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 Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 10:37 pm
( Ah! I'm so sorry Ireth! I didn't read your post, so I didn't see your character there! T.T
I'm reeaaally sorry.
I didn't think the dorm was occupied by others, cause the dormitory thread never said it was.
I shall take this as a lesson, and read all posts.
Once again, sorreh! )
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:44 am
(( gonk Gah!! So sorry about that you two!! I'll take this as a lesson as well. To update the dorm threads more than I do now. DX Again, I'm so, so, so, so sorry!!))
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 12:23 pm
“Ah. No need to be sorry,” Damien replied, smiling sweetly. “Though you did worry me a bit, running off like that. Though I’d done something wrong, I did. But I don’t think I did anything... I-if I did, though, I’m truly sorry!!” He put his hands up in front of himself, defensively, going along with what he’d said, bag still clasped in one of those hands. He was nervous, and had never been one to have the skills it took to hide something like that. First was his accent, which seemed to have thickened in the past few moments, all but engulfing his speech, something that made him a bit hard to understand, lest the person speaking with him knew the accent well. Surprising for a boy who’d been raised in America. Maybe he’d needed to communicate with someone other than just his mother and brother? Ah, well. The Irish accent suited him much better than an American one would have. Next was the flush that had crawled over his face, turning his cheeks a salmony color. Last, and most noticeable, was his rambling. Just going on and on through pointless, endless things. Subjects with no importance to any sort of existence, human or non.
“Oh, your bag. I- Sorry. Forgot about that for a second,” he said, crimson gaze breaking free of the brown one for one brief and shining moment. What was with him all of a sudden? First, he was praying that the kiss of mere minutes ago meant that Spencer liked him, now he was barely able to talk to the boy! Maybe he needed to see a shrink or something... Shaking his head, Damien shrugged the other’s bag off his shoulder and handed it to him. Then, his eyes went back, almost shyly, to meet Spencer’s deep brown ones. And he was suddenly hit with an overwhelming urge to kiss the boy again. Biting his lip, he kept from doing so much as moving, just waiting for Spencer to take the bag. After that, he wasn’t quite sure what he would do. Just go along with whatever happened, he supposed. Since there wasn’t much else to do but dart away and hide in his room, which he’d forgotten the number of yet again. Lifting his own backpack up on one shoulder, he would watch Spencer’s pale hand take the bag from his own, curiously. As though he’d never before seen something such as that happen. But, quickly, his eyes would slip away, deciding that his shoes made an interesting enough subject, though he thought that something such as shoe watching would be more fun if he were moving. Or, walking, would be a more correct word. Possibly running, but looking at one’s feet would increase the likelihood of tripping.., Why was he thinking about this again? ((Keh. A bit shorter than my last, but the more my characters interact, the less I type. So- yeah... Hah. Shoe watching. xP))
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:41 pm
As the third male ducked through the doorway and waved before disappearing down the hall, Spencer jumped. How long had he been there? Why was he there? His heart was beating quickly, mostly because of the shock caused by the unnoticed stranger. Probably his roomate. Had he been so concentrated on Damien that he didn't notice? He owed the other, and would have to try his best to gain his friendship. With a small shake of his head, his brown eyes looked back to the male in front of him. He didn't have to look up very much, for the human wasn't that much taller.
Hearing that he had thought he had done something wrong made him quickly shake his head. "No, that's not it at all!" He exclaimed, only then realizing how loud his voice had gotten. He smiled childishly, like when little kids do something bad. "I.. I f-felt weird.. C-cause we kissed.." He mumbled, eyes looking around a bit. "A-and I really liked it." He whispered, eyes glancing up to look at those of the other. There. He had said it. Confessed his true liking for the joining of their lips. A small, shy smile occupied his lips, his eyes soon glancing down at the bag.
