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 Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:25 pm
The wolf anthro could only blink, a curious feeling budding in his stomach. And before he could asses it, he stomped his foot, possibly in an attempt to drag his mind away from the strange emotion and the factor that if he was feeling his cheeks flush for some reason. Perhaps he did have a cold... or perhaps he was just embarassed about... something he couldn't quite comprehend.
He was a bit surprised, obviously... Wyatt had expected an instant 'no.' The canine blinked for a long moment before happily smiling at the other male, ears tweaking every-so-often. He scratched as his eyebrow in thought. How long would it take to get to the mansion...? And did Connie have ice-skates to even fit the two of them...? Actually... he probably did... considering how much money he owned.
He rocked back and forth in the car seat, and when the male suddenly realized he had released his own knees from the comforting positioning, he curled them up to his chest again, wondering how he felt any bit nice in this stance before incoherently murmuring something to himself.
He almost wanted to ask Constantine a question that was circling in his skull at the very moment, but stopped any words from exiting through his lips when the male realized Con was still on the phone.
Wyatt closed his eyes. The heavy silence that had fallen between them and Connie's frustration with whoever it was over the phone just seemed to be rising.
Finally mustering up the courage, Wyatt's blue eyes stared at him, wide, and he murmured gently, "... Is everythin' gonna be alright~?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 6:45 pm
The conversation was dwindling to a close, but his voice was still rising in volume and annoyance. It seemed as though he'd hired a pack of absolute idiots to work under him, and a troupe of them happened to be so hopelessly useless that they had allowed Chilton to get on the plane for Madrid without speaking with him. The wolf rubbed the space over his eyes as he listened to the excuses pouring in, his mind working out another path that did not snap any of the previous lines he'd set out for the other, bigger fish.
Wyatt's voice again, but this time he clearly heard what the canine had asked. Without murmuring a goodbye, he flipped his phone shut and tucked it into his pocket, face a little too stiff to be sincere when he said, "Fine."
That was the most he wished to address Wyatt's way on such a touchy subject, anything more and there was the possibility that his head would explode. A glance out the window confirmed that the mansion loomed ahead of them as the filigree gates opened and the driver maneuvered around the circular lot to allow the couple to step directly into the house. Constantine opened his own door before the employee could set the brake and get out to assist himself, gesturing for Wyatt to follow his example before shutting the door behind him. He wanted a hot shower, and then maybe a little inspection of the wintry grounds to amuse himself and make certain that he was getting what he paid the landscaper and gardener to do.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:22 pm
He was too busy making cow noises to realize that they had come to a hault, azure eyes seeming tired as the corner caught Constantine getting out of the limo. Wyatt hopped out of the car behind the other canine, trotting as close as he could towards Connie until the sudden realization hit him that it was... truly, cold outside... the cute male really hadn't noticed when he was on the wooden bench... but now the weather was sinking in on him...
Awed by the size of the mansion, he stopped his forward movement from getting any closer to Constantine.. the male had, in all seriousness, forgotten how large the building was... or perhaps he had dreamed of it recently... and in the dream it had been... smaller...?
He poked a gentle finger to Constantine's back. "How're we gonna go ice-skatin' here...?" he inquired through once warmed lips, which were currently getting chilled by the icy breeze.
Wide-eyed, he looked Connie over gently and curiously...
Wyatt's soft canine tail swayed lazily behind him as the male awaited an answer from the other wolf.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:34 pm
A jab in his back made a shudder crawl down his spine, and he had to freeze up completely to avoid reaching behind him and snapping the offending digit into several dozen, less upsetting pieces. The moment of germy realization was interrupted by Wyatt's voice, like a silver knife dipping down to rend a sizeable chunk of meat in twain. Ice-skating? Where had the uke dug up that particular tidbit of drivel? He panned back to their most recent conversation, remembering telling the lithe wolf something in an effort to quiet him. It came back to him in a horrified flash, almost like the wrath of Zeus delivered through a lightning bolt.
Oh. Damn.
And that look. What was that supposed to be? It made him feel unspeakably awkward, like a prepubescent boy whose voice had just cracked in the middle of some dissertation while he held a book that doubled as concealer and defender over his groin. And in the same breath, it made him feel...
"There's a pond out back. I can have someone find a pair of skates if you're set on it."
Wouldn't saying no have been easier?
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 1:21 pm
"Really?" he blinked for a short moment... of course he was set on it... if not he wouldn't have inquired about such earlier... and the idea of spending time alone with Connie on a big chunk of ice was somehow exciting... not romantic, but exciting -- spending time with Constantine in general made Wyatt excited.
