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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:34 am
He nodded, slowly, that he didn't mind being taken home. Here he had always thought he'd be the one leading someone home from a date, but it seemed life was being funny with him as of late.
First this, and a Hillworth boy that that. Hillworth! He couldn't believe it. He was honestly surprised. Whenever anyone mentioned that school, he had always been set that the boys there were hardened criminals with one foot in prison. They were rough children, some of them former bullies he had, who were missing a few screws of morality and a bit of animal tendencies and were better for a sanitarium or to be leashed to some pole in the back yard. However, he made exceptions. Zac and Demy were Hillworth boys who he had only the best impressions of, being his former teammates. They were there by mistake – or so he set himself to believe. Just like a few people in prison, they were innocent and had been framed or had a bad case that placed them there. But Billy? The boy had only been tender, kind, and gentle if not sensitive. He mentioned being a dark creature who needed healing, but he saw nothing of the sort. If anything, he had been a perfect gentleman. Even now he suggested bringing him home. No normal Hillworth boy who deserved to be in that school would do that!
"Um..I don't mind going to Hillworth." He lied, wanting to please. " …I know a few people there." Didn't Paris go to Hillworth now that he thought about it? True, that boy needed some discipline to keep him from running around, but he wasn't a bad person either. " …if they allow visitors…or there is a way in, I can visit. Seems a shame I can't just call you." He wished Billy had a phone. He could text him anytime he wanted, not that he would do that. He'd be too shy to bother him and wouldn't know what to text him about. Still, if he patrolled at night at ungodly hours, he could break into Hillworth for him. He already broke into Crystal. No point in stopping there.
He wanted to show he wasn't going to limit him, and continued to walk, side by side, and still took note that they hadn't broken their clasped hands. Wasn't Billy bothered by it? Wouldn't people on the street notice?
"I don't mind watching you paint. I can be really quiet if you need me to." As evident by the fact he barely spoke their entire date. Even his voice seemed small that the snow almost took it away. The cold air made him take notice of Billy's hand more and more.
"Ah, the painting. I should pay you for that. You went through all the trouble.." He reached into his pocket for the money he brought with him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 12:47 pm
"The Hillworth grounds are not fit for someone like you to grace its presence with," Billy explained. Besides, who wanted to break in to Hillworth anyway? "As for silence when I paint? It is not a necessity. If anything a break in the silence would probably spare me some peace of mind." Then as an after though Billy added, "And if it were you, all the better." As if he needed to supply any more flattery.
Now, as for payment, Billy could not graciously decline, as probably would have been proper decorum. He needed the money, if not for supplies than to feed his stomach. Or make pay phone calls. So the took the money, but supplied, "If not for my regrettable monetary circumstance I would not take this from you."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:56 pm
It wasn't like he would have wanted to go, but as a gesture, he felt it would have been nice to at least put the idea out there. It seemed mean to refuse to see Billy just because he was in a horrid school, and if he had to, he knew ways to get into a school undetected. A quick teleportation here and a bit of sneaking there, and he could get in. Then it was just a matter of finding a way out, which he was sure Billy would know. Still, if he didn't have to go, he wasn't about to push it. The furthest away from the bullies of his past, the better. He didn't want to see if he could fit in Hillworth lockers or who knew what else.
"Well, if not there, then how about we meet someplace else?" He thought about it, and guessed that since they were leading the way to his house, it was at least the right thing to do to say he could visit. "If you want to come over sometime, then you can." The only thing he would have to say to Billy later was that they could not mention dating around his mother. She would naturally assume that Billy was his friend and nothing more. Having that be brought up would lead to a conversation he did not want to have.
Ladon continued to lead the way to his house, glad that they were not far. "I don't mind paying. I said I would. You deserve it for the painting." He wondered if he should have paid more considering Billy might be on hard times, and guessed he would pay for the movies or whatever else next time. Maybe he would try suggesting things that didn't involve money. Like......this. This was free and ...............nice.
He held the painting in his other hand and then thought of the youma. "You can get back to your dorm safety, right?" He wondered if youma came after Billy and worried.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 5:31 pm
"I haven't met a monster yet that wasn't on my terms," Billy said with a smirk. If he sensed it, he usually went the other way, unless he was curious. Even then, he knew better than to let it see him. Or go investigating without a meat shield.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry." After all, Billy sure wasn't worried.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:16 pm
For all that Billy was joking, Ladon had been serious. "Yet." He said, and looked to the other. "That's what it comes down to. Yet. Monsters do not meet on your terms. You might just find one will creep up on you. 'Yet' is just a matter of time." His one eye had been serious, and for all that his face was young and sweet, that one eye was sharp and bright. Then, he broke into a smile. "You should be careful, just in case."
With that, he was quiet again, back to being silent and struggling with his own thoughts and emotions. It was a relief to see his house and he stopped before the small front gate that separated his front yard from the sidewalk. "Thanks...for this." He paused, hand on the gate but not yet opening it. "It was nice. You can call whenever you want. I usually make time for anyone that does." He started to flip up the little latch. This was it for now after all, and he broke his hand away from Billy's. "Good night, Billy."
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:24 pm
Was that caring? It was something foreign to Billy, and was thus met with apprehension and a general aloofness. His own parents didn't give a damn. No mere boy could possibly. No one cared for Billy. It wasn't about to be something he was going to change now.
"It was a pleasure to walk you home," Billy said, once more resuming the chivalrous act as he lifted that pale hand to his lips and bowed slightly, as if Ladon were some virtuous lady. "I will call when I can. I look forward to our next meeting." The smile that followed could have either been defined as warm and caring, or purely wicked. It was hard to tell.
"Good night, Ladon."
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:29 pm
Caring. Despite all the people who could say he was evil, and all the corruption that very well said he was, he could care. Those who invested time to care for him, as he assumed Billy did, got the same if not more in return. Ladon cared a lot for people. Some called it weakness, but it was his strength. What he cared for was what he fought for.
For Ladon, he took the smile as sweet understanding and kindness, if not a desire to meet again. A desire that no one ever had for him. No one ever desired him in any sense of the word unless their desire was to throw him in the trash or hide his gym clothes.
No. He smiled just as sweetly back at Billy, unlocked the gate and sidestepping to watch him and still make it across the lawn, he waved. "Good Night. Be safe." He added, very much like a concerned parent. He bumped against the door, turned, and then glancing one last time at where Billy stood, waved again and slowly stepped inside - a little smile on his face and a small flutter in his chest.
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