His mind went elsewhere, and he looked so concentrated on the bag in his hand. He could imagine taking hold of the strap, then being pulled into a passionate kiss. In a way, that's exactly what he wanted to happen. He snapped out of his short day dream, and wrapped his hand around the strap to his bag. His eyes glanced up at Damien's, who was looking down at his hand. So he just pulled the bag out of the other's grip and turned around. "Y-you can come in i-if you wa-want." He studdered, walking further into the room and dropping his bags onto his bed with the others.
There, this was the real Spencer. Shy and sweet. He had seemed so confident before, and felt proud of himself for keeping it up that long. But now.. Now he knew that he had a crush on Damien. He talked like that to girls he liked, stammering, yet beckoning for them to come closer. His wings stretched, like one does with their arms when they first wake up, then settled down again. He turned around towards the doorway to see if the other had taken him up on the offer, which he really hoped he had. He wanted to kiss Damien again. He kept telling himself that this was just because he had lacked romantic interests lately.. Or because he just wanted to sure if he was gay or not. But deep inside, he already knew that it was because he was indeed gay, or bisexual at least, and he wanted Damien.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:13 pm
“Oh you did, did you?” Damien questioned rhetorically. A slow, much calmer smile slipped it’s way onto his face as he accepted the boy’s invitation and followed him into the room, letting the door close behind himself. Crimson gaze drifted around the room until he stretched his arms toward the ceiling, yet again, eyes closing as he yawned widely. A tired noise came from somewhere within his throat and he let his arms back to his sides. Geh. ‘This is what I get for sleeping in all summer,’ he thought with a tinge of annoyance, shaking his head. It was true that he usually woke with the sun, early morning lessons and such. But, the pervious summer, all his lessons had been cancelled after he’d told his students’ parents that he was going to a boarding school. So, naturally, he’d decided to take a break from all of his mornings. The price of that was paid on his first morning at Sinful Wings. After completely ruining his sleeping pattern, waking up before the sun was, well, tiring. He sat himself down on the edge of what he assumed was Spencer’s bed, saying as that was where the other had placed his things. Resting both arms, bent, on his legs, he shifted his tired gaze in Spencer’s direction. ‘What were we talking about again...?’ Damien blinked. ‘Ah, yes...’
“But you know...” he continued, reaching out and hooking two fingers in the back of Spencer’s shirt collar. “It would probably be even better if both of us were... Let’s say, more prepared?” His accent had faded back again, and a coy smile had crawled onto his lips. He tugged on the back of Spencer’s shirt, not hard enough to choke him, but just to pull him backward onto the bed. It didn’t seem to occur to him that Spencer might actually fall onto the bed. But, if that were the case, he would simply pull him back up and apologize multiple times, feeling like a complete idiot. Finally, they were sitting next to each other, just as they’d been back on the stairs. That, and Damien had finally figured out that this was happening, and, with his optimistic personality, it wasn’t going to end anytime soon.
As soft, happy sigh slipped from Damien’s lip. So if Spencer liked the kiss[es], than that meant that he liked Damien, right? Or... He just liked kissing people who were basically strangers. But his personality didn’t exactly portray anything like that. Or at all. And to go against even that statement, anything was possible. Gently, Damien ran one of his fingers along the bridge of one of Spencer’s wings, a true smile, again, gracing his lips. His wings were still so soft!! And with that thought, he ran his hand down the boy’s wings, careful not to upset any of the feathers, and treating the ligaments as though they were priceless treasures made from the finest glass. And, in a way, they were just that. A treasured gift from God or genetics, he supposed. Though his belief in God had grown scarce through his life, and with what had happened to him, it wasn’t all that surprising. If he was supposed to protect mankind, where had he been for Damien? Or Daemon*? Or- Maybe he was going a little overboard with this. After all, through bad times for some people, there were good times for others. And it wasn’t as though he’d be able to watch every single person on the Earth. Only Santa Clause could do that. And that was why Damien had stopped believing in him as well. Nothing good had ever really happened to this Webster family on Christmas, but they all had at least somewhat higher spirits then. No presents, or trees... It suddenly made sense that Damien was supposed to charge for lessons. And, again, he realized that it may be a good idea to get back to the events at hand. He looked back to Spencer, his hand going down to the bedding between them, though it automatically missed the feel of the boy’s smooth, feathery wings. Moving ‘til their noses touched again, Damien blinked once, his expression going to that same distant one of earlier, though a hint of curiosity lingered in those crimson orbs. “So... Care to take me up on that offer?” He seemed rather dedicated to this subject. But it was normal for him to do something similar. He was stubborn like that. ((*DX Not Daemon Tirue.))
