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 Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:27 pm
Bornes spread his legs a bit, clasping his hands in front of his face, once again resting his elbows on his thighs. He unclasped his hands but kept his fingers intertwined only moments later, resting his chin on the fingers as he watched Isiah on the ground.
Bornes was still tired, but he still had so many more things on his mind.
He stared through his sunglasses at Isiah, watching him lay there. Studying him. Sure they were both having a hard time, but could he really spend the rest of the foreseeable future with this man?
He stayed silent and still for a minute or so before he finally broke the silence again. As was his apparent new habit.
"Don't you have some sort of..." He mumbled something indecipherable to himself, trying to figure out what the english translation of the word he was looking for was. "...Gay radar, I think they call it?"
His tone was rather serious, as Bornes considered it a serious question.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:30 pm
Isiah opened one eye to look at him, quirking a brow upward. "That's sure out of left field," he mumbled, pulling his legs up. He crossed them over his knee, staring up at the ceiling. "No, can't say I do. The only way I can tell is if someone comes onto me. And even then."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:40 pm
Bornes let out a "huh" in thought, unlocking his fingers and reaching over the cot to grab the pillow at the other end. He tossed it onto Isiah's face once he reached it, then got up and laid next to Isiah on the ground after stashing the previously abandoned cigarettes in his pants pocket.
He made an effort to lay down far enough away that they weren't touching, but close enough that it was at least slightly uncomfortable.
At first Bornes lay down flat, like a normal human being. He turned to his side and tried to sleep straight, but it didn't last long at all, as he curled into his ball, his back to Isiah, only a few moments later, using his arms as a pillow, as per usual.
However, his tail, unlike the usual, was not curled up too. It lay estranged in a still line, perhaps the only visible mark of the assumed barrier between the two men.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:42 pm
Isiah gave him a funny look, brow quirked upward. "You don't want the cot?" His question was marked with disbelief. Q hadn't slept on it... well.. it felt like since the whole incident. Maybe that's why he didn't want it...? "Because if you don't, I'll take it."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:47 pm
His tail twitched in a combination of hurt and disbelief.
Bornes sighed in slight annoyance. He hesitated with his answer. He still wasn't sure if he wanted this, himself. Isiah was not his type. He was out of practice. And several other excuses of the same ilk.
He finally breathed out a disappointed, "Do what you want." If Isiah didn't get it, then it wasn't a huge loss. It wasn't as if they had anything going on, anyway.
It was for the better.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:50 pm
Isiah paused- the cogs in his head were kicking off cobwebs, groaning as they began to turn. "... oh. OH." He froze in his place on the floor- just for a second. What the hell.
He grabbed Q by the shoulder, one handed, turning him over onto his back 'gently', looming over him for a split second as he tried to read him through his glasses. He failed. There was another pause, as if he wasn't sure this is what Q wanted, before he tilted his head and pushed in for a kiss.
It was open mouthed, but dry- lips warm against Qs, a day's worth of stubble scratching along his face. The hand that had rested on his shoulder moved to his other shoulder and rested on the ground beside it, his torso half over the other's, eyes shut tight as if he was afraid to see Q's reaction.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:00 pm
Bornes flinched when Isiah made the noise of realization. The hybrid was already embarassed enough as it was, this just made the situation worse. He was prepared to head under the cot again and squeeze into a tighter ball.
But then Isiah's hand came and turned him around. Bornes opened his mouth, in an effort to ask what he was doing, but their eyes locked instead and he couldn't say anything.
The older man began to lean down, and that was when things got a too weird too fast. A wave of heat washed over him, and he was kissed. He didn't kiss in return. He was too shocked to do much of anything.
Bornes just wanted to lay next to the man, not have sex with him! Wasn't this even too weird for Isiah? What happened to all the gay jokes??
Was Isiah really this desperate? Those were just a few of the more sane things running through Bornes's mind as he was kissed.
He finally managed to place his hands on Isiah's chest and gently push him away. There was red creeping up his neck, and it wasn't from the stress of what had happened to it before.
"I'm sorry....?" It was a question, but a confused one. Bornes didn't know what to say. He didn't want to hurt Isiah's feelings and ruin any other chances of of something happening later. But he also didn't want to do this now. The idea had been nice to play with, but now that he was knee deep in it he just wanted to run away quickly and never speak of it again.
But he couldn't bring himself to move any more, so he simply stayed motionless like a fool, his mouth slightly agape and his eyebrows crunched in some sort of weird sympathy look.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:04 pm
Isiah grunted as he was pushed away, gulping with the realization that his affections were clearly unwanted. He cleared his throat, opening his mouth to say something- but when nothing came he sat up, brushing himself off as if the rejection had never happened. He stood, brushing the dirt off of his bare back before he sat, then laid down in the cot, turning the other way to face the wall.
