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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 6:32 pm
2.07.06- Valentines.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
So, February does have a very special holiday, much like most of the other months, but I think i'm going to like this one even more than Christmas. Valentines Day is all about secret admirers, and candy, and roses and love...now that i'm getting older it's a lot easier to see why it's so fun. Not only do you get chocolates, but maybe even a secret admirer. Who knows, maybe I'll get a first kiss. Who am I kidding, i'll probably get a box of heart candies from mama and awkward stares from the guys and the girls at school. I probably won't even get a Valentine. Afterall, Valentines come from love interests, and noone has an interest in me.
I'll stop all of this self sympathy to report on something just a bit cheerier, my bruises are healing nicely, and my nose isn't at all swollen. I'm almost afraid to go to school now...if I saw Mal at school, perhaps we could walk home together, but I'm always avoiding everything outside of class so how do I even know if we go to the same school or not? I'm trying to ignore the ignorance of people like the guy I 'met' on the way home the other day, I still don't understand why, but there's nothing wrong with me so it must've been a problem with him...musn't it?
Either way, I'm feeling a little better, and i've ept my aches well hidden from mum. She's been eying me suspiciously lately, asking, prying, but as long as she respects my privacy, she can't do a thing about looking under my clothing.
I saw Mal at the shop a few days ago, I was so excited! He apparently loved the green creepers, and he even returned the gift with a beautiful necklace with none other than a malachite stone carved into the shape of a butterfly. He actually knew what my name meant, perhaps I told him, I dunno-- I'm just flattered! He must be my best freind...we danced together after a pretty lookin g boy with bells on his clothing showed up and began dancing with Laertes. Malachite said he'd teach me to belly dance. I don't think I want to learn a strip tease...
Speaking pof striptease, I also met a boy named Makenna at the park a few days back, he was sitting on the swings and I thought him familiar, so I made a rather bold move for myself. I joined him at the swings and said hello, and he turned out to be pretty nice. he likes to draw too, and he told me he knows how to do some erotic dances. Apparently, he's got very strong feelings for a lad covered in armor.
Apparently, Makenna has a Valentine. I wonder if Mal and Tristin will be Valentines, too. Maybe someone will approach me with a flower, or something cute like that, and I'll get a Valentine of my own.
I'm hopeless.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 9:44 pm
2.09.06- Aponi's confusion.
Posted By Aponi as a Roleplay.
Aponi stared into the mirror for a long time.
And, for once, he wasn't adding smidgens of make-up here or straightening a flailing strand of hair. He was looking long and hard at what he had grown into within a short while: A near teenager. He was an average height for his age, and an average build, perhaps a bit skinnier than your average boy. His face was much more feminine than any of his classmates, and in his attire, he was quite odd to observe for the first time.
He gently placed his thumb and forefinger onto the malachite butterfly hanging from it's thin black leather thong, secured daintily around his neck. While he fingered the tiny, green stone object, he sighed. He had been thinking about what the lad who had kicked him around a few days before had said. 'a girly looking f*****t like you.' He still didn't know what 'f*****t' meant, but after a surveyence of his appearance, he has a sure idea of it.
It must be a boy who looks like a girl. A boy that wears make-up and skirts. A boy who...isn't really a boy at all. Was that it? Was he a girl in boys skin, or something? He certaintly knew from his anatomy that he was a boy, but others seemed to discourage the fact that his body proved him to be male. They simply went on calling him 'f*****t' or 'limp wrist' like they were calling him their best friend. So much casualty was in their hate.
"Wanna talk, 'babe?"
Aponi turned about, rather startled, and saw his Mama standing in the doorway of the bathroom, arms folded, her face calmer than a spring sky, but her eyes showed so much concern. She hadn't failed to notice the puzzling behavior of her boy within the past week, no matter how he tried to shroud it. Aponi shook his head, a smile reaching his black-painted lips.
"No. I'm just...gonna take a bath."
He leaned towards the faucet, turning it on and rinsing his hands, acting as if he were concentrating on a stubborn stain that had mashed itself underneath his fingernail.
