|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 12:28 am
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {--painting (sunshine) } Roleplay Linkstatus: Complete
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 12:34 am
Solo Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Night time Musings}
Darkness settled in, the pitter-patter of rain started to dance across the cold windowpanes. The slight n** in the air curled and hunted for its first human victim to spread its chill through. Though spring was here the nights were still cold, especially when the rain clouds poured in. The people who inhabited the city were longing for those summer rays, but they were taking longer then expected to arrive. Still never the less the markets were bubbling during the day but once evening hit, it became vacant.
“Ashton….” Came a soft voice, gray hues of the dust shimmering in the low light. The house was a little colder then normal tonight, usually his guardian kept it warmer since he got cold easy. Checking his Guardians room, frowning a little when he saw it was empty. The bed was made which meant he hadn’t been there yet today. They split the house chores, Ziya made beds and swept while Ashton took care of everything else. Heather had been teaching Ashton how to cook, he was getting a little better but some things turned disastrous.
Heading downstairs, he looked around and peeked into the kitchen, seeing another empty room. Last place to check was the living room, which considering its name, they hardly spent any time in it. Normally when they sat and talked together it was either in the kitchen or oddly enough in the upstairs hallway. There was a nice large window at the end of the hallway and they’d lie there side by side and stare out it. They would always have their funniest conversations there, they’d talk about weird things like what would a cloud taste like if they ate it. On very special occasions when Ashton was feeling more open, Ziya was able to get questions in about his guardian’s parents and his childhood. Never the less, it was always his favorite thing to do with the other.
Peeking into the living room, he spotted the raven-haired male crouched in front of old fireplace trying to light matches. Covering his mouth with a small hand, he suppressed his giggles as Ashton cursed at the little matchsticks. Deep storm blue hues seemed to glare accusingly at the matchsticks; as if he was trying to tell them they were against him in his quest for heat and warmth. Finally a giggle slipped last his hand and his guardian’s eyes were turned on him.
”Hey, Don’t laugh…. I’d like to see you try” Ashton pouted a little, standing and itching the side of his head as he stared down at the fireplace. Ziya couldn’t help but worry over the state of his guardian, who looked a little more worn and tired then usual. Sure he always had some dark rings around his eyes from his lack of sleep but he seemed a little more, off then normal.
Walking closer, he picked up the matches Ashton had left on the floor and looked at them. Then looking at the dry wood in the fireplace, eh frowned a little. Lightening created fire when it touched something dry right? So perhaps if he tried, maybe he could get the fire started. Crouching down, he too looked at the fireplace carefully then up at Ashton, who was watching him with a quirked eyebrow. Sticking his hand into the fireplace, he closed his eyes and focused on his abilities he knew he had. That Teen Dust had told him a lot of it was about concentration, and if he focused he could do it. So he tried to concentrate on lightening, electricity, the seer power it had. He’d watched many lightening storms and knew how destructive it could be if it happened to strike something. Soon he felt a tingle in his hand, his fingertips felt a little numb and the back of his neck itchy as well. He heard a soft gasp escape Ashton behind him and his gray hues flicked open soon after.
“Ziya, Careful!” Ashton exclaimed, grabbing the boy around the waist and hauling him back. The boys hand was still in the fireplace when there was a flash t hen the fireplace had sprung to life with a crack.
“Wow... it worked…” Ziya said softly, his eyes dancing as the flames slowly started to over take the wood in the fireplace. The fire danced and crackled as heat started to fill the room, driving the cold away.
“No... Magic in the house please…” Ashton said slowly, getting to his feet and rubbing his arm a little. “But thanks for getting the fire lit….” He smiled a little and gathered the matches from the child and headed back to the kitchen to put them away. Soon he came back and flopped down into the couch and half lay across the couch. His dark hair sprayed across the couch, eyes closed as he draped his legs over the arm of the couch.
“Ashton…are you okay?” The yellow haired dust asked, moving to sit beside his head, looking down at the older male. Seeing a single eye open to look up at him, a sigh escaping the other. There was a long silence after that; only the crackle of the fireplace filled the emptiness of the room. It was almost eerie really; rarely was there such silence between the two of them.
”I’m fine Ziya… don’t worry so much” Came his answer, one that really didn’t make the child feel any better. All it did was make him worry more for the other, sure he wasn’t the chattiest person in the world but Ashton usually seemed a bit more, uppity in his own quiet sort of way.
