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 Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 1:54 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
ÐîøŋAzɑɱɨ  Dion was glad when Aizen held him again. "It wasn't rough at all, Ai-nii." Dion smiled, but he didn't know if Aizen could see his face in the dark. He latched onto one of Aizen's sleeves and hugged his arm. It was his show of thanks for taking him to his dorm. "Are you going to be leaving soon? I don't want to be alone." So lend me your heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 4:46 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
ÐîøŋAzɑɱɨ Dion was ecstatic that Aizen would stay with him. Dion didn't like it when it was dark because of a power outage. Everything was off. It made it too quiet. Too uncomfortable. Staying with someone made it less uncomfortable. "Why don't you sit down, Ai-nii? Get comfortable?"
Dion scooted over on the bed to make room, his heart picking up pace a bit. He felt...nervous. Anxious. Not because Yukio had said not to be in a room alone with Aizen ever, but because he felt something. He thought he might just feel something for Aizen. What he couldn't exactly discern. But Dion did know it was a good kind of anxious. So lend me your heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 8:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 8:44 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack was again half curled around Kaito, half pulling the other boy against him. He was counting the heartbeats he could hear between the two of them, waiting for the rhythm to slow to a reasonable speed. His fingers were still pressed against Kaito’s back, reclined on the bed in the unclaimed room. It might have been set up for a student who had yet to arrive at the school because the bed was already made and the room had been obviously cleaned in preparation for occupation. Which had worked perfectly for Jack who hadn’t felt much like running into anyone who could potentially prove a distraction or, more accurately, an interruption.
His fingers were still pressed tightly against Kaito’s skin and he was distantly glad the other boy wasn’t the type to bruise easily. He just couldn’t make himself loosen the grip, not any farther than it took to make sure he wasn’t actually causing pain. The redhead was at the moment too busy regaining some semblance of thought to argue with his instinct’s need to make sure Kaito didn’t leave. Because when he tried to picture what they looked like lying together, he had trouble with the image. Kaito was cool and untouchable. But there Jack was, holding him. And like ******** he was going to let go. He wasn’t about to admit the reunion with someone who had so easily left had shaken him, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t true.
So he allowed himself another quarter of an hour in that relaxed dozed state, holding the blue haired male close enough to be sure that heat was real. He nuzzled the top of the soft hair, face softer than he usually wore it when he was around others, no smirk or scowl or arrogant posturing. For a moment he didn’t need it. But while his mind and insecurities settled back down under the bright red hair, his body decided to remind him of an entirely unrelated craving.
Without thinking he reached under the pillow he was laying on before remembering he wouldn’t find the lighter there. Damn it. He understood why he didn’t have it anymore. Rationally it made perfect sense. But on the other hand he knew there was a cigarette back in the pocket of wherever he’d left his pants and no lighter. The combination was a highly distressing one. Now Jack did scowl, wrapping his arms around Kaito again and pressing himself into the favorite spot against the other male’s neck as he tried to work out a solution. He could hit the store but that seemed to involve a lot more effort than he usually liked. If only he had a roommate who indulged the same horrible habit.
Something tugged at his mind. Something he’d heard the other day in the cafeteria while gathering food. Another teacher. No, assistant principal. He was a smoker and a notorious one if the complaints he’d overheard were anything to go by. He’d have a box of matches or a spare lighter lying around his office. No one who smoked that hard would chance running out. And with that Jack was decided.
“I’ve never visited an assistant principal’s office voluntarily before…” Jack mumbled with a half lugh against the other boy’s skin as craving fought against craving.
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:30 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
ÐîøŋAzɑɱɨ Dion thought on it for a little bit. "We can talk about ourselves. Get to know each other a little better?" Dion didn't know how Aizen would like that idea, but he rolled with it. Anything to make sure Aizen didn't get bored and leave him in the dark alone.