Then, he was always somehow happy when he was around Con -- which was thought to be extremely strange by Eridanus, considering how the other male treated him... but it wasn't like Connie was mean, it's just when Wyatt told stories about the other male, Eriday suddenly came to that conclusion each time... Wyatt had discontinued telling stories so as not to give Constantine a bad name...
He was obviously unhappy about the thought of anyone in his household disliking Constantine, and really, Wyatt wasn't certain as to why... after all, it's not like Connie would ever want to meet anyone there -- he would never have a reason to is probably what the wolf would tell Wyatt if Wyatt so requested such a thing from him...
The canine-like male's retreating finger was comfortable when he brought it to cross over his chest, obviously not used to standing outside without a coat. "..." he was still uncertain as to how this whole matter would turn out, oblivious to the factor that poking Consantine earlier was something that made the other extremely uncomfortable. "... Connie..." he began quietly, mind wandering from Constantine, to ice-skating, to the current situation. "... M'cold..." he admitted with a small shiver, trotting behind the other wolf male so as to use him as a wind-blocker... Wyatt almost had to fall backwards, or stab himself with his claws to keep from hugging Con to stay warm.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 5:03 pm
"Really," He confirmed lowly, keeping a tight rein on his voice after that flashback to encroaching puberty. Another unwelcome thought to add to the growing collection; his options were dwindling down to one: get clean or die. His brain was being overridden by the disease.
"But it's late now. I can have someone..." Constantine stopped, remembering that the uke had professed a wish not to go home. Was there trouble brewing in that little shack Wyatt lived in? It seemed likely, especially considering the clash of personalities he'd encountered just from walking in the front door.
"... I can have someone set up a room for you." He volunteered instead, scowling a little at the thought; there was no guarantee that Wyatt would behave particularly well, and he needed quiet. To set the little uke up for disappointment, he added. "I have paperwork to do." And a shower to take, but he figured such a footnote went without saying. "The room you stayed in before is still available. I'll have Nigel run up and make certain it's tidy."
The seme sighed when the pet name was used again, becoming increasingly aware that correcting Wyatt did little good. When he heard movement and realized that the uke was sidling around behind him, the business man's heart jumped up and lodged somewhere in his medulla, pulsing there frantically. "Cold?" He repeated, wondering if his disorder had somehow branched out into the area of echolalia. Why was everything Wyatt doing making him feel so confused? Perhaps being foiled by Chilton had upset him more than he'd initially realized. Even though a number of inches still separated them, he was convinced that he could feel the other's heat through the thick, synthetic fabric of his coat.
"Get inside then," He snapped, opening the door quickly and squeezing the handle so hard his leather gloves creaked. "There should be a fire going upstairs. You can sleep in front of it; just stop that whimpering."
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 5:33 pm
Wyatt's feet stayed still...
"..." he was quiet, azure eyes watching Constantine in silent confusion. Was he mad...? The canine male wasn't certain... just... stumped. Connie had always been one to snap... but for some reason that time, out of all of the times he had ever gotten such treatment from the other male, made him... it made him...
Dare he say it?
"I feel bad..." he murmured, ears flattening against his skull. Oh s**t... now Con would probably think he had a disease or something... somehow Wyatt didn't figure the male would understand that his feelings were somehow hurt... Wyatt didn't even understand how his feelings were hurt himself...
The cold air swept passed him and into the house, and Wyatt's tail curled due to the temperature, trying to warn him to get into the house before he was eaten alive by frost burn -- though it wasn't that cold out... perhaps his tail was just too melodramatic...
Bah, Wyatt thoughts wren't certain about anything right now...
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:33 pm
The silence was eating his shoes in great, gulping mouthfuls, thoroughly enjoying the shining black of them. If he had been uncomfortable before, then the crushing feeling assaulting him now - compressing his spine and threatening to blend his innards into the consistency of pâté - was probably the closest he would ever come to sweating bullets. Maybe he'd come down with something after wandering in the bad part of town; it was quite possible that he'd contracted something after breathing in the same stale air as the homeless.
Wyatt's pronouncement had him quailing on the inside, the only indication of his discomfort the rapid twitch of his tail going back and forth, something that looked similar to a wag save for the mechanical air it exuded.
"Bad?" Again with the echoing, he felt like a melancholy parrot. The flattening of the ears and the curling of the uke's tail implied that it was more an emotional issue than anything else, but Constantine was still leery at the thought of introducing a potential contagion into his home. Another unbidden thought, this one of a Trojan Horse that bore a surprising semblance to Wyatt complete with horrendous scarf and glasses, and all the soldiers were different bacterium.
