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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:20 pm
 Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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The man never really realized that he'd spent years waiting on the return of a man he'd known to be dead long ago. It had been 6 years, he thought that he was over it but it seemed like the wounds had just scabbed over and that letter ripped them open again, forcing the Egyptian to relive a pain he would have preferred to have died.
When they arrived at the airport, few words were exchanged to receive their tickets and deal with the matters of baggage and his guns but after all of that they boarded the plane and sat together. It was silent for a few moments between them as the plane took off but then Dendera just had to say something, he wanted so badly to just hear Silas speak, for some reason he just felt like that could make things a little easier for him. "It's an 18 hour flight.." he said in a soft voice, but loud enough to be heard over the other passengers.
Come to think of it, he didn't really know all the much about the vaporeon's life. He knew about the gang he'd been in and the betrayal. He also knew that Silas basically came and went as he pleased, and attended a university. Also that he played guitar in a band, aside from this there were mostly things that he just didn't know. "Have you ever been to Africa?" he asked, not sure if the man even knew that Egypt was in Africa as so many Americans he met didn't realize it. Actually come to think of it, he hadn't really shared anything about his past with Silas and yet the boy was still willing to go as far as to go to a whole different country on such short notice, just because Dendera needed to. It felt wrong on a certain level.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:45 pm
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly"  
It was quiet, aside from the dull sound of background chatter that the other passengers provided, some in a variety of languages that he couldn't understand, that he didn't care to understand. Silas didn't have many interests aside from music, and never really studied anything outside of it and what he was taking at the university that he managed to get into, as shocking as it was with his record. No, Silas merely moved through each day doing practically the same thing. He wasn't even sure if one could call it 'really living', but it was what he did now, instead of running around at night and harassing people, trashing things..laughing and having a good time..It almost made him want to go back and do it again, thinking about the good times he actually had, but every time he got close the scar on his back would ache and he'd be reminded why he quit in the first place.
He slouched a little in his chair, relaxing as much as one could in an airplane seat. It wasn't until he heard Dendera's voice, unusually soft like it had been earlier in his house, that his attention and focus was pulled from some sort of spaced off daze he had ended up in. 'Eighteen hours..plenty of time to sleep,' he thought to himself, pausing to think about the man's question after he heard it. "No, I've only ever been to Japan at an extremely young age and the rest up until now was spent in the states. I've traveled a variety of places, but most of those places were all here," he replied, his eyes glanced off as he spoke before returning them to his companion. "It's going to be hot isn't it," he said rather than asked, his eyes finding their way elsewhere. He almost looked restless, but really it was a habit, scanning everything, everyone, almost always on guard in some way, shape, or form. A habit he'd formed since the day he was 'expelled' from the gang. The only time he was really ever almost completely relaxed was when he was alone, even being with Dendera put him a bit on edge, though not as much as it had a month earlier.
"..I hate the heat," he finally confessed, eyes glancing to the side again, "it's distracting. It's easier to think when it's cold." The Vaporeon didn't really know what to make of what he just confessed to the man. Maybe there was nothing to make of it? For a change he was probably just providing some sort of mindless chatter himself, that or some part of him wanted the Umbreon to know something more about him than his name and the bad event of his past. Whatever it was, he could only wait for some sort of response to it, vaguely taking note of the sound of a woman on the overhead speakers.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 3:30 pm
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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x Dendera honestly hadn't thought that the vaporeon would have been to Africa. It wasn't common to meet someone in the States that had been. Granted, sometimes it happened, it just wasn't often. After Silas informed him that he had only been in the US and Japan, Dendera offered a little more information about himself, feeling bad for not having done such sooner. "I've traveled a lot. After..my caretaker disappeared I didn't really know where 'home' was. I guess I've spent a lot of time trying to figure that out." he admitted, still finding himself unable to say his soldier's name. He felt that the moment he said that name would be the moment he broke, worse than he had earlier even. He was terrified of it.