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:43 pm
The response he had recieved from Damien was not at all what Spencer had expected. 'Oh you did, did you?' That was all? He was expecting a little grin, a blush perhaps. A question against his previous statement of sexuality. But no, he just got this statement, with a nice calm smile. It was odd.. But he was actually quite pleased that the other didn't try to pry into things he had said, but just let it go. Deep brown optics found themselves glued to the other boy's body as he closed the door behind him, walking further in. He felt relieved that he stayed, but at the same time, he had been expecting that. He doubted that the boy would laugh or make some rude comment, then just leave. Damien wasn't like that, at least from what he could tell. It was only then that it hit him - they hadn't even known each other for a day. Though it felt like forever, it had been completely dismissed in his mind how long it had actually been from the time they met to now. But, already, he felt his sexuality had been changed, and that he wanted this male, in a way he usually didn't want other males.
He was so occupied with thoughts in his head that it hadn't occured to him that he was still staring at Damien, in a day-dreaming sort of way. He blinked, shaking his head again, seeing he was already on the bed. He turned around for a second, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, soon letting it rush out in between his lips slowly. He needed to calm down. So what if he was in his dormroom, alone, with the boy he seemed to have quite a liking for, who just happened to be sitting on his bed? If you're thinking he was worried about sex, that wasn't it at all. He was just nervous, of how all this would end up. Of how he would handle it. Maybe he would just stammer to death. He grinned slightly to himself. Stammer to death? That would be interesting.
He could feel a bit of pressure applied to the back of his shirt collar. He blinked, not exactly sure what was going on. He hadn't heard what was first said, but the second part was all he really needed. He smiled, knowing exactly what he meant, and what was to happen. When he was pulled back, he willingly let the force, with some help from gravity, let him fall onto his bed, though he stayed in a seated position. The bed jumped a bit, making one of his bags drop off the edge of the bed. He didn't care. More room for them, then. He was still smiling, his cheeks a deep pink. His heart was pounding madly against his chest, as if hoping to break free. He could feel his face heat up, as if he were sitting in a sauna. He didn't have butterflies in his stomach, instead, he had big birds. Crows, maybe. Fluttering so much it made him sick.. But still, it wasn't enough to make him throw up. Actually, he enjoyed the feeling. He enjoyed it quite a bit.
The sudden movement of his hand made Spencer forget about all the sensations in his body, and just think about what was going on right there and then. Which was Damien's hand on his wing. His eyes gazed into those of the other, enjoying the gentle touch of his hand to his wing. It felt nice, soothing in a way. He couldn't look away from the crimson orbs belonging to the other, they seemed so intriguing, so amazingly beautiful. Gentle shivers crawled up his spine as the feeling of his wing was continued, and in a way he was saddened when the attention to his wings was gone. But, what came next, was actually much better than that, anyway.