"Get in, before I change my mind," He murmured, feeling a little faint. The wolf was ten seconds from going in alone and shutting the door in his would-be-guest's face.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:32 pm
He bit his tongue in a tint of frustration, and tasted copper as he slowly took a seat on the floor next to the doorway.
Wyatt hugged his knees to himself with a huff, hoping to feel a bit more comfortable if he had something protecting his belly... it didn't work...
Azure eyes were downcast as the wolf sighed in deeply....
The canine male tapped his claws against the floor, glancing up at the ceiling momentarily before hopping to his feet. "... I just feel bad..." he repeated to himself quietly with a whimper.
He felt bad... and he felt... pathetic... and he needed the feeling to change... no matter what.
He stared at Constantine for a moment. "... Mmmph..." Wyatt scurried quietly to the other male, grasping the canine anthro's gloved hand into his own before dragging him into the mansion. "I wanna take a shower~" he murmured happily, smiling in a child-like manner at the other wolf male. "We should go take one~"
We...? Perhaps that was a little too much...? Wyatt wasn't certain... he didn't know the difference between making a come-on, or simply a friendly... thing. Bah, Wyatt was so completely confused he couldn't think straight...
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 2:37 pm
They were separated by only a doorway, but it felt like a far greater leap was in order if Constantine wished to land himself anywhere near the subdued uke. And did he really? It seemed like the distance to traverse from point A to B was better left unexplored.
An inaudible whisper of something dismal and he took the final step into the house, quietly shutting the door behind him and staring thoughtfully at the whorls crowding along the ancient wood of the panel. He continually let this one particular nuisance inside, even going so far as to invite the mania-stricken fruit in from the streets. Not only that, but he'd indirectly agreed to let him stay.
I've lost my damn mind.
If Wyatt was the only alien on the planet, then he was the only fool with too little sense to ask him to leave. The mismatched canine was touchy and messy and courted a sense of juvenile insanity that was most often displayed in incidents such as sprawling out on the park bench with a pillow in the dead of winter. And yet, for some reason he couldn't understand, it was becoming increasingly apparent that he simply wouldn't leave the irritant alone. He pursued that thought, labeling Wyatt as a biting rash that normal means of eradication had no effect on. It was possibly the most accurate reasoning he'd arrived at so far in his consideration of the uke.
A hand slipped into his - smaller but perfectly shaped, like two doves coming together in some nameless, joyously tantric reunion - and he could feel a squiggle of something strange amidst the dread that assaulted him with sweaty palms caged in leather. His head snapped back, startled and defensive in more ways than he could specify, only to find his locomotive-contemplations derailed by a genuine smile. Pouting or professing happiness: Those were the only two emotions that Wyatt seemed capable of sometimes. The wolf's shoulders relaxed slightly, as though someone had undone the curse of Atlas he'd been carrying around for the better part of the week. Inexplicably, he took a step in the direction that Wyatt was pulling him in, his fingers curling around the other predator's hand for the inheld breath of the moment.
The words attached to the expression were a little slower in processing. When they did, he quickly retracted his hand.
"What?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 3:12 pm
Wyatt allowed the hand to slip away with a small pout, but grinned at the second part of the other's reaction. "Nooottthing~" he replied quietly, tail wagging behind him as he gently rammed his head into Constantine's shoulder. He remained there for a moment, mind considering the possible options he had right now... he could either take this further and get yelled at, which he was originally plotting for... or he could...
"I'ma gonna go take one alone, m'kay Connie?" his tail stopped wagging for a moment as he silently decided not to grasp at the opportunity of getting scolded... he already felt a bit better... for some, bizarre reason he was unsure of. Wyatt pulled away from the other anthro male, ears perked as he slowly frowned. "But where's the bathroo--" he stopped the words from furthering on through his lips.
"Nevermind ~ I'll go find it..." and he was off in search, hoping to the goddesses that Constantine wasn't following behind him with a knife... or a candlestick... or any other item that could prove useful in murdering him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:26 am
It had certainly sounded like quite a bit more than nothing, but the will to press on and accuse the scattered canine of unsubtle sexual innuendo was quickly snuffed out by a face pressing into his shoulder. His first thought revolved around the hundreds of dead skin cells being mercilessly ground into the fabric of his suit; the second was that the uke was warm despite how chilly the outdoors had been, and Constantine was somehow at once on guard and charmed by the infectuous little space-heater that had snuggled up against him.
The charmed part lasted approximately four seconds before it was swamped by a sea of crawling skin and misbehaving senses. "Off," He commanded, raising a hand to push the other back only to find Wyatt had already done so and was making his shuffling way toward the curling stairwell.
