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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:42 pm
Bloodstains
There were bloodstains on his passenger seat. Damian couldn’t take his eyes off the blood. Unfortunately the leather seats of his Jeep weren’t black leather, they were brown and the dark stains showed easily against them. He had come out to the parking lot of his apartment complex planning on cleaning the stains, but when he opened the door and saw them, stark against the brown leather….he found himself frozen. There was a bucket of water at his feet, along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some rags. He had all the supplies he needed to get the blood out (at least according to Google), he just couldn’t bring himself to move.
Carter hadn’t died, but…the terror he felt driving his bleeding best friend to the hospital flashed through him again. He remembered the whole thing perfectly and wished that he didn’t. He had carried Carter to the Jeep, strapped him in, and then took off like a bat out of hell. Each red light they hit on the way there felt like an eternity. He had constantly looked over to check on Carter, make sure he hadn’t croaked on the way to the hospital.
Back in the present Damian shook himself, pulling away from that memory. He didn’t want to keep thinking about it, he almost lost his best friend- it wasn’t a very pleasant memory. But now that he wasn’t thinking about the trip to the hospital he found himself staring at the blood again. There was so much of it, across the back and along the seat. He didn’t think there had been that much blood when he had been carrying him.
Kneeling he picked up a rag, dunking it in the water bucket. He couldn’t remember what the internet had said to do first, but he’d start with water. If he couldn’t get the stains out…well, then he’d have to just buy new seat covers or something. On second thought, maybe he’d just get the seat replaced. He didn’t like the idea of Carter’s blood hanging out in his car.
Standing up he wrung the rag out, taking a deep breath. He didn’t particularly like cleaning, or blood (especially when it was the blood of someone he knew) so he wasn’t looking forward to leaning inside the car and beginning to rub at the blood stains. But he did it anyways, the white rag turning a faint pink as he scrubbed. It wasn’t bringing all the blood up though, just the very top layer of dried blood. Frustrated he rubbed harder, but it wasn’t helping. Wiping his forehead with the back of his forearm he dropped the rag into the bucket, moving on to the second option.
Damian picked up a dry rag, hanging it on his shoulder and then grabbed the hydrogen peroxide. The brown bottle was only a quarter full and instead of following the internet’s instructions he just poured the peroxide directly on the stains. He watched as the peroxide began to bubble pink, and then wiped it away with the dry rag.
When he was done the stains weren’t red anymore, but they were a different colour than the rest of the seat. Sighing he sat on the asphalt, his elbows on his knees. This wasn’t working; he’d just have to buy a new seat. He had no idea where he’d get the money, maybe he could pick up a few extra shifts at Willie’s.
Shaking his head he gathered up his things, slamming the car door shut. He didn’t want to look at his best friend’s blood stains any longer.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:46 pm
Statues
Super Sailor Orion was back on his home planet. He had been surprised when Orion had become available so quickly, but he didn’t question it. He enjoyed traveling to his home planet, it was comforting. Plus it was the one place he could be absolutely alone and know that no one would come looking for him, or bother him in any way. So, excitedly, he had locked himself in the bathroom with a bottle of beer and sent himself home.
He appeared on his planet, standing in front of his castle. Looking up at what had once been a great building was just as heartbreaking as it had been the last time. So, instead of looking at it he turned away, sipping his beer.
Now instead of the castle, he was staring at the multitude of wooden cabins that were laid out in front of him. He had never taken the time to inspect the cabins, his last couple of visits he had gone straight for the castle, the large building being more interesting. Well, now seemed as good a time as any to change that, especially since looking at the broken down castle was bumming him out.
Heading towards the closest cabin he inspected it thoroughly, walking a circle around it as he sipped his beer. It was a well built cabin, not overly big, but it had withstood the test of time only a few chips in the wood it was made out of. When he made it around to the front of the cabin he paused, what if he found dead bodies inside or something? That would be creepy. Shaking the nerves out he stood up straighter, taking another drink of liquid courage. He could do this, it’s not like dead bodies could hurt him anyways, right?
Stepping forwards he pushed away the large piece of cured animal hide that served as the door, ducking inside. The first thing he noticed was the lack of light, even with four windows the inside was dim. He could see well enough to inspect the inside though. It was one large room, no walls or doors inside. All the furniture was wooden. There was a bed, the mattress long rotted away, in the far corner, and directly across from the bed was a small kitchen area. A wooden box was in the corner, and a flash of memory let Orion know that it was what passed for a fridge, but it was more like an old fashioned ice box. Two tables were next to the box to act as counter tops, it was crude but useable. For a moment Orion wondered where they cooked the food, but then realized a fire in a wooden home was stupid. They probably cooked their food outside then brought it back home.
Looking away from the kitchen area he inspected the rest of the room. There wasn’t too much more to it. A wooden bench was pressed up against the left wall, and there was a table and some chairs on the right side of the room, but beyond that Orion’s lived simply. The floor was dirt and there weren’t even hooks on the wall for torches. The only extraordinary thing in the cabin was the large bear head that Orion didn’t see until he turned to leave. The head was mounted over the doorway, jaws in a snarl. It wasn’t as big as some of the heads he saw in the castle, but it was bigger than anything on Earth.
Shuddering he knocked back the rest of his beer before he shouldered his way through the leather flap of a door. For a moment he just stood outside the cabin, holding on to the empty beer bottle. What was he supposed to do with it now? He didn’t want to litter his home planet up with beer bottles; that wasn’t very cool at all. On the other hand he didn’t really want to carry an empty bottle around with him, empty beer bottles were sad, depressing things. For a long moment he just stood there debating with himself. Finally he decided he could set the bottle on a nearby rock and just remember to come back for it before he went back to Earth.
After doing just that he headed towards the castle again, it was a sad sight sure, but he still wanted to explore it. He hadn’t gotten very far last time, stopped by the vision he had had. He still wasn’t sure if that was real, or a drunken hallucination. He was hoping it was real though, if it was and the redhead really was him from his past life that would be awesome. Thor had been a giant; Orion could only aspire to be as big as him. Not to mention his girlfriend, or whatever she was to him, was hot. He had game if he was managing to tap that.
Heading up to the castle he crossed over the drawbridge, pausing to look at the giant skeleton that was at the bottom of the dry moat. He still didn’t know what exactly the skeleton was of, but whatever it was it had been huge, with a long neck and tail. Hell, it actually looked a little like what he thought the loch ness monster would look like. That thought made him laugh, did he have the real loch ness monster hidden away on his planet a thousand years ago? He doubted it, it was probably just some giant monster thing.
Continuing into the castle he paused in the entrance hall, entranced again by the statue there. The women- what had Thor called her? Dove? He had a feeling that was more of a pet name than her real name, but it was all he had to go on- was gorgeous. Orion felt a strange pull to the statue, or the woman the statue depicted. He wasn’t sure why he felt that way, it was a statue after all, and he had never actually met the woman (mainly because she was most likely dead by now), but he still found himself wanting to know her. After a moment he had to look away, the intense connection the woman was starting to creep him out, not to mention it made him feel a bit like he was cheating on Devi…with a statue…yeah, that was skeevy.