“Are you sick? I could go get Heather if you’re sick….” Ziya pressed on, poking his guardian’s forehead as if to prove he wasn’t going to give up. The child felt like he had a right to know what was wrong with his guardian; they were like family after all.
Ashton gave the boy a tired look and sighed a bit, rubbing his forehead where it had been poked. There wasn’t really anything wrong, he just felt a little run down, tired, that sort of thing. Though it was kind of nice to know the kid did worry about him, sometimes he felt like he wasn’t good enough for the small boy. That he was the worst kind of parent a kid could really ask for. But Ziya never complained, he was always just too happy and really positive. His positive ness counter acted his sheer negativity that he always carried like baggage.
“Just tired Ziya really…mentally preparing for Heather dinner tomorrow… you know she’s pretty mad we haven’t been over to visit in a while” Ashton smiled, earning a nod from Ziya.
“Its your own fault…”
”I know…. But she’s evil…”
”So? She makes a yummy dinner.”
”But she throws stuff at me!”
”You deserve it… most of the time…”
”I do not…. Sparky…” Ashton chuckled at the sudden nickname but poked the child’s cheek. “If something is seriously wrong kid… I’ll tell you okay?”
”Promise?” Ziya asked hopefully, a bright smile on his face the whole time.
”Promise” Ashton smiled a little then closed his eyes again. Soon the soft sound of snoring was heard; the raven-haired male had drifted off to sleep quickly. It never took the young adult that long to fall asleep. He liked to catch a nap whenever he could, and could fall asleep almost anywhere.
Ziya giggled a little and hurried upstairs quietly before coming back down with a blanket. The child draped it over the other and smiled at him. They had the perfect balance he thought; they both took care of each other equally. It wasn’t Like Father and Son, or even like best friends; it was just that they were equal and had respect for each other enough to function properly. Their relationship was odd never the less, but Ziya looked up to Ashton and really had lots of respect for him and how hard he worked all the time. He just wished Ashton could be happier in a sense when two people were involved he supposed. He tried to get his guardian to go out on dates but he never did; perhaps he could convince him to take up one of Shepard’s dinner invitations? Or to go see Lan; the guardian of his dust friend Krinn, and go to dinner with him? Hrmm… what an Idea! Maybe Heather would help!
The Yellow haired boy hurried upstairs to go plot about fixing his Guardian up with someone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:39 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Lazy Afternoons....} Link Status:... discontinued
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:48 pm
Life Dust
Glass.
(Child --> Teen*)
When lightening strikes the gritty opaque, and chaotic sand, the result is a clear piece of glass. Ziya has never known the full extent of who his guardian is nor does he have a very easy time in reading him. With someone as quiet and reserved as Ashton, this is no major surprise. Since Ziya emerged from his bottle, he has been trying to show his guardian that he is a reliable and independent child by helping out whenever possible. However in the latest attempt, something goes wrong. Ziya’s helping ways have angered Aston, and not because the act wasn't helpful, but because it struck a chord with something Ashton is hiding. Ziya now has to confront his feelings towards his guardian and the secrets he holds. How much does Ziya really know? How much is Ashton willing to say? Does the event bring clarity?
*Please note, there's a minimum word requirement of 700 words for this quest.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:49 pm
Solo Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ { Glass... pt. 1}
As night drew in closer, the stars waited patiently in the sky for their moment to shine. The stage was almost set as the fireflies too waited for their cue so the symphony of the night could truly begin. With summer in full swing, it took longer for night to make its arrival. But as dusk settled, the heavy feel of the air gave a feeling that rain was on its way to disrupt the stars view. It caressed the sides of the house, the fog from the sea threatening to roll into town towards the homes seaside.
The yellow haired boy was shuffling around upstairs while his baby sitter, Heather puttered around cooking something for dinner. Ziya was working hard upstairs, wanting to get the rooms all cleaned up as a surprise. Ashton had been so busy with work that he hadn’t had time to go through the boxes like he said he wanted to. So Ziya figured he could go through them and maybe put some stuff up around the house. He had always noticed how there were spaces on the walls where pictures had been hung once. He found it a little strange, he’d been in Heathers home before and s he had all kinds of photos and such on the walls, paintings you name it. But at their home, everything felt more… empty then hers. The boy would never complain but found it odd. He remembered Heather pointing out pictures of her and Ashton from when they were kids, or pictures of Heather and her bothers and parents. The child had asked once if Ashton had ever owned pictures of his family and the women had just sighed and shook her head a little; telling him it wasn’t for her to say.