"Aponi, you've been acting strangely all week, please...tell me what's wrong with you."
"I'm fine, I said."
The reply was slightly snappy, leaving Aponi feeling flushed with immedeate guilt. Why was he lying to her? Emo had shown him nothing but understanding and love since he first came into her home so long ago, and he couldn't even share his problems with her anymore. He bit his lip, smearing his black lipstick, and tried to act nonchalant about the whole situation.
"Your not fine. I can tell there's something wrong, since when do you keep secrets from me?"
"I'm not keeping secrets."
"What else do you call it when you won't tell me what's bothering you?"
"Nothings bothering me, Mum."
"Just tell me, I'm not an idiot, I know when somethings wrong with my baby."
"No, you ARE an idiot, because there's nothing wrong! You have no idea what your talking about, so just leave me alone!"
Aponi slammed the door in his startled mother's face, locking it and throwing himself upon the toilet seat, pouting into his arms with tears welling in his eyes. Swirls of black and pink eyeshadow made stains down his cheeks, he felt Emo's pressence for another minute or so before he heard footsteps leading from the bathroom entrance to another room in the house, and another door somewhere within the apartment gently closing.
He was ashamed and angry and hurt all at the same time. He grabbed at a washcloth and cleaned his cheeks with it before turning on the hot water and running hismelf a steaming bath. He was confused about himself, keeping secrets from his mother, and feeling so alone all of the time was strangling him. He could barely undress himself for fear of looking at his unclothed body and being sent into another questionaire about his appearance.
"Boys don't cry...Boys don't cry."
He whimpered, wiping his eyes as he lowered hismelf into the near scalding water of the tub. No matter how many times he repeated it to himself, the tears kep flowing.
"Boy's don't cry..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 11:34 am
2.10.06- Aponi's confusion P-II.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
I woke up this morning feeling utterfly terrible, my body felt like a bucket of rocks and I could barely bring myself to stand. Is my mental state finally crashing upon my body like a brick wall? Is my bodily confusion exhausting me somehow?
I don't know what I am anymore. I dress myself up like a girl but I have a boy's body, what does that make me?
I looked up the word 'f*****t', since I haven't got the nerve to ask Mama what it is, and according to Dictionary.com, it all winds down to one thing: Homosexual. A being of one sex having a physical and sexual attraction to a member of the same sex. See: Fairy, Queen, Transexual. Is there something wrong with that? I thought you were allowed to love everyone, but apparently that makes you 'gay'.
I don't think there's anything wrong with falling in love with another boy, I could just as easily fall in love with a boy as I can a girl...so why do other people think it's so bad? Is this why people make fun of me? I think there's a word for that.
I also read up on 'transexuals' someone who believes that they were born male but trapped in a female's body, and vice versa. I don't think I was meant to be a girl, I know i'm supposed to be a boy, I just don't know if I'm supposed to act and look so girly. So, if I'm not transexual, and i'm not gay...what the hell am I?
I want my Mum...
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 4:56 pm
2.17.06- Aponi's Confusion P-III.
Posted By Aponi as a Roleplay.
"Mum."
Aponi held tight the frame of the door, fingers shivering and pale with the shock of being clenched so tightly around the wood. He felt a metaphorical curtain pulled over him, once tight and cold and unforgiving, one littered with the feeling of shame and someone terribly stressed.
"Mum...Can I come in, please?"
Aponi let go his tight hold on the doorframe, the curtain wrapping about him like a shawl. He made his way a foot or two into Emo''s room, it was dark as always, the black walls contrasting against the green of the curtains, the room whirred as it always did. Emo kept so much machinery and computer parts in her room, there wasn't a minute where the clicking and humming of fans and coolant tanks filled Aponi's ears, making him uncomfortable and wary of what he touched.
