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 Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:41 pm
Test Time! You have completed your first few weeks of school, but now your first big test is coming up! Are you worried? There have been rumors that it’s going to be a really difficult test! Are you going to let the rumors go to your head or will you just shrug them off? Just what kind of test taker are you? How do you prepare? Do you study hard, or do you take the easier way out and…clear your head by relaxing or goofing off? September 26, 2012 He didn’t know why he’d come down here, he knew wandering around the youma wasn’t the wisest of things to do, but he needed the quite the Rift offered. Despite being in uniform the General felt very much like he should be in normal clothing, or even his school uniform, but that was due to the school book in his arm accompanied by two spiral notebooks and a pen. He was down here to do some studying. For some reason he just couldn’t focus at home, maybe it was Johnathan making some noise, but he needed to focus on the chemistry book and notebook in order to pass the first of four major exams for the class.
Moving deeper into the Rift his slate eyes kept shifting around, taking in the youma that called this home. Watching one which looked like a winged serpent, but it had front arms that ended in wicked looking claws, Benitoite pushed on until he stopped at the meager remains of a home. Stepping inside the door frame he settled himself on the ground and set himself to studying. The text book open in his lap and the first notebook, filled with notes, was flipped open while the other notebook was opened on the ground at his side. His pen was uncapped and he started taking notes from his text book and his notes, answering questions he found in the text book for the chapters they’d already covered. Soon the empty notebooks pages were filling with slightly slanted, small and neat, script as Alexandre worked in the relative quite of the Rift. The few youma who did get close he motioned to leave or spoke to, ordering them to leave him. This wasn’t social time, as much as he liked the youma, he had work to do.
With no watch and no way to tell time he didn’t know how long had passed, though he did know he’d had to get up twice already to give his legs a stretch. More often though he would work the kinks out of his neck that his seated hunched form gave birth to. It wasn’t fun but he was slowly connecting the dots and making sense of what previously made no sense to him.
With notes taken, retaken, and questions answered he finally pulled from the back of the text book the test review sheet and started filling in the answers, trying for now not to look at anything for help in answering the questions. As more and more questions were answered without help he felt the confidence in him rise, he’d had a very bad feeling about this exam when his professor had first announced it, he could do this – he could pass this exam. Ah! Spoke too soon, though one question really wasn’t that bad, he glanced to his notes, the ones he’d just taken, and found the answer which he penned onto the review sheet.
It really was good to have a place like this he could turn to when he needed quite, even if this wasn’t the purpose of the Rift it did serve this new purpose well. For a fleeting moment he wondered what someone would say if they happen upon him like this? Would this be found offensive, dangerous or risky to his health, pathetic, or what? Maybe they’d find it a smart idea. The idea of course was fleeting and was gone in moments and Alexandre was back t the review sheet and filling out answers.
Time went on as he finished the review sheet and stood to stretch his legs, tensing his body as he rose up onto tip toe, before relaxing and allowing himself to stand as flat footed as he could. Glancing down at his work he nodded once, feeling rather accomplished, and figuring himself as prepared as he could be he knelt down to gather his things and stood again and headed off from the Rift. Hopefully this would pay off, and hopefully it wasn’t too late in the evening.
When he finally did make it back into the Citadel he was able to teleport and teleport he did. A few blocks from home in an alleyway Benitoite appeared for only a moment before being replaced by Alexandre Evans. It was already dark out and he wondered if Johnathan would pounce him, the moment he came in the front door, with questions over where he was and why he’d been gone for so long. He hadn’t told the other where he was going, just that he was going out, he hadn’t even mentioned why he was going out. Would Johnathan be worried only or would he be upset with Alexandre for not telling him where he’d been going, how long he’d expected to be gone, or why he was going out? Pausing his thoughts he shook his head. He was thinking too much, treating this as if he had to worry about someone else’s thoughts, almost like this was some relationship – which it wasn’t. If this had been Michael, and not Johnathan, he could understand the thoughts circulating in his head more but this wasn’t Michael it was Johnathan. But his mind seemed to remind him that because it was Johnathan it was important and he needed to think like this for him. Johnathan was not like everyone else, he was innocent and clueless, so he had to consider all these things. It was like taking care of a child…and wasn’t he doing just that in a sense? The boys mother had sent Johnathan to him to take care of.
Sighing heavily he thunked the back of his head off the brick wall behind him. When had he changed and started to think of others? To care about their opinions and thoughts so much that he had to worry over not providing answers to them? When did he start feeling like some guardian and more importantly when did he start caring about others so much, period?
Pushing off the wall he walked out of the alleyway his mind working hard to try and find an exact time, an exact moment, when he’d changed. But as he got closer to home he still couldn’t find a solid answer. Biting his lip as he pulled out his key he unlocked the front door and turned the knob as he came in, calling out that he was home.
He really had changed, and yet…he was still there.Word count: 1,077
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 5:38 pm
November 21, 2012 As Alexandre sat down at the desk in is room he smiled softly. He had been pondering it, thinking about it, considering it and now he was going to set the plans into motion. He’d already talked to his parents earlier in the evening over dinner; he figured it best to bring up the topic while having dinner with them. He’d actually even cooked himself, he’d cooked it here at his home and brought it all over to his parents house and set up. It wasn’t a surprise they knew he was looking for something, something he’d never asked for or gotten before, and they’d been right. To those who knew Alexandre and his parents they knew he was fairly well spoiled, designer clothing, plants galore, candles and other things. So for him to be looking to influence his parents pampering ways it had to be something either a. expensive or b. new and different. It wasn’t expensive, not really when compared to how much he could spend out shopping on a good day. It was something new and different and he didn’t know how they’d feel about him wanting to be away for Christmas and New Years, it would be the first time the holidays weren’t spent together, but also he was looking to go how far away from Destiny City.
Over dinner he’d go into the idea of wanting to go to Paris and see the sites, namely the art museums, and how it would allow him to be a little bit more independent – as if living on his own didn’t do that already. It was at a seeming half way point in the meal, and conversation, that he’d brought up just wanting to get away from the city and away from the stresses he’d taken onto his own shoulders. A break was needed in order to be able to continue with the duties he’d given himself. He needed the break so he could return without so much stress weighing him down and a fresh look on things so he could accomplish things he needed to do. His parents had liked the idea, why wouldn’t they? It wasn’t some frivolous thing that he wanted to do simply so he could brag in school when he returned from winter recess. It was thought out and there were reasons, mature adult reasons. He didn’t mention the stresses of fighting a war, although he did mention that living in a city under constant threat by terrorists was yet another reason to leave the city for a while. The break up wasn’t mentioned at all, and why should it be? He didn’t need, nor want, his parents, especially his mother, to want all the details and ask a million and one questions. He simply wasn’t in the mood for such. So that topic had been left out completely.
It was over desert that his parents had given their answer; yes. He could go to Paris for the winter vacation and they would cover it and he could spend what he wished while there, well within reason as his father put it. Within reason wasn’t really a term he’d heard from either parent and yet he knew what they meant, no buying little things that were exceedingly expensive nor buying things he had no need for, it really wasn’t something he felt he’d have an issue with. So with assurances made and telling his parents he’d be going home to book things online, he didn’t tell them what site he’d be using, he’d left their home; taking his dishes and all with him, and gone home in a much lighter mood.
That was what lead him to where he was now – seated at his desk with his computer starting up. Signing in he pulled up firefox and for a few moments he sat wondering what sit to try. After those few moments he was up and going to his closet where he went to the set of dresser draws he used to house his candles, it was not an obsession, and pulled open the top draw where he had the candles themselves, the draw beneath that one was incense and below that were candle holders and incense burners. Looking through the votive candles he had he shook his head and went for a few small jar candles instead. Inspecting the labels he smiled. Mistletoe and the other one read holiday wreath. Grabbing one more, one titled White Christmas. His choices made, two green and one white, candle he went back into his room after remembering to grab the grill lighter he kept on top of his dresser just for the purpose of lighting his candles.
Seating himself once more he pulled the tops from the three jars, set them to the side, and set them up neatly on his desk and with a click from the grill lighter he soon had each wick lit. The lighter was set down to the corner of his desk and he went back to what he had been trying to do only a minute or two ago.
He knew about Orbitz and Priceline but what other sites were out there, and did it matter? He didn’t think cost would be an issue to his parents, and it certainly wasn’t to him. He had told them he’d pay them some of the money back, so it would in the end wind up a half/half thing. So he did suppose the price did matter even though how much he would pay back with each payment to his parents hadn’t been mentioned. So maybe it didn’t matter too much, as much as he had been starting to make it. His mind settled he went to work pulling up Priceline and started putting the information in to pull up what he needed.
First was that he wanted a package deal, flight and hotel, next came where he was leaving from and then where he would be going, after that the days he’d be gone. He was planning to leave December 21st, the winter solstice, and he figured he’d be home, or heading home, on January 3rd. Damn…it wanted at least one adult entered into things. Well he could just lie on that, and cross his fingers. Since he wouldn’t be 18 till after the trip he was still considered a kid, not like he felt much like one. So ok one adult and then to hit the enter button. Hitting that he waited and watched as the screen went through the motions.
When it finally showed a list, rather long he thought, of hotels the price was almost ignored as he buzzed through the photos of the first few hotels, looking at the prices after the hotels.
With the first six hotels looked over, from pictures to price, and three really having gained his attention Alexandre once more looked over the prices. He wasn’t so big on saving money but if he liked them all equal he might as well let that be the deciding factor – right?