Sighing softly, Ziya paused after sorting up his own little room and Ashton’s before looking at a door he’d never gone through before. It always had that do not enter feel to it and when asked Ashton told him not to even bother with it, that there was only junk inside. He figured if t here was junk inside then why didn’t he just toss it out? Chewing his lip for a moment, he reached for the door handle and turned the knob. Pushing the door open, he coughed at the dust that flew towards him, screaming to get out of the room.
“Wow…” Ziya whispered as he looked around the room. It wasn’t a junk room at all; it was an old bedroom! There was a large king size four poster bed in the center of the room, t he old faded looking blue comforter placed neatly over top the made bed. There was a nightstand beside the bed with an old dust covered glass, eyeglasses folded up neatly on top of a faded book. An old looking lamp sat there was well behind all those items; the chain switch swung from the air form the door, disrupting a little spider web. Against the wall of the doorway against the far wall was an old oak dresser, a mirror propped up behind it. There were various items scattered all over it, hairbrushes, jewelry boxes you name it. There was also a picture frame, which caught the youth’s eye quickly. Leaving the door, he walked into the room over to the picture. Running his hand over the heavily dust covered glass, he got most of it off so eh could see the faces. There was a tall man with a friendly face, an average size mustache and slight stubble of beard. Then there was a slender looking lady with a loose bun, loose pieces of hair falling around her gentle looking face. Then there was a small boy in between them looking about the age of five standing there with bright eyes. This Ashton was nothing like the guardian he had no, the eyes were what made him look very different from the picture. There were no dark bruises of stress and sleepless nights or over worked days. No sorrow that seemed to linger in the back of the storm colored hues. It was… strange.
Setting the picture back down, Ziya walked around the room as if taking in all the little details. This room seemed to hold a passage into his guardian’s life that he’d never been allowed to see. Spotting a closet, he walked over and drew the twin doors open, coughing again at the assault of dust. On the floor of the closet were boxes upon boxes stacked up of what looked like on family items. That’s were all of the pictures and vases and everything went!
Time flew by without Ziya knowing, as if like the room time hadn’t shifted in a long time, time locked. Sitting on the floor, the smaller had shifted through all the boxes, sorting them out to things that should come out. He figured this would warm up the empty house, make it a bit nicer. He also took it upon himself to clean the room, get rid of all the dust and open the window for fresh air. No one was sleeping in here but it would be nice to air out everything and scare out the spiders. The room felt much warmer now, not to vacant and old. Moving back to the boxes, he spotted something wrapped in old newspaper. He gently picked it up and started to unwrap it, being careful of whatever the object was. Soon his eyes widened upon seeing a lovely vase. It was made out of nice clay with shards of sea glass pressed into the sides like little windows. Holding it up to t he lights he could see blue, green and red hues take to the wall as the light passed through it.
“Pretty….” He breathed, gray hues bright. He looked around and tidied up everything he’d take out, setting the pictures he wanted to hang up out to the side. Ziya wanted to wash the vase and put flowers in it and set it on the kitchen table, to brighten up the room. Ashton always talked about getting a vase for flowers but they never could find a cheap enough one they liked. This was perfect!
Rushing towards the stairs, he wanted to get it all washed before setting it up as the surprise. He thundered down the stairs as fast as he could, his eyes flashing bright with glee.
“Ziya there you are!” Heather chimed, a gentle smile on her face. He was sitting comfortably in one of the kitchen chairs, a hand placed on her swollen belly. Her red hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, her face a little flushed from cooking. “That Lazy guardian of yours should be home any second now… what do you have there?” She asked softly, sitting up a little more. She seemed to recognize it by the look in her green hues.
“I was cleaning up upstairs and found it! Isn’t it pretty!” Ziya chimed sweetly, rushing over to her to show it off. He seemed very proud to have found it since it was so very pretty. Before she could say anything else the front door was unlocked and was swung open swiftly.
“Hey, you guys up still?” Ashton called, starting to shrug off his coat. Close behind him was the tall looming man, Shepard, whom worked with Ashton at the bar. The quiet brunette closed the door behind himself, light brown hues looking content. Ziya figured he was content because Ashton actually let him in the house this time. Heather had told him once that Shepard liked Ashton, which was why they worked at the same time at the bar, so the taller stockier man could keep an eye on the frailer looking male. Ashton would just grumble and say that was stupid, that there was nothing going on. But Ziya could see his guardian’s cheeks go a little pink every time it was mentioned. Eliza, Ashton’s boss and Shepard’s mother, said that meant someone liked someone else usually.