Ignoring the statue he walked straight past it, through the doorway on its left, his right. He found himself in a courtyard, while it had been taken over by wildflowers and weeds it was obvious that at one time it had been well taken care of. It was a large square, with several doorways that lead to various parts of the castle. Cobblestone pathways ran from doorway to doorway, crisscrossing the courtyard in a six-pointed star. In the middle was a large fountain, the water long dried up. His silver eyes ran up the fountain, widening at the statue that adorned it.
The statue wasn’t as large as the one in the entrance hall, but it was of the same woman. Only now instead of being draped in Grecian clothing she was completely naked. The fountain was very wide, and had two tiers not counting the basin. At the top sat the woman he decided to refer to as Dove, a stone leg hanging down to the second tier. The other leg was bent at the knee, making no move to hide her lady parts that Orion couldn’t help but notice were carved in painstaking detail. She was leaning back on her arms, stone hands gripping the top tier to support her body. Her face was delighted, staring at a stone dove that was perched on her knee.
All in all the statue was just as beautiful as the one inside- even more so since it was naked. Orion found himself having a hard time looking away. It was finally the thought of his girlfriend that made him look away. Devi would not appreciate him staring at a naked statue one bit.
He was about to turn away to collect his beer bottle and return home, but stopped catching the sight of a round handle sticking up in the grass near the fountain. What the hell? He paused only a moment before his curiousity got the better of him and he approached the ring. Doing his best to ignore the statue he crouched next to the ring, pulling grass and weeds away from it.
Slowly but surely he revealed a wooden trap door attached to the ring, and having come this far he wasn’t going to stop now. Orion positioned himself behind the ring and reaching down he got a good grip on it. ”Here goes nothing…” Gritting his teeth he pulled as hard as he could, but the door wouldn’t give. After a moment he stopped, pausing, before he pulled again. ”Errrgggghhh!”
Five minutes later he still didn’t have the door open, no matter how hard he pulled it seemed the door was stuck. Maybe the wood had expanded, or maybe it was sealed from the inside, he wasn’t sure. But he knew that he definitely wanted to get inside. So, he did something a little extreme. Stepping back he pointed at the trap door before calling out his super attack. ”Meteor shower!” He watched as the meteors began to fall, and he managed to focus them on the trap door as to not ruin the fountain.
When the meteors stopped falling he stomped out a couple small fires, and then approached the trap door. Or what had been the trap door. Now it was just a hole in the ground, with stairs leading downwards. The meteors had done the trick. With one last look around Orion descended the steps into the unknown.
The further down he went the darker and colder it got. Maybe heading down into the dark unknown tunnel on his own was a bad idea. But he couldn’t go back now, he could only hope there was some source of light at the bottom.
Reaching the bottom he found himself at a door, or at least what he thought felt like a door. It took some groping around before he found the handle. Luckily for him this door opened more easily than the trapdoor and all it took was a hard push to get it open.
He was greeted by a warmly lit room, the light coming from lanterns that evenly lined the walls. On closer inspection he saw it wasn’t a flame that was providing the light, but a glowing white stone. While he was intrigued by how the stone still cast light, he didn’t think too hard about it. He was just happy that it did give off light.
Looking away from the lanterns he inspected the room he had found. It looked to be some kind of cellar. There were a few wine racks on the walls full of bottles, but the predominant item were giant barrels stamped with an arrow. Approaching the closest one Orion managed to pry the lid off after a couple minute of trying. What he found inside surprised him.
The barrel was full of alcohol. Leaning down to smell the liquid Orion wrinkled his nose, it smelled stronger than anything he’d had on Earth. Curiously he wondered if the alcohol was still good. Well, there was only one way to find out.
The redhead looked around the cellar for some kind of glass or mug, but was unable to locate any kind of drinking vessel. Frowning he glanced at his hand and then the barrel before shrugging. It wasn’t like anyone was around to watch him be a slob. Reaching into the barrel with both hands, he cupped them together, using them as a cup. Scooping up as much alcohol as he could he lifted it to his lips and tilted his hands back.
Orion barely had a chance to swallow before he was coughing, alcohol spurting out of his mouth and going everywhere. ”Holy ******** hell” He pounded himself on the chest, trying to catch his breath and stop the burning. Whatever the hell that was, was way too strong for him. It tasted too strong for anyone, how the hell did Thor drink it?
Even that small sip of the ale was making him feel woozy and he slowly made his way to the nearest wall, leaning against it. How strong was that alcohol? A thousand proof? He didn’t even know if there was such a thing. However strong it was, he knew he couldn’t handle it well.
Sliding down the wall slowly he stared at the barrel of alcohol. He got lost in his mind, his eyes never leaving the alcohol…alcohol…alcohol. The longer he stared the more clear an old memory started to become until he was sucked completely in to it.
"Easy on the portside!"
"Gently lower her down a notch... there!"
"Anchored! You can park it!"
Alorie breathed a sigh of relief as the ship came to a standstill, her crew quickly scurrying about anchoring it down and hooking the floating ship onto its designated spot on the walkway above her tavern. It was a short walk down the gangpank from her ship to the roof of her tavern. She liked the placement -- even if the ship wasn't her's, and most of the crew were mercenaries hired from the Pirate's Guild... Eh. It was a ship, it got her around, and the mercenaries kept to themselves on the government owned ship.
She glanced to her right as her first mate entered her room. She really, really needed to consider expanding her tavern. Right now, her crew lived in cabin-like huts on the main deck whereas she had her nice and cozy captain's quarters. Was it right? Fair? Maybe, maybe not -- she was captain and owner of the tavern, after all.
With a shrug, she opened the hatch and went down the stairs leading to the lower hold where the main tavern proper was located. The entrance to her tavern was primarily through the door located there, leaving the hold-stairs staff only. But... A puzzled frown lit her features. She could hear a rukus from here -- what was going on? Even though she was Merope's senshi, her tavern didn't usually attract that many customers...
It wasn't until she stepped into the common room from the staff area that she found the reason why. "Tide take me," she swore, "This can't be happening!"
The source of the ruckus was a very large red-headed man in the middle of the tavern surrounded by other red headed men. Well maybe men was the wrong word, they were more like bears, especially the one in the middle who was wearing a bear skin, complete with head and paws. The bear-man was singing a drinking song quite loudly, his companions singing along with him. None of them were very good singers which was a shame because they were all singing at the top of their lungs.
The large one had a giant stein of ale in his hand and was swinging it back and forth, occasionally taking long drafts from it. He wasn't as nearly as drunk as he looked, and his sharp silver eyes betrayed this as he looked around the tavern. He had come to Merope to find its Sailor Senshi, he had ran into her once before and had been intrigued. A little asking around had led him to this tavern.
The red-head must have had a radar alert for female voices, because the moment the newcomer spoke his head swiveled around to her. "Hail, fair lady! What is a beautiful dove like yourself doing in a place like this?" Standing he swaggered over to her, his men parting for him easily. Once he was in front of her he pushed back the bear head revealing a mane of red hair and a thick beard. "You look like you could use the protection of a strong man, and luck have it I happen to be a very strong man." It was obvious his words were truth and not bluff because of his attire, which was one whole garment, a loincloth. Well, two if you counted the gauntlets. Three if you included his body hair, which most did.