He made his way to Emo's bed, she was where she could usually be found, asitting on the floor on a large crimson pillow, fiddling with her computer. She seemed absorbed, which made Aponi's curtain tighter. He climbed hestantly onto her bed, looking down at his mother, whose hair was raddled with static cling. She was in nothing but an underdress, one made with thin cotton as to avoid zapping her hardware out of comission.
She looked up, her eyes were hazed over, as if she hadn't slept in days. Aponi fiddled with his fingers, guilty. Emo smiled at him.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Um...yes, I suppose."
Emo stared at the fuzzy screen of her computer for a moment longer before puttting the power supply she had been tinkering with back into her case She rubbed her wrist onto thecarpet, then removed the rubber peice from it, crawling onto bed beside her child. She attempted to take him into her arms, but the curtain around him pulled Aponi away. Emo frowned slightly, sitting back.
"What's wrong, 'babe...and don't tell me 'nothing' this time."
Aponi wimpered, he knew what he wanted to tell her, and he was sure she wouldn't be as confused or angry as he was when he came to terms with himself. The curtain blew him in the other direction now, allowing Aponi to put his head onto his mother's chest, her arms made their way to his back, holding him close. She put her chin on his head.
"Tell me."
"I'm sorry."
"For being such a horror, lately?"
"Yes."
Emo hugged him tighter, she cracked a smile.
"What did you want to tell me, Ni-Chan?"
"I was confused, mum. I didn't mean to yell at you."
Emo was quiet, she didn't need to speak, it was Aponi's turn.
"I just, I got into a fight a few weeks ago. Only, I didn't do much fighting. That's why I went straight to bed a few weeks ago, I didn't want you to notice how I was limping, and how my nose was swollen."
Aponi's curtain released it's tight grip, sliding down his torso a bit more with every sentence. Emo ran her fingers through her child's hair.
"I started thinking it was my fault, because I dress like this and it's not so hard to notice me in the halls. I started thinking about how normal boys dress, they don't dress like girls. I thought there was something worng with me, and it got me thinking about why I dress like this. I know i'm not supposed to be a girl, but I didn't know wether or not being a boy was right either."
He paused to catch his breath, his cheeks were wet, and the curtain kept receading.
"Mum, I think I like boys. But, I think I like girls, too. What does that mean? Does it mean I'm supposed to be a girl or a boy?"
Emo was silent for a few minutes before exhaling, bringing Aponi onto her lap.
"It means your perfect the way you are. There's nothing wrong with liking boys and girls, your a person and you can love anyone you want. That makes you special, in my opinion."
Aponi felt the curtain release him, and in it's place where his mama's gentle hands. He felt the tears spill onto his cheeks and down his chin. He held his mother tight, he didn't feel special, he felt unnatural. But, with Emo holding him the same way she would two weeks before, he knew there couldn't be something wrong with him. Not if she still loved him the same.
"Your a very unique child, Aponi, and I love you very much. You don't have to worry about what other people think about you. Your perfect in my eyes, don't you forget that."
"I love you too, Mum."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 10:20 pm
2.17.06- Back to Normal.
Posted By Emo as a Journal Entry.
Aponi's feeling better, which means I'm feeling better.
The poor little thing was having an identity crisis at thirteen! He's so sensitive to comments and confrontations that he couldn't help but let himself get all obsessive over it. He's just like me.
Apparently, the day he came home late was spent with Adrian's boy Malachite. They had lunch together and did a bit of window shopping. He was so much happier when he came home, but that familiar look of concern was draped over his face. He said it was nothing serious, and this time, I could believe him. We talked for a bit and he quickly changed the subject from Malachite to the new clothes he had bought with his allowance.
He emptied a few bags onto the floor, one filled with accessories, and one had a few items of clothing in it. He picked out a cute little skirt, it was slim fit, came to the middle of his thigh, and black with a pink plaid pattern. It had a pair of bondage straps hanging form it with matching plaid. Cute, but a bit risky for his age, he can wear that when he get's a bit older. He told me he liked those skirts far better than his, and will probably be getting more with his next allowance.