“Hi Ashton! Hi Shepard!” Ziya chirped, cradling the vase behind his back for safekeeping. The smaller didn’t want his guardian to see it yet, still wanting some sort of surprise in the finding of it.
”Ah, looks like someone followed you home Ashton, for a quick---“ Heather started till Ashton cut her off.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence! Ziya’s in the room god….” Stormy hues rolled, an annoyed sigh escaping him. He looked up when a larger hand rested on his slender shoulder, peeking up into light brown hues that made him flush. Growling a little, he stepped away from Shepard and hung his coat up on the coat rack. A soft sigh was heard from Shepard as he too took his coat off seeming to want to stay for a while. Ziya never understood why adults acted like this, never telling people how they feel. Kids always said what they thought or felt, so why couldn’t adults? It was silly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:55 pm
Solo Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ { Glass... pt. 2}
”So, Ziya what did you do today?” Ashton asked, the color draining from his face quickly. He was slipping his sneakers off while the boy seemed to smile happily at him.
”Well…. I tidied up upstairs and aired out that room across from yours… dusted everything…” he trailed off when he saw all color drain from his guardians face. Clutching the vase behind his back, he didn’t like the look Ashton was giving him.
“You…. What...” Ashton said, his voice deadpan and serious. It was easy to see the young males hands shake a little, suppressed anger about ready to spring. The two houseguests fell silent, Shepard having some idea where Heather knew what was wrong. It was easy to see Ashton was trying to contain himself but it wouldn’t take much to set him off.
“I… cleaned up that spare room?” Ziya repeated carefully, looking up at him with soft gray hues. “I mean t here was dust all over the place and I figured if I aired it out and cleaned it out we could use it…” he added, not thinking he’d done anything wrong. He was cleaning up, simple as that!
Ashton now was choosing his words and tone carefully, rubbing his face, his now serious and angry storm blue hues set on the smaller again. He was doing his best not to explode, though a torrent of emotions were bubbling beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath, he tried to talk to Ziya.
”I told you not to go into that room….” Aston said rigidly.
”I know, but it was covered in dust! A-and I found all kinds of neat stuff for the house! It was all crammed into a box! I didn’t think you’d mind!” Ziya yelled at his guardian, showing the pretty sea glass vase. He watched Ashton’s eyes go huge and angry at the sight of the vase, his hand darting out to take it from him. But the child wouldn’t let it go, the two each holding a side of the lip of the vase. They were at a stale mate.
“Why the hell would you think I wouldn’t mind? I told you not to go in there! So that means I’d mind!” Ashton hollered at the child, probably for the first time ever. Ashton never got emotional like this around anyone, but for once he’d completely lost his cool.
“I don’t understand!!” Ziya exclaimed tearfully, his hands gripping the vase between the two of them. Both of their hands were shaking, the little vase suspended between the two of them.
”What’s there not to understand Ziya! I said NOT to go in there! You have no right to go in there and take this out! It’s a personal family thing!” Ashton yelled back at him.
Tension was high; it was like an electric current was flickering through the whole room between the two. The two guests were watching the two’s well first fight as seemingly parent and child. It was bound to be a point in time where the two would come into a confrontation, with all the secrets Ashton kept to himself. The boy hardly knew any of the young mans personal life of his past.
The two were so into their argument that they didn’t notice the lights in the room started to flicker. The air seemed to crackle around them, the hair on the back of everyone’s neck started to rise. There was even a rumble outside as the rain started to pelt harder against the windows and the roof of the house.
“WHY!? Am I not family?” Ziya cried out to him, looking just as upset as Ashton, tears welling up in his eyes. The lights started to flicker even more, looking like they were ready to spark up and burst.
“You never tell me anything about you! Its not fair Ashton!” Ziya yelled again, hands shaking even more. “I want to know about you! I… I thought we were Family!” he yelled again. “I Hate your Secrets! I hate you!” He screamed in the heat of the moment and the lights flickered even more till a whole series of things happened.
The lights in the whole house went out in a blink of an eye then there was a crack and a bright flash. Following after the electrical explosion there was a very sudden cry of pain and glass shattering and hitting the floor. Then everything went silent, the darkness weighing down so that you could only hear the struggles breathing of someone. The most horrible smell soon filled the room, something slowly dripping onto the floor.
“Guys…” Heather said nervously, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor echoed. Shifting was heard from where Shepard was then suddenly there was an eruption of light; he’d found and lit a candle. Soon the candle was joined by a second and a third and the room filled with the burning light.