There were bears in her tavern. The volume of their song was enough to make her take a step back, a glance sent sideways to the bartender. In comparison to the Orion men, he probably could have passed off as a woman. He certaintly looked feminine with his blond hair and purple eyes -- a rare find from the slave market, sold to pay off his debts. He had long since paid them off, opting to remain on her crew as a bar tender.
The bartender continued to idly polish the pint he was cleaning, signalling to her quickly in sign: They're paying customers.
She looked away in time to see that she was spotted, a flush immediately rising to her cheeks as she noticed his choice of attire. She had been to Orion once before as Sailor Merope, and... well. As Sailor Merope, normally she could punch a Merovian man and still come out the victor. Trying that with an Orion? Her knuckles still stung.
"I-I'm sure you are," Alorie replied back, forcing to meet his eyes. She will not stare at the loincloth, she will not stare at the loincloth. "However I can take care of myself quite well, thank you. What brings you to the Wayfarer's Rest?"
She really, really needed to visit the slave market for some bruisers or bouncers sometime. Or hire out from the Pirates Guild, even if their rates were ridiculous when there wasn't a voyage charted in their contract.
Behind him without their leader the men had devolved into grabbing nearby tavern wenches and pulling them onto their laps, their hands going in places they probably shouldn't be going, but they didn't seem to care. Thor himself didn't seem to notice, his eyes fixated on the little thing in front of him.
Of course he didn't recognize her as Merope, but she was very pretty and a nice distraction. Downing the rest of his ale in one large gulp he passed it off to a passing wench then stepped closer to her. "I'm sure you can, dove, fortunately I have many other skills that I am sure you can find a use for." He grinned the look in his eyes hinting at just what kind of skills he was implying.
The look dropped from his face though when he answered her question. This was serious business. He had heard that Sailor Merope owned the tavern, which was why had chosen it to hole up in with his men. "I'm looking for the owner of this tavern, do you know where I can find her? She has been difficult to come by." He looked honestly disappointed about this, raising a large hand to rub his beard.
The tavern wenches, had a variety of different reactions. Some playfully squealed when grabbed, delighting in the attention. Others hefted the trays they used to carry several pints of ale and used them to whack the men in the face before squirming and dashing away. All in all, it was pretty obvious that some wouldn't be spending the night alone.
What. Alorie took another step back as he stepped closer, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. There was something to regret: gloves. Her eyes dropped to his chest as he hinted at the his other talents. Why were Orions so... forward? This was nothing like the subtlities of courtship she was used to. Then again, Chios was different from Rogueshaven, and a Rogueshaven girl that spent her teen years in Chios... Well. In some ways, Thor's directness was a welcomed change. In others, it was whole new territory that she was completely unprepared for.
"I might," she ventured carefully. "What do you want her for, stranger?" She was somewhat curious, given the recent trip. She did, after all, take back one of their self-proclaimed wives back to Merope after that particular Grand Crew member noticed his daughter was missing. Did Orions hold grudges? She hoped not.
The crew members that were whacked in the head didn't seem to mind, instead laughing it up and patting each other on the back as if it was what they wanted to happen.
Thor's silver eyes flicked over her and even though his breath reeked of ale he wasn't as drunk as any other man would be that drank as much as he had. He noticed her hands, and the way she looked away from him. Maybe she wasn't used to such advances, he didn't know the customs of Merope very well. Mainly he just stole their women away.
"I bear gifts from an admirer of hers, and I can only give them to her directly." Of course, he was speaking of himself, and he wouldn't hide the fact that he was Sailor Orion if she pressed him. His Senshi identity wasn't that important to him. He had more important things to do, like lead his men on raids and find Sailor Merope and convince her to marry him. He may have only met her once, but the way she tried to punch him was cute and he found he couldn't keep his mind off her.
"An admirer," Alorie repeated flatly, crossing her arms and staring up at him. She couldn't help but to arch an eyebrow, puzzled at the statement. She felt as if she'd seen him before... But given that most Orion men were all bears, she couldn't tell them apart.
"Alas, whoever this admirer is, is going to be heartbroken." She announced, gesturing to the tavern, "She isn't here, and probably won't be for aw-"
"ALORRRRRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Son of a --" Alorie cursed, turning away from Thor to head towards the staff area. " WHADDYA WANT?"
" I THINK WE WERE FOLLOWED FROM ORION AFTER YOU PUNCHED THAT ONE G-ohey, no waaay." From around the corner came Alorie's first mate Cleena, who immediately shut her trap to stare. The green-haired lass looked from Alorie, to Thor, to the gathered Orions in the main lounge before turning around and beating a hasty retreat.
With her back still to Thor, Alorie sighed and pinched the bridge between her eyes, cheeks burning brightly.
"Isn't here?" His face fell at that, he was hoping she would be, while he could try and charm this Alorie into bed to distract himself, he really wanted Merope. He was about to turn and gather his men and leave a defeated man when the voice from the staff area stopped him. Followed from Orion? It was his turn to arch a brow and then he grinned. It seemed he had found his girl.
In one smooth movement he stepped forwards, swept the bear skin off of himself and settled it on her shoulders. "Alorie, is it? It sounds like you're the woman I'm looking for." He leaned down his hands gripping her shoulders. "It was cute when you tried to punch me, it tickled a little." Whipping her around he bent further down pressing his lips against hers in a searing kiss. Pulling away he grinned. "Marry me."
It was the words ‘Marry me’ that snapped Orion out of the vision. What the ******** ********? It was that woman again from the statues, Alorie they had called her. Thor wanted to…marry her? Why had he wanted to marry her? He had only just met her, that made no sense. What was he in a past life? Some kind of creepy stalker guy? That wasn’t very promising for the future of his life now.
But after a moment to recover from the shock he knew Thor wasn’t just some creepy stalker. He had loved Alorie from the moment she punched him. Orion had felt it in the vision, his intense need to have the bluenette. If only he knew who she was, and if she had been reborn as well, he could…No, he couldn’t. Even if he knew who the woman was he couldn’t go after her, he had a girlfriend and he didn’t believe in real love, the kind Thor felt for Alorie, anyways. It only ended up in hurt and heartbreak.
Orion pushed himself up, unable to stop thinking about that past vision. Had Alorie agreed to marry him? He had never gotten that answer, but…he remembered the first vision he had seen. They hadn’t seemed married then, quite the opposite actually. Thor had had to tie Alorie up to get her to his castle. Orion supposed she had said no then. This thought brought an unexplainable sadness to his heart.
Shaking the feelings off he managed to start climbing out of the cellar. He couldn’t sit and think about this any longer. His past life didn’t have any bearing on his present one, sitting around and mooning over a woman he had loved a thousand years ago would do him no good.
Stepping out into the light of day Orion blinked, raising a hand sticky with alcohol to shield his eyes. He was starting to get a headache and he just wanted to go home. He had seen enough for one day, he didn’t want to be assaulted by anymore visions.
He managed to stumble through the castle without looking at any of the statues, he didn’t want to be reminded of who they represented or what she had made him feel. It wasn’t until he was outside the castle on the drawbridge that he stopped moving, pausing to catch his breath. Feelings had overwhelmed him again; they came in waves, residue from his vision. He had to grip his chest trying to stem them, but it was impossible. It was like being out at sea, everything calm and perfect and then suddenly being smashed into by rogue waves. He felt like he was drowning in them.
