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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 9:25 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Feeling ok, but has to leave.
"You're welcome," Chris said to Lelia, watching her leave. Feeling bad that she had been forgotten too, that he had taken some attention.
But it was worth it to hear Thorne laugh, even if it had only been for a second. It was something and Chris was glad that she had come anyways.
"Oh," Chris said, realizing he had been here for some time. "In a sense, I guess. But time spent with you isn't bad, really."
He smiled, but he could see the exhaustion in Thorne's eyes.
"I.. yeah. There is," He said quietly, knowing what the question meant. Quietly he untangled himself from Thorne, slowly, savoring what he could until he was only holding one of Thorne's hands.
"Will you stay here?" He asked.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 11:52 am
Thorne (Unmasked) | | 25/25 | | Saying goodbye :C
Thorne rumbled softly, but there wasn't much of a conversation left in them. More had been said in gestures. Now his throat felt rough and abused. He'd have to water the plants again soon anyways, and feed the tiny plant beings running around behind the glass divider.
"Then I suppose I can't be doing that bad, can I?" Thorne said. His eyes fluttered. He bobbed his head slightly. "If you come calling, I'll find you."
It wasn't really an answer. He would stay here as long as he could - until Melany called for him, at least.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 11:59 am
The next visitor came some time later, all high off the euphoria of holy s**t I'm not the only vampire in the world. So of course this came crashing down at the sight of another, unmasked Thorne. Like, sure, Aleksy had abandoned his mask upon learning that he was basically unkillable (at least in this situation) but Thorne probably wasn't the same, or he would've been pulled off to the weird mini-party as Aleksy was. Thorne shouldn't look so... wrecked. Aleksy stopped in the doorway, fiddled with the tight ends of his sleeves. "Thorne," he said, and more than anything he regretted his inability to touch. To offer some kind of consolation. He searched for something to say that wasn't you look like s**t. He hit upon the plants: "You've taken good care of them," he said. "They look very healthy."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 12:18 pm
Thorne (Unmasked) | | 25/25 | | Gettin wrekt
Thorne let Chris go with the sort of tired ease that came from having watched it happen multiple times. His mind had gone back to the plants. Everything needed to be watered, fed, tended to. He treated them all with gentle hands to tame the shaking. The water continued to drip, a soft lullaby sound.
He ran his fingers through his hair, messing the elegant curls Melany had done with the damp droplets against his hands. Noise in the doorway stopped him short though. His body locked up. His heart jammed a frantic rhythm against his chest.
And then there was Aleksy, in the doorway. Aleksy who he'd known since he'd come to Ashdown. Aleksy, Aleksy, Aleksy.
"Hey," Thorne said, and it came out small and soft and oh, this had to be a nightmare, right?
He took a step across the distance between them, but stuttered to a stop. His hands ached, empty and restless. There had been a list inside of him during his time with Melany that burned the longer he stayed. Aleksy's name at the top. Aleksy's name, scarred into his skin.
"I can't take credit for that," Thorne said softly, tilting his head down at the endless green, "You're the one that taught me." His eyes flickered back up, wild. Alive - but. Alive - just. "You don't have a mask."
The revelation was unkind. The fear in his voice for the redhead surged. But then -
"Aleksy." And the name came out wrecked, ruined, want and fear and hunger threaded together in the syllables, cracking the air open between them like a lightning strike. There were a thousand things he could say.