“Are you all alright…. Oh my god Ashton!” Heather exclaimed once the light fell over the child and the guardian in question. Ziya was seen shaking, his gray hues wide and tearful as he seemed to stare at his trembling guardian. Ashton was holding his arm, blood pouring from his forearm and hand. From the electrical spark the vase had exploded and large fragments were embedded into his arm, then nasty electrical burns coiled around his now charred arm. Ashton seemed to be staring wide eyed, his whole body shaking just before he started to collapse. Having sensed it, Shepard moved swiftly and caught the smaller man in his arms.
“I-I-I… Didn’t mean to….” Ziya said softly, tears streaming down his face. “I didn’t mean to!” he sobbed and covered his face with his hands. Heather embraced the small boy and tugged him away from Ashton as Shepard whisked him to the other room to tend to his injuries up in the bathroom. Little Ziya was horrified with what had happened, in the peak of the fight it seemed what little powers he had discharged without him meaning to and had sent the brute force of it towards Ashton. Also he had said words he didn’t mean, like when most children get angry with their parents, he honestly didn’t mean them. The small dust sobbed and sobbed into the tall women’s arms, all the anger fading from him as all the lights in the house flickered and came back on with a soft hum.
Time seemed to drag on, as it seemed like Shepard and Ashton were never going to come back down. Ziya had finally stopped crying but wouldn’t talk to heather, curling himself up onto the couch in the living room. Heather had given up on getting the small boy to talk let alone eat something. She didn’t know what to do; this was something Ashton and Ziya had to sort out between the two of them. They all knew Ashton should have been more open with Ziya from the start, if he had this all could have been avoided in the first place.
Just as she was about to clean up the mess on the floor she heard two sets of steps coming down the stairs. Seeing Shepard emerge first, his gentle brown hues looking a little sad as he kept one arm around Ashton. His arm was wrapped in bandages, around in between his thumb and pointer finger it wrapped around his palm up to just bellow his elbow. He looked paler then he normally did, but he’d lost blood and probably had to get stitches from Shepard, who thankfully knew a thing or two of first aid.
“Heather… let me walk you home…” Shepard said, his deep voice resonating in the stillness of the room. “Then I’ll be right back Ashton…. Please just be mindful of your arm till I return,” he added, earning a quiet nod. Heather watched with some astonishment as Ashton let Shepard run a large hand through his dark locks before moving towards the door.
”Ash…. Ziya is in the living room… you should really go talk to him…. You know he didn’t mean it….” She said gently, gaining a soft sigh from her friend.
”I know….” He murmured, and then looked up at her finally. His eyes looked pained, not just the physical type, perhaps he’d realized his wrong.
Once the others had left, Ashton made his way to the doorway to the living room, seeing the mop of yellow hair curled up there on the couch. Stormy blue hues softened for a moment as he walked into the room slowly and sat himself down next to the boy. When the child didn’t make any signs of moving or saying anything, Ashton sighed and moved his good arm and ran it through the soft yellow locks.
“Ziya… I want you to listen to me….” He started, his voice a little hoarse. “I know you didn’t mean for what happen to well… happen… if I had just explained everything in the first place… this wouldn’t have happened hrmm?’ He said with a sad smile. Seeing the other still wasn’t moving, he leaned over to look into the others face to check to see if he was awake. Seeing those tear filled gray hues flicker at him for a moment, he knew he was listening.
“That room you found had been my parents room…when I was sixteen my father died suddenly… and him being someone I had always looked up to and was close too… I had lost it… it felt like my whole life had fallen apart” He explained softly, “And I just went up to my room, hardly came out or did a thing but write songs with the guitar he’d given me…. But while I was in a well... self pity mode I failed to realize my mother was ill and before I knew it she had died as well…”
Ziya now sat up more, turning to look at his guardian who was spilling out details he’d never shared before. He knew the others parents weren’t around obviously, but never knew why. The child had always assumed that he was taking care of his parent’s first house while they were gone.
”After my mom died… I felt like I had lost everything… so I packed up everything that reminded me of them and locked them away into that room and sealed it off…detaching it from myself…. hell I even thought about getting rid of the house itself… but my father built this house with his own two hands… I just couldn’t give it up” Aston leaned back against the couch more and looked up at the roof for a moment. “So when you went into the room and found the vase… which my mother and I made together then I was eight by the way….it just reopened wounds for me that I thought I had forgotten and had gotten over” He explained and sighed, shoulders sagging a little.