He also found the most peculiar hat. It was an adorable panda bear hat with ear flaps. While the hat was mostly like a normal panda bear, the earflaps had a single black skull patch per flap. He looked so cute with it on, the pink circles on it's cheeks patched the pink in his skirt.
Lastly, a collection of silver rings, one with a large pink stone in it seemed to be his favorite, and fishnet armwarmers with black feathers on the finger cuffs and ends. He looked rather cute, but i'm starting to see how his complex emerged. I'm not blind, but I've never paid so much attention to his 'costumes' as I'm starting to call them. He's my baby, and he's original and I love him.
I told him he couldn't wear the tiny skirt until he was a bit older and he began another drawn out story about how he'd grow out of it by then and the drama ensued.
All's well in the De'Lioncourt household.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 10:40 pm
3.07.06- Normality shattered, Emo's 'Growth'.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
Something alltogether strange is happening to mum. And I thought puberty was awkward, painful and rather noticible. It appears Mum has a large, blackish-purplish flesh wound on her left shoulder, and it's showing no signs of healing.
She doesn't seem to want to talk about it, but I noticed it after she came out of the shower a few mornings ago. It was such a swirl of unnatural colors, yellows and blues and reds, which I'm guessing are from bruising of the skin and drying blood, her back resembled a spin-art 'masterpiece' of painful hues. She was in a lot of pain. I saw her applying a sort of 'wart removal' liquid to it in hopes of slowing the growth, but it doesn't seem to be helping much. I'm worried. What if she's got something cancerous? She won't go to the doctor, she says it's a family issue with health and it's nothing to worry about, she'll explain it to me later, she says.
She mentioned being like 'grandpa'. I've never met my grandpa, she doesn't say much about him, but apparently he didn't go to the doctor when he needed to and put his health into the wrong hands without really noticing. he was oblivious, just like mum. He was 'cancerous', just as I think mum is. She wears light shirts now, she used to be so gracefully dressed in velvet crimson vests and pinstripe button-up shirts with tight draw-string backs, but now she walks around shirtless whenever she can. Which is wuite awkward for her and me, she's quite self concious, and I'm quite curious of a woman's body.
There's a problem when you have to sneak peeks at your mum in a bra to understand the female anatomy. Yuck. Anyways, as of late, it's started to...well...blossom. A black, soft, gooey protrusion has began to emerge form it, like a large hard. It looks so painful, I wish she would go to a doctor. She keeps telling me it's nothing to worry about, the pain will pass, and in it's place will be soemthing both a blessing and acurse. She confuses me.
I thought I was the one with body issues, she's growing a tumor or something! I can't bear to write about my own little problems today, not when Mum won't tell me what's wrong with her. In this atheistic family, may god help her. 'Tis how desperate I am.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 12:52 pm
3.07.06- Emo's 'Growth' P-II.
Posted By Emo as a Roleplay.
"Mum, please, let me take you to the doctor!"
Aponi's eyes were bright with tears he was hesitant to let fall, his body aching with worry as he tended to his mother, who at the moment was vomitting black liquid into the toilet. She was shaking, had terrible sweats, and the growth on her back was expaning upward at an intense rate. He tried to whipe her cheek form the hot, oil-like substance dripping from her lips, but she pushed him off.
She gagged, spitting, her head swimming in a tense pool of heat and exhaustion, not to mention the burning pain sprouting form her back like hot glass tearing her flesh apart.
"G--get out."
She murmered, holding the toilet seat with tightly gripping hands. Another eruption spiraled form her throat, burning her insides. Aponi attempted to rub her back, but she quivered as if he was peeling the skin from her with every stroke of his hand. He threatened to call the hospital, but she refused to let him. She held tight to his hand, removing the splatters of black and crimson from her mouth with a washcloth and leaned hard into the wall with her right side.
She could see the confusion and the pain in her child's eyes, but she couldn't bear to explain what was happening to her. Not when she was in the midst of sprouting a new appendage and inheriting one of her father's not so favorable traits, but as Aponi saw it, she was dying. This wasn't the case, but he continued thinking- hell if he was going to let his mum go out like this.