A few glances, and scrolls up to down, later and he was setting about booking a room for the Inter-Continental Paris Le Grand. Going through the prompts and answering the needs for information he set about booking it and once it was confirmed, via e-mail, he went to text his mother and let her know, so she knew the price and that it was done. She could check and make sure the amount came out of her account.
Finally, it was done and he was certainly going on a needed vacation. Leaning back in his computer chair he took the time to enjoy the scents wafting through the air, they had finally gotten strong enough he wouldn’t need to put his nose right over the jar to smell them, he could feel himself relaxing in his chair. Eyes closed his hands folded behind his head neatly. “I hope Xander can babysit Cadha, or that Lily returns and can watch him.” Musing to himself aloud. He was sure Xander would babysit Cadha but he really didn’t want to ask him, unless he had to, Xander needed time to himself and needed to learn to get out more. Lily however he was pretty sure would babysit as well, if and when she turned up from wherever she was, though knowing Lily she might just decide to join him on vacation. Maybe when she turned back up he could talk to Lily would getting Xander out there, they could gang up on their elder brother together.
Slowly standing and stretching Alexandre’s fingers ran through his loose blond hair. Having showered, quickly, between coming home and booking his vacation he had left his hair down for the night. Alexandre never did sleep with his hair pulled back; it was mildly uncomfortable to sleep with a hair holder in, so it hung about his face in a curtain of silken ash blond.
He didn’t feel like bed, it was too early, and he didn’t have much to do aside from study for school midterms. He really didn’t want to study but he should really. Huffing a sigh he went across his room to get his school bag and grabbed his books and returned to his desk to study. Yes, he needed a vacation. Less than a month to go, he just had to survive a little while longer. Word count: 1,569
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 11:26 pm
November 30, 2012 Alexandre was spending his first Thanksgiving away from his family. He was not going to his parents nor was he going to the Jacob’s home. He didn’t want to handle his cousins, he was already under stress and burning out, dealing with his happy – normal – cousins would drive him to his room faster than usual. Infact, he’d be surprised if he didn’t snap at one or two of his cousins, and he really didn’t need to deal with the fall out from snapping at a cousin or two (the scolding and people probing for the reason why). As for the Jacob’s home…that was more than obvious. He’d explained it to Xander even. It just felt wrong and he knew the air would be tense if he were there, since Lily would be there and he was partially to blame for that.
When he’d woken this morning he’d gone through the normal morning routine, even a run in the park had been taken, before he’d decided to start on what would be a small sort of Thanksgiving dinner for himself and Johnathan. He wouldn’t let his mood, as depressed as it was, to take Thanksgiving away from Johnathan. That was perhaps the reason for going out three nights ago, while Johnathan and Xander had been asleep, and doing some holiday grocery shopping.
A small turkey was in the fridge waiting as were some other things, apples, potatoes, mushrooms, garlic, items needed to make gravy, and plenty of veggies for a salad. He had a lot of items but not a lot quantity wise of each item. It seemed this would be a holiday dinner for two, though he had figured that might be the case.
The afternoon had been filled with cooking, baking (Johnathan), and the house was filled with some rather nice smells. Maybe next year he’d do pork instead of turkey, just to change things up a bit.
Everything should have been done before dinner time but there had been some accidents, which involved tripping over Cadha, the little dog trying to bed or snitch food, and in general other time consuming things. So it wasn’t until after dinner that things were done and the kitchen table cleaned and set for a holiday dinner between two friends to be shared. Some turkey sat in Cadha’s bowl, though that was fast leaving the bowl as well.
Knocking at the door interrupted things and before he could do anything Johnathan was up and headed for it, really no surprise the other was beating him to the door. Johnathan had all that energy and speed. Hearing a commotion in the living room he got up, Cadha already ahead of him and heading for the living room.
“Johnathan, who is it?” He hadn’t even left the kitchen and he was asking to know who was here. It couldn’t be Xander, though who knows if his mother had decided to stop by and drag him to the Jacob’s home for dinner, maybe it was his own mother set about dragging him and Johnathan to their home where they’d be subject to dealing with his cousins….not something he liked the idea of really. They were family but god did they drive him nuts, they were littlelike him, and it was those differences which drove him up the hall and had him fleeing to his room as soon as dinner was over every previous year. But if it was his mother there would be no way to avoid being dragged off, with Johnathan, as he was sure Johnathan would jump at his mothers offer – just being himself – and he’d have to follow.
Before he could exit the kitchen, he had just been stepping into the doorway, he spotted Lily and was being hugged by her. Instantly his arms came up to embrace her as well. “Your brother is at your parent’s house. They are in town for the holiday.” He didn’t get into the fact Xander had been staying here, due to a need for sleep, or anything else. He didn’t want to ruin her evening and make her feel guilt for coming here. She shouldn’t feel guilt for doing what she needed to do for herself!
“It’s alright and what you smell is dinner for two – now three – there is enough for another person.” As he doubted either himself or Johnathan would eat everything made, plus how could you really make a dinner and claim it was for two people who it wasn’t like their was any set amount of food each person ate. “While you get that from the car I’ll set a place for you at the table.” And he went to do just that. Banana pudding…ick. He really didn’t like bananas, they reminded him of baby food to be honest, and while Lily knew that he also knew it was a normal staple to see at a holiday table in the Jacob’s or Evan’s home (Lily would always make one for his family as well).
Grabbing a large and a small plate he grabbed a bowl as well and started setting a place at the table for Lily. Napkin, forks, spoons, and knives found their place on either side of the plate, which had a bowl set on top of it. A glass was set out for her and then she was back and he heard her making her ay toward the kitchen and talking.
“I’ve no doubt its good. My family always raves about it.” He called to her while smiling. It felt a little more…right. Lily was here. “I think next year I’m going to do pork rather than turkey. I really don’t enjoy keeping track of it and basting it.” And he hadn’t been about to let Johnathan handle the birds cooking. He’d let Johnathan put those apples to good use though; those had been bought just for him to find a use for actually.
Pulling out a chair for Lily he took his own seat and smiled as he heard her talking, and questioning, Johnathan. Yes, this was how it should be and how it should feel. It should feel like home and like family…This was right.Word count: 1,029
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 11:27 pm
November 30, 2012 He didn’t want to be awake – he shouldn’t be awake. After the night he’d had, being injured and then when he got home unable to sleep. He needed the sleep! But his bodies’ internal alarm clock had him slowly rising up from the fog of sleep. As Alexandre became aware of the things around him he shifted in bed and felt something…a body. Xander his mind supplied. Xander had patched him up when he’d come home after patrol, and that run in with that eternal senshi.
Groaning he kept his eyes closed, if anything he tried to somehow close them tighter, he really didn’t want to be up yet. His internal alarm clock might say it was time to get up but his body said it was sleep time. His mind even said it, or rather the emotional side of him. He was just drained and in need of sleep.
It was useless though, he knew it, to try and get back to sleep. For as much as he needed it he wouldn’t get back to sleep. Cadha would need a walk and breakfast and those two facts alone would keep him from drifting. Groaning again he felt himself stretching and yawning before he shifted and as his eyes drifted open he found himself staring at very short, very curly, red hair. That wasn’t Xander’s hair…that wasn’t Xander’s head. “Lily…?”
What was Lily doing here…and Xander! Sitting up quickly, too quickly, Alexandre took a moment to let the vertigo pass before looking to the half laying, half upright, Xander. “What…?” But Lily had been hiding from her brother and now this… Looking from Lily to her brother he shook his head slowly and tried to gently crawl out of his bed and slipping his slippers on he headed downstairs with Cadha following the whole way, Cadha having gotten up from where he’d been sleeping in the hallway. Downstairs and into the kitchen he pointed to the doggy door.
“Go on, go to the bathroom.” Turning from the back door, Cadha was already scurrying outside, Alexandre went to get food and fresh cool water for him. With the bowls filled and Cadha returning only minutes later, looking rather happy, the blond went to head back upstairs. A trip to the bathroom was in order, he really needed to relieve himself if the cramp in his gut was any indication.
While he handled his business Alexandre couldn’t help but wonder just how he hadn’t woken when Lily had turned up, as he was sure she had tried to wake him or moved around enough in his bed that he should have roused. “I guess I was that tired…” He still was shocked he’d managed to remain asleep after Xander had pulled up a seat next to his bed, Xander had turned down the offer to join him in his bed. He’d insisted, or tried to, stating how sleeping sitting up in a chair would be no good for a persons neck, since once the body relaxed the head tended to tilt down and to one side or the other. Xander hadn’t seen reason, hence he’d fallen asleep with Xander still in the chair. Now though Xander was in his bed, albeit still sitting up…kinda, but at least he was in his bed!