”Ziya I am very sorry I never shared any of this with you… I really should have… you really are my family and mean a lot to me… I really want you to know that okay?” he turned and looked at him, glad to see the other was looking at him fully now. “I—“ he went to continue but the small child threw himself at Ashton and hugged him.
”I’m sorry!” Ziya exclaimed, starting to tear up and cry again. “I didn’t mean what I said! I didn’t mean to hurt you I’m sorry!” he sobbed into the others chest. Ashton blinked softly then ran his good hand through the smaller boy’s hair again and trying to soothe him. He had never been very good at that type of thing but he knew it was important that eh just try.
“Shh hey hey… Ziya I know you didn’t mean it… I’m not mad…. I’m really sorry for getting angry at you over something you didn’t know or understand…” he murmured softly and rested his cheek on the top of the others head.
They sat there in silence for a bit, seeming to now understand each other a little better. It was a nicer silence then the ones they had earlier this evening so they couldn’t complain. An hour had passed and Shepard let himself back into the house, shaking the rain from his hair. He slipped his shoes off and walked into the kitchen then towards the living room. In his arms he had a few things to help with Ashton’s electrical burns and to fight off infections in his stitches.
“Did you two sort things out?” Shepard asked, standing in front of the couch. Earning a quiet nod from the raven haired male, he sighed and relaxed his shoulders a bit. Ziya seemed to be fast asleep leaning against Ashton; his face looking more relaxed now.
”We still have a lot to talk about…. But it’s a start…’ Ashton replied, running a hand through the yellow locks. “Can you take him to his room please?” he asked, taking his arm away from around him. The sullen youth watched his taller friend scoop up Ziya with ease and carried him upstairs to his little bed. Ashton knew this was only the beginning of him having to open up to Ziya, a repeat of this could not happen. He knew even though they had talked about it a little; he knew the smaller would probably feel guilty about his wounds for a while. But the wounds was heal and the burn scars would fade a little but would always be there to pay a reminder that he couldn’t keep himself closed off anymore.
Cradling his arm to his chest, Ashton closed his eyes and tired to tune out the painful throb in his arm. So much was on his mind still that he didn’t hear Shepard come back into the room and stand right in front of him. However when the other touched his shoulder gently, he startled and opened his eyes quickly.
”Come on…lets head to bed…” Shepard said softly, moving to gently pick up the other into his arms. He figured the other had to be tired because he didn’t argue on being picked up bridal style. Smiling a bit to himself when Ashton rested his head against his chest, he dared to kiss the top of the others head then his forehead. Then he carried him upstairs and set him onto his bed to sit down. Helping him out of his shirt and jeans with only a couple hisses of pain from Ashton, it was surprisingly easy. Normally the other would fuss about Shepard even touching him but the brunette assumed it was because the raven-haired male was in so much pain and emotionally distraught, it made it easy to do.
“You know Ashton…. Ziya has changed you… for the better…” Shepard said softly as he crawled into bed behind the other. He draped an arm around the smaller males middle and rested his chin on top of the others head. With Ashton still and silent, he tugged him to rest up against his chest with his back.
“I know….” Ashton murmured softly and closed his eyes, holding his hurt arm at an angle where it would hopefully hurt less. “But don’t you dare get used to this moment of weakness Shepard….” Ashton grumbled as he started to fall asleep. He had indeed changed, just a year ago he wouldn’t have let anyone stay in the house to live with him or share personal information with let alone sleep next to him in bed. Perhaps this was a good change…. Yeah… it was…. And he was happy about it.
{end}
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:57 pm
Solo Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Promising Mornings}
The soft pitter-patter of rain was what woke Ashton up in the mornings, plus the dull throb in his arm. His eyes felt like bags of lead had been tied to his eyelashes; keeping his eyes closed. The wounds on his arm snarled angrily at him, painfully reminding him of what happened the night before. He was almost afraid to move it, not really wanting to feel its full wrath. Shifting a little, he heard a soft rumble behind him, t he warmth pressed up against his back moving a little. Stilling for a moment, his senses came around in full swing and made him realize someone was in bed with him. Catching the familiar scent of pine and earth, he realized it was Shepard.
“Mmm… morning….”Came the mumbled voice, warm breath dancing across Ashton’s shoulder. It made him shiver a little, cheeks turning a little pink.
“Morning….” The raven-haired male mumbled, flushing more as the arm around his middle tightened a little. Never had he ever let someone this close, it was strange but not in a bad way.