He toughened his expression, falling to his knees and unbottoning Emo's loose fitting shirt. She protested, but she was weak, and the feeling of cool air on her overheating body was a welcomed feeling. He carefully peeled the shirt form her back, it was slowly spouting a reddish fluid, not so much like blood, more oily in texture. She whimpered, biting her lip, she turned her head down and stared into her lap.
The pale child observed the growth. It was pointy and leathery, and it was shaped like a large cone at this stage. There was a sharp protrusion at it's end, it almost resembled a talon. He shivered at the angry looking lump and hoisted his mother up the best he could, avoiding the sharp growth, and put her into the bathtub in a sitting position. She protested, pulling his hands off of her, only incoherant mumbles and moans came from her now. She felt frightfully hot.
Aponi fought against her, no matter how guilty it made him feel to know that he was forcing her amidst all of her pai nand discomfort, and turned the water on. Emo hissed when the cold water touched her feet, and she drew away, giving Aponi a harsh stare.
"Stop that, it's freezing."
"Sit still, mum, your brains are going to boil at this rate. You must be at least a hundred and five by now."
He stopped the tub, holding Emo down as gently as he could, the cold water rose at a steady level to douse her flaming body. She tugged at the undershirt and boxer-like underclothing she was still wearing, finding it uncomfortable to be bathing with her underclothes on. Aponi hushed her until she settled, dampening her forehead with a cold washcloth. The watyer touched her back where the purplish bruise had become a splintered hunk of muscle and skin. She nearly screamed, the water filling her wound, sending shivers through the pointy leather spike on her back.
She attempted to claw her way out of the water, Aponi holding her down with all of the force in his body, bruising her wrist and shoulder as the water covered her. Finally she let herself flow into the cold, the liquid from her wound making rose colored spirals in the bathwater, her skin looked unusually pale as it reflected the rose color in an almost transparent way. He watched as his mother lay there, steam rising form the water as her body cooled, he kept watch over her for nearly an hour before removing her from the tub.
She didn't fight this time, her exhaustion keeping her at bay. Aponi stripped her, quite bashfully and much to his discomfort, from her soaking clothes, let her dry herself, and found her a cotton nightgown. She layed face down in her bed, not asleep, yet not fully awake, Aponi watching her all the while, a puke bucket on his hands just incase, and a look of sympathy on his face. He rubbed the panda-hat positioned on his ehad in attempts at deriving some comfort, his medium-length, spikey hair rubbing against his neck as he did so.
She'd be three times as healthy as before soon. He just didn't know it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 8:08 pm
3.13.06- Emo's 'Growth' P-III.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
Mum's got a wing.
A god damned bat wing!
So that's what all of this sickness and awfulness was about? So a bloody demon wing could split her right shoulder in two? Not only am I puzzled, but I'm feeling a bit betrayed. All this time I was bathing her and dressing her and aiding her, and she couldn't even tell me?
It's confusing enough, but I guess I can see why she didn't tell me from the start of all this. Who would want a preteen with bright eyes asking them a million questions about a painful spot on their body when their in the middle of growing anotehr apendage? She told me that it's an inherited trait, directly from her father's blood, she was born a 'vampire' and, due to her father's full-blood and her half-blood, she can't shapeshift as he can. Her mother being a lykan, I found out also why she's always hiding her head under a top hat. Mum not only has a bat wing, but she has a pair of fuzzy black wolf ears sprouting form her head.
She's a damn monster movie! I was rather glad that I wasn't blood related to her for a moment there, but at the same time, terribly concerned of wether or not I should take her to a loony hospital. Vampires and lykens? Not so believable until you see a wing grow from someone's back and a pair of wolf ears twitching on their head. Oh, and the growth of the wing was awful. The ears, she said, had been with her since birth, virtually painless. But the wing, yuck.