Washing his hands, tapping his foot the whole time, he wondered if he could at least lay back down in bed even if he wasn’t likely to fall back asleep. It was a tempting idea. It felt…comfortable to be back in bed with Lily and to have Xander there as well, his big brother, it was all too tempting. It really was no surprise, or it shouldn’t have been anyway, that when he returned to his bedroom he crawled up into bed, toeing his slippers off as he crawled onto his bed, and made to wriggle back into his previously vacated spot. Cadha it seemed was done with breakfast and wished to join in on the family gathering; seeing as Cadha was on his back legs trying to claw his way up onto the bed. Leaning over the edge, which had him leaning across Xander’s body, he was able to lift the small black Scottish Terrier and bring him up onto the bed. Setting him down he watched Cadha for a moment as the pup went out finding a suitable place to curl up. Watching as he finally settled for laying tucked between two of the throw pillows on his bed, which had him laying behind and just above Lily’s head, he couldn’t help shaking his head once. “Brat.” And yet he loved Cadha. Word count: 774
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 6:40 pm
December 24, 2012 Snow fell in thick white blankets around him. People walked around him, hurrying off here and there, despite the late hour. Only ten minutes to go till Christmas and Alexandre stood a world away from home counting down the time. Tonight his blond hair was tied back loosely and a black knit hat covered the top of his head and his ears. Hands, ungloved, were pushed into the pockets of the coat he wore and a scarf was wound tightly about his neck under the coat, the collar of which was up all the way as well.
This wasn’t a night to hurry around. It was a night to stop and enjoy the scenery. He was out amongst the Parisian people and watching the snow fall all around him, ignoring the coldness and the wetness the melting flakes left in their wake. Glancing upward he watched snowflakes down toward the ground under the street lights and the twinkling blue lights which filled the leafless tress which ran down the sidewalk of the Champs Elysees. It was truly something breathe taking and something to be remembered. Not wanting to be a tourist and yet not wanting to let this moment, this place, go uncaptured caused quite the little war within the teen but in the end the camera he’d left the hotel with came out. Pictures were taken, carefully and quickly, and the camera was slipped back into the pocket of his coat, along with his now cold hands.
Standing there as he was, looking very much like the tourist he was, he felt a pang of sadness. He wouldn’t be going to his parents for Christmas dinner nor would he be going to the Jacob’s home either. It wasn’t the norm for him – being away for the holiday. But he’d wanted, and needed, to do this. He wanted to see another place during this time of year. He shouldn’t feel like this and yet he had known he would. It was an inescapable thing, to want to norm and to be with friends, family – loved ones.
In only seven minutes he’s pull out his phone, from the pocket which didn’t house his digital camera, and call his parents. He might not be with them but that didn’t mean he couldn’t wish them the best this holiday season. He’d just be doing it a few hours early, for them at least.
With only a few minutes to go till he called home Alexandre glanced about the street. Some of the café’s were still open, though they seemed to be on the verge of closing for the evening. It was with the idea of a hot drink in mind that he hurried toward, and into, the nearest café to order himself a hot drink to go. Normally he would have ordered an espresso but tonight just felt like a hot chocolate sorta night. So, that’s just what he managed to order, in English with a size given in French and a please, thank you, and Merry Christmas as well. Leaving with a minty hot chocolate, with mini marshmallows, Alexandre was in a good mood, made even better by this very night.
As his drink warmed his hands, which otherwise would have been cold outside of the confines of his pockets, he meandered down the sidewalk. Slowly winding his way back toward the hotel, in no hurry to get there at all, taking note of any clock he could as he headed that way. It was at a minute to midnight that he pulled out his phone and unlocking the screen he dialed home and hit send.
Standing still, feeling as if the world itself had stopped and was holding its breath, he waited as the phone rang. Snow fell and swirled about him, his bangs – with snowflakes wetting his hair – blew about his face. And still he waited till he heard the familiar voice of his mother, his father in the background asking who it was.
“Merry Christmas mom.” Three simple words and yet spoken so softly, in a whisper, as if speaking in any other manner would break the spell cast on everything around him.
Nodding his head to whatever was said over the phone, likely a return wish of a Merry Christmas. “Tell dad as well.” Nodding his head again it was a few moments later that he spoke once again, after his mother or maybe now his father had said something.
“Good night.” And he hung up with a small motion of his thumb. His phone was slipped back into his pocket as his hand dropped down to his side. Smiling softly, glancing upward for a moment, he brought his head back down and took a sip of the hot drink he’d been holding untouched for the past minute or two. This really was a good thing – coming here. Word count: 810
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 4:49 pm
February 14, 2013 It was a week till that dreaded and most hated, despised, day. The pink and red explosion had over taken many a shop window and the commercials for diamond rings, roses, chocolates, and other nonsense filled the tv. Jewelry stores ran sales and Alexandre just wanted to avoid going out till it was all over and the grotesque “decorations” were put away till next year, and if he could he’d avoid the tv as well but that was impossible.
If the tv and store fronts were bad than school was an utter nightmare. His classmates were the reason Alexandre was what some might call a prude, he had a thing against PDA in nearly all forms, as he was forced to see the displays of idiocy - also knows as affection or “love”. It wasn’t that he had a thing against people showing some affection for someone else, he wasn’t that unreasonable, but what was on display in school and even outside of it was what bothered him so much. Hands in back pockets, groping, just lifting a shirt up a bit, snogging like no one else was around, and all the romantic talk; it was no wonder he hated such acts of affection. It was more sappy than Romeo and Juliet and that play made him want to burn the book.
The problem was that Alexandre did blow things out of proportion at times, especially when it came to this (even more so when it wasn’t around Valentines day), but Alexandre had grown up in a self induced sort of bubble. He hadn’t had siblings, though he had wanted them, and when he’d first met Lily he’d attached himself to her and clung to her and refused offers of friendship from anyone else. He’d been the one all through the lowest grades who sat by himself, played and colored by himself, and didn’t speak up a lot. It wasn’t that he was shy but rather that he had nothing to say and when he had something to say he had no one to say it to.
From there things had grown and manifested as he’d met his mothers friends, and saw how they talked and behaved, and he’d grown to think himself better – more mature – than his classmates and had closed himself off further and even took a “I’m better than you” attitude when answering questions in class.
When holidays came around and classmates would bounce around, squealing like idiots, Alexandre would sit there rolling his eyes while internally he’d think how immature – childish – and lesser they were. How could they not control themselves and behave? Was it really that hard? Need they talk, and brag, about their holiday plans, what they’d gotten, and every other nonsense thing which no one needed to do? Didn’t they notice when someone else in the class might wince and hesitate before answering about their own holidays? Apparently not or they were just that uncaring.
For Valentines day though it was always a nightmare. The decorations filling the classroom and the cards handed out, the candies to go with them, and all the hearts cut out and little cupids and doilies made to look like lace. The girls would giggle and wish him a happy birthday after the teacher would have them sing to him. It was all more than he could tolerate and as he’d grown older he would fake sick on that day; only to turn up for school the next day.
Now as a teenager he had dealt with a few girls, who no longer giggled and handed him a card and wished him a happy birthday, asking him out or rather offering to go out with him as his valentine – think of it was a birthday gift. Last year he hadn’t been so lucky in avoiding school for his birthday but this year he had already talked to his parents and had already called into school telling them that he had an appointment – somewhere – for that day. He would avoid Valentines Day!
Alexandre was planning to stay home, read, and let the day pass as silently as possible. He just hoped that nothing abnormal would happen.
Right now though the blond was stuck suffering in school as he passed a gaggle of girls talking about the dates they would be going on, giggling and whispering loudly (didn’t that defeat the purpose of whispering), about not knowing what their boyfriends plans were for them and what they hoped they’d be, one girl was hoping to go to some new restaurant. Another roll of the eyes as he passed, turning the corner as he approached his locker. He was sure that in gym, later in the day, he’d hear the other side of things. The guys were less quite than the girls about things and more willing to talk about their plans for their girlfriends. He wasn’t so sure that girl would get her dinner date and if she did it wouldn’t likely be the only thing she got; and he highly doubted he was being pessimistic about this all.
Why did this holiday have to exist? Why did people need to celebrate love, romance, lust, and all that tripe?
Fingers ran through his long bangs as he felt himself smile just a bit. He wouldn’t be in school for the full Valentines Day experience at least. The candy grams, and rose grams, the school sold in order to make money would be avoided this year. And he would avoid seeing all the immature displays of affection that no teacher seemed willing to break up, not even the strictest of teachers, and he could enjoy a quite day at home. It sounded nice and that was what would get him through today and the next few days. Word count: 966
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 5:48 pm
May 26, 2013 Was it normal to feel this run down? Even if it was he didn't like the feeling. Even as the guilt wore away and was replaced by a certain numbness the tiredness remained and held fast, he was sure it wouldn't release its hold on him any time soon. He’d been over run and completely overwhelmed with work. It wasn't just his job, since work had picked up significantly since winter had given way to spring. But school and the finals coming up were eating away his time. Books were poured over as were notebooks in an attempt to cram every bit of knowledge into his head before final exams arrived. This was a song and dance he’d done year after year since entering high school. This year though the addition of an actual job made the song and dance a bit more difficult a step to dance. But then add to it Negaverse duties, which had been there the previous year, had increased since his private meeting with Howlite.
In fact, he was pretty sure that when all was said and done he was going to collapse and not wake up for several days. It was just too much to handle and perhaps this whole weight upon his shoulders was a part of why the guilt was ebbing away. He wanted to feel bad about it, like he was a bad friend, but he just couldn't drum up enough emotion or feeling to feel bad about it. Did this make him a bad person? A bad friend?
Shaking the thoughts away, shoving them to a distant corner of his mind, he tried to focus himself on the task at hand. He was graduating this year and as of yet he hadn't found the time, nor the will, to go but looking for what to wear to his prom.
