, and it is time to begin growing it."
A smooth shrug, and he gestured to the blonde. "Your hair has grown much since we met, as well." Another laugh, and he eyed Micajah. "You can touch it, if you like." It was definitely soft, but rougher than most european's hair. Textured, one would say. It held braids better, that was for sure.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:02 pm
"Really? I keep it up a lot so I never noticed. Even when I'm sleeping or bathing it's pulled up to stay out of the way."
Even now it was pulled up into a loose bun, borrowing the style that Weiyuan had done for him during the time they'd been together at the mall, though he wasn't wearing the clips and sticks. Those were safely tucked away in another box, to perhaps be worn when he was alone. Micajah liked them very much, to be sure, but he wasn't sure he'd wear them out in public again any time soon.
It was only at Cane's invitation that Micajah moved closer to him and timidly reached out a hand, touching the bit of hair that rested against Cane's cheek before he realized what he was doing and quickly yanked it back, as if he were burned. They may have shared feelings and kisses, but personality was still personality, and Micajah was still unused to touching others and wanting to be touched by them.
"I didn't know that Native Americans growing their hair long was a tradition. Is there a myth behind it?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:29 pm
"The Cherokee men traditionally shave most of their head, but I go by Hoopa tradition." Cane's smile was open and he reached out to squeeze Micajah's hand briefly before getting to his feet. "We only cut it, when we become grown, to show grief."
Heading toward the door, he stopped and turned to face the blonde. "I have to go. Kiss me goodbye." No one could ever say that Canaan wasn't honest about what he wanted.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 3:47 pm
"I see then. We should wager to see in the end who's hair is the longest between us. I doubt I'll win that bet."
Micajah was mostly teasing but slightly serious, for he knew the moment he would leave this island for the last time everything about him would have to change one more time. His hair would have to go back to being short, his eyes would no longer be allowed to look up and meet the gaze of others. But that was for another time, a time in the far future.
At the demand of a kiss from Cane the younger boy's cheeks could only flush but he didn't refuse to do so, his body acting before his mind could chew him out well and good. As his lips gently brushed the skin of Cane's cheek (like hell he was brave enough to kiss the other on the lips right out) he felt his face burn brighter, causing him to quickly turn away and move back towards his remaining belongings.
"Go and have fun, I'll see...you later."
THE END
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