"I missed you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 12:41 pm
"I can't be tithed," says Aleksy. "And it was itchy, anyway." He needed to touch Thorne, though. To make sure that he was actually there. It wasn't that Thorne had stepped back in their day-to-day, it was that--this was a different Thorne, a, a, s**t. A realer Thorne--a hyper-real thorne. He looks at Thorne's arms for a moment: covered in fabric. Safe. "Thorne," he says again, and he says it with the kind of verbal caress usually attached to words like sweetheart, like darling. Face to face with the real Thorne, Aleksy couldn't believe he'd ever been fooled. He close the distance between them, puts his hands on the safe space of Thorne's clothed shoulders. "Are you alright," he asks, it's the most important thing he's ever had to say, the most important question. "Thorne." He couldn't ask if Thorne had been hurt, that was the stupidest thing, because he knew. He could feel it. See it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 4:37 pm
thorne (unmasked) | | 25/25 | | :cccc "Shame, I'm sure you looked charming," Thorne says, because it is easier to believe Aleksy than it is to breathe sometimes. His body aches a restless tune, and the plants help, but not enough. He wants to touch Aleksy again, ground himself in the feeling that the other is actually there.Melany had carved out the lines between what was and wasn't and what stayed and what got left behind, like a butcher in a beautiful dress. But Aleksy is something else. As much a part of him as the drum-line of his heart, the endless aching deep behind the cage of his chest. His eyes lid when Aleksy closes the distance to him, and he draws into the smaller man like a moth to a flame, head bowed. "Aleksy," he says again, and the answer is there, it burns its way into the syllables. It smarts in the sharp breath afterwards, the hand raised, just short of Aleksy's chest. No, he wants to say. There is no room for being alright in Melany's house. There is only room for obedience and beauty, and whatever comes of breaking the rules. He opens his eyes fully and looks down at the other. "It's fine," he says instead, a lie that could be dismantled easily, "I'll be alright." Another lie, less sure of itself. There are so many words wrapped around his throat, so many nooses he could choke himself on. He hadn't seen Aleksy in three months. He hadn't realized how much he had wanted to until now. It hurts. "I'm sorry," he says, because he feels the need to say it - Melany will take him back again. He will be here or he will be dead, all that matters is that he says it out loud. "I'm sorry that I left, and I'm sorry for whatever must have happened while I was gone." He smiles, the sort of fools smile of someone in too deep, eyes warm and familiar, the opposite of his twin. "It's the end of the world," he says, "I'm glad I got to see you again." shibrogane gives up on formatting rn
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 10:07 pm
Aleksy: 25/25, :CCCCC Aleksy tried to be careful to keep skin from touching skin, but he is as capable of resisting Thorne as he is of resisting Finn--maybe less. Finn was whole and beautiful, but Thorne's fractures aligned with Aleksy's in a way that made it feel better instead of worse. "Yeah," he said, by way of denial. He heard the words between the lies, but now wasn't the time to try to bleed the pus from the wound. Now was the time to keep it together and soldier onward. Once they were out of the woods, then they could examine the damage. "You've got nothing to be sorry for," said Aleksy, sharp and rough. "And the world's hardly ending. As if I would let it, as if--" as if he were capable of letting things with Thorne end like this, in some shitty little greenhouse in a shitty Othermanor at a shitty party. "There's life after death, you awful a*****e, so if you die--if you do die--I'm not gonna just let you rest." He sighed: "I couldn't."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 11:09 pm
Thorne | | 25/25 | | q____q Thorne exhales softly, and the sound of it holds a hundred words he can't say out loud. If he could stay here forever, if this was really the end of the world, well - it wouldn't be such a terrible thing. His laughter trembles when Aleksy rebukes him, because of course he wouldn't accept an apology. His mouth curves, helpless and lonely and wanting, wanting, wanting. He has missed Ashdown, missed Aleksy. Laika. The garden shop, the scent of chinese takeout and sudden storms, charcoal on his knuckles and slow, slow days in atrophy. "Then don't let me," Thorne says, blinking down at Aleksy, his eyes wild-bright. His mouth works, silent, tight with words that have never been easy around Aleksy, because so much of their conversations had been made in silence. He tilted his head, tilting slightly into Aleksy's presence. He was hungrier than he could remember being in a long time. Caught in Aleksy's orbit, a moth to a flame. "Please," he draws the word out wryly, an exhausted tease. "As though I could ever leave you behind." He doesn't say that he already has once. He can't. There is a noose around his throat. And then there is Aleksy. He closes his eyes. He leans into the smaller redhead and exhales again. "So don't let me," he says again. And there is a soft desperation in his words. He had always been clumsier than Aleksy at speaking in tongues, after all.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 2:43 am