To Dion, Aizen seemed a bit nervous. Why, he didn't know, but he felt the same. Could it be that they were nervous for the same reasons? Dion didn't want to guess, so he left it alone and sat next to Aizen's warmth, and waited for a reply. So lend me your heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:03 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 1:35 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
ÐîøŋAzɑɱɨ Dion swung his legs in thought. What could he ask Aizen? "Hmm... how old are you?" Dion knew he was senior, but not his age. How much older was Aizen? Dion knew it'd be 17 or older, but he wanted to here it come from Aizen because he didn't know for sure. So lend me your heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:23 pm
 I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box "My heart bleeds for you."The orange haired male drawled taking another hit of his cigarette as the blonde pouted before jumping to the next statement like a hamster on steroids. A single eyebrow arched over his dark gold eyes as he shifted his weight to one leg in a stance that was more than hinting towards annoyed aggression.
"If your imagining me in Goth or Punk I'm going to be forced to shove a three foot, wide cylinder, red flashlight down your throat."he informed him in a much calmer voice than what his expression said he was feeling, especially given the annoying grin that was being flashed his direction while the comment had been said. His eyes were narrowed dangerously though ruining the comment although he otherwise didn't react as he took another inhalation of smoke and breathed the mass towards the ceiling, his mouth forming a thin line of annoyance to match as he finished.
"I'd say your an only child, except your tendency to never shut your mouth.he drawled flatly, wondering what sort of masochistic trait kept him from walking away right now. Other than the fact he wanted a reassurance students weren't going to be randomly showing up in drag all over his school.
when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:47 pm
 When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief."You can never have to much of a good thing. And I'm getting a damn good idea of what's happening."the younger ghost flashed a bright grin that was edged with mischief and a touch of what the movie was doing to him, it was certainly making his pale gold eyes darken slightly. Given his natural inclination it wasn't hard to come up with some variants now that he had a sort of idea of what the whole sex thing was about. All he was doing now was adding to the education to make sure he didn't miss something important from just having seen one.
The second movie clicked over and started to run through its scenario while he'd moved his hand to touch the white haired boy's cheek. Faust was half asleep while he did it, only waking up slightly from the doze at his question, repeating it like he hadn't quite caught it the first time. The white haired boy seemed to think about it for a second before answering that it was the last thing Kit had expected.
"Warm huh?"he grinned slowly, liking that answer because usually people only felt cold when he was around. Then again he usually had to actually waste energy to solidify. He wished he could have felt it the same way. He could only sense him in a sort of remembered way, like he knew how he should feel from before he'd died. A memory of what touch was supposed to feel like that he could only pretend at any more.
Like did he get warmer when that red color spread across his face? Faus'ts arm sliding around his in a motion that had his grin blooming back to life in a impish way. Only to get wider when he shakily ashed what he felt when kissing him. It brought out those same sensations he'd had the first time he'd seen the white haired boy so embarrassed at being dressed up. A warmth that sent responses through his system in a way that might as well have been life.
"A little like I'm not dead."he told him in a soft voice, slightly deeper as a husk entered his tone as his free hand came up and caught the white haired boy's collar, holding him in place with a move to establish his dominance before sliding his fingers in a slow caress, almost feather light, up his neck to catch his chin. He used it to tilt Faust's head up to a better angle before dropping his own head and deciding to implement a little of what he'd seen. Sliding his tongue along the bottom lip before sealing their mouths together a touch roughly but getting the impression across. A touch impatient, a little unsure, and more than enough demand.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:14 pm
 What would you have done to save someone you cared for?
I would rather seal their spirits, even if he didn't want me to, then to see him die the same way...Minagi just chuckled. "You truly hate me don't you?" he said with a grin, now grabbing something to fight back with as he had just made a stance that he was ready to fight. Minagi wasn't about to let himself get beaten up by the principal. He ignored the comment he made about shoving the flashlight down his throat. After all, he could tell that he probably would do that...or just make his life hell. He shouldn't anger him anymore than he needed to, otherwise, it wouldn't be too much fun anymore.
"Yes, but you've already met my brother. So really you have not much of a comeback!"To those who want to tell me it's not okay for a man to dress this way
Well you probably have the same hobby
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:17 pm
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio sighed. He should've known. Unless the child was a victim to possible rape, he wouldn't know about it til next year. But he let Kit keep his pride since he seemed to know a little more than Yukio does. However his eyes were a little bit dark with mischief...Like not normal mischief. It was a little uncomfortable, but not enough to make him worry a whole lot.