At Silas's next statement though a smile was finally brought to the man's face. Apparently his friend didn't know much about his home country, he probably just knew that deserts were generally thought of as hot. "It's pretty hot in the day time but it gets really cold at night. It's right on the Nile River." he added, trying to give the vaporeon an idea of his home, thinking about it brought up memories, good and bad ones. They were close to his heart.
He smiled at the vaporeon when he told him of his disdain for the heat. It wasn't so weird, most people had a preference but it was really just nice to have a normal conversation right now to distract himself. "Then I suppose we'll have to make sure we stay in a well cooled room." he offered. It seemed a lot like a vacation really, he was spending enough money for it to be. Each ticket costing over two thousand dollars, plus he would have to buy their room and anything else they needed while there. It dampened the experience of seeing his old home again knowing why he was going there though. He kept thinking that if he could just push it from his mind he'd be ok, he could make it through this, he was a soldier, he was strong, he could do this, but he couldn't do this. He was scared and lost.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:01 pm
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly"
"They say "home is where the heart is", but I wonder what you'd be left with if you had no heart..." he mused idly after the man spoke. He wasn't really referring to himself though. As cold and cruel as Silas could be, even he must've had some sort of heart, or else he wouldn't have punched the Umbreon like he had, or even be on the plane that he was currently on. He took note of Dendera's choice of words when he spoke about himself. The..'caretaker' was possibly the man mentioned in the letter, though he didn't know for sure, it could've been anyone really with how little Silas knew about the man. "I don't have a 'home' either," he added in, deciding to be generous with information on himself, just this once. He didn't find himself really minding it much at all, the lighter things anyway. More private matters he had a harder time speaking about and would far more often than not keep them to himself unless they were forced out of him somehow, someway. Dendera managed to accomplish that nearly impossible task earlier on, but he was about the only one who had.
The Vaporeon's attention focused a bit more on the man at the mention of a river. Of course he recognized the name, it was hard to find someone who didn't, but he was more focused on the 'water' factor. Water was usually cold, and cold was good to Silas, that and he rather enjoyed swimming. "Swimming," he decided to confess, and if he wasn't in such a tired and generous mood, he probably would have kept it to himself like most of the things he was saying, "I'd...rather go swimming..than stay inside all day.." That familiar faint blush found its way to his cheeks at his childish confession, his eyes glancing off to the side once more. It wasn't so embarrassing was it? Or at least it shouldn't have been..should it? Silas didn't know what was 'normally' embarrassing and what wasn't, only what he himself found to be embarrassing or not.
It seemed the plane was finally ready to take off, finished with all of the preparations and boarding. Another woman's voice came on the speakers overhead, but Silas was only vaguely aware of it. Instead, most of his focus was on Dendera, as it usually was when he was around the Umbreon. But this time he seemed so...fragile. He couldn't quite understand since he'd never experienced the death of someone close to him, he was almost like a child who didn't know what death was, except he did know what it was. He just couldn't relate to the feelings that the man was going through, but tried to at least not push things like he usually did. His accompanying the man would be for nothing if he didn't return to how he normally was, which was what Silas felt that he wanted, at least most of him. He still warred with himself when it came to Dendera, not exactly able to tell where it was all going.
The plane took off with ease, the flight to Egypt began with it's 18 hour duration. It was enough time to talk, enough time to sleep, doing both or neither depending on the person. Several of the passengers did one or the other, and some of the loud chatter that had been going on before the take off finally started to die down to low spoken conversations and whispers, even a few snores.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:00 am
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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It seemed though that Silas was more interested in the Nile than a 'home' really. He seemed pretty enthused by it actually, so much so that Dendera couldn't help but to laugh. "The River around Cairo isn't safe for tourists, it's filled with bacteria that will make you sick unless you've built up an immunity to it." as endearing as the thought was of seeing Silas actually having fun with something, the umbreon couldn't just let the man take a swim in the more dangerous waters. But he did remember that there were cleaner waters in the more southern parts of the Nile. Even though this wasn't a vacation he thought it would probably be nice to go, and take his mind off of things, just enjoy a few hours with his friend.