School dances weren't normally his thing, he didn't like all the people around nor the dancing or even the loud music, but he felt it was important enough an event that he should go. Even if he’d have a headache from it and be emotionally drained, to the point of wanting to avoid people for the next day or two, it was something he felt this need to attend. He didn't think he’d regret it if he didn't go, he really didn't care about it. But it was like this need to be normal, to find some sliver of normalcy and grasp it and hold it close for the short time it was there to hold. Yes, that was it. He wanted that little piece of what was normal for a person his age. Because if it weren't for the lack of a normal life he had he knew he wouldn't be doing this. He wouldn't be out shopping for fancy clothing, not that he didn't already have a closet full of fancy clothing, but he wouldn't be looking to just buy a single outfit with. He normally, when shopping, would buy several outfits.
Maybe he should think about putting in his two week notice at work? It would lighten his load and give him work free weekends where he could rest and try to gain some sleep, gods knew he needed it desperately. But the idea of working and making his own money was just too tempting even as it kept him straining under the work load. He’d already cut out work on the weekdays, having found that a single hour was pointless and too much for him to handle. The run around from school to work to home and down into the Rift left him working, in actuality, less than an hour as he needed time to get home. He’d been, during that time, turning up to the rift with dirt on his face and smelling of plants, freshly turned dirt, and more.
As much as he disliked the idea it would make sense and it would certainly make things easier. He would think about just flat out quitting, as much as he disliked the idea. For now though he had an outfit to focus on finding. He needed something just right, perfect. But where to shop and what to go with? What colors did he want to wear? Black would be expected so he wanted to avoid it, he wanted to stand out. Maybe a nice dark blue suit jacket with some sort of matching pants and black shoes…but what for a shirt? He could go white or he could go black. Black though might be too much dark but black did go with everything, not that white didn't either. But he wasn't sure what he thought of white. And then there was the need for a tie. Maybe he’d let the tie dictate if he went white or black with the shirt? Yes, that was a good idea.
Smiling to himself as he stepped out of his car, having parked at the curb while all these thoughts ran through his mind, and locked up as he headed for the first store – Burberry. It was time to try and be normal for once, he just hoped it went well and didn't end in disaster; the shopping trip or the prom.
Tomorrow he would go back to worrying over how to balance his life, and figuring out how to go about it. Today, just for today, he was a normal teenager again. For now he was Alexandre Evans and he needed to get ready for his prom. Word count: 918
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 11:02 pm
June 11, 2013 Gray hued smoke curled into the air as it climbed upward toward the ceiling only to dissipate and disperse before it could reach its goal. The scent of sandalwood filled the blonds’ room as more smoke crept its way skyward. He was taking the time to relax, he needed it, his schedule was less hectic with school having concluded not long ago. His diploma lay within the draw of his bedside table. Maybe he’d eventually get it framed, though really how much did the words on that paper mean? It meant he’d survived high school but was that a big thing? Compared to the war going on, to the blood being shed, and people dying, it seemed so meaningless. It seemed to lack in importance, an importance it would have had if Alexandre hadn't joined the Negaverse. So much had changed since he’d joined the Negaverse, so very much. And the path which had brought him here had been wrought with so many things, so many times had he questioned himself. Injuries racked up, hands dipped in blood over and over again, morals evaluated and altered as he became less of the person he’d once been and he became more of something else…something unknown to him thus far.
As his thoughts wandered he stood, his hands landing on his desk top as he leaned forward. Ash blond hair shielded his eyes, as he took a deep breath in and then out. As he breathed out the smoke quivered, wavered, and changed course for moments before its path was self corrected.
Turning his head, lifting it as he did so, his gaze went to the hallway beyond his door. Alois had been quiet tonight and after that morning spent talking he wanted to speak with the other – to question him. Something was bothering him; a lot was on his Captain’s mind. But every time he went to broach the topic the words just didn't come out. How, or better yet where, did he start with asking Alois about his family and what was going on? He didn't even know what he could he wading in to if he left the shore line. He wasn’t scared of what he might find out or hear. But he was scared of miss-stepping and getting in too deep to escape and getting pulled in over his head. Alexandre was scared of ruining the peace they had, something which someone remained even after the night spent together. He’d freaked out the last time and thrown Dustin out. This time he hadn’t thrown the person out, said person was his Captain and wasn't Dustin. Alois was someone he couldn't toss away, and someone who wouldn't let himself be tossed away.
Sighing he pushed off his desk and headed across his room and into the hallway. Down to Alois’ room he peeked in and noted its empty state. Must be in the bathroom… So he left the doorway to Alois’ room, his gaze sweeping over the others room as he left and headed for the bathroom. He’d just knock and see if Alois was busy, if not he’d ask if they could talk, if he was busy he’d tell him they needed to talk when he was done. Even as he thought these things he felt his nerves rising.
As he approached the bathroom, which was really only a scant few steps from Alois’ bedroom, Alexandre heard a thud. For a moment he was startled before he moved the two or three steps it took to bring him to the door. Banging on the door he called out to the other. “Alois, are you alright?” Thinking the other had slipped on wet tiled and had fallen, why would he think it would be anything else which had caused such a sound.
Not hearing anything worry started to settle into his bones; into his very core. Glancing around the hallway Alexandre grabbed the door handle and gave it a violent jiggle as he turned it, hoping it wasn't locked. “Alois.” He called, hoping to gain the others attention, that the other was ok. As the knob turned, and continued to turn, he pushed the door open and stepped inside to see a sight he’d never thought he’d see. Stunned into utter silence, and stillness, it took moments – maybe hours before Alexandre found himself moving.
Rushing toward Alois, powering up mid way to the other, Benitoite caught him as he pitched forward. What had he done, no he knew what he’d done, why had he done it? He wanted to ask this but now wasn't the time, far from it in fact. Oh god…he couldn't have someone else die on him, especially when this death would be different from Johnathan’s. No, he wouldn't permit Alois to leave him! Drawing the other from the tub he cradled him for a moment, letting the others arms come about his neck. Ducking his head down he stared at the others face, seeking some sort of answers in the others golden eyes.
Slate eyes swept down the others form, quickly, taking in the blood and the paleness of the others flesh. He couldn't do this the proper way, powering down and packing the other into his car and getting him to the hospital. He didn't want to risk it, didn't know how much blood a person could lose or the damage Alois had done. Holding the other tightly, his head lowered close to the other, the blond teleported them from the bathroom to an alley right behind the hospital. This alley way was a place he’d gone to whenever he’d needed to make a hospital trip. Powering down he stepped out, the others weight buckling his knees and causing Alexandre to fall. The other in his arms and held tightly. Calling out for help he tried to shout over the sounds of sirens as an ambulance was just pulling into the trauma bay doors. It seemed he was lucky as those coming out to greet the ambulance, which was only yards away, heard him and noticed him. Watching a nurse come his way he started to babble, speaking in fast and hurried words as he fought to explain what he’d seen in the bathroom and that he didn't know how much blood he’d lost. He just knew the other had hurt himself and needed help, oh god he needed help and don’t let him die!
His heart raced, his chest burned as he fought of choking tears and tried to get a proper lung full of air. He fought against his emotions which railed against him as they tried to break free. Images of his mother on the ground surfaced and of Bazzite writhing on the ground. Oh god…please. Please don’t let Alois die.
As a stretcher was called for and assistance was called he reluctantly let two male nurses take Alois from his arms and place him on the stretcher. Covered in his friend, his Captain, his one night lovers, blood he stood on shaking legs and hurried to follow the stretcher which carried the other into the hospitals ER and to a curtained off area.
As he caught up with the stretcher he was able to squeeze In to Alois’ side and grasp a hand even while giving the others name to a nurse. He didn't know how to contact the others family, Alois was living with him. He knew the others age but didn't know if he had any allergies to anything. Yes, this was on purpose, it wasn't some mistake. No, he didn't know if this was the first time.
Pushed away from the other, moved to the foot of the bed and than a foot from there, he stood watching them save his friends life. Arms crossed over his chest slowly, on their own accord, as he sought to hold himself together and keep from falling apart as he’d done twice before. He had to handle this properly and he needed to be here for Alois. He would come out of this and he’d need someone – him. He’d have to be there for him and so Alexandre needed to get a hold of his emotions father, and more efficiently, than he had the last two times. He had to do this all on his own, with no help from others, because he’d soon need to be someone else's strength. He was also going to question Alois as soon as he could, talk to him, and find out what had lead up to this. Biting down on his lip he shook his head and turned for a moment.Tomorrow he’d see the other as soon as possible. He wouldn't leave Alois’ side. Alois was his responsibility.Word count: 1,455
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 9:28 pm
Will be a solo here soon enough.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 9:36 pm
September 8th, 2013 He could still remember it, as if it had only just happened minutes ago and not hours ago, the panic which had set in almost instantly at the sight. Last year he’d done a good job of avoiding spiders, being sure to carefully pick what he trimmed and keep from occupied greenhouses just in case. Yesterday he hadn't been able to avoid that spider nor be in an unoccupied greenhouse. There was no way to avoid the spider, and it hadn't been a small one either, as he’d been reaching for a long stem on one of the many rose bushes. Pulling it toward him, in order to trim off the dead white rose, he’d spotted it. Almost as it were sunning itself, as if spiders did such things, it was on the bush to his right and not even a foot away from his elbow. Big and black it had been merely sitting there but it had been enough – more than enough.
