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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:20 pm
"Yes, Pru. I am a young-grown-up." he said, smiling down at the not-so-Caradoc. Child-like? Maybe... Ever wasn't sure. But, the lights flickered back on, making him smile. "Better?" he asked, voice loving and comforting by instinct.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:26 pm
Arlen dismissed the Azure Glare when the lights came back on and walked downstairs after Siren. "What happened?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:26 pm
Pru sat up and nodded, "Lots better." He said, gazing around the room. He seemed to know he was damaged and he also seemed know know that not all of his memories were intact. He wanted to know where he was, but he wasn't surprised that he was in a weird place. "Is this my room?" he asked, eyes locked on the stuffed cat he used to sleep with every night. It was moved to a high shelf ever since Ever became his new luvie. His eyes went back to Ever, "I know who you are..." He began, "And at the same time I don't know who you are... But you're cool." He said, gazing at the piercings in Ever's ears.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:26 pm
((dinner stuff is finished...must scamper...))
Siren ran up the stairs two at a time and walked up to the doorway again. Seeing that Ever seemed to have things under control, she put a hand on Rose's shoulder. "Hey, we should let them be alone, okay?" she said quietly.
Rose looked up and nodded. "Bye, Mister Ever and Mister Pru," she said with a small wave, letting Siren steer her back to her room.
((scampering off...may be back later...))
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:31 pm
Ever laughed softly. "I must be cool, if you say so. This is your room. Our room. I am Ever." he explained, one thing at a time, not knowing if Pru would remember that they were close. It might be very difficult for Ever to be around his Fiance, and not be intimate. Just thinking about it made him a little bit upset. Cuddling Pru, he held him back in his arms, and smiled nervously.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:40 pm
"We sleep in the same room?" Pru asked incredulously, arching a black eyebrow. However, when Ever pulled him into his arms, Pru did not object. In fact he found himself craving more of his touch. Hesitantly, asking himself if it was all right, he put his arms around the mentally older boy and held tight. He buried his face in Ever's chest and sighed contently. "Bye bye!" He called to Siren and Rose.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:45 pm
Arlen shrugged as Siren headed back upstairs. Figuring he was already downstairs, he headed into the kitchen to rummage up some grub.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:47 pm
"You feel alright? Need sleep?" Ever asked, looking down at the boy. "P-pru? Y-you're as old as .. Ahh.. " Ever stopped. Maybe it was not worth making the boy uncomfortable or confused. Standing up carefully, Ever lifted Pru onto the bed, and smiled at him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:53 pm
"I'm not tired, but I understand I malfunctioned..." Pru murmured, bringing his knees up to his chin. "And I trust you, Ever... I-I love you." He managed to get out. What? He was in love? Better question. He was in love with a boy? No way. He didn't fall in love! Especially not with boys. He was too young, anyway! "I wanna sleep on the floor, okay? With kitty." He said, pointing to the stuffed cat on the shelf.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:55 pm
Ever shook his head. He took the cat off of the shelf, and handed it to Pru. "I'll sleep downstairs, you don't have to be on the floor." he said, in a very meek voice. He could almost feel the boy's thoughts, and it made him cringe a little bit "We'll try and figure out what's up tomorrow, okay?" he asked, keeping his hands at his sides, before grabbing his pillow, ready to go head for the couch for the night.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:00 pm
Ever was almost completely out the door before he couldn't stand it. "Nn!" Pru scrambled from the bed and ran over to Ever, clinging to his waist. "I don't wanna be alone!" He cried, burying his face in the other's shoulder. "Please stay, okay? I'll sleep on the bed. I don't mind. Just stay." He pleaded in a near whisper.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:14 pm
Ever turned back around, with a weak smile. "Okay, I'll stay." he said, with a weak smile. He walked back over, and sat on the edge of the bed. "You won't have to be alone, my Pru." said he, with a comforting smile. Ever slid out of his teeshirt, and slid backwards onto the bed, laying down on his own side, waiting for Pru. He wanted to snuggle him, but Pru thought he was a child, and it was too odd.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:23 pm
Pru plopped down on the side of the bed and stared at Ever for a few moments before discretely pulling off his shorts. Quickly he shoved himself under the covers, in fear of letting his boxers show to the outside world. He snuggled down in the pillow and sighed. Somehow, he was uncomfortable. He concluded that it was his lack of luvie and reached around for the plush cat until his fingers landed on Ever's arm. He stopped and slowly ran his fingers along the limb and over the hairs. With a soft moan, he pulled Ever's arm to his chest and clung to it, resting his lips on the prince's soft skin. It comforted him somehow and the exhausted robot fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:27 pm
Ever blushed deeply, as he too cuddled to hsi own pillow, and fell asleep very quickly. His mind racing around at a high speed, his dreams were much the same, as he sstirred little in his deep sleep.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:24 am
There he sat un moved from the spot on the couch. The gift of charity given to him without question. It was untouched in his hand laying there in a listless manner.Though he'd die to know if he was dreaming or not he figured he wasn't. Slowly standing his knees buckled under him at the sudden movement. It was a sick sound which sent shivers down his spine though it was the comfort of being alive that it hounded.