Idiot, he mused. He didn't want you at all. He's just scared. Probably from earlier. Now you're just gonna traumatize him. He curled his hands up over his head, curling into a ball strangely similarly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:10 pm
Bornes bent his knees, sitting up to watch Isiah walk to the cot. The hybrid's blush crept up to his chin, slowly making its way to his facial tattooes, causing them to look as if they were just inked.
Bornes didn't know what to say. He'd never been in this situation before. He himself was still flustered over it. He was disappointed, but at the same time relieved. This reminded him of how much a failure his first time with a woman was, and briefly sulked, taking one last look to Isiah on the cot before crawling over to it, and reclaiming his spot on the ground in another ball, his tail pulled up tight and close, like a dog sleeping at the foot of its master's bed.
His body was still nervous from the incident, but eventually he managed to calm himself down enough and fall into an awkward feeling sleep.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:00 am
Isiah took much longer to find sleep, tossing and turning from side to side for a few hours before exhaustion simply overtook him. His sleep was fitful and dreamless, waking up every few hours only to have the memories of his most recent failure wash back to him. He knew it was a poor lapse in judgement- they had seemed so... close at the time, and he thought it was what the hybrid was asking for. Maybe he wasn't gay at all.. Who knew.
An hour from sunset he gave up on trying to sleep any longer, swinging his legs over the cot carefully to make sure he didn't disturb the hybrid before standing. He grabbed a now empty milk jug to go get water, walking through town with his share of stares before filling it, returning to their hovel.
He had been toying with the idea all night- what it would take to go back... Would it be worth it? Could he ever trust Kaegan again? He had trusted the man with his life at one point.. and moreso, with his future. But that trust had died the day he'd let his comrades strap him to a table.
He poured two or three cups of water into a hubcap, kneeling down beside it, pulling his knife out of it's sheath on his beltline, setting it down beside it before he wet his now finger length, curly hair. He'd managed to steal just enough soap in the vault to lather up his locks before he began the slow process of shaving his head.
His hair was really too long to make it easy- if he'd had scissors he could have at the very least trimmed it to a reasonable length first, but he didn't have the luxury, so he did without, flicking the knife to the side of the hubcap after each short stroke, rinsing and scraping on the side of it quietly while he worked.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:57 am
Bornes had a few dreams- but they were simple. Less of dreams, more of scenery. He liked dreams like that. Where there was simply an image in his mind, like a wallpaper or a mural. He could pretend he was sleeping there.
He stirred once or twice after Isiah had woken, up, but it wasn't until thirty minutes later when Bornes followed suit. He opened his eyes and looked up, squinting. It was the very last minutes of day.
Bornes could hear Isiah doing something with water and his knife, but couldn't make out what. He thought Isiah was just shaving at first, but something seemed off. He raised his head and then sat up, taking his sunglasses from his face and letting them hang from the collar of his shirt.
"Isiah, what are you doing...?"
He scratched his head, his mouth opening in a silent yawn as he let his legs fall flat on the ground, stretching them. The wheels hadn't really started turning yet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 7:23 pm
Isiah was just about done then, running his hand over his head to feel for tufts of missing hair before cleaning the last of it away, scraping the knife clean on the side of the hubcap. His tattoo- the one on the base of his skull- was clearly visible now, his scalp a few shades whiter, if possible, than the rest of him.
"Just cleaning up," he replied, quietly and at long last, turning back to look at him with a slight grimace, before turning back to clean up the mess he made, picking up his pile of hair to look at it for a moment. It wasn't as though he had a trash can, after all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 7:30 pm
The wheels finally turned and the mill began working again. A look of horror came over the hybrids face as he stood up.
"Why? Why would you do that?!"
He stalked toward Isiah, as if he could somehow put the hair back on.
"What about your tattoo?!"
Bornes just couldn't process why Isiah would want the other Denziens to know about his banishment. Kaegan had been willing to take him back! Now, now even if Kaegan wanted to he probably couldn't.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 7:35 pm
Isiah furrowed his brow forward with a grunt, a little put off that Q was suddenly so worried about his hair. "If he's willing to have me back, I can't have hair." He reached up to gently take hold of Q's hair, giving a gentle tug. "Leverage." He released him, turning back to look down at the pile of hair he left. "It'll grow back, anyway."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 7:39 pm
Bornes grunted distrustfully when his hair was pulled, but he quickly argued back regardless.
"You didn't have to cut it all off, you could have only made it shorter! I don't understand why you would want everyone in this town to know your secret. It would've been easier to just deal with the disadvantage of hair, would it not be??"
He wasn't even sure why he was arguing any more.
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