And then as suddenly as they began they stopped, leaving him gasping for breath. What was going on? He hoped the feelings would stop when he got back to Earth, he didn’t want to be forever assaulted by feelings that were no longer his own.
When he was sure he was in control of himself he started walking again, almost forgetting that he had left a beer bottle to be collected. Luckily he did remember before he sent himself off and he was able to go and collect it. He stood for a long moment, holding onto the empty beer bottle. Maybe his vision had just been a drunken hallucination like he thought the last one had been. Only…only drunken hallucinations didn’t usually come along with the intense feelings he had just been overcome by. Or at least, he had never heard of anything like that happening. Of course, he had stuck his hands into a barrel of unknown liquid and drank it. Not exactly the smartest thing to do. For all he knew the liquid could have been some kind of hallucinogenic, liquid LSD or something else ridiculous. That thought made him laugh and he realized how ridiculous he was being. The vision had been a vision, not something he needed to worry over. And the feelings…well he could just ignore those.
The empty beer bottle was tucked under his arm and Orion summoned his cell phone, sliding it open. Closing his eyes he focused on Earth and when he heard its familiar song he pressed send, disappearing into the nothingness.
A second later he reappeared at home, in the bathroom. The phone was let go into its pocket, and the beer bottle was thrown away. Super Sailor Orion became plain old Damian Cole, and staring at his face in the mirror he felt better. Whatever he felt on Orion seemed to stay on Orion, no waves of emotions hitting him now.
Running his fingers through his hair he messed it up a bit and then left the bathroom. Walking out into the living room he looked around spotting his roommate still asleep on the couch. He had been doing a lot of that lately, but Damian didn’t blame him. The guy had gotten stabbed in the leg and nearly bled out in Damian’s jeep. He’d be sleeping a lot too if it had happened to him.
Thinking about Carter bleeding on his seats reminded him of that horrible night and he shook his head trying to forget. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about at all. He was doing his best to block it out of his memory, and just focus on the fact that Carter was alive and well now.
Moving past his best friend he went to the fridge, pulling out a new beer. Using the magnet bottle opener he popped the bottle top off the beer and threw it in the trash. The magnet was replaced and he took a long swig of the drink while he stared into the open fridge. After a long moment he let the door swing shut, taking nothing but the beer that was already in his hand.
Looking back at his roommate he had to pause, looking at him closer. Blue hair, olive skin. Could he be? No, no way. Damian began to laugh, there was no way his roommate and best friend could be the girl from his visions. He was laughing so hard he woke Carter up, the bluenette looking at him confused. ”What’s so funny, man?” The redhead just shook his head, waving dismissively. ”Nothing, nothing at all. Just go back to sleep, Carter, sorry I woke you up.” He watched as Carter took his advice then took another long drink of beer. Carter being Alorie? The thought had him shaking his head again, that would be one ridiculous joke.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 3:05 pm
The Missing Piece
Damian had had a shitty day at work. A bunch of kids had come into Willie’s and unsurprisingly had nearly destroyed the place. It had taken Damian an extra hour after work to get the place cleaned up before he could finally leave. He didn’t go home though; instead he met up with Brian his alcohol hook up. It was a pretty simple arrangement, Damian would give him the money for the booze plus some extra and Brian would bring him the alcohol.
Usually it was just a six pack (or more recently thirty six pack) of beer, but tonight the ginger needed something a little extra, and that was how he ended up with a big bottle of Captain Morgan’s. For a moment he thought about just going home and drinking it, but Carter would be home and he’d give him disapproving looks. Not wanting to deal with that he decided to hole up in the Pleiades base. There was a sofa in there, and he didn’t think anyone else would come looking for him.
That’s where he was currently, kicked back on the sofa, taking slow sips straight from the bottle. He’d been drinking a lot lately, and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe because he felt he was lacking a direction in his life, the band was going nowhere, and he didn’t have any type of plan for his future. He had Devi sure, but he knew he wasn’t in love with her. Of course he liked her; she had grown on him while he attempted to get in her pants. It was the longest he’d ever stayed with anyone and it was starting to freak him out a little. What if she wanted to get married? Or worse, said she loved him. That would be awkward. He didn’t hold much weight in love, or marriage. His dad had loved his mom and gotten married, and look how that turned out. His mom ran away and now he had a b***h of a step-mother who was cheating on his dad. Marriage was overrated.
But then he remembered the feelings he had experienced on Orion, those intense, sincere feelings that Thor had had for Alorie. He had never felt remotely like that for anyone, it was a bit scary how strongly Thor felt. Damian had to wonder if he would ever feel those kinds of feelings for someone, obviously he was capable of it, or at least he was in a past life. But he wasn’t sure about now, was there someone out there that would let him experience all those emotions first hand?
He doubted it. Things never worked out like that for him. He wasn’t the guy who got the girl, he was just the guy who slept with the girl and then never called back. Sighing he took a long draft from the bottle, he was starting to realize that there was something missing in his life, he didn’t know what it was, but after being exposed to real love his heart was aching for it.
With a shake of his head he kept drinking, he didn’t need to be thinking about serious things like love and happiness. He was better off just getting drunk and losing himself in the alcohol.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 11:02 pm
Flashes
Damian sat alone in his apartment, Carter was out and Devi had just stormed out after their ugly break up. Ugh, their break up. He hated break ups, it was one of the reasons he never got into relationships in the first place. It was so much easier to just sleep with a girl and be done with it. Relationships involved feelings, and messy endings. He glanced at the beer that stained the walls, and the broken bottles that still lay where Devi had thrown them. Very messy endings.
Pulling his mind away from his recent break up he stood up from the couch, looking around the room. Suddenly he seemed to realize he had the apartment to himself for the first time in forever. It wasn’t too surprising when the first thing he did was to go the fridge and grab a beer. Devi had brought over alcohol, but he hadn’t drunk much earlier, and then she threw most of it at him. Given the way the night ended maybe he should have. Usually he was happy after he got laid, this time? Not so much. It was a good romp, but he generally liked to pass out after sex, not find a brand on his girlfriend and get into a yelling match.
Popping the cap off his beer he sighed taking a long drink. He was starting to worry a little about how much he was drinking, he hadn’t before, but last night…He shook his head taking another swig of his drink. He hadn’t blacked out like that in a long time. Moving back to the couch he sunk down onto it, glancing at the lamp that was on the coffee table. The lampshade was slightly askew…
"Hell yeah I wanna be tall again." Chugging the remainder of the beer he dropped the empty bottle so it could join the others. He then proceeded to stumble run up to the couch, climbing on it. It seemed he was going to take Carter's suggestion one step further. Clumsily he managed to balance himself with one foot on the arm of the couch, and the other on the back of it. "I'm King of the world!"
Or at least he was until he wobbled, his alcohol addled body unable to support him. He fell sideways, throwing his arms out to try and break his fall. Hands hit the lamp on the end table sending it flying and he landed on the end table, all the wind knocked out of him. He gasped trying to breathe, but he wasn't able to catch his breath. Oh god what was going on? Panic eyes looked towards Carter, was he dying? Death by end table wouldn't be at all epic.
Damian shook his head trying to get the flash of memory out. He didn’t want to remember the rest of the night, not if that how he was acting. Against his better judgment he took another drink of alcohol. Maybe if he got drunk again he’d just forget it all.
