|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:19 pm
"Whatever." Quinn pouted, but grabbed Seamus's arm, lifting it to his face but using the leverage he could get from pulling on it to slide himself up to Seamus's neck, clamping his fangs down and releasing the poison. It was a rush, to let it out. Felt like the relief of emptying a full bladder you didn't realize was full.
He pulled his mouth off and kissed the wound, leaning back against the wall. He crossed his arms.
"Just leave, I guess. Since you hate me so much."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:03 pm
Seamus felt the rush of victory, resplendent and glorious, as Quinn grabbed his arm - only for it to be ripped away from him when the man -boy, he reminded himself, annoyed- pulled him abruptly forward in an unmistakable move.
"Son of a b***h-" he spat, choking on the word around the same time the fangs sunk in. It hurt, it always hurt, sharp and lengthy teeth puncturing your skin couldn't not hurt unless you'd downed painkillers beforehand. Then his head was swimming pleasantly almost immediately, and he let out the giddy sigh of the addicted.
Oh, but the world was wonderful! Splendid! Magnificent! All happy feelings and rejuvenated body that he hadn't known he was missing these past weeks he'd lived in dull monotony. He didn't even make a ruckus about the follow-up kiss to the bite, merely clamping his hand over the wound to help staunch the blood flow. He rocked on his heels, a grin bubbling at his lips in the face of his weekly dose of Happy.
"I don't hate you," he laughed, "I just think yer a d**k! There's a difference."
Rather than leaving, however, the self-possessed man decided to make his home right on Quinn's bed, literally hopping and falling back into it with an Irish click of his heels that he, evidently, found entertaining enough to burst into snorted laughter at his own ridiculous move.
"Naw, I'll just be makin' myself comfortable as a lamb here." He folded his hands over his stomach. "I gotta question for ya, and yer gonna answer it, leech-face."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:20 pm
Quinn folded his legs up to give Seamus room, crossing his arms and scooting around to make sure the Irish boy had some space.
"I suppose that's true." He thought about making a joke about loving dicks, as opposed to hating them, but he couldn't formulate it cleverly enough in his mind to have it come out right.
"What question? And don't call me leech face, that's stupid and degrading."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:30 pm
"Fine, fine, Count Skankula," Seamus dismissed with a lazy wave of his hand, commandeering the pillow for ultimate comfort as he crossed ankle over ankle.
"It's like this-" He wiggled his foot in contemplation, tapping it to an unknown beat against the air. "Why you gotta be all sexual harasser? It's weird. You're like, twelve. Kids don't do that. Vale doesn't do that - or he didn't." Seamus' pointed, accusatory look was definitely not easy to miss. "So, what the ******** happened with you? Not hugged enough as a kid?"
Seamus voice and words blurred the line between serious and mocking - half honest curiosty, half couldn't-give-a-damn.
"I see you kids, and I'm thinking you all should be back in elementary school, not out here doing s**t like this."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:41 pm
Quinn shrugged. "I don't know. It's fun? And if it makes you feel any better, it's mostly at you." He paused. "Recently, at least."
He laid his head down at the foot of the bed and curled up his legs so his feet wouldn't be too close to Seamus's head. "Not that that should make you feel better, or anything." He fiddled with the end of the bed, flicking the comforter's edge around.
"I'm not a kid anymore. It was kind of forced out of me. Some of us didn't reach real adult actions and thoughts, like Writ, some of us came to them successfully because they were mostly already there, like Vale, and some of us ended up ******** up in the process. Like me." He sighed.
"You're lucky."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:53 pm
"I am," Seamus agreed, not in the least bit modestly. "Lucky as sin. All Carnegies are. It's a curse," he sighed, melodramatically.
"So then the question is - why the ******** me? I mean, sure, Vale's little crush on us was cute, but you? That stuff is so very not cute, man." Seamus muttered, swiping his palm over the bite as if to rub the cooties off, though careful not to make it start bleeding again.
"The biting, and the kissing-" He grumbled, twisting to lay on his side in order to seek a comfier spot on the bed, shoe shamelessly attempting to leave a dusty imprint on Quinn's shoulder. "Like a three-year-old. Honestly."
A homosexual three-year-old, but a three-year-old nonetheless.
"Tryin' ta get Prince Kitty jealous?"
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 12:31 pm
"I don't know. I don't have a crush on you. Shut up." He closed his eyes and flopped his hands up in the air, wiggling them before letting them fall back onto the bed, defeated. It didn't change anything.