Alexandre who was normally calm, composed, and not the sort to make a scene did just that -- made a scene. He’d felt it coming on and hadn’t been able to stop it even as he felt it starting to take hold of him. His breathing quickened and became deeper, as though he couldn't get enough air into his lungs, and his fingers shook. Thorns that’s he’d been avoiding dug into trembling fingers before the stem was let go of. Knees that shook no longer held him even as he felt his lungs trying to gain more air, when he was sucking in as much air as he could bodily suck in!
Slate hued eyes widely stared in the direction of the most innocent acting spider, the thing completely unaware of what it was causing the poor teen. As he gripped the front of the polo he wore he tried to get his breathing under control, to ease the feeling in his chest, completely unaware of the few people who were in the greenhouse who were shouting and making their way toward him (someone was hanging out the greenhouse door shouting while two others headed toward his shaking form. Another person was ushering her two children from the greenhouse, the two small children questioning their mother.
What he also didn’t hear was one of his co-workers arriving and bending at his side to ask him what was going on. Someone else, one of the two women at his side, decided to fill in what they’d witnessed and with some looking they found a most innocent spider up on a large rose leaf. Apparently, according to a woman named Trisha, he had been staring at it right before he seemed to panic. It was his co-worker, who was also part of the family who owned the nursery, who carried the blond from the green house as Alexandre wasn’t even responsive at this point. In fact, he’d put himself into such a panic that by the time they reached the house right next door he was unconscious; unable to get enough air into his lungs.
It was when he’d woken, on a couch in the living room, that he’d found himself being kindly; too kindly, fired from his job. Apparently the fact he’d never mentioned a phobia of spiders had been a bad move on his part, and the people seeing him panic had affected several customers and the two poor children. They didn’t need to risk him having another episode where people could see, that was said after he’d confirmed two minor episodes last year while working in unoccupied greenhouses. A check was written out, while he had a glass of ice water, to pay him for the work he’d done this week rather than make him come here in two days to pick up his pay.
After thanking his boss, turned former boss, he’d left and quickly headed home. He needed to think of something, he didn’t want to remain unemployed for longer than he could help it. He just didn’t want to have so much free time on his hands, free time allowed his mind to wander to places he’d much rather it not. Even now his mind still liked to wander to Johnathan and his fate, a fate he’d brought about and caused. He’d cursed the one person who’s care he’d been entrusted with by someone else, not where he’d taken them under his wing all on his own. Someone else, the boys’ mother, had told him to take care of her son! And he’d gone and messed it all up! Growling at himself as he changed course, heading for the bank, he went to cash his check before deciding he needed to just…relax. He couldn't do that at home, well he could but not as easily, as he’d surely wind up pacing the house while cursing himself and many other things. He could light as many candles, and incense, as he wanted and he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He needed to not be home where memories filled the place and would haunt him, even as he tried to relax and calm himself and his guilt, thus foiling his attempts to relax and calm himself.
As he waited for the teller at the outdoor window to get to him Alexandre texted his father, she was busy doing something he couldn’t see. Asking his father to drop by his place and walk and feed Cadha, he didn’t explain the request or tell him anything else. He didn’t need to get into things with his father, not now; he just needed time to relax away from the house.
Soon enough he had cash in hand and was taking off for one of the rather eclectic areas in the city. This area still had cobbles streets that weren’t wide enough for traffic going both ways, cars parked on both sides of the narrow streets assure this. Trees dotted the sidewalks, giving some color and life to the streets, while people walked together or alone or even walked their dogs down the side walk. It was quaint and yet not. The food places here were small little café’s and restaurants that had that cultural feeling going on, along with the dim lighting and ark colors of the places.
Turning onto Bleecker street he took the first parking spot he could find. The street full of parked cars for those who worked in the small shops here or lived in the above apartments, many owners or workers lived above their shop or restaurant/café. It was none of these restaurants or café’s that the blond made his way toward once he was out of his car, no he had a better place in mind. This part of the city wasn’t one most would picture him visiting but it really was the sort of place one should picture him. The café’s and restaurants may not be expensive but the places were good and the quality was there. The shops however were odd and off the beaten path sorts of places. Small, cramped I some cases, and not at all what most people would think of when thinking of him. But it was one of these such shops he approached, it was halfway down Bleecker street, with a wooden sign above the door proclaiming the shop to be The Magickal Childe. The front window was trimmed in a dull red tube lighting and on a small ledge, inside the store, lay a black cat that seemed wrapped an some impossible manner about a dirty silver candelabra. The window also proclaimed the name of the store, in a gold old English font.
Yanking the door open Alexandre stepped in, ignoring the creaking of the old wooden floor, as he took five steps and turned to his left where he was being greeted by one of the workers who was covering for the afternoon. He knew all the workers; and how could he not?
“Afternoon, Noel.” Noel was tall, though most people were taller than he was, with short brown hair the color of milk chocolate, and nondescript brown eyes. Whether it was talking to someone he knew, someone not involved in the war (as far as he knew), or the heady smell of burning sage, herbs, musty books, and incense the fact remained that being here and just a few deep breaths and the sight of a familiar face was working quickly to relax the ash blond.
“How are you Alexandre?” Smiling as Noel smiled he felt himself giving a shrug. “Eh, I got fired for having a panic attack. Nothing I want to get into. But I’m going be needing a job.” Not something he was looking forward to – finding a job. He wasn’t about to sink to working at the boutiques’ he shopped at or the candle store at the mall, where he tended to shove his nose into every jar candle he could. Maybe a bookstore, something small? He wasn’t even thinking of a job here, unaware they actually were always looking to pull regulars in and make them into workers, especially if they had very specific knowledge.
“Until I get a job I can fall back on my parents, because this paycheck.” And he pulled out his wallet to give it a small wave. “Is going to be getting spent here.” This was one of the odd places he went to but one which had things he needed. With the incense here, based on recipes that were guarded by the staff and owner of the shop, dried herbs in jars lining the right wall of the store from wait high to ceiling it was little wonder that Alexandre fancied the odd place, not to mention the books on herb uses that he couldn’t find in normal bookstores. The books here may speak about magical uses but also they spoke on using them for healing and it was the books, incense, and herbs which kept him coming back here.
His wallet went back into his back pocket and he passed the counter, wooden top with a glass cut out that was filled with moonstone, amber, and sterling silver jewelry. It was to the right that he went, the right and left of the store divided by a large (height and length wise) bookcase that was filled with books on various branches of magic. These books he never touched, they had thus far never held his interest. It was the books at the end the other side of the book case that held his interest as they pertained to herbs and their many and varied uses.
Breathing in the heady scent, a scent which might bother other peoples noses and give some people headaches, Alexandre looked up at the large variety of jars, each one neatly labeled in large writing which proclaimed the jars contents and price by the ounce. At the height of his waist was a ledge that ran the length of the wall, attached to the rows of shelving, that had several old fashioned scales and bags for people to scoop ingredients into.
“Noel, could I by chance bribe the recipe for the dragons blood from you? You can sell me the ingredients? I’d like to blend my own.” If only so he could have a constant supply of the incense in his stock at home.
“No, you know the rules. Nothing beyond those who blend for us.” Noel scolded, though with a hint of teasing in his voice.
“I can hope.” He spoke from where he stood. Leaning forward with finger tips gently skimming over various jars, ginger root, juniper berries, willow bark…and on it went. So many things here, all adding to the smell which filled the place, and what a wonderful collection it was. It still baffled him how they got so many things. What connections they must have. Right across from the counter top as you entered the shop, in what might have once been used to hold china, were animal bones and skulls, and in the very back of the shop was where incense were made (powder, sticks, oils, and wax), candles were made and blessed as well. But also in the back were feathers, chalices, little brooms, athames, and other items for an alter. Behind the counter, beyond where they made all these wonderful items, was a backroom which he knew wasn’t used for storage. They held rituals, Sabbaths, there. He’d arrived one night, to buy some incense, while they’d been holding a rite in the back. He’d apologized profusely for interrupting it, he could still remember that even now – two years later.
Turning away from the jars he made his way to the back where another worker sat at the back counter flipping through a magazine of some sort, perhaps one that they used to get their ingredients from. Behind him stood a set of shelves with little glass vials of oil incense. While the shelving had draws, at waist level, each one labeled either power, wax, or stick. This was where they kept what they brewed here.
Watching the bleach blond look up, bangs as dark as night, fell into her face. “Janet, nice to see you. Can I get some oils?” Not that he really needed to ask, why would she deny him purchasing something?
“Of course, what are you looking for kid?” She knew his name but Alexandre was never called his name, or even Alex, by her. It was always kid.
“Dragons blood, sweet almond, winter solstice, summer come. All oils.” Though powder was a heavier smell, filled a room very easily and lasted, and sticks did the same as powder but burned for longer Alexandre wanted the lighter scent of oils that lasted less time. “Oh, and Bastet as well.” He added as he peered over the counter top in order to read the labeled collection of vials. “I haven’t had that one in a while.” And he rather liked the deep, heady, scent the oil produced.
While Janet grabbed the oils he wanted he turned his attention to the side of the bookshelf he’d ignored till this point, the side which held the book on herbs among other things. A few steps took him away from the counter ad Janet and brought him between the left side of the bookshelf and the left side of the store where the candles they made were kept. Books on candle magic, sex magic, and other things stared back at him as he moved toward the section he bought from. Most of the titles that stared back at him he had already but a single book caught his attention. It was a book he didn’t have, yet. Without a single thought he grabbed it from the shelf, leaving only one copy remaining. “Good thing I came today, I didn’t know you’d gotten any new herbal books in.” It was where he’d learned some of his tea blends and a good amount of the balms, salves and other things he knew. The books here especially helped with learning what he knew now. So with the new book held to his chest, his right arm keeping it pressed to his chest, he returned to Janet to pick up the bagged oils and headed for the front. He’d get any herbs he needed on another trip, let him read this book first and make out a shopping list as needed.