”How’s the arm?” Shepard asked, his warm hand tickling up Ashton’s side a little. It was like he was really soaking in this nice quiet moment between them since it wouldn’t probably happen again for a while if ever. It was very rare the dark haired youth let anyone this close for such a long amount of time; he was terribly shy and cranky.
“It feels like I dipped it into a campfire…then let a porcupine roll on it” Ashton said cynically, but sighed. Looking at the bandaged arm, he faintly wondered how long it would be till he could play his guitar again. There was no way he could play with his arm in suck a state, it would tear open the stitches. And he rather not have to get them re-stitched; it was painful enough the first time.
“Oh… sorry, I did the best I could…. It’ll hurt for the next while…” Shepard said softly, hearing the smaller sigh a little. Before he could really say much else, the bedroom door creaked open and a pair of gray hues could be seen peeking in. He could feel Ashton grow tense for a moment but relaxed a little soon after. Probably the raven-haired male was fretting over Ziya seeing the two of them curled up together in the bed. He must have made up his mind that it wasn’t that huge of a deal.
”Morning Ziya….” Ashton called, keeping his voice calm as he looked at the child. He was wondering how the smaller was feeling, if he was still emotional from last night. Personally Ashton’s emotions were still frazzled so he could only imagine what the child was feeling.
“Morning Ashton… Shepard…” he said softly, his voice not as cheerful as it usually was. “I’m going to make toast…. Do you guys want some?” he asked, earning a nod from Ashton, the youth blinked when Shepard pulled the sheets back.
”I’ll help and make some eggs to go along with it….” He smiled and reached down and grabbed his jeans. Tugging them on over his boxers, he chuckled a little seeing Ashton’s face heat up and Ziya looking confused for a moment. The kid probably wasn’t sure on what was going on between his guardian and his guardian’s friend.
”Ashton don’t try and get the shirt on yourself, you’ll tug your stitches… I’ll be back to help” He winked, earning a growl, which made him laugh and duck out of the room. The musician hated having to get help, so perhaps offering to stay here would piss the other off. But he knew he would have trouble with stuff like that and he wouldn’t ask Ziya to help.
”Is he okay Shepard?” Ziya asked softly as they made their way downstairs. The dust was still really upset that he had actually seriously hurt his guardian. It broke his heart to know it was his fault, and now he’d have to do extra now to make up for it.
”Yeah he’s okay…he just can’t play the guitar or work for a while till the stitches can be taken out and the burns mostly healed over” Shepard explained, heading into the kitchen. Going to the fridge, he grabbed out the carton of eggs then found the frying pan to get started.
”Oh…” Ziya trailed off as he grabbed the bread and got the toaster out. That didn’t make him feel any better cause Ashton would worry over not working then the one thing the dust had ever seen the adult really enjoy he couldn’t do either. This sucked, why did he have to do that! Why did his stupid powers have to act on their own and do bad stuff to people he really cared about. That and he broke the vase Ashton had made with his mom, it probably had meant a lot to him. Maybe he could make a new one? That might cheer the other up while he was out of commission! Though he had no idea on where to get t he clay stuff or how to even get started on making a vase.
“Ziya… I know what you’re thinking… and it’s not your fault! And on the bright side it gives Ashton more of a reason to catch up on his sleep and relax… as much as the guy hates doing it he needs it.” Shepard explained, smiling when the boy looked over at him. Cracking the egg on the lip of the pan, he dropped the egg in and grabbed a specula then cracked another. Seeing the boy looked worried still, he frowned when the usually excitable and happy child just sighed.
“You know what… why don’t I stay here and help while Ashton’s hurt? I’ll help around the house and help you cook since he can’t attempt anything?” The brunette suggested, though he was planning on doing such even if neither really wanted him too. The poor child shouldn’t have to take care or worry over his guardian.
”I… I’d really like that… and I think Ashton would too! His face turned all pink when I peeked in!” he giggled finally, looking a little relieved. The child also hoped that maybe it would make Ashton happier to know more people cared about him. Smiling when Shepard laughed and turned a little pink himself as he poked at the eggs. Ziya was ready to leave it at that but then a thought struck him.
“Hey Shepard…. do you know how to make vases?” Ziya asked suddenly, knowing the adult would know what he was talking about. The child was very determined to fix everything he had broken and with Shepard’s help. Cause he knew the very tall adult couldn’t say no when it came to the irritable musician.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:59 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ { Dewy Mornings} LinkStatus: discontinued....