It caused her to, first off, obtain a blood-blister on her back the size of a softball. After the first day or so, she hit a high fever and the wing actually began to rip itself from her core. Then there was the vomiting, turns out all the black stuff had to do with the wing itself bursting from a sac filled with black, tar-like fluid. The fluid leaked through her until she vomited it all up. Then, she had to endure the hour-long process of pushing the wing out herself, and yes, it was painful.
She took to cleaning it herself, thankfully, and explained the whole thing to me when I came to check on her. I'm still unsure of what's going on, or if I'm dreaming all of this crap, but overall, I can continue hoping I don't somehow become part of this wacky family transformation.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:30 am
3.21.06- Best Week Ever.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
Mum's feeling better, and we've done a role reversal, so now she's back to taking care of me instead of me being like her babysitter.
I guess things are, for the most part, normal. I've come to terms with the fact that fairytale creatures are pretty much real, no matter how rediculous and awkward it is. Mum spent most of the past few days learning how to control her new appendage. She can now fold it flat against her back, much like a bird might, and it now spends most of it's time hidden under her clothing. She says she should be able to make it completely recede into her back, but every time she tries it just breaks the healing skin.
To get this all off of our minds, she took me with her to what must have been a rave, all the way down to Sacremento! It took place in a gigantic warehouse, everything was dark and vacant on the outside, other than the lines of cars attempting to hide in a nearbye forest, but inside it was so vibrant and flashy I nearly developed motion sickness. Everyone was moving as one, it seemed. In a sick way, it was beautiful, all of those sweating, neon-colored bodies jumping and dancing with the extreme music.
Emo made me stay with her and a friend of hers, he goes by the name 'Tsin' pronounced with a silent 'T'. He was odd. He was always nibbling on something and had loads of black and red hair formed into a sloppy fohawk. I suppose he was nice, him and mum seemed to laugh a lot at simple inside jokes and remembering their first 'dance' as they called it. Loads of girls were asking me to dance, so I guess I had fun. I met a girl with glowsticks tied in her hair and lots of sparkly make-up. She had a pair of fairy wings on and whore a baby blue jumpsuit with handprints on it. We danced and talked for hours, and she offered me a 'sugar pill' but I turned her down. She was pretty, and she kept trying to kiss me, but I chickened out-- besides, I'll probably never see her again-- why would I give her my first kiss? God, I'm so wimpy.
Me and mum didn't leave until four in the morning, her friend came with us and spent the night, I don't know how he's going to get home-- he lives 400 miles away from our shabby little flat. I bet he'll be living with us for a while.
So, over the past week we've gotten a roommate, went to a rave, and Emo has learned to control her freaky wing thing. Best week ever.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 1:13 am
4.07.06- As of Last Week.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
My prediction was right-- we have a newroomate, and a pet. Tsin, the freaky raver guy from a few weeks ago, it turns out he has a little pet rat. The thing is, he can't remember where he got it or what it's name is-- he's kind've weird, but will admit, he's charming in a stupid kind've way. And a bit cute.
Anyways, as for the rat, he let me name him. I decided to call him Lan, I dunno why, it was just a 'name popped into my head' kind've thing. He's pretty wild, kin of intimidating at first, but I suppose I can train Lan somehow. Like, tame him a bit. He's fond of nibbling things, which I found isn't so bad. He got into one of my drawers and now I own a whole new set of torn, totally killer corset/fishnet outfits. I still prefer my panda hat and my victorean age shirts to the cybergoth stuff, but I do love attempting to sew wires and such to my clothes.
I've started turning my old fishnets into gloves, seeing as they don't fit me anymore. Some are even sewn onto the wrists of my white shirts as decoration-- I could very well become a fashion designer, heh. I'm always drawing cute outfits, most of which I want to make for myself, but I'm not very good at sewing yet.
When I do perfect my sewing, I want to make a dress with long sleeves and a hood that comes just above the thigh with bunny ears on the hood-- I already have it planned out, I'll probably be able to perfect it within...a few years. Ugh. I wish I didn't suck at sewing.