"But we could take a felluca to the the southern parts of the river, it's cleaner there. If you want to." he suggested just before they took off. Then he sat in silence awaiting the noise to end to hear the vaporeon's response to the offer. "If he's still there I know a man that owns one and gives rides along the river." he added once it was comfortably quiet enough to speak again.
He thought he would like that a lot, showing Egypt to the vaporeon, and seeing him enjoy himself in the river that Dendera had spent time swimming in as a small child. He knew though that when they arrived he would have a funeral to face. When Amasis had been declared dead after being missing for so long a funeral had already been held. It was hard enough for Dendera the first time, and then he had been in denial of it. But now he had to face the fact that it was real.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 12:26 pm
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly"
His eyes wandered off to the side again, though this time more intentionally. 'Somewhere I'm 'comfortable'? 'Safe'?..The place closest to that I can think of is..' he thought to himself, his eyes going a little wide briefly at his realization before he shook his head, trying to erase the answer from his mind. '...absurd,' he thought again stubbornly, glaring a little at nothing in particular. He wouldn't let himself believe it, couldn't even if he wanted to, it was far too soon for him to think something like that was possible, or for him to accept that the man had succeeded in actually making him feel something resembling ' comfortable' and 'safe'. Even with the fact that Silas visited him more than anyone else he knew, he was still too closed off to accept something like that.
"If there's time.." he replied again, still a bit stubbornly, the faint blush still lining the tops of his cheeks. He was about to ask what a 'felluca' was, but a yawn caught him off guard. The Vaporeon slapped a hand over his mouth soon after, squinting a little at the Umbreon before his eyes darted off to the side again, as they seemed to do frequently, his blush worsening just a bit more. It was too embarrassing for him, even though it was a common act among others. Yawning just showed how 'normal' he probably really was under his cold facade, a tiny glimpse at his 'real' self, probably the one that surfaced during his time at the night club where they first met.
Silas decided to let the conversation go quiet at some point, his eyelids winning the battle of his fight against sleep. It was a long flight, he was sure he'd wake up before it was over, though by then they would no longer be in the states. Somehow, that didn't bother him. He lived there, if 'living' was what you would call it, but it wasn't a place he was particularly attached to. The only place he'd miss, though he wouldn't admit it even to himself, was Dendera's house, but only because Dendera was there. It'd only been about a month, but that was record breaking for Silas. Being around the man as often as he was, being as 'open' as he was with him, it was all something he hadn't done in years. Some of the things he'd done around the man were even first time things. Whether he liked it, or could even admit it or not, he'd grown attached to the Umbreon, and it was far too late to take it back.
His eyelids finally closed the rest of the way, the vague background chatter going quiet and his consciousness slipping. It was peaceful in a way, strangely peaceful. Before he fell asleep, he idly wondered if it was because he was sleeping next to someone, or a certain someone in particular.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:41 pm
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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x Dendera didn't really notice the surprise in the vaporeon's eyes after he'd given his ideas on what a 'home' really was. He was still thinking on it himself, it wasn't easy to define it but he was fairly certain that at least for him it wasn't about heart. He was happy with his home in the United States. He'd found himself much more satisfied with his life in America, away from his memories and old duties. He was free to be a new person, his own person and had no expectations to live up to. He had learned finally to live his life for himself, not just to impress someone.
"Shouldn't be a problem, unless you're in a hurry to go back." the umbreon responded, fine with taking a trip along the Nile while they were there. Besides, with the high cost of tickets to go to Egypt, up in the thousands, the vaporeon might not get the chance to again. Though there were plenty of rivers that you could swim in, there was only one Nile River and most Americans never do get the chance to. Whether or not it meant anything to Silas was unclear, but Dendera felt he would enjoy sharing that with the boy.