When he started to grin, Yukio smiled as well, a little shy when he had said those things. But Kit had seemed to like that answer, which made Yukio happy. At least for right now. A blushing request was made from the white hair boy to the flaxen hair ghost. His answer made him feel a little upset, reminding him, the ghost boy was still dead.
However, a small tug of his frilly collar and lips that was pressed against his own caused him to forget that trouble and just enjoy him. He closed his eyes and felt his tongue sliding against his bottom lift, almost immediately granting him entrance. Almost. Seeing as if Kit was wanting something, he was probably going to have to work harder for it. Something that Yukio never actually made himself do before, seeing that Yukio always followed orders and understood what was expected of him.
If Kit wanted, or rather demanded something from him...Well He's not giving it to him without a fight. Just not in that really violent sort of way."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:13 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  Slate blue orbs remained closed as his breathing slowly regulated back down, his heart beat not quite ready to give up the pulse it had picked up while they'd been doing other things. He was finding more and more things he never would have imagined he liked, he was. For someone who couldn't stand the touch of another person or even their presence near him, he was finding that this moment of stillness after the rush was soothing. He actually felt at peace, and in his world that wasn't something to take lightly. He also felt...safe and protected which shouldn't have appealed to him as much as it was as Jack's fingers held him close against his chest.
So he kept his eyes closed and for once simply let himself bask in a moment. There wasn't really a rush to move, the sound of the rain striking the window and the bursts of lightning dancing outside, Jack's rather unique smell clinging to every inch of them, it was a moment he carefully locked in his mind the way he would for a picture...but this was one that would never see the world outside his memories again. It was HIS and he wasn't sharing it with anyone other than Jack.
Kaito wasn't sure how long he lay tucked against the red-head's warmth, his face pressed to his skin while Jack occasionally rubbed his face against the blue hair. He wasn't keeping track and he was quite good at extended periods of inactivity so he was content to doze and feel his partner begin to slowly move more and more restlessly above him. Hidden from view, against his chest, a light smirk spread across his lips when Jack reached under the pillow only to return a moment later and pull Kaito closer to him. A shiver and a slight purring noise coming from the smaller male when the red-head touched the spot on his neck.
He knew they didn't have much time, just the little he'd spent with his roommate let him know he couldn't stay still for long and even less so when he was obviously after a cigarette. Kaito's smirk was over the demise of the lighter he hoped was still getting run over in heavy traffic. He'd have sealed it in a lead box wrapped in meat and feed it to a shark if he thought he could have gotten away with it.
"Do I WANT to know what your thinking?the young heir drawled in a monotone, fighting back another shiver at the brush of air the comment breathed against his sensitive neck. Carefully moving his arm into a better position. They'd gotten sort of wrapped up in other things and with it still being mostly dark...he'd have to remember to change his bandage here soon again. For now though, it was more fun counting how long it would take Jack to loose it and get up from forced inactivity.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:20 am
I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box "No, I find you annoying."there was a difference. Hate required a lot more effort and amount of care than Ash was willing to donate towards this particular blonde. Hate required more emotion than the orange haired Vice Principle ever really displayed. Although amusement might have sparked behind the annoyance when Minagi grabbed the broom he'd been standing near and taking up a fighting stance.
He at least believed he'd go ahead and go through with his threats, which was good because he WOULD do it. Shifting his weight slightly he leaned to the side against the door jamb with his ankles crossed as he took a long drag of the cigarette and dragged the gold eyes behind his glasses in one long look down the other male. Taking in everything as the amusement grew a touch stronger. He really did look silly defending himself with a broom without shoes and his wet hair pulled up in a ponytail.
Smoke billowed towards the ceiling as he pulled the stub of tobacco away from his mouth with a flat look towards the blonde who was still making his snappy comments.
"Who you CLAIM is your brother."he drawled, although Ash didn't doubt the connection because otherwise why would that kid have let a teacher put him in drag? Getting dressed up like a maid didn't sound like HIS idea of a good time and he couldn't imagine a student just going with it. Even if they'd had some very strange students in his time here.
when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
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