Unfortunately for him it seemed the opposite; the more he drank the more flashes he remembered. He was alright for a while when he was on the couch not looking at anything. But then he’d glance around the room, and catch sight of the beer stain on the wall and a flash would come. He winced remembering how angry he had been when he threw that beer bottle, and it wasn’t even rational anger.
Looking away from the stain he stood up, maybe he should just go to sleep. Sleep would make the flashes stop. It was on his way to the bedroom that he had to pause, his eyes drawn to a spot on the floor. There wasn’t anything special about it but…
And then all of a sudden they were back on the floor. He liked the floor, the floor was soft and comfortable. Or wait, was that the floor? Opening his eyes he found himself staring at Carter's chest. Ooooh, how'd he end up on top of Carter? He began to laugh, looking up at him. "Geeze man, if you liked me you didn't have to jump me." He conveniently forgot that he was the one who had just jumped the bluenette, "You coulda just asked me out. But I don't really like d**k." He stretched his longer body out on top of Carter's something coming together in his head. "Hey, does that mean you like d**k? I never knew that about you, man. I mean there's no shame, a lot of guys like d**k. Just not me." He paused a moment, drunkenly thoughtful. "Well, I like my own d**k, but I don't think I'd like your d**k. I'm sorry man." Damian remembered the one time he had gotten really drunk at some party and ended up making out with a guy on a dare. It hadn't done much for him.
He ignored Carter's demands for him to get off, instead settled more comfortably on top of him. "You're warm, warm and comfy. Comfy and warm." He was getting tired again, falling off that couch had been painful. Maybe he would just stay where he was. It was so comfy!
Note to self: do not tell inhibited people that things were angry with them. The result was something that left him rather breathless and in an awkward position. He wiggled his arm out from under Damian, using it to rub his head. God, this was going to be a long afternoon-to-evening-to-night. Where were Damian's car keys? He would need to hide those soon so Damian couldn't try driving anywhere. Wait -- he turned his head to one side and winced as he saw the fridge door open. He couldn't close it now, though -- Damian was on top of him.
This fact alone made him freeze up. Add in Damian's next words and Carter was quick to cover his face with his hand. "Uggggh," he groaned. Was he seriously about to discuss this with Damian? While he was drunk? Ugh, ugh, ugh. "Dude. I'm not going to comment. At all." As far as Carter was concerned, his orientation was his own business. How would Damian react to finding out he swung both ways and looked at men and women alike? He didn't see what all the fuss was about relationships. All he could say with complete honesty was that yes, that person over there was attractive. Yes, he was a teenager, he would probably sleep with them if given the chance.
Nevermind that to Carter, "sleeping" with someone was literally sleeping next to someone. Nothing sexual, nothing obscene. Just. Sleeping.
"Damian, can you please get off?" Carter begged, trying to scoot out from under him. "I know of a much more comfy and warmer place that isn't me. Would you like to meet the bed? The bed is a much nicer place. It is a happy place, I promise. Just get off."
"Whaaaat? Why not? It's a totally legitimate thing to talk about. It's not a big deal likin the d**k, man. Especially my d**k, I mean I have a really nice d**k. Plus I'm hot. Really hot. Do you know how hot I am? Really hot." He grinned, he was hot like fire. Honestly, even if he was sober, the redhead wouldn't care too much that his roommate liked chicks and dicks. It would just make sharing a bed with him a tad bit awkward. As it was he probably wouldn't remember if Carter told him he was a flaming homosexual monkey, let alone just bi.
When Carter started protesting this time Damian heard it and he sighed. "But you're so comfortable." And then Carter was moving underneath him. What? Why was he moving? The redhead hadn't moved yet and this left him being rubbed against by the bluenette in his attempt to get away. Before he knew it he was having a natural reaction to the rubbing and he felt blood rushing towards his crotch. Oh no. For a moment he was frozen in shock, his brain slowly working out what was going on. He was lying on top of his best friend. Drunk. With a boner.
Having his junk pressed against the other man got him to move and he rolled off him, rolling one too many times. Sitting up he looked woozy. <********> The redhead clapped a hand over his mouth, struggling to get up before he ran for the bathroom, knocking into the door jam on the way there. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, the sound of his hurling bouncing off the walls. His stomach just couldn't take it anymore, between falling off the couch and rolling around on the floor. Unfortunately for Damian it finally rebelled. It had decent timing though, the act of vomiting taking his mind off the fact that his best friend just gave him a woody.
Oh <********>. The redhead had to stop and put his beer on the coffee table before he sunk down to his knees. Had he really said all of that? And had Carter…? Oh ********. He glanced sidelong at the beer, it had been the alcohol. It had to be. There was no way it could be anything else, right? Hands were lifted to hold his head, rocking back and forth. What was going on with him?!
After a couple minutes of just sitting there, his brain going in circles he managed to snap himself out of it. He couldn’t be here, not after he had lain on top of his best friend with an erection. And then another thought struck him. Carter knew, he knew and had lied to him that morning about acting weird. Oh ********, that meant he was crept out by it. Now he really couldn’t stay.
Standing up he went into the bedroom, pulling his suitcase out of the closet. Flipping it open he began to pack, jeans, a few shirts. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t even know where he was going. Once he had some clothes piled in the suitcase he flipped it shut and zipped it up. His wallet, keys and henshin pen were stuffed into his pockets and then he grabbed his suitcase. He paused for one moment thinking about leaving a note for Carter…but no. No note, he didn’t want to have to try and explain why he was going, especially when he didn’t even know where he was going.
Stepping out of the house he looked at his car and then shrugged. He had had half a beer, he could manage to drive and it was late anyways. The suitcase was thrown in the passenger’s side of his Jeep and then he jumped into the driver’s side. Starting the car up he pulled out of the parking space and took off heading towards his old house.
It didn’t take him all that long to get there. He was careful to drive the speed limit and come to complete stops at stop signs. He didn’t think the cops would care if he was just buzzed and not drunk. Pulling to a stop in front of his childhood home he sighed staring at it. His Dad should be home, he had gotten a call from him earlier than week saying he was going to be home for a couple weeks, instead of flying around Aruba or wherever he was last.
Even knowing that it would probably be his dad who opened the door instead of Adella Damian still paused. What if his dad asked him why he needed use of the free plane ticket he was always offering to him? He didn’t want to try and explain last night to his dad.
Finally he got out of the Jeep, walking up to his front door. Shaking the nerves out of his hand he knocked. It was late, but he had a feeling his dad would be awake. And even if he wasn’t his sister probably was.
After a minute Blaise Cole opened the door, all six foot six inches of him looking neat and well kept even this late at night. His red hair was kept cut short, along with his beard. Damian had never really seen the resemblance between himself and his father until now, and it was startling. Was that what he was going to look like in twenty years? It wasn’t such a bad look really, his dad was a handsome guy, he had horrible taste in women but that was beside the point.
”Hey, dad.” Damian smiled slightly at his confused father.
”Damian, what’s going on?” Even confused he still let his son into the house, closing the door behind them.
”Uh, remember those tickets you keep trying to get me to use? I wanna take you up on that.”
Blaise looked surprised, but didn’t press for an explanation. ”Alright, where do you want to go?”
Damian paused at that. He hadn’t gotten that far. He racked his brain for a destination, saying the first one that came to his mind. ”New York.”