Before the conversation could continue though, his friend let out a yawn that apparently had startled him as he quickly tried to hide it. Well, that was a good reminder of how much Dendera really did enjoy the vaporeon's company, as it made him laugh out which he didn't think he was capable of with what was going on. "Too cute.~" he teased. And it seemed that the yawn had been a signal of things to come because soon after the boy had settled down he was out, peacefully sleeping.
Honestly, after the day he'd had, the umbreon was also pretty exhausted. He spent a couple of hours just thinking and watching Silas while he rested up. Dendera still wasn't sure how he was going to be able to face the funeral but he tried to block it out, deal with it when he got there. He wondered if it would be odd that he brought someone with him, especially someone like his vaporeon friend, so stubborn and distant. But then, he wasn't really sure that he cared if it was or not.
Eventually the dark-skinned man also drifted off into sleep with his thoughts. At least he could rest up for what was to come. It didn't seem too long that he'd wake up and drift off again. And finally he awoke to the sounds of the plan landing, and the announcements of their arrival.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:02 pm
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly"
Silas drifted in and out of sleep for what felt like the longest time, surreal even. Sometimes he'd wake up and find Dendera asleep, other times he'd find him barely awake and staring off into some sort of direction. The Vaporeon had once woken to one of the flight attendants asking if he wanted or needed anything, though at first she didn't get very far since he practically pulled his dagger on her from the surprise wake up call. He'd gotten it past security luckily, and it remained rested against his tail bone and lower back. A comfort yet also a burden, in a variety of ways. He did manage to stay awake long enough to snack on something, though it wasn't much. He didn't eat much, or sleep much for that matter. Silas usually only slept about five hours a night, sometimes less if he was studying for tests or playing his guitar, and his sleep was light. Old habits from his gang days when he would sleep in abandoned buildings or on the streets, sometimes staying up all night just to 'complete an assignment' of sorts. Now he couldn't sleep in even if he wanted to, unless he was intoxicated. Old habits died hard.
His eyes finally snapped open for the last time as the sudden shaking of the plane landing and the announcement of arriving at their destination swept over from the overhead speakers. The Vaporeon glanced around briefly, as usual, before allowing himself to stretch. It was necessary if he didn't want to make a fool of himself trying to get up with overly stiff joints from the long rest. It appeared his companion was also awake, saving the trouble of him having to try and wake him, which wouldn't have been very pleasant for the man as Silas wasn't exactly what you would call 'gentle'.
Unboarding was a bit of a nuisance. After managing to pull his bag and coat down from the overhead compartment, getting out of the plane took far longer than his patience was capable of withstanding. He was on people's heels, nudging and pushing occasionally when someone stopped for what he considered to be a stupid reason and held up the line of passengers. He just about snapped, but they'd managed to get off of the exiting stairs just beforehand and he quickly walked off to the side, away from the crowd to calm himself down.
Silas didn't voice any of his complaints, merely bottled them up with a sour face and started walking off towards the airport itself, out of the heat, since they'd need to pick up Dendera's luggage. But inside the building, past the glass doors with shining and slightly fogged up silver handles, it was almost just as crowded. People were walking in all sorts of directions and at all sorts of speeds. It felt good to get into an air conditioned building, but the air conditioning didn't count for much when there was so much body heat. It was stifling. What was supposed to be a breath of cool air was instead filled with heat and all sorts of smells, many of which were not very appealing. "I'm going to go change," he finally spoke up, glancing around for his target before looking back at the Umbreon, "In that bathroom over there. Meet me there when you have your things." The Vaporeon gave a small pointing to the location he designated as a meeting spot before leaving the man's side, not waiting for a reply. Oddly enough, it felt kind of strange being on his own again, though he should have been used to it by now.