“Alright, think I’m done with my shopping Noel. But I really don’t care to go home, mind if I hang around?” He asked, even though he knew it wouldn’t be a bother. The place right now was quite, no one else here but him, Janet, and Noel. It would be this evening that people would turn up to shop and he knew it, evenings could find it hard to get down the narrow aisles that ran up and down the left and right of the shop.
“Of course you can. You know….we do have an opening here for a worker.” Noel hedged, watching the blood who had raised a brow at the words.
“And your what? Offering me a job here?” Alexandre questioned even as the hold on his book loosened in order to hand it over to be rung up. The bag of incense vials was handed over as well then.
“Of course I am. You know enough about the herbs we carry and the books on the topic. We do have other people come here looking into medical uses for the herbs we sell. You’d be perfect for that. You could even learn to work on the incense here.” It seemed, by the smile on Noel’s face, that Noel knew learning their recipes would tempt the blond teen. And it worked.
“Alright, do I assume you have an application or do we just shake on it and figure I’m not an employee here?” He questioned. He somehow didn’t expect the norm here, an application and such.
“We have an application you can fill out, just for our files and such of course.” And Noel was turning the wooden stool around in order to open a filing cabinet behind him and pulled out a stapled collection of five or six pages of paper.
As Noel grabbed a pen from the cup on the counter top, settled right next to the card holder where shop cards were held, Alexandre looked over the application. Taking the offered pen he started filling things out as he and Noel talked over random, sort of random, things. Slowly the conversation turned to why he’d been fired today, his phobia.
By the time he’d left he had a job, an application put in, and he’d be getting a phone call from the owner by nights end where he’d be given shift times and days.
As he got into his car he noted it had been three hours since he’d been fired and five hours since his panic attack. Five hours and things were looking up again. At least that was stress off his shoulders.Word count: 3,017
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 3:06 pm
Link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24363447Quote: May 26th, 2014 So much had happened and even more had changed, and all in the course of a single night. How could things change so quickly and so dramatically? He still didn’t know how everything had turned out as it had, how had the original plan turned out to be a mask for the real plan? How had Bischofite let a youma convince him that a portal could be opened? All of it left him with questions. He had more questions than he had answered and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them; not now at least. It was just too much for him to handle, maybe in time he could handle finding out everything.
Another gust of breath escaped the blond as he moved through the empty house; Cadha was curled up in his room sleeping. It was too empty, too silent, and just too empty feeling. Swallowing past a lump in his throat he bit down on his bottom lip, fighting off a new round of tears, it seemed to be something he was doing far too often. It felt like Bazzite all over again but worse, deeper. If this war ever ended he was leaving this city he needed to get away in a permanent way, he couldn’t stay in a place with so many memories for him – so much loss for him. Fingers suddenly combed through his hair roughly and tugged at the locks of ashen hair. He needed to pull himself from this, he had to! He had duties and things to do and he had no one to help him out of this, he had to learn to handle his emotions on his own. He couldn’t expect for someone to be there when he wound up like this; there wouldn’t always be someone there for him.
As he moved up the stairs to the second floor, one arm wrapped loosely about his mid section, he passed what had once been Alois’ room. The other had moved out but at least his presence had still been in the house and Alois had still visited, that he could accept, but now…now it was all different. Stopping in the middle of the hall he took the necessary three steps back and came into the others room and noted that while mostly empty it wasn’t completely without items which the other had called his own. It had taken him a long time to pack up Johnathan’s things, which were still in the attic, but the need to do something – anything was so strong that he suddenly and swiftly turned on his heel and went to find a box. He had things to pack up and tomorrow he would pain the rooms walls white and dress the bed in simple white cotton. Wasn’t white a color of mourning in Asia? It was fitting then that he redo the room in white, though it was really because he couldn’t think of anything else to do with it at the moment. He wasn’t functioning enough to think beyond wanting to remove the traces of Alois from the house in a desperate act of separating from it – all of it.
A box from downstairs procured, earlier in the day an order from two weeks back had arrived, and the blond began scouring Alois’ former room as photographs were gently placed into the box, on top of clothing that he folded. The folded clothing sat on top of folded blankets and on top of the clothing, next to the photographs, was a pack of those cigarettes the other smoked and had driven him nuts with for weeks. All the butts that had been in his plant pots, Alois had certainly got on his nerves, as he was sure he’d gotten on the other’s nerves, but that had all passed at some point. The photographs weren’t looked at, they felt too private for him to look at, and were thus placed into the box facing down. This packing, little as it was, was done slowly with a certain amount of reverence even as he sought to remove the others presence as quickly as he could. The box was taken out into the hallway where a string hung from the ceiling and connected to a metal ring in the ceiling. Pulling on it, hard, a section of the ceiling came down as stairs came down and touched down on the floor gently. Up the stairs he climbed and the box was placed on the wooden attic floor next to several others, each of which bore Johnathan’s name. A look at those boxes brought an odd smile to his features before he turned and headed back down the stairs. “Bazzite and Bischofite, Johnathan and Alois…Never to meet as humans and yet human things left to rest together.” The words were whispered right before his feet touched the carpeted floor of the hallway. Turning to the stairs he had to push them back up, with a good amount of force, and shove the door back up as well so just the string hung down again. A youma and a half youma together to live in the Rift. Was Alois happy? He had gotten what he’d once wanted, hadn’t he? Shoving those thoughts away, for now, he headed back down the hall and this time turned into his own room. Cadha lifting his head as the blond came in, the little Scottish terrier seemed to know something had been bothering his master. The little dog had been trying his best to distract his master and brighten his mood, if the dogs demands to play fetch in the house were any indication of this. Right now though the little dog laid his had back down onto his pillow bed and went back to sleep, as he should.
Laying on his desk was parchment paper he’d found at a stationary store some months back, back when he’d been just starting his plotting for a tea shop that would front for energy gathering. Could he even go on and properly run this operation? Should he talk to the General Queen and back out? Could he even? Not likely. Could he pass it off to someone else? No, no that wouldn’t be right. He had to go through with it, he had obligations.” Drawing a deep breath he let it out slowly as fingers drifted down pale skin as finger tips gently brushed the ink which marred otherwise perfectly fair skin. Noblesse oblige That’s right he had an obligation and he couldn’t forget it, not when it decorated his skin. A constant reminder that as a General he had obligations, as someone who held themselves as highly as he held himself, he had things he had to do no matter what. This was simply one of them and he had to do his best.
Approaching his desk slowly the papers, thick and of high quality, were looked over as slate eyes skimmed the words inked across the parchments surface. He’d already even written everything down, he’d done that the night he’d gotten the paper. Once everything for that day had been done he’d sat down and had written the message on so many sheets of parchment he’d worn his hand out. He hadn’t done anything with them though, not yet, ad things had come up. From inspectors to permit people he’d been delayed so much and all the while the parchment sheets had sat unposted on his desk. He needed to post them, tonight, so he could get things going. He couldn’t dally any longer, he wouldn’t allow himself to, he needed to do this for the Negaverse. He had to prove himself and put himself to good use.
Fingers traced over the script writing, slightly slanted in nature, as he read over the words in his head. Repeating them to himself as he worked himself up into doing this, into posting them, into opening the shop, into doing all of these things which would come with it.
Collecting the sheets of parchment he arranged them neatly and turned them toward his door and looked out into the hall for a single, solitary, moment of silence. “I can do this.” He had to gather himself, every ounce of strength he had, and make this work. A firm nod from his head as he held the papers to his chest gently, so as not to ruin them. “I will succeed; I will not allow myself to fail.” He stated this to no one but himself but it needed to be said aloud.
Now to go and post them for others to hopefully see and take interest in, but would they? Would anyone take interest in this plot after the botched one? Would people trust him after this? He had blindly followed Bischofite, protected him would anyone hold it against him? No, no they would join him and work toward gathering more energy for the Negaverse. They would, he had to be sure and confident of this. He couldn’t allow himself to doubt anything. Even if it was hard, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t.
Down the hall and downstairs Alexxandre went about pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his house keys, glad he hadn’t pulled on bed clothing already. He was still in jeans and polo shirt, what he’d changed into after work, something he normally would have changed out of given how late into the evening it was. Grabbing his house keys from the little table next to the door he headed out and locked the door behind himself. Taking the three steps down onto the sidewalk he headed down the road, parchment papers still held to his chest, as he headed to the alleyway he normally used to power up in.
Once safe and secure, and making sure no one else was in his alleyway, he powered up and teleported away. He had advertising to do and workers to find. He had to do this, he could do this.Word count: 1,667
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 3:05 pm
Back dating to June 2014 Many things were going on in his life and none more important than that which was done for the Negaverse, for chaos, even though he had several outside obligations including ones to himself. He was still working through his emotions, feelings, and other such things but he didn’t allow it to keep him from his perusal of a solution to a problem which faced the Negaverse and her agents. It wasn’t the senshi, nor the knights, it wasn’t something so simple and yet difficult to solve. He was not a miracle worker nor some deity, thus he could not single handedly solver the issue of senshi and/or knights.