Well, that's it-- other than Mal is starting to look pretty grown up. He's had quite a growth spurt within the past few months, and I have to admit, he looks very nice. We're friends, yes, but I imagine the girls at the shop are going to go even more crazy over him.
I'll update when I really hit puberty. crying
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 9:05 pm
4.09.06- Birthday.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
It's mum's birthday!
Me and Tsin went to the mall today looking for gifts, he seemed really out of place, he just looked so spun and weird-- a few people were staring at him weird, even in stores like Redball and Hot Topic, where people like him seem so common.
We mostly window shopped, in the end we both found nice little items for her. Tsin dissapeared for two hours and came back with a Siouxsie and the Banshees Record, he seemed so proud of himself, it was kind've funny. He kept strutting around, I think he was just trying to be silly. I got her a little crow made out of a thin plaster mold covered in black feathers, it's about the size of a real bird, and really pretty. I also got her a rose from a flower shop we found.
Tsin bought himself a black fedora and he even got me soemthing from Spencers, a little black collar with a skull buckle for decoration. I took the green butterfly pendant off the necklace I got from Malachite and put it on the colalr next to the skull, so I could wear both of them.
We went home and Mum had made a chocolate cake for herself and us-- so like her, to do all the work for her own birthday. She liked our gifts, she even thread some string around the bird and hung it on the ceiling right beside her window in her room. The cake was pretty good.
After we ate and finished giving gifts and stuff, we all watched a bunch of movies. We watched Party Monster and Hedwig and the Angry Inch, both weird movies that mum adored, the Hedwig one made Tsin laugh a lot, I thought it was really trippy. Michael Pitt's character was so good looking. We're gonna watch a few more movies and probably sleep in hte livingroom together.
I'm glad Emo's so happy today.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:28 pm
4.14.06- Getting Older.
Posted By Aponi as a Roleplay.
Aponi sat on his rumpled bed preparing for a party, ofcourse he hismelf wasn't invited, it was of Tsin's doing. Tsin liked to include Aponi in things, and he surely wouldn't object when invited, especially now that he had become so fond of being around girls-- ever since he went to that rave he'd been so much more open with members of the opposite sex, and much more confident about himself and his fashion sense.
He stood now, completely nude other than a pair of black, leather underwear and black thigh-high fishnets. He looked hismelf over in the mirror, he couldn't help but think his body was feminine and long, he had graceful, thin limbs-- it was sort've embarassing being mistaken for a girl, but he found himself attractive in an effeminate way. He fastened a pair of ankh earrings to his ears.
He applied a thin line of black to his eyelids, followed by a dusting of charcoal and hotpink eyeshadow. He painted his top lip black, swept his snowy hair form his cheek, and admired his work. He put on one of his familiar white, button-up victorian shirts, and attatched a black waist sincher with black lace at it's top and bottom around his slim torso. He tied the hotpink ribbon, securing it just tight enough to give him a curve to his form.
Then, he slipped on a black, lacey skirt in a loligoth fashion, tendrils of lace hung from it's back in a trail, almost like a bridal gown. He swung about, admiring his train, and laced up his hot pink, high0-top shoes with the skull patch on the sides. He finished his outfit with a bmall black tophat and his blackcollar, the skull and Malachite butterfly in place as it's charms.
He looked hismelf over, for the first time he noticed his chest seemed a bit broader than it used to, his face more slender, and he had appeared to be growing. It wasn't an extremely noticable change, but it was there. He squealed with delight, he was growing up-- he knew, sooner or later, he'd catch up to all the other guys his age.
"Ni-Chan, you ready yet? It takes you a ********' hour to put yer clothes on?"
"Com-ming!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 4:26 pm
4.29.06- The Pageant.
Posted By Aponi as a Journal Entry.
So, there's going to be a Pageant-- I don't know if I should enter or not. I mean, what's so special about me that I could win a category in the pageant?
I know a lot of people think Malachite is the cutest and whatnot, and best Personality would probably go to one of the older guys that have been here long enough to get to know everyone. I don't really know if I have a talent or skill, other than drawing. I think it's pretty much hopeless. It's kind've upsetting now that I think about it, what makes me an interesting person?