After struggling through the crowd, trying his best to maneuver in it but still managing to run into a few people, he kicked open the men's room door with a foot and walked past the men lining the urinals like cattle. He moved over to the only empty stall, kicking its door open as well before stepping inside, closing and locking it behind him and setting his bag down on the back of the toilet. It wasn't clean, but he wasn't picky. Silas changed quickly, pulling off his black pants and shirt, somehow managing to get them off with relatively little difficulty over his shoes and collar. The Vaporeon opened his bag and stuffed the clothes in before he pulled out a pair of cut up blue jeans, sliding them on before yanking out an old blood stained and somewhat shredded up white, loose wife beater. He stared at it for a moment in his hands, running a thumb over one of the cuts almost carefully, forgetting where he was in that moment. "I never thought I'd be wearing this again..." he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes a little before slipping it on over his head and pale skin almost slowly, carefully, yet his fingers were pulling at it roughly like he wanted to rip it up completely. Silas pulled it down to the top of his thighs, sliding his hair out and ruffling it a bit, only pausing briefly before closing his bag and exiting the stall, then the bathroom altogether to meet his companion, trying to push old memories from his mind. Even though he tried to hide it from his face, it was obvious with the evidence he was now wearing. It was a little distorted with all the cuts in it, but there was a larger cut spread across the part of the shirt that covered his lower back, where his scar was placed. His scar was still hidden for the most part, but only by the fact that the top was loose.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 10:19 am
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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x Dendera was by this point used to the slow and noisy act of exiting a plane. Everyone moved at their own pace, some people trying to turn around realizing they'd lost something or forgotten something, and some people trying furiously to push through in a hurry. The umbreon could help but to smile to himself as he quickly found out that Silas was the type to push through, anytime someone wanted to stop giving them a shove and getting obviously impatient. He thought about telling the boy to behave himself, just to tease him, but he decided he would just prefer to watch the vaporeon being so pushy. It was cute in the vaporeon's own pissy way.
Once they were off the plane Dendera could see the land he'd left behind so long ago. He barely noticed Silas's directions and pointing as he looked around, soaking up his environment. This was nothing new to him, arriving in an airport to a place he'd thought he was done with. Then again it was completely new to him, the umbreon wasn't the type to really attend funerals. He been brought to his family's funeral at one point as a child but he barely remembered it and barely remembered them. But this funeral was much different, he now fully understood what a funeral was and he truly cared for the man that it was for.
A part of himself wanted to put blame on himself for not being there to save him. But then logic tried to tell the umbreon that he would have just been lost to the war as well considering that at the time he was inexperienced in war. Yes, Dendera knew how to shoot a gun at that age. He'd been firing off weapons since he was a small child, but he didn't understand war at the time and he certainly was no hero. But still that part of him wanted to blame himself. He couldn't have explained it but some how it was a bit of solace to do such.
Once he relearned the airport, and all that he could see through the windows, he went to pick up his bags. It took a while to actually collect them, so many people piled up grabbing bags and some even complaining to the others about not finding something there. And of course the umbreon had to present his identification and permits to be able to pick up Hope and Faith. Once all of it was dealt with and he had all of his luggage, he headed to where he vaguely remembered the vaporeon pointing for him to go to.
Once he got there, he found a surprising sight. Silas was there, as he'd said he would be, but he was wearing the most worn out and torn up tank top that Dendera could possibly imagine. The shirt was covered in tears with a few blood stains to accompany them, the most noticeable tear to the umbreon though was the large one in the vicinity of the scar that Silas always seemed so pained to show. He was fairly sure by that where the shirt had come from and it made him tense. He knew those memories hurt his friend and he wanted to push them away for him, though he probably couldn't. When he approached, instead of a greeting, he offered, "I'm going to buy you some clothes. You can say no if you like but they won't be my size and good luck getting a refund here so I would hope you wouldn't throw them away." he was sure to leave the man with no choice but to accept the offer.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 3:53 pm
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly" 
He didn't have to wait too long for his companion to arrive, but it was long enough for him to lean against a wall and let his eyes scan over the sea of moving heads, as well as some of the airport's layout. When he did see the Umbreon, being easier to spot with the long hair and gold markings, he stood up from where he was, waiting. His mind was attempting to swim into memories because of his shirt and he didn't like it, especially not in such a public place. But what choice did he have really? He never shopped much, and when he did it was only to buy what he needed. His wardrobe was small, he practically carried his life in a suitcase like a gypsy, always able to leave spur of the moment at any time if he wanted to and not risk leaving anything valuable behind. He wasn't attached to many things, he didn't own many things, and that applied to just about his whole life. The top he was wearing now was the only tank top he had, it was more practical when he was always running around or fighting, sleeves got in the way and only made you get hotter faster when you were always moving.