No, the issue was something easier to handle though difficult it certainly was, but what in life that was worth anything was easy? With power came pain, came struggle, came effort, and work. And for this side project, as he had his tea shop going, all those things applied.
The problem in question was an addiction to starseeds, not that he had one. It was the very notion that such an addiction was possible, though he could understand why, and that officers suffered from it currently. Not only that but others would, and could, fall to it with a fair amount of ease; in his opinion. It was that which had him seeking some sort of “cure” for the problem. Maybe cure wasn’t the best word but perhaps starseed substitute worked better? Yes, it was exactly what he had been working on for a little over two weeks now.
Putting his knowledge of plants to use he had cracked open books, bought things from the store he worked out, picked leaves and stems from plants he himself owned and tracked other plants down that he didn’t own, the neighbors wouldn’t be pleased if they knew he’d gone into their backyard to “borrow” some pieces of a prized plant of theirs – too bad. He’d tried mixing things up in the blender, steeping them, boiling them, and grinding things with mortar and pestle. Plants on there own he knew would not work, they would not provide the energy which a starseed did, how could they? If they did than every civilian would know by now, as someone would have long ago discovered it. No, he needed something…some additive. He’d thought on it and settled on grinded starseeds as he hoped the plants added in would assist somehow in handling the addictive qualities of starseeds. All he’d round up with were stomache aches and time lost spent over a toilet bowl with the shakes as he heaved up what he’d drank; testing this concoctions on himself.
Seeing as that didn’t work he’d tried different plant blends but found starseeds wouldn’t work, now having a talk to a fairly intelligent youma he’d found down in the Rift. He knew better than to trust them as Bischofite had but for a simple question he was fairly certain he could trust the youma's answer. A starseed was a starseed no matter what he added to it. The problem of addiction would persist, he was lucky he didn’t have an issue with wanting to devour them considering the taste testing he’d done, though to be honest he’d grinded up only a few starseeds and spread the ground up powder amongst the various concoctions he’d brewed over the week and a half he’d been brewing.
With his supplies depleted he’d gone out shopping again, spending even more money that he’d have to explain to his parents somehow, dove over his neighbor’s fence to abuse their poor plant again, trimmed his own plants and in general he gathered more supplies and even brought in a few new things. What was he missing though? He’d thought on it the whole time he’d been purchasing, browsing the jars at the occult shop, diving over fences, and trimming his plants. There had to be some method to gain the energy that was needed without using a starseed. He could take energy from civilians and grind that up? But no…he knew from the past that breaking an energy orb returned the energy to the person from which it was taken. That wouldn’t do then.
It was while tending to his plants, outside of trimming them for materials, that the idea had smacked him in the face. They had plants down in the rift! They were youma and plants and youma consumed starseeds and energy orbs! He’d seen the plant youma so long ago that it was no wonder he’d forgotten about them. Back when gathering the pieces of the great youma they’d gone and trimmed the plants, he had a feeling they hadn’t liked his gentle manner and how he’d gone about trimming them and taking his time in doing so. Would they remember him? Would he be able to reach them and trim them a bit? All for brewing, blending, grinding, and concocting things with the parts? He hoped so. This might just yield what he needed and he would have something else to present to the General Queen who had put such faith in him and his abilities whilst ignoring, or over looking, his past mistakes. He wanted, and had, to prove himself to her because it was a matter of pride and redemption as far as he was concerned. He had to accomplish something to help others and to stand apart from the crowd, to make his mark, and help the Negaverse in taking one step forward; even if it was a small one.
His mind made up the blond had left his house that night and once a safe distance from home he had powered up and teleported down into the Citadel from where he walked to the Rift, could someone please fix things so he could teleport into the Rift? It was such a long walk down there, and then to where he was headed, and back. If it weren’t for the morning runs he went on, and time at the gym, it would have tired him out; without a doubt. But after sometime, he didn’t even know how long, he had made it and stood some feet back looking at the plant youma. Would they attack him? He had only his weapon and his pockets, deep as they were, to provide him a way to remove the parts and a place to store them until he got home with them. Biting his lip he took a slow step forward, trying not to show hesitance, as he spoke up to the youma gathered.
“I come in need of assistance. I need to collect parts from you each, leaves and stems, in order to attempt to further our goals. You will submit and allow me that which I seek from you.” He spoke in a clear voice as he shoved as much confidence, and command, into the words as he could. He knew they should take his orders, bend and bow to his request, and yet somehow he didn’t trust them. He hadn’t a reason to trust them given that they’d tried to attack him the last time he’d encountered them. It seemed that he was however in luck as he was able to get closer, as they seemed to wilt in on themselves, sort to speak, and pulling out the sheers he had brought he set to work. Being quick and careful, he didn’t want to take too much, he ignored the complaints they voiced as leaves and vines, stems, and even little flowers were snipped free of the whole and stuffed into his pockets. Ducking as one seemed to stretch, one long stalk coming out and almost hitting him, he finished his work minutes later and thanked them before he turned on his heels and hurried back the way he’d come.
It could have gone worse, much worse, as he’d thought it was likely to go but he was pleased as he left the dark kingdom. It had gone well enough that he had a suitable amount of material to work with and a varied sort of material to deal with. Working with plants as he did he knew that with some plants the leaf and what it contained could be rather different from a flower or a berry and so having a little of everything it allowed him to try different pairings. He could keep everything the same except the plant part used and perhaps gain different results, he just hoped he didn’t somehow poison himself to death, or into a hospital trip. He doubted he’d be able to explain this to Luralite if she were to find him in a hospital bed after having his stomach pumped, as it was likely she’d want to know why he hadn’t used someone else to test his concoctions on rather than himself - as he was useful and needed by the Negaverse.
Powered down and pushing his door open he locked it behind himself and toed off his shoes. His keys went down on the small table by the door and he headed for the kitchen where he emptied out the pockets of his coat, he’d transferred the items from his General’s coat to the ground and than to the pockets on the coat he wore as a civilian. “Time to get back to work.” Sighing to himself he went about gathering everything he had and started to process again.
It was hours later, and two trips to the bathroom later, that he glanced to the clock and fought back yet another wide yawn, he was tired. He’d been at this for hours and was feeling the strain, both mentally and physically, he was glad it was a sunday and the tea shop was closed today so he could run himself so ragged with his private work. What would have happened had he dragged himself in like this to work in front of other officers? No doubt someone would ask him about his state of exhaustion and perhaps even show some worry for him. Someone might even asked him what had him so tired and he wasn’t up for divulging the private task he’d taken up - it wasn’t something he wanted others knowing when he didn’t even know if he could, or would, find a solution to the problem he had set about solving.
Leaving everything out, he didn’t worry about the little terrier he had getting onto the counter, he headed to take a shower and crash for what little remained of the night.
It wasn’t until the next day, around noon, that a breakthrough occurred as he found himself not running for the bathroom, which had been seeing far too much of him lately, but rather he felt full of energy. Staring at the half full vial in his hand, one of two with this particular brew, he took the risk of powering up in his home and drank down the rest of the vial in his hand and again he felt that boost of power that only ingesting a starseed or energy orb could bring. The feeling of energy and refreshment that had him feeling less tired that he had felt before he’d drank the first half of the vial's contents. Powering down, despite his joy, he didn’t need to be discovered by some random senshi or knight wandering about powered up in the middle of the day. “I found it…” He breathed out before looking around and wondering just what to do. Should he clean everything up? The mortar and pestle could use a cleaning and the blender...the poor thing needed to get into the dishwasher along with a load of other things. But he needed to see Luralite also.
Biting his lip as he shifted on the balls of his feet he finally made up his mind, rather in a rush to be honest, and took the single remaining vial of this brew and corked it, he didn’t need it spilling, and ignoring the mess he’d made of his kitchen counter tops he hurried into the living room where he proceeded to grab his keys and pull on his shoes. That done he was calling out a good bye to Cadha, he’d be home soon, and out the door he went. Locking the door behind him, he actually did remember to do that, he hurried down the block and to a nearby alleyway where the vial was set gently on the ground so he could power up. Once powered up he picked up the vial and slipped it into a coat pocket and off he teleported down into the palace which made up the main safe haven of the Negaverse.
Boots clicked on the dark crystal floors as he called out for the General Queen whom he sought. “Luralite.” he hoped she was down here, even though he knew she was also a civilian and had a life outside of the Negaverse, but he hoped that today she had no life and was down here. It might sound selfish but it was far from it and he hoped she wouldn’t have an issue with him calling out for her as he was, for coming in the middle of the day seeking her out. One hand was inside his pocket holding onto the vial as if to keep it safe - but from what? Nothing here would take it or destroy it. Yet he still held onto it as though it were something precious - and it wasn’t...wasn’t it?Word count: 2,254
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 2:15 pm
October 23rd, 2014 Sheets and a comforter flew forward as the person they’d been covering jolted upright so quickly the bed nearly moved with him.The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room as wide slate eyes took in everything everything. He was looking for something. But what?
Raising a hand to his face, he took a moment to wipe at his cheeks. What he found there, just under his eyes, surprised him. Bringing his hand down for inspection, his voice cracked in that not quite awake tone “Tears…” Why? He hadn’t been this affected by a dream in a long time so what made this one so special?
Even now he could feel pain in his chest as if whatever he had dreamed had really happened.
That same hand, still wet from his salty tears, rubbed at his chest hoping it could help the tight pain that was just under the surface of flesh, muscle, and bone. What had that whole thing been about? It was as if the span of days, weeks, months…no, years had just been thrown at him all in the space of a single night.