Blaise nodded, he was curious as to why his son was deciding to take off in the middle of the night, but if Damian wanted to tell him he would. It wasn’t like he could stop him anyways. Damian was nineteen and living on his own. ”Alright, just give me a minute.”
Damian smiled settling down onto the couch. He had missed his dad, it was times like these he wished he got to spend more time with him. But then, that would mean spending more time with Adella which was something he definitely did not want to do.
Five minutes later his dad came back holding a sheaf of papers. He handed them to his son, and then tousled his hair like he was six years old again. ”Just take those to the check in counter; they’ll know what to do.”
Taking the papers Damian scrunched up his nose as his dad messed up his hair. He hated when he did that, but instead of complaining he just said, ”Thanks, dad” and turned to leave. He was stopped by the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he arched a brow curiously.
”Why you’re running off in the middle of the night is your business, kiddo, but if you ever want to talk about it, or anything, I’m only a phone call away.”
The nineteen year old sighed, but smiled up at his father. ”Thanks, dad, but this is one of those things I have to deal with on my own.”
Damian left the house, going back to the Jeep. Pulling himself into the driver’s seat he sighed. Maybe he should just go back to the apartment, he could pretend like he never remembered, and it seemed like Carter was already doing that. But then he thought about everything he had done that night and shook his head. No, he couldn’t just go back that easily.
Starting the car he headed to Destiny City International, trying not to think about anything. That was impossible though, and so he ended up thinking about how nothing in his life seemed to fit properly lately. Ever since he started going out to Orion and getting those visions the rest of his life seemed like it was falling around his ears. Of course, part of that was probably because of how much he had been drinking over the past month. That was something he knew he should change, but it was so easy. Just to grab a beer, or some rum, and get lost in the alcohol instead of having to confront life.
Sighing he turned the radio up, random lyrics blaring out of his windows. This was why he wanted to get away, when he was in Destiny all he could think about was how much his life sucked lately. Maybe if he got away he’d be able to forget, at least for a little while.
Pulling into the parking garage he found a spot and shut the car off. He’d have to pay for parking, but he had some money saved, and he wasn’t really thinking too much about that now anyways. Getting his suitcase out of the back he headed into the airport.
This late at night the airport was nearly empty. He didn’t even know if flights would be taking off at this late. He hoped he wouldn’t have to sleep in a chair or something.
Five minutes later he was disappointed to find out that was actually what he had to do. The lady at the check in counter had taken his papers and informed him that the next flight wasn’t leaving until six am. That left him a few hours to kill. The redhead took his ticket stubs with a sigh, heading towards security.
The one good thing about being at the airport in the middle of the night was security went a lot faster. He was able to get through it in fifteen minutes instead of half an hour. He would’ve gotten through faster if he hadn’t forgotten to take his henshin pen out of his pocket the first time through the metal detector. And then when he did take it out there was an awkward moment shared between himself and the security guard. Luckily the security guard didn’t ask why a nineteen year old was carrying around a decorative pen that was more likely to be found on a six year old girl.
Once he was finally through security he found himself standing in the airport, surrounded by closed shops. He didn’t have a laptop, or his headphones, or anything remotely entertaining. It was definitely going to be a long wait.
Checking his ticket he figured out his gate number and headed that way. He passed a few others on his way there, but everyone seemed too tired to say much. Not that Damian really wanted to talk. Talking was the last thing he wanted to do right then.
At the gate he found the chair closest to the boarding entrance and sat down. At first he pulled his phone out, checking random things that he didn’t really care about. When that got boring he tried his best to curl up in the chair. For a minute he seemed comfortable but then he was groaning and sitting up. Pulling his hoodie off, he paused staring at it. It wasn’t his hoodie, it was Carter’s. Not only was it Carter’s, but it was Carter’s favourite hoodie. It was dark blue with white designs going up the sleeves. For a minute he just held onto it, why did he grab Carter’s hoodie on the way out of the house? Sure he was in a rush, but…
He sighed, it didn’t really matter now. Scrunching it into a ball he put it under his head, getting comfortable in the chair again. Lying on the hoodie he realized it smelled like Carter. It was a familiar smell, and oddly…comforting? He didn’t think too hard about the fact that his best friend’s smell was comforting, and instead just breathed it in, and closed his eyes. Hopefully he’d be able to get some sleep before it was time to board his flight.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 11:53 pm
Lost Love
”Now boarding flight 815. All first class ticket holders please prepare to board.”
The sound of an attractive female voice over the intercom is what woke Damian up. For a minute he didn’t remember where he was, or why he was there. But then he sat up and pulled Carter’s hoodie out from under his head and everything started to come back to him. He was at the airport, running away from his best friend, because he talked about his d**k. Well, that wasn’t the only reason. He also just had an ugly break up with his girlfriend.
Shaking his head he stood up shaking out the hoodie so he could put it on. He didn’t have a carry on bag, so instead he just got into line with the other first class customers. His ticket was handed over to the flight attendant at the door, and he walked down the long, cold hallway into the plane.
Finding his seat was easy enough and he slid down the row until he was sitting next to the window. He hoped no one would sit next to him, or if anyone did it wouldn’t be anyone chatty. He didn’t want to chat right now. He really wished he had some headphones so he could listen to music and tune out, but he had been in such a rush to leave the house that the headphones had been forgotten.
Buckling himself in, he picked the copy of Sky Mall out of the seat pocket in front of him. The magazine always had ridiculous things for sale in it. It always baffled him why someone would want a wine rack shaped like a globe, but apparently it was in demand somewhere. This time when Damian flipped through it he didn’t find as much amusement as he usually did, probably because his silver eyes were just glancing over the pages without really taking in the information.
Sighing he closed the magazine, putting it on his lap. He watched people filing into the plane, the first class seats filling up first, and then the rest of the plane. Damian half got his wish, while someone didn’t sit directly next to him, there was someone sitting on the aisle seat of his row. The redhead did his best to ignore them, turning his gaze out the window, watching them load the luggage onto the plane.
Twenty minutes later they were finally closing the plane up, and the flight attendants were going over the basic safety information. Damian barely paid attention, he’d seen the demonstration before. He knew all about his seat being used as a floatation device, and how to put on the oxygen masks that dropped out of the ceiling.
Closing his eyes he leaned back in his chair, almost reclining it back but then he remembered he needed to keep it in an upright position. So, instead of reclining it he just waited.
It was another fifteen minutes until they took off and were actually in the air. Damian watched the landscape of Destiny City fall away beneath the plane. Carter was out there, coming home to an empty, wrecked house, and wondering where Damian was. Again he felt bad for leaving without any kind of notice, but he just couldn’t bring himself to confront Carter. What if his best friend thought he had been hitting on him while he was drunk? Or worse, what if he thought that he was some kind of perv? Damian sighed shaking his head, no he couldn’t confront Carter about his embarrassing actions
”What’s her name?”
The redhead blinked looking at the woman that was sitting in the aisle seat. ”Excuse me?”
The brunette smiled good naturedly. ”That sigh, and the look on your face, there’s a woman involved. “
Damian just stared at her for a moment. She was very blunt. He opened his mouth to say she was wrong, that it wasn’t about a woman, but then he shook his head. If he said that this was the type of woman who would keep pressing. ”Devi, we just broke up.”