Aleksy: 25/25, why must i hurt this way "I won't," says Aleksy sharply, "I, I won't." I can't. He doesn't say that, though. It's easy enough to let Thorne sag into his arms, in this world he can be as strong as he likes. "Laika misses you, too. She's pissed I don't let her attempt to find your cat in your shoes anymore--" He snorts. "You... moved. Was that you? You left the apartment, got a place in some old warehouse." He frowns. "No, it probably wasn't you," he says, too softly. "Because--it wasn't within walking distance from me--" So many things he'd told the man who wasn't his Thorne. "--Thorne," he says, because he's stronger than that. He won't break down over this. He can't, not now, maybe not ever. "When we go home in the morning. You'll come stay with me for a while, won't you?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 10:22 pm
[ thorne (unmasked | 25/25 ] : hurting a lot q___q pls bring hugs Thorne scoffs, a wry and gentle sound. His eyes flick to Aleksy, easy and familiar. It's a simple game to pretend. The blow of surprise at the mention of moving slides away after a moment. His heart speeds, slows. What else had happened while he had been gone? "I miss Laika too," he sighs, "almost as much as I miss you." And there's a mischievous ghost in the corner of his eyes, in the tired, trying smile that doesn't quite reach. When it falls, he is blinking away a certain breed of quiet sadness. A hurt that twinges at the mention of walking distances and shoes. Stupid, simple things. "It's been - three months." He stutters over the time, his breath hitching. Had it been that long? That short a time? Three months was nothing. But it had been three months with her. "I don't - why would I have - " Thorne's voice hitches again, slows. "Did I - did he hurt you?" Thorne asks, and his voice splinters but he bites down on it, his voice. He has to be strong, like Aleksy is. He has already broken down once. It's unfair, it's unfair to do it now, to the person holding him together. "Aleksy, did I - " But he can't say it out loud. He cannot even conceive that he might have hurt the other. It's like dragging glass against his skin. He recoils his hand, he tries to even his breath. He comes back into himself when Aleksy says his name, like a person waking up in an empty body. And he continues speaking, tells him when and not if. Thorne feels it like a jagged flame over his skin, burning hot and white. When, not if.He is desperate for it to be true. Desperate to believe in what Aleksy says. His jaw cracks as he works it. He wonders what to say. What is there to say? He refuses to let Melany live in this room anymore. Instead he bends his head, eyes lidded. "For as long as you let me," he says. "For as long as I can."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 12:46 pm
Aleksy: 25/25, my soul is leaking out my eyeballs with all these tears "No," says Aleksy. The false Thorne hadn't hurt him--had only left, just disappeared, stopped answering his text messages--and it'd hurt but not the way Thorne asked. "He never hurt me." He chivvies away a small cluster of plant-people with one foot and settles the two of them down together on the floor. There are a thousand things he could say now, a thousand things he wants to say, but he bites them back. It's not the time. It will maybe never be the time. But taking care of Thorne is second nature, almost, and it isn't as if Aleksy has anything better to do. The dead shouldn't meddle in the affairs of the living, he'd been told, no matter how they longed to. He's already meddling too much, and he doesn't care. "You'll come home in the morning. Laika will be thrilled to see you. You can come over to the flower shop if you like, take a look at some of the seasonal flowers... we're getting fall florals in now. There's a case full of maple leaves, it looks like it's on fire sometimes--and it'll be alright." Aleksy kisses Thorne's temple, gentle as a breath. "I'll make sure of it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 12:01 am
[ thorne | 25/25 ] : ******** sad Thorne hisses, a soft sound of distress. He feels something violent awake inside of him. Something old and sleeping, unmade. It stitches itself back together at the sound of Aleksy, at the remembrance of Chris. At every point of tonight that reminds him of what came before. Before."But he did do something," Thorne says it like a confession of sin. Like somehow, this is his fault. And it is, it is. How had he let Melany take him? Why hadn't he fought harder? His chest aches. The fire tastes ferrous and bloody in his mouth. Like an old wound sliced open again. He lets Aleksy put them to the floor. He drops into a slump and his head comes to rest against the other shoulder without care. Every part of him feels rubbed raw, a cluster of nerve endings exposed. He has been tired for a long time. He thinks to himself, no more. Fight back. No more."It's already time for fall? God, I've missed a lot. I'll take Laika on walks if you want. Find another terrible Chinese takeout place to woo into giving me a discount. And the maples - maybe I'll take one home, and it will remind me of you." He smiles as though it seems reasonable. As though it is within reach. He lifts his head and allows Aleksy to kiss it, leaning soundlessly into the touch. He looks at him and tries to be strong. For him, for him, for him. "And until then," he says, soft as death, his voice ghosting, someone long dead brought back to life, "I'll believe you." I'll follow you home.
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