Silas was only half paying attention until he heard what the man said, his eyes darting up to the red ones, which was probably a mistake. If there was anything about his companion that he couldn't argue with, it was his eyes. Worse still, they always seemed to calm down whatever fit, argument, or resistance he had the urge to throw at him. He opened his mouth to protest, but as usual, the will to argue dissipated and he closed it again with a small sigh. "...fine, but only the top, I'm keeping my pants," he replied, that same unamused look on his face. Realistically, he did kind of stand out, if 'kind of' was how you'd describe it. The cuts and old blood on his shirt was drawing attention from quite a few of the other people passing through the airport, and the Vaporeon hated standing out like a sore thumb.
Silas set his bag down briefly and slid on his black, waist length coat, trying to cover up as much of the obvious as possible before picking his bag back up and slinging it over his shoulder. His coat was more or less one made for a variety of seasons, though summer, or the desert, obviously wasn't one of them. It looked something of a cross between one made for cool fall weather and something that could handle a decent amount of winter cold, but it was the only one he had. "You'll have to lead the way, I don't know where anything is yet," he added in, waiting for his companion to do so. Whether they got a shirt at a store in the airport or a store in the city didn't matter, just so long as they got to wherever they were going without having to deal with anymore strange looks, it was starting to get on the Vaporeon's nerves.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:16 am
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
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Now that they had all of their belongings, it was off to the city with them. Outside of the airport the air was thick with sand, the scent of the desert all around them and Dendera took a deep breath in of the humid and sandy air, it was a scent that he'd long ago forgotten and his mind had romanticized in loving memories. There was also the sounds of the city, and Cairo truly was a big and beautiful city. Unlike what you would imagine of a desert city, it was all tall buildings and paved roads, just like any big city. But what set it apart was the desert sands just outside of the borders and the Nile River that rushed by so closely.
He led the way but didn't tug the vaporeon around by his wrist as he did fairly often. He just wasn't thinking, well he was thinking, just he wasn't thinking about Silas (which really was rare for him). It may have been a bit selfish, considering that the vaporeon had dropped everything to come with him to his old homeland, but all that Dendera could really think about when it was quiet was Amasis and the life that he had with him, and the fact that he could never have that again.
Dendera enjoyed his life, he really did, especially having the vaporeon around as of late, but the loss of the man that had made him aspire to be everything that he was now was a very heavy blow, regardless of how happily he had been living without him. When Dendera came upon a store that sold clothing, he was reminded again of where he was going and the man that followed behind him. He turned to him now and offered a small weak smile, trying to hide away the thoughts that he had been lost in, "Here should be fine," he said as he held open the door for Silas now.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:47 am
"He's a beautiful monster"
"You're a knife, sharp and deadly"
He merely followed behind the Umbreon, not saying a word as they finally exited the airport, only to be greeted with what Silas considered to be a heat worse than he'd ever felt before. It was harder to breathe, the heat was quickly on him, and it was a loud and large city, not that he'd been expecting it to be a small town. But, even though he had the urge to mutter some remark, some comment that disagreed with his new environment, he kept his words and thoughts to himself, instead getting lost in observing the city as they walked, the people, and most of all, Dendera. He still didn't understand losing someone, not in the way that the Umbreon had, and didn't know what it could really do to a person. He'd seen bits and pieces of such things on tv shows, but as he'd learned before their 'trip', the tv shows are seldom right when it comes to personal matters like that.