The brunette frowned a bit at that. ”Oh dear, break ups are always difficult. But don’t worry, you’re young, you’ll find love again.” The frown turned into a smile.
Damian laughed a little bitterly at that, ”No, I don’t think I will. It seems the only woman I’ve ever loved died about a thousand years ago.”
The brunette looked confused, but then realized that the poor boy must be a little off. She was polite enough not to mention it. ”Oh, well, it’s hard losing someone you love.”
Damian nodded, and then looked out the window not wanting to continue the conversation. Instead he just stared out the window, looking at the cloud formations. He wondered how long it would take to get to New York, a few hours at least. Thankfully he was in first class, with plush seats and extra legroom. Maybe they’d even put on a movie.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 12:47 pm
Trying to Forget
When the plane finally touched down Damian was asleep again, using his best friend’s hoodie as a pillow. He didn’t hear the announcement about the weather, or what airport they were in. He would’ve been the last one off the plane if it wasn’t for the woman sitting in the aisle seat of his row. The brunette was kind enough to reach over and shake him awake before she stood up to disembark.
”Oh, thanks” The redhead’s words were mumbled as he got up, unrolling the hoodie so he could put his arms through it and shrug it on. Leaning over as to not hit his head, he shuffled out from the row of seats, able to stand up straight in the aisle.
Even in first class it took five minutes to get off the plane. And then he had to wait for his suitcase. It was while he was standing at the baggage claim that he began to think it would have been a better idea to just carry his suitcase on the plane. But then his suitcase came around on the carousel and he reached out snagging it before it moved past him.
He carried the bag outside and was immediately bombarded by noise. Cars honking, people yelling. It was cacophonous. Destiny City wasn’t anything like this. Setting his bag down for a moment he pulled out his wallet checking how much money he had with him. A few hundred dollars from his last paycheck, hopefully that would last him the next couple days.
His wallet was replaced in his pocket and he picked up his suit case moving to the curb so that he could catch a cab. It took him a couple tries but he was eventually able to flag one down. Climbing into the back he sighed as the noise was cut off some now that he was inside a car.
”Where to?”
Damian paused at the cab driver’s question. Where did he want to go? He’d never been to New York before, he had no idea. He was about to say Central Park because that was the only place he could think of, but then he caught sight of a brochure that must have been left behind by the last customer.
”C’mon kid, I don’t got all night.”
”Yeah, yeah, one second.” Damian reached down picking up the brochure and flipping it over. It was for the Hudson hotel, well that could work. It’s not like he had anywhere else to go.
”The Hudson Hotel, please.”
The cab driver just grunted and took off. Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes, was everyone in New York a jerk?
Ten minutes later they were stuck in the worst traffic he’d ever seen. What the hell? Damian looked out the window, it was bumper to bumper and barely moving as far as he could see. He’d heard New York traffic was bad but he didn’t think it was going to be like this.
”You know, I think I’ll just get out here and walk.” He tossed his fare through the divider window and then got out of the cab, weaving through cars to get to the sidewalk. Clutching his suitcase he looked around, the only bad part of walking was that he had no idea where he was going.
The redhead walked until he found a 7-11, stepping inside. If he was lucky they’d have maps or something. It turned out he was lucky and after buying a map he got the cashier to draw out the fastest way to the Hudson. Damian thanked him and then stepped outside, examining the map. It was a pretty long walk, unless…He looked up at the rooftops.
It didn’t take him long to find an empty alley and power up. Carrying his suit case in one hand and tucking the map under his arm he used the fire escapes to get to the top of the building. Thankfully it was dark so he didn’t attract too much attention when he went running across the buildings. Every so often he’d stop and check the map to make sure he was going the right way. He really didn’t want to get lost in New York.
It took him ten minutes of constant running to get to the Hudson. Slipping behind the building he powered down, his henshin pen being put in his pocket. He wondered for a moment if there were any senshi or Negas in New York. He hadn’t felt any power signatures, but that didn’t mean much. New York was a big place after all.
Circling around the building he stepped inside, glancing around. It looked like it was a nice place. Hopefully it wasn’t too expensive. Approaching the front desk he smiled at the lady behind it and requested a room.
Five minutes later he was set up in a nice room with one bed, and a mini fridge full of overly expensive snacks. Setting his suitcase down at the foot of the bed he sat on it with a sigh. Now that he was in New York he wasn’t sure why he came. Getting away hadn’t cleared his head. He was just in a different state, thinking about the same things.
Mostly about what he had said to Carter, and the fact he had gotten turned on rubbing against him. What was that about? Even if he was drunk, it was weird right? Guys didn’t get turned on by other guys, unless they were gay obviously. But Damian knew he wasn’t, he liked girls, a lot.
What if Carter had noticed? Even though Damian had teased Carter about it when he was drunk he didn’t really think that his best friend was into guys. It would be super awkward if Carter started thinking he was secretly into him, or something. It didn’t really help that they shared the same bed, and there were some nights when Damian woke up and found himself spooning the smaller man.
Groaning Damian fell back on the bed. The whole situation was too weird, which is why he left in the first place. He just needed to stop thinking about it and enjoy New York. That shouldn’t be that hard, right? Throwing his arm over his face he caught the smell of Carter on his hoodie and groaned again. It was going to be a long two days.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 11:46 pm
Homesick
New York City was giant. It was bigger than any city he’d ever been to. Way bigger than Destiny City. At first Damian had been overwhelmed; he didn’t know where to go first. After a lot of pondering he ended up in Central Park, roaming around.
While Central Park was nice he couldn’t help comparing it to the park back in Destiny City. In the end he decided he liked his park better, there were less people, not to mention his park had the Pleiades base in it. There was no way they’d be able to have any kind of headquarters in Central Park, it was just too crowded.
After spending a couple hours in the park he made his way out. He was bored again. Unfortunately for him running away to New York wasn’t nearly as exciting as he thought it would be. One thing it did give him was perspective. When he arrived in New York he thought it would be the best thing ever, but slowly he realized that it really wasn’t all that special. Whatever he compared to home lost by a landslide.
By the end of the day he just wanted to go home. Sure he had acted like an idiot in front of his best friend, but that was probably (hopefully) forgotten by now. And if it wasn’t…well it wasn’t like he could hide away in New York for the rest of his life. The redhead was also starting to feel bad about just taking off without leaving a note for Carter, or anyone. He knew they were worrying about him; there was a near constant ringing in his head from his senshi phone for fifteen minutes, every hour. He knew it was Carter; anyone else would have called his regular cell phone. Damian avoided the calls though, not wanting to have to explain himself. Explaining himself would require bringing up what he had done. Surprisingly that was one thing the trip had helped him with. Between the ringing in his head, and the horns and busyness of the streets Damian didn’t have time to think about his drunken escapades.
In the end he was glad to get back to his hotel room and start packing. He thought about calling Carter and letting him know he was on his way back, but he decided against that for the same reasons he had been avoiding his calls. He knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid his roommate once he was back in Destiny City, but he could put it off for as long as possible.
It didn’t take Damian long to pack, he didn’t bring all that much in the first place after all. It didn’t take him long to settle his bill either, and then to find a cab. He knew traffic was going to be horrible, but he just didn’t have it in him to run all the way back to the airport.