His blue eyes where dark with sleep; though he knew he was far from it. Setting the bottle down he observed it and the shadow it casted with the lights help. How rediculous it must be to be awake right now everyone asleep in their bed huddled away like small children in the wake of life. Surly he was tired.
Thinking back he remember colors everything that flashed before him in his silence unnoticed indeed he didn't care. How the red laughed at him everytime he saw it-How sick the blue always looked distroted in a frown when he gazed on it. His eyes never smiled and when they did someone was dead; surly no one knew that. The feverous attempt of police men to Identify prints to catch a killer it was so useless when it came to him he always got away and he always wondered when his luck would leave him. The pathedic analogy for that word suddenly surfaced in his head as he found himself walking in the upstairs hallway, the pitch black of the Inn; the complete Silence engulfing him in a deep cave of thoughts. He could of sworn his legs gave out on him but the feeling of the floor never hit him; it was strange indeed.
Then again how did he get here? What event led him to silent which led him here where he found himself now, he started to think back. Past here, past the incident with silent when he arrived the trip where he was, the first meating of the two; and suddenly it hit him he was hurt in the hospital and why was because he was caught in an ecstacy filled explosion of lust and greed. Of course his sick obsession with the sparks made him vunerable and he was caught in one of the sickeningly beautiful flashes of light. In the hospital he used to have something over his eyes he would observe people only with the sounds they made when he was forced to use his eyes and have them taint his vision with Sin; suddenly he felt like it and the C4 just went off. She worked on his left eye until she had it perfect and now he was here concidered a friend; hiding behind this fake name. His real one fresh in his mind but he would never draw on the reminder of the events because there was no need to.
He didn't realize he was asleep ;so sudden- but the moment he found himself in front of a building he knew it wasn't real.
Enjoying the moment he smirked as his hair was blown from his face and a building exploded in front of him the dust flying the screams and wails of woman making his eyes roll in the back of his head, the sound itself was so full of power; it drew in him more as men howled in pain and blood stained the walls beside him. Oh how it filled him with pleasure to watch the explosion to feel the rustic winds of fire and blood the smell of burning flesh rising him further into the ectacy filled world. It was dark and he was Erect in a bed; having found himself here in a cold sweat the pleasure puslating through his body- in deep concern for himself of course.
Normal men would dream of woman, and to pleasure themselves mentaly they would have sexual inter-actions with the woman, or man, or creature they most desired; but not him he needed the thrill of death and the explosion to get him off on a pleasure trip- and his brain was a complete genius at getting him into that mental high which he could not explain the feel of. Looking at his ungloved hands as he panted he stared at the what looed like fresh cuts across his palms sown shut and to be eternaly fresh wounds, that was on both of his palms two tattoo's one on either wrist though; and people would speculate that they where an omen to his true ways. He wouldn't agrue with that they where the tall tale signs of how he thought; though to him it was completely normal he knew it wasn't to be aroused by death, fire and explosions of C4 in which he took part. on the left wrist carved and permenetly there in black was the japanese kanji for 'insane' and on the other in the same manner 'art'. Why he chose these things was beyond him but his current problem cursed his thoughts with a solution. Sliding up and off the bed to his feet he stumbled towards the bathroom searching lightlesly for the shower. finding what he wished for he stripped his shirt off his sticky flesh and then his pants scowling at himself what a filthy creature he was; A killer should never feel this way but he could not help it. How long will he reframe from telling Silent the thruth- he didn't think he would ever utter a word of his obsession afraid of being diffrent? No.
Turning the water on he stepped in and pulled up the plug, icy water poured onto him and he hissed trying not to move as it burned his warm skin and sucked the warmth away. The similar line that adorned his palms was on his chest also, stiches fallowed across it and around it, he also had similar stiches across his torso, but the small black fabric of them was hardly seem; unlike the thick ones across his chest in that one spot. A means of self destruction? Possibly he hasn't really thought of it. Slowly his body relaxed cooled and calmed and he found himself wide awake as he turned the focet in the shower off. He had no intentions of letting that happen again not in this room atleast. He realized he was in Silents room nto too long ago but didn't accnolage it until just now. He might of woken the woman up but if he did he would of heard her high strung voice at the door. As beautiful as woman are they can be as much of a pain as a small child could- and so could a man.
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