The wolf watched him go silently, waiting until he was gone before he plucked helplessly at the collar of his coat where the other's head had lain, noting that there was a bit of discoloration from what might have been dirt and natural skin oils. He roared at once for any nearby servants, sending dust motes on the chandelier airborne before he put his head between his legs in an effort to keep from fainting.
Damn dog. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone?
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:19 pm
((*clicks a fast-forwarding button, goshknabit* ;D))
Along with night came a thunderstorm... and what Wyatt expected would be a dash of dazzling stars across the night sky, was instead strikes of lighting across a gray canvas.
He had run to the nearest room at the first crack of thunder, mind obviously not quite contemplating over the fact that it was likely he was going to get yelled at by some individual in the household for straying... or perhaps not... this was, in fact, Connie's residence... not his own... maybe it would be a tint different here...? Though for now, he somehow wished it wasn't different... he was alone, in a room... and likely to get... killed.
Killed... the word occupied his thoughts for a moment as he scratched at the wood beside him.
But thunderstorms were rare in the winter. 'Doesn't Connie's house have a lot of shiny things...? Metal's shiny... were all those things metal...?' he shivered... wasn't it metal that attracted lightning...? He was certain that's what Eridanus had told him...
The canine-like male hid beneath a desk of which happened to reside in the area, azure eyes wide as the sky rumbled again. He frowned... or was that simply his stomach...?
And again...
Ah, no... it was definately from outside the house... and his body. Wyatt shivered silently, clasping the two hands he had over his ears and closing the once widened, blue orbs...
What was he to do...?
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 1:06 am
Out of the numerous vacant rooms that Wyatt could have wandered blithely into for the express purpose of hiding, the uke had chosen the one that was occupied by a reclining Constantine, his golden eyes covered with a cool cloth of fine weave that stood out in sharp contrast to his pale complexion. His dark hair was still slightly damp from the shower he'd taken to cleanse his body of whatever evidence his guest had left behind, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that seemed to ignore the lightning crackling outdoors. The son of the late oil-tycoon was dozing without care, his exhaustion from dealing with the touchy-feely suit-spoiler that he'd rescued from the cold apparently weighing heavily enough to induce a semi-normal sleeping schedule.
The digital clock that rested on the bureau proclaimed the time to be nearly midnight, though anyone who knew Constantine well enough would have been aware of the fact that the wolf set all of his clocks exactly twenty minutes ahead to avoid being tardy for appointments or interviews. His servants whispered behind his back that it was one of his more annoying quirks since he expected everyone to adhere to the same bizarre time line, but since no one dared to mention their irritation aloud, the timezone in the master's house proved to be separate from what the rest of the outside world experienced.
And, really, a bit of paranoia about the time was the least of their employer's problems.
The papers on the desk that Wyatt had chosen as his safe place shuffled irritably when the wind outside screeched and tried to pry open the window or merely break the panes with icy fingers. The seme grumbled at the noise and shifted slightly in his bed, reaching up a hand to touch the cloth over his eyes as if for reassurance when he came into a state of partial wakefulness. His first thought was to wonder what time it was, though he knew just such a question could easily be answered by removing the fabric over his eyes and glancing to his side where the clock resided. His second thought was, quite disturbingly, of Wyatt, and he groaned like a restless spirit with chains that were slowly wrapping around his throat.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 4:37 pm
What was that noise...? It sounded as though it came from a vengeful, lightning godly being that was ghostly, and suffering... and it wanted Wyatt dead... it wanted him dead, dead, dead. And it sounded like it was ready to pass on to another life of some sort, but was being restrained... because to do such a thing it needed to murder a certain Uke, and... and...
Shivering, contemplation...
Ah, wait... was that Connie groaning?
Oh gawd, Constantine was dying, dying... or at least that's what Wyatt was capable of piecing together in this certain case. Maybe not, but if he was... well then...
Azure eyes peeked over the desk carefully, curiously, fearfully... so many different emotions concocted into the canine and likely evident in his blue orbs. And then he saw something... or, more accurately... he didn't see something...
A flash of lightning and he was immediately beneath the desk again, slamming his head against wood due to lack of attention to such little things when there was something much bigger at hand...
Where did Connie's eyes go? Oh Gaia! It was Jeepers Creepers, he was in Jeepers Creepers...
And now, after some consideration on the entire situation, the wolf-like male was combat crawling towards a certain bed, "Connie-Cake...?" he canted his head to the side somewhat when he reached the destination, not completely sure how he should go about this...
Another flash...
And he was beneath his 'Constant-Turd's' bed...
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