I'll probably have to ask Malachite about this pageant thing, I know he's entering, so maybe he could tell me whether or not I have a good skill for this pageant deal. I bet he'll win, and if not him, someone like Laertes or Ptah. I've seen them around, they're definatly gonna take a prize home.
I need to figure out what sets me apart.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 11:53 am
5.05.06- Animal Attraction.
Posted By Aponi as a Roleplay.
The lights were out in the De'Lioncourt household, all but one. The familar hazy white beam of light shone from Aponi's window, signaling a boy hard at work.
There sat the white haired, green eyed lad on his floor in a heap of cloth and feathers, once again attempting to sew an outfit. He had been left alone tonight, Mum and Tsin had gone to bed as soon as they came home from the bar, leaving Aponi to himself. He had been feverishly sewing for hours in attempts to give an old black coat a collar of black feathers and a train of spider web-like lace, more feathers added onto that. He was surprised at the lack of pink he had been using lately.
"Owch."
Aponi watched as a pearl of blood rose from his pointer finger, he was growing sleepy and equally sloppy in his technique. He suckled the blood from his finger, leaving his supplies and materials on the floor as he made his way towards the bathroom for a bandaid. Absentminded as he often was when wandering about, he made no attempts at knocking and opened the bathroom door-- who knew he'd be greeted by Tsin, shirtless, washing his hair in the sink.
The fair haired child's eyes took in every curve and line to Tsin's upper body, half content and half embarassed. He was slender, yes, but his shape was so alluring. And who knew he'd have n****e rings? Only when Tsin raised his dripping head from the sink and placed his hands on the counter did Aponi mutter an apology. He attempted to retriet to his room, cheeks a light rosy color.
"Ni-Chan, what are you doing up?"
Aponi felt his heart beat faster, he loved how Tsin adressed him, it was so cute. It was affectionate. He almost forgot to answer in his admiration of the older man. He smelt liquor on the man's breath.
"I pricked my finger. Sewing."
"Well?"
Tsin was amused at Aponi's timid behavior, he shook his head around a few times, flicking water everywhere, before reaching into the medicine cabnet for a plain bandage, holding it out to Aponi with his black polished fingers. The youth took the bandage, half smiling, and wrapped it around his finger.
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
Aponi stood there a moment more, Tsin eyeing him in the same simple way he looked at everyone, his eyes trapping the lad in a spherical jail cell. When his limbs were finally willed to move, Aponi bid Tsin an awkward 'Godnight' and he did his best not to scamper off to bed like a mouse from a cat. A very sexy cat.
Aponi hid behind his door, sighing, something about that guy made his temperature rise and his heart beat at twice it's normal speed. It was definatly physical attraction, the way he smiled, the way he said his name. The preteen sat on the end of his bed, looking at the bandage so carefully draped over his finger. He removed his long striped socks and the victorean shirt and the tattered skirt with it's train of feathers, and slipped into a pair of black silk pajama pants and a matching button up shirt. The only time he wore pants was when he slept.
He stretched out on the bed, nustling into his soft pillow. He ignored the footsteps he heard coming towards his door, they were only in his head. A knock, someone bading entrance, was a branch tapping against the window. That door opening, hell, he must have been dreaming. A large, warm hand running from his shoulder to his hip, he dare not open his eyes.
"Ni-Chan, are you asleep?"
Aponi's heart sped up.
"No."
The hand trailed back up then was removed altogether, he felt the bed shift as Tsin sat beside him, a confused, eager look subtly etched into the shadows on his face. Aponi couldn't move, but he didn't really want to, either. He didn't know what to expect, but this felt slightly similar to how he felt in the dressing room with malachite or when locking eyes with Crout for only a moment. Attraction caused by something unknown to him, a yearning deep within the pit of his stomach.
"Ni-Chan...I think I'm drunk."
[To Be Continued]
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