”LaGuardia Airport, and step on it.” The sooner he got home, the better.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 1:20 pm
05.23.11 - Solo 12 (835 words)
Tangled
Orion immediately powered down when he felt his feet touch Earth. The redhead slumped down on the couch, raking his fingers through his hair. What was he doing? He almost kissed Carter, Carter, his best friend. Only now he wasn’t his best friend anymore, he was his boyfriend. Boyfriend. He still wasn’t used to the word. Sighing he leaned back against the couch hands rubbing at his face. He needed to sort himself out and that wasn’t something he could do at home, when he knew the bluenette would be coming back from his planet at any moment.
Pushing himself off the couch he went into their shared bedroom to grab his keys and cell phone, pausing to look at their bed. It had gone unused the night before and he wondered if Carter would be spending the night at home, or if he would go odd again. As awkward as their new relationship was he didn’t like the idea of Carter not sleeping at home. He had become used to sleeping with the other man’s warm body next to him. Shaking his head he stepped out of the room and then out of the house.
Jumping in his Jeep he started it up then pulled out driving away from the apartment. He wasn’t sure where he would go, he considered the Pleiades’ base but then rejected that idea. If Carter had the same idea and they both ended up there it would be awkward. Biting his lip he made a split second decision heading towards downtown.
Twenty minutes later he had parked his car on a side street and slipped into a dark corner of an alley. He henshined becoming Super Sailor Orion and then took to the rooftops. He made his way to the tallest building in the city, barely pulling himself onto its roof. Luckily he managed to get onto the roof and not fall to his death. He rolled across the gravel that covered the rooftop. When he finally stopped he was staring up at the clouds, squinting his eyes against the setting sun’s light. He thought about powering down for a moment, but then decided against it, he’d just have to power up again to get off the rooftop.
Draping an arm over his eyes he sighed. His best friend turned out to be his past life lover that his present life self couldn’t figure out his feelings for. The whole thing was a mess. He was doing his best to try and separate his feelings, Thor’s feelings, for Alorie from the ones he had for Carter, but it was difficult. He kept thinking of them as the same even though he knew they weren’t. He definitely wasn’t the same person Thor was, or at least he didn’t think he was. He actually didn’t know all that much about his past self except for his obsession with Alorie.
Groaning he hit the ground with a fist. It all came back to Alorie, a woman dead for centuries was completely ******** with his present. He brought Carter’s face into his mind, doing his best to completely block out Alorie’s. Carter, his roommate, his best friend, more than that now. He did his best to imagine having a life with him which was especially hard for Damian, he wasn’t big on future planning. But still he tried, he already came home to Carter so there wasn’t much change there, they already slept in the same bed and he already cooked them dinner. How much was going to change? It was mostly physical, eventually they would kiss, and then touch, and then go beyond that.
The thought of being intimate with the bluenette didn’t disgust him, but it did confuse him. Carter obviously had different parts than a woman, and it would be a whole new set of skills for the redhead to learn. Maybe they could learn together? He didn’t know, a part of him wanted to be able to be the confident one, the one who knew what he was doing, because that’s who he always was. But that would require either doing research or being with another man, an idea he didn’t exactly find appealing. For a moment he wondered if he could be selectively gay. Or was he considered bisexual? He wasn’t really sure of anything anymore.
Groaning he rolled over until he could push himself onto his knees. Sitting up he stared over the city, watching it light up as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. This wasn’t something he was going to figure out in one night. He had a feeling he was going to be spending a lot of nights thinking hard about the new developments between him and Carter. With a sigh he ran and jumped to the next building, heading for his Keep. He wanted to go home, hopefully Carter would be there and then the redhead would cook them dinner. Something normal and mundane would be a great way to end the night.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:53 pm
06.05.11 - Solo 11 (832 words)
Worries
Damian stood in the middle of his room, their room, staring at the unkempt bed. Carter was out, skateboarding around Destiny City or something with his friends, Damian wasn’t completely sure. Did that make him a bad boyfriend? Thinking of himself as Carter’s boyfriend made him shake his head and he had to sink into the chair in front of his desk. What had he gotten himself into?
A hand was raised to rake through his red locks, silver eyes still staring at the bed. He had thrown himself into completely uncharted waters when he asked Carter out, but, was that such a bad thing? He was unsure. He knew Carter liked him, he had said as much and with that knowledge little things that he hadn’t noticed before had suddenly clicked in his mind. The nineteen year old just wasn’t sure if he had gone and asked his roommate out just because he had admitted his feelings to him. When they were out in space, on Merion, it had seemed so easy. It was just them, and Po, and there was no one to judge or say anything when he held Carter’s hand. Now that he was back on Earth he was starting to doubt.
Pushing himself out of the chair he approached the bed, beginning to make it. It was an uncharacteristic act, but it was good for his hands to be busy while he thought. While his hands tugged and straightened sheets he thought about Carter, pictured his face in his mind, he couldn’t get it quite right though. It didn’t take him long to figure out why, he was trying so hard to focus that everything was slipping away.
With a sigh he gave up on making the bed and instead fell back onto it. He wasn’t sure what was really bothering him, that he might like Carter, or that Carter was a guy. For a moment he thought back to Alorie, how much easier would this all be if he had been reborn a girl? That thought made him pause and he mulled it over. If Carter had been a girl Damian knew he would have tried to get in his pants a long time ago- his roommate was funny, always up to do stupid s**t, and always had his back. If Carter had been a girl there wouldn’t be any problem with their newfound relationship.
Turning on his side the redhead sighed, it didn’t do much good to think about Carter being a girl, because he wouldn’t and he would never be one. Unless he got a sex change operation, which would be a little extreme. Now the only question was whether or not he could deal with the fact that he might like a guy. He had never actually found guys attractive before, but Carter wasn’t just any guy.
With a frustrated groan Damian grabbed a pillow covering his face with it, why was this so hard? He inhaled deeply about to sigh, but his actions were stopped when he realized he had grabbed the bluenette’s pillow and it smelled like him. Closing his eyes he took another breath, slower this time. It was like when he had taken his jacket to New York, only better because it was a pillow. Laying there and breathing in his boyfriend’s scent he slowly began to relax. With his next breath Carter’s laughing face filled his head, and when the laughter faded there was a roguish grin on the bluenette’s lips. There was a certain glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Damian’s spine. It was true he’d never been attracted to men before, but Carter was something special.
The doubts Damian had been having were starting to dissolve, he’d never really been a god boyfriend for anyone, but being with Carter was something new. One more chance to fix things and do them right, and the redhead was determined to do things right this time around, he’d be the best boyfriend he could be, and he’d deal with anyone that had anything bad to say about them. He wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste, even if Carter was a guy and Damian had no idea what he was doing.
Having calmed his nerves and erased his doubts Damian curled around Carter’s pillow, burying his head into it. It didn’t take him long to drift off to sleep, surrounded by his boyfriend’s scent.
Poseidon padded into the room the Egyptian Mau mix looking up at his charge, he knew the redhead had been conflicted and hoped he had sorted himself out. While usually he would have all kinds of advice, falling in love with your best friend wasn’t something he had a lot of experience in.
Jumping onto the bed the big cat circled and then curled up in the crook between Damian’s stomach and the top of his thighs, closing his eyes. Green eyes closed and soon enough both males were asleep.
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