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:01 pm
Solo Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Thunder Struck}
After the past few days of rain, the warm rays of the sun were a nice welcoming feeling. The rays seeped through the drawn blinds, morning trying to edge awake any of the remaining sleepy heads. Ziya was for once was still asleep, sprawled out across the nice twin sized bed. Only tuffs of black and yellow locks could be seen from under the brown quilt. A few pillows were astray, showing signs of a struggle during his slumber, as the child was an unruly sleeper. There were little knickknacks all over the room, books and bits of sea glass all over the counters and dressers in the child’s room. On the windowsill there was plant pot, a little ivy looking plant trying to grow.
Soon a yawn was heard from the bed, the lump in the bed shifting a little with a groan. Rolling onto his back, the gray-eyed boy let his head poke out from under the quilt for a moment to see what time it was. He felt a little groggier then normal this morning, his worry over Ashton’s arm was still bothering him. Lifting a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, he blinked sleepily and sighed. As he rubbed his eye, the other eye caught a quick glance at his hand. It was… bigger? What?
Opening both of his eyes quickly he looked at his hands, which were a lot bigger then the last time he’d looked at them. Maybe he was sleepier and out of it then he first thought. Sitting up more in bed he looked to see the shirt he had on to sleep in was much to small. Sure Ashton and Shepard said he’d been growing a lot lately but not that much in one night! So he looked up towards the mirror that was on his dresser up against the wall straight across from him. His gray eyes widened to a dramatic size and he let out a yell of shock and surprise. Flailing franticly to get the covers off himself, Ziya got tangled and fell off the side of the bed with a loud thud.
”What the hell Ziya! Are you alright?” Ashton hollered, having shot up in bed, knocking his arm in his haste. Pushing off Shepard’s arm, which was annoyingly around his waist, the raven-haired male got out of bed and headed towards the child’s room. Throwing open his own bedroom door, he ignored the sounds of his friend following after him. Heading down a doorway to Ziya’s room, he threw that door open and looked towards the bed. Not seeing anything there but the bottom sheet, he looked towards the floor and yelled in shock. Lying sprawled on the floor with his feet tangled up on the side of t he bed still was a very teenaged looking Ziya. His hair was darker and much longer, yellow and black locks fanned out on the floor, longer limbs sprayed out awkwardly. The child… no teenager looked at him in desperate confusion and shock that covered his whole face.
“I… what… you…” Ashton stammered, feeling Shepard peek over his shoulders then whistle a little. How was it physically possible for someone to grow from a child to a full teenager over night? When he had put the dust to bed last night he was a little boy! Now he was well… grown up! Though really what could one expect from a child who came from a glass bottle right?
“I don’t know!” Ziya exclaimed, his eyes going even wider if possible at the sound of his voice. Both hands flew to his throat, grasping it, as he looked completely thrown. It was deeper; much more mature then what he sounded like as a child.
“What’s wrong with me!” He yelped, struggling suddenly to try and get himself free. He stilled when Ashton came over and one handedly tugged the sheets from around his long legs.
“I don’t know… did you drink a bottle of testosterone or something last night?” Ashton joked, only earning a blink from the boy. Shaking his head a little, he stepped back so the youth could get to his feet. Watching him wobble a little, he sighed and pushed his chest to make him sit on the edge of his bed.
“What does it mean Ashton? I… I don’t understand!” he yelped and tugged at his shirt uncomfortably. That and his shorts were much too small for him and it was well… starting to hurt. “How do we fix it!?”
”Well… there is no fixing it… we’ll have to lend you some of my clothes till we get you some of your own…” Ashton tapped his chin a little and looked to Shepard, who shrugged. Watching the teen tug at his hair and eyed how long some of it was, Ashton found it so weird. “Let me go grab something for you…” he smiled and watched Ziya nod then try and tug his shirt off.
Damn, how does the kid get more of a muscled body then ME? Pft! Just as he got into his room, he heard Shepard yell something and another yelp followed by a loud thump to the floor. Boy… was this going to be a long day.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:02 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ { A Turn of Events} LinkStatus: Complete.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:03 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ { Contagious Energy } LinkStatus: Finished
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:05 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Shades of Gray}
Link
Status: Complete.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:25 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Afternoon at the museum} LinkStatus: Complete
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:27 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Chance Encounters} LinkStatus: Finished
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:35 pm
Roleplay████ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ████ {Pools of Red Electric} LinkStatus: Finished
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