"I don't need to make Vale jealous. I don't care if he's jealous. We're just friends, now." He rolled over, resisting the urge to flop his arms.
"And I'm not like a three year old. A three year old wouldn't have been smart enough to trap you like this."
Obviously.
"Duh."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 12:42 pm
Seamus snorted, chortling as he sat up, leaning briefly back on his arms.
"Way to prove my point, kid. I've heard smarter responses from a new-born," he scoffed, swinging his legs off the bed before he got too comfortable, standing up grudgingly. "You just went pre-natal, man."
"Just friends, eh?" Seamus hummed, and couldn't say he wasn't pleased. Valeriu and Quinn's relationship tended to top the dysfunctional charts.
"A'ight. But just you wait-" The conniving Carnegie smirk slipped onto his face. "Your trap is not gonna last long, buddy. It's only a matter of time 'fore I get stronger than you, an' your little venom-curse goes poof in the face of my healing prowess."
Sweet freedom.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:04 pm
"Newborns can't talk. Now who's smart?" Quinn sat up and leaned against the wall, frowning at Seamus.
"I thought you just said you couldn't heal yourself, too? Stop being stupid." He stood up as well, cracking his neck.
"Leaving so soon? Or were you about to suggest something we could go do? I know you love to hang out with me." Quinn grinned.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:34 pm
"I might be able to when I'm stronger," he defended, crossing his arms. "Next--" Growth? "--uh, time, this happens."
A horrible thought hit Seamus.
What if he kept getting younger every time?
"Well, s**t," he muttered to himself, and the epiphany must've shown on his face. "Maybe not, then."
He gave Quinn a dry look, pushing the window back up with a snap.
"Oh yeah," he drawled, tune slipping (like the twins so often did) into a twenties' accent, pulling back the curtains, "I know this lil' place down on Backstreet. Food, music, candles--" He set a heel on the window ledge, ducking out and gauging the jump down. "Swingin' dance floor, literally. Put on your best zoot suit, doll."
It was all too likely that Seamus and Murphy actually had a set of zoot suits with the way they sometimes dressed.
"And afterwards--" He settled on the windowsill, heels kicking out over open air and leaning back on his palms. "You, me, that little hill that looks over the Harbor? Starlight and glowing radiation got nothin' on your eyes, I'll tell you, and I won't forget to bring the blanket, and all that jazz."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:57 pm
Quinn's eyes lit up as Seamus spoke, stepping forward toward him with every sentence. When he finally reached the other man, eyes glowing and a grin on his face, his little monologue was finishing.
And then the sarcasm finally settled into Quinn's brain, and his face fell, ******** you." Quinn lifted up his leg and kicked Seamus in the shoulder, knocking him out of the window.
"And I don't have a 'Zoot suit', a*****e." He stuck out his tongue and leaned against the window, glaring at the man on the ground.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 10:09 pm
Seamus almost felt bad. Quinn had a bright-eyed look to his face, as if he was taking him seriously - and that made Seamus more than a little uncomfortable, to watch Quinn's face fall right after.
But he'd been joking! He was pretty sure he'd made that clear with his abusive usage of old slang and poorly put together sentences.
He almost felt bad up until the point when Seamus was, literally, kicked out of the house.
He squinted, annoyed, back up at the blonde hanging out of the window, returning childishness with childishness in a two-fingered salute.
"And that is why we can never be together," he declared, solemnly. "No style."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 10:15 pm
"Whatever." Quinn rolled his eyes. Obviously his fashion was better; he got laid more often, right? He vaulted over the windowsill and landed in front of Seamus.
"I have plenty of style. You're missing out, not having this walking fashion accessory by your side." He made a general gesture to himself, hip bent with an arm resting on it to imply general impatience.
"Just come back when you need me again, I guess. I'll be here, or at the Igloo." He waved at Seamus, hesitated, then stepped back over the window to get back inside.
That wasn't a tear he was wiping from his eye. At all. It was dirt. Dirt in his eyelash. That's it.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:37 am
"Shirtless was so very two years ago," he countered, crossing his arms and grinning against his will. "Come talk to me when you've learned how to button a shirt, kid. Then we'll talk."
He vaguely realized that could be misconstrued, but then again the minute a Carnegie switched into bantering mode, everything became easily misconstrued.
"I might grab one of those coffee-ice cream float things." His voice was noncommittal. "So long as you don't put roofies in it, I suppose."
He tucked his hands back into his jean pockets, swiveling on his heel to turn back down the alley, giving him a casual wave back without looking.
"Remember: I get the victimized discount!"
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|