Still breathing irregularly he drew his legs up to his chest and held them close. That single motion caused a second feeling. The feeling of someone elses arms wrapping around him in a bubble of warmth and encouragement. But who’s arms?
He didn’t even need to answer, to think, before his mind’s eye being supplied a face to him. Something told him that he knew this person and yet….didn’t. How could that be possible? There was no sense but he swore he knew the feeling of their embrace and the scent of their body. Oh how he longed for it and yet, feared it.
He feared what he could have, would have, as they would surely leave him like everyone else before. But right now, here in his bed, he wished for them so desperately that he felt a clenching in his chest that could only be followed by the profound feeling of longing and need. How long had he been alone now?
Releasing his knees as the tension seemed to travel through his body, he slowly slid them into his hair and took hold of the roots. It was terrifying to him that he didn’t even know this person and yet his body and heart called out for their touch. Was this what it was like for a person to fall for someone at first site? Is what love was?
It was as if his life was becoming one of those silly romance movies he avoided.
Logically, he could understand how stupid this all was. To yearn so much for what...a dream?
But was it a really just a dream?
No, he was positive that it wasn’t so simple. This was not the first time his dreams had been filled with visions of the war but never had they been like this. Never of the future certainly never like what he had just been subjected to seeing.
Why would he though? Why would his head had filled with thoughts and dreams of such a dystopian world when he had always thought they were fighting for the sake of people? To see something so different from what he had always believed in his own heart had to be more. It had to something bigger, bolder, unexpected.
Then, something struck him hard in the back of his mind. Releasing his hair, he blinked a few times before finding himself staring at the darkness that was his wall. “Was that…the future?” He whispered into the still air of his room.
If it was, if that was the timeline that was coming to be, his very life was at stake.
He didn’t want to think on that. If he had these…memories, if that was indeed what they were, who else did? Who else knew that down the road, he, a proud general, would betray the Negaverse?
That idea sent a shiver through him as he again hugged his drawn legs tighter to himself. How many knew where he lived or could easily find out? He could have someone at his door this very moment!
The idea twisted inside of him so much that he wished for those arms, for that single person he did not even know, once more. Now more than ever he needed that comfort that no one else could provide. The desire made him feel foolish.
How could he be so selfish to want for someone that was going to die because of him! He shouldn’t, couldn’t, want someone who was condemned to death when they walked into his life. Slowly shaking his head into his knees, he mumbled words, and sort of soft promise to himself. “I can’t…I can’t find them, I can’t bring them into this. I have to do it alone.”
The course was set.
He would betray the Negaverse.
But how?
Slowly he shifted, turned and swung his legs over the edge his bed before he stood. His feet slipped into the waiting pair of slippers. There was no point in trying to sleep again, he knew it wouldn’t come, not after what he’d just bore witness to. Even as he held himself, he felt the arms of another wrapped about him. Shaking his head to try and banish the foolish feelings he was suffering from, he made his way down the stairs. “This course I take…it is a dangerous one and one which I must take and see to the end – no matter what it may be.” He whispered as he descended the stairs and made his way through the living room and into the kitchen.
He would have to find ways to do it from the inside and, when the time came, he would seek out people he could trust on the other side.
He knew from his mother and seeing at social events how to network and make connections, he’d need to do that himself. But would people even trust him? Who knows what memories people would gain, if anyone else even would. He would be on thin ice, never knowing who to trust and who was out for his life. This wasn’t a life he’d ever pictured for himself and now he had seen it everything laid out for him up to his own death. There had been no opportunity to take it in slowly. This was throwing him right into the deep end of the pool and expecting him not to go under. But it’s what he had to do, wasn’t it? Not go under.
“When this war ends, if I am alive, I will be the one in the shadows. An officer who did a great deal and yet none will know of it. If I am to die I will do so and again, none will know how much I did.” If he was found out, some would know but how much would be public knowledge was still unknown.
Was working in the shadows even worth it?
From what little sense he could make of the memories, it would be worth it….somehow.
Wiping away what remained of the tears, he nodded his head once as if to commit to himself. He had to do this.
He would not allow this so called future to happen. He would do everything in his power to stop it and should things start to sway towards this direction, he’d bring the Negaverse down about its own ears.
“I will not permit that future to happen.” For someone shaken up only moments before, the change was drastic. No longer was he holding himself and ‘remembering’ the arms of someone else comforting him. He was confident in his words. He knew what he had to do.
First though he had someone to find…someone who liked chaos and if they had memories of this future they would not be please in the slightest with it. That would not be something done tonight as tonight he needed to think. To plan.
Flipping the switch in the kitchen, he flooded the room with light. Rapidly blinking his eyes against the harsh light, he went to get a glass and then went to get a pitcher of juice from the fridge. He’d spend as long as he needed to in the kitchen, seated alone at the table, drinking deeply from his glass and thinking over the memories. Slowly he would try to put them together and figure out what needed to be down quickly.
Tonight he would plan.
Tomorrow, he would act.Word count: 1,430
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 2:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 3:37 pm
July 01, 2015 To say he was surprised was an understatement. He hadn’t been expecting his doorbell to ring this late at night nor for what he found once he opened his door. Considering the war he was involved in he was used to a lot of things, many unexplained things which shattered the rules of science, but this...this was not one of them.
Laying in front of his door, clearly unconscious, was Aiden and he looked like a wreck. Bending he found his fingers sifting through the others hair. “What happened to you?” He whispered to no one in particular. What had happened to the other indeed. He looked like someone, or something, had beaten him up and as he inspected the unconscious male he found the other to be bleeding. Something had gotten him pretty good.
Glancing around, from right to left, he hesitated a mere moment before he was taking hold of the other. His arms slipping around the others torso as he dragged the others taller frame into his home.
Once he had Aiden inside he let him go, so he lay on the floor, and went to shut and lock his front door while calling out to let Katya know they had a guest and to not disturb him. He knew the cat wasn’t likely to bother him, she was likely busy with her little nose stuffed in a book, but he was polite if nothing else.
So, with Katya informed, he cast his eyes from Aiden to the stairs and back again. “I hate this.” He typically made it a rule to not power up in his house, he didn’t need his signature tracked to his home, but he needed to get the other up to his room. Cursing to himself, he let his uniform replace the normal clothing he’d been wearing and grasped his friend again. Hefting the other into his arms bridal style he hurried up stairs and down the hall to his room. Once there, he deposited Aiden onto his bed as gently as he could before powering down.
“I hope no one noticed that.” Forgetting completely that Katya could have masked his signature, he was a bit scatterbrained at the moment but that was understandable he figured. Rolling up his sleeves, not wanting to ruin his clothing, Alexandre ignored the fact he’d need to change his bedding when he rolled the other onto his stomach and slowly worked on peeling the others shirt off and lifting it over Aiden’s head before dropping the soiled article onto the carpeted floor of his bedroom. Fingers gently traced down the others back, down his spine, and over the gash marring the others flesh all the while noticing various bruises that marred his skin.
Biting his bottom lip the ashen blond hesitated before his hands slipped round to the others front and down to undo his pants and brought them, and whatever was worn under them, down and off the other slowly. Cursing the whole time, even as his cheeks heated to the point of being uncomfortable, he found his eyes unable to be torn away from the sight as he worked on divesting the other of his clothing even if it was a rather perverted thing to do - he just couldn’t help it.
With the other bare to him, pale cheeks tinted a flaming red. With haste Alex hurried off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, all the while running his fingers ran through strands of blond hair as he tried to derail his thoughts from the path they were quickly traveling down. “He’s a friend...nothing but a friend.” He whispered harshly to himself, a loud reminder to what he already knew, in the hopes it would sink the message in deeper and stop his thoughts from continuing down their chosen path. All the while Alexandre was going through the first aid kit checking to see if it had everything he needed such as bandages, alcohol, wraps, and gauze. Satisfied everything was together he closed it again then headed back into his bedroom toward the side of his bed.
“Just a friend.” Alex repeated, “He’s not like that.” He scolded himself as he set the kit down and opened it back out and started grabbing what he felt he’d need. “I promised I wouldn’t date again...not after what I saw.” not after losing someone he loved, even if it hadn’t really happened - it would happen...it could happen. But hadn’t he changed the future already? Wouldn’t he further change it so that such a thing would never happen? He liked to think so but time...that was a tricky thing and he didn’t feel very comfortable tampering with it Alex could only imagine what it would be like if people could time travel and what they’d be facing.
“Focus…” He hissed to himself going for the obvious wound on the others back first. Alcohol and then gauze to clean it and remove the dried blood before setting about covering it up. With clear gauze he pressed it down against the wound on the others lower back before setting about using the bandages to keep the gauze in place and cover it up fully. From there he moved around the others body checking for any other injuries that needed tending to. The wrist was found after some searching and that was wrapped up tightly by the blond.
Another check over the other showed nothing else which needed tending and so Alex, content he’d done his job, settled back at the end of his bed and sitting there he put things away into the first aid kit then grabbed up the garbage before he slipped off his bed and went to throw things out and put the kit away in the bathroom cabinet. Returning to his room he grabbed one of his pillows, setting it on the foot of his bed, and covered Aiden with his comforter and moved around to open his window to let some cool evening air in. Passing by his bed, grabbing his pillow as he went, he flashed a smile to the unconscious male before drifting out of his room and closing his door silently, not wanting to wake the other. Word count: 1,041
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