It was strange to be so focused on the man, though he tried to force himself to do otherwise. He almost felt..concerned? Worried? More new feelings that he still wasn't used to, along with others. Silas watched him carefully, taking note of his silence, even the way he carried himself. It was different from the Dendera that he was usually around, and he wasn't really sure how to handle or deal with the man as he currently was, one of Dendera's knacks.
By the time Dendera finally stopped at a store, the Vaporeon was panting quietly, unused to the heat and humidity of Egypt. His coat was starting to feel like a heavy bag of sand on his back, his bag only feeling like another on top of that. He stopped a little delayed, glancing up at the man with a look that really lacked amusement, for the briefest moment, before his attention focused on the weak smile the man wore. He could see through it, all too used to hiding things of his own, but didn't say a word. Silas only turned to face the shop, walking forward and pushing his way inside, the bells tied to the top of the door ringing annoyingly in his ears.
The shop itself looked like any other, at least to Silas. As he didn't go shopping often, the way stores were set up and looked in the states compared to Egypt didn't really translate any disagreement for him. To him, they all looked the same, and he still liked spending the least amount of time in them as possible. He could almost instantly feel the air conditioning, standing straight up and taking in a breath of the refreshing cool air, almost dropping his bag in the process, not that he would have particularly cared. And soon enough, one of the shop keepers quickly made their way over to the two, asking what they were looking for and trying to get in on some sort of sales deal like with any other customer that walked in the door.
"And it's me that you cut into"
"But I don't mind"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:22 am
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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Soon after Silas entered the shop, the Egyptian followed. Whether Silas knew it or not, the store was almost identical to the kinds of clothing stores that you could see in the hotter climate areas of America. Thin materials, easily breathable clothing. Some clothing stores did sell thicker clothing here but that was mostly just to warm up if you went out at night because it could drop to very cold temperatures very fast - something that Silas would learn soon enough if he didn't know it already.
Dendera shooed away the store clerk telling him that they were fine, that they would just browse the shop. The umbreon didn't really speak to Silas in this time, keeping his silence, afraid that if he talked it would become obvious that he was preoccupied with thoughts of the funeral. Really, it was probably obvious anyway but he wanted to at least try to hide how distressed he was from the other. All that his mind continued to supply was memories of the past, of him taking apart and putting together guns, trying to impress Amasis, memories of Amasis 'wrestling' with him in the floor like fathers do with their sons.
Amasis had been there for him when he had lost everything and was so young that he didn't even realize what it was that he lost - or that he lost anything for that matter. He realized after a moment that he'd stood at the front of the store silently for too long in his thoughts and he shook it off, giving another smile to his companion in hopes of brushing off whatever concern his stiff moment of thought might have brought.
He began to browse through the store, looking for the light shirts. It didn't take long to find them and he shifted through them, finding a pale blue one after a while, and he wore a simple smile looking at the shirt, the color blue having become something that he was accustomed to. He sifted through them until he found one that he thought would fit the vaporeon and then he held it out to hand it to him. He looked around the store immediately after, finding the changing room sign and then pointing it out to Silas, "Go put it on~" he said softly, motioning for him to go and do such and the umbreon could pay for it and Silas could wear it out of the store. It had to be infinitely better than that jacket.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 10:04 am
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly" 
Silas waited as patiently as he could, mainly just glad to be in an air conditioned room instead of outside in the blistering heat. He was aware of the too long silence Dendera held, but said nothing, as he was forcing himself to do on this particular trip. He was tempted to say a thing or two here and there, but he figured since Dendera wasn't talking, who was almost always the first to break the silence, that maybe he just wanted some quiet to himself. He could respect that wish, as he himself had wanted it on many occasions, and the Umbreon gave it to him. It wasn't so much a matter of Silas 'spoiling' the man, in the small ways that he knew how, but more so that he was showing the respect he had for his companion when he felt he really needed to.
He waited further still as the man sifted through the clothes, only moving enough to follow him to the section of materials. When one was finally handed to him he paused to look at it, swiping it from the man's hand before heading in the direction of the pointed out changing rooms, squinting a little ahead as he walked. Upon reaching a room, he turned the nob of a door of one of the unoccupied rooms and stepped inside, closing and locking it before dropping his bag onto the built in bench. The Vaporeon pulled open the zipper of the bag after hanging up the new shirt on the hanger lever, stripping off his coat and shoving it inside before doing the same with his worn out tank top, managing to pull the zipper shut all the way with a small struggle.
It was then that he turned back around, taking the new shirt and holding it out for a better look for a moment. He decided not to stare at it too long and risk changing his mind, pulling off the tag and setting the hanger back on the lever. He tried to slip the shirt on a couple times, but its design had thrown him off. Finally, he looked for the inside tag, pulling it over his head for the third time and slipping his arm through, pulling it down and pulling his mussed hair out the back and fixing the tag. Silas paused again, his brow drawing together in confusion as he felt over his right shoulder, immediately taking note of the lack of material before looking into the mirror. His eyes went a little wide, a light blushing rising to his cheeks as he got a better look at the shirt, half of his collarbone and very top part of his chest exposed, as well as his shoulder. It wasn't much skin, in fact, it was very little, but it still made his hair stand on end, made him feel embarrassed to be wearing something that showed even the slightest bit more skin than he was used to ever showing.
Silas stared at his reflection for what felt like the longest time before finally, slowly, opening the changing room door. Holding his bag in one hand and balling his other, he made his way up one of the isles of clothing to the front of the store. The Vaporeon stopped near the register, his blush increasing at the eyes that glanced at him, and even more so when he finally managed to look up at Dendera. His eyes darted down and off to the side after briefly catching the sight of the man's red ones, trying his best to contain whatever outburst was threatening to rise up inside of him. Instead, he shot an embarrassed glare at the man, forcing himself to speak, albeit strained. "Ready to go," he said more than asked through almost gritted teeth, 'before I kill you dead in this store,' his mind finished.
He didn't wait for a reply from the man, instead, he just walked firmly ahead, kicking open the shop door and stepping back out into the heat of Egypt. But, this time, he didn't quite feel like he had sand bags on his back. It was still hot as hell, but least now he was wearing something that could breathe, albeit embarrassed him at the same time.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 1:24 pm
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky
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It took no time at all for the clerk to ring up the total and the Egyptian paid for it before his companion ever even exited the stall. He tucked the shopping bag into his own bag just as he saw the door of the dressing room open to reveal Silas, wearing the thin blue shirt. He seemed tense and angry but the umbreon was too emotionally exhausted to put up an argument as to why he had chosen the slightly showy top, instead for once just letting the vaporeon deal with his disdain for it without commentary. It was unlike the darker male to be so apathetic towards any action or words that he got from Silas but all the things that he had been feeling recently were really starting to wear him down - to the point that all he wanted to do was curl up in a bed and let his mind go somewhere else, somewhere that lacked a thought or a feeling.
He did have the state of mind to at least speak a quiet compliment as the two exited the store, "It looks nice on you." he said, giving that same weak smile. Once they were back out into the warmth of the desert sun, it brought a bit of energy to the Egyptian, feeling the heat and the sand that rushed through the air. But still he wanted to lay down, not necessarily sleep, but lay down at least for a little while. "Do you mind if we go and get a room now? I can show you the city later if you want.." he offered, unsure if it would be a disappointment to Silas or not, but judging from how negatively the vaporeon treated most things and the fact that he already seemed miserable in the heat, the umbreon should have known that the only thing about the city that might even interest the other was a dip in the lovely Nile River.
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