Their noses were pressed up against each other once more, as they had been once before. He knew what was comming next, and even without hearing the question, which he had zoned out with his memories of the kiss shared between the two not too long ago. The noses together, the distant look on his face, he knew that they were going to kiss. Another sweet, blissful kiss. His eyes closed, one hand settling down gently on that of the other on the bed, while his other hand gently cupped the boy's cheek. He moved his nose to the side slightly, his lips pressing up against the other's. The connection tugged at his nerves, sending a shock through his body which he had missed since the other two kisses. He loved it, just like the other two times. He was finally able to express himself openly. He didn't want to think about having to explain himself after this was over. No, he was enjoying this way too much.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 8:16 pm
Mitsukai nodded at the new boy with a slightly interested gaze. He was boldly outgoing, it seemed, though not unpleasently so. But the constant tugging and twisting of his shirt irritated the now more proper facade of the person Mitsukai was, and he exented a hand with coollness. He placed his pale hand over the others, in order to make him release the cloth, and then the hand was withdrawn as though the contact was never made.
"I don't mind," he said, looking to Moroi for agreement. "Do you have your schedule with you?"
He was attempting to be helpful and kind without seeming unintelligent. He didn't want to open up to the other boy, but he wanted to seem like a nicer person than he was coming off as. He attempted to unfold his arms, which made him look grumpy, and instead they fluttered for a moment, suspended, as if he was unsure of what to do with them, before they buried themselves in his pocket, despite how unregal it came off as.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:33 pm
Moroi’s tail swished to either side rhythmically, as it always seemed to do, but the boy’s ears stayed pressed flat against his head, as though trying to bury themselves in his silvery hair. Still, despite having witnessed Mitsukai like this multiple times before, he didn’t think he would ever be able to get used to it. He liked the older boy when he was acting... Normal. In Moroi’s eyes it was normal, at least. It seemed that Mitsukai only acted like that around Moroi himself. Of course, the young neko-jinn had yet to figure this out. Crystally blue eyes drifted in Bridget’s direction and he blinked slowly. Curiously. Why hadn’t the boy just asked he and Mitsukai if they knew which way his dormitory would be? After all, that would have been easier, and he probably wouldn’t have gotten as fretful as he seemed. Maybe he was just shy...?
When Mitsukai spoke up was when he realized that he had been silent for the whole ordeal, and hadn’t seemed to notice. Odd, since he was usually the one who didn’t wait more than a split second to reply to something another person said. So when he looked up at Mitsukai, he merely nodded, smiled, and said nothing. It was as though he didn’t believe this boy truly was the one he’d grown to know and love over the past year. That he was someone completely different when he didn’t act as he did around Moroi, and it was uncomfortable. As his elder tried to switch the position of his arms, he was tempted to take the boy’s hand, but held himself back from that, instead, simply wrapping his tail around Mitsukai’s wrist, contented smile still in place. ((DX Nooo~!! He’s become so much more mature.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:50 pm
Bridget swallowed when Mitsukai had ceased his shirt crumpling. It must be irritating…OH NO! I irritated him! What if he hates me and thinks I’m annoying?!?! No, no, no! I can’t make enemies on my first day! That’s horrible!!! ACK! They’re staring at you! Hurry up and say something already! And don’t fidget! His pale cheeks brightly lit up, more from the sheer thought that he was making a spectacle of himself then anything. He giggled nervously, giving them both a toothy grin, as he searched in his pocket for a folded paper. He began unfolding the many folds, to reveal his schedule, as he held it out to Moroi and Mitsukai.
“….Um, yes, right here. I hope creases don’t bother you….I mean, I’m really sorry if they do, because it’s full of them…maybe I shouldn’t have folded it, eh? Heh heh heh heh heh. Again, thank you SO much for helping me out. Aha,” the green haired boy smiled, bopping himself lightly in the head, “I guess I have new kid luck.”
Bridget was trying his best not to grab his shirt to fiddle with it. It was plain to see, because his fingers were twitching slightly, and he kept biting his lip nervously. He took a deep breath. He needed to calm down. These were his fellow peers and maybe classmates. He should learn to relax in their presence if he had hopped to stay cool during class.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:28 pm
Damien’s smile made his eyes glow. It was often the only way other people saw his true smile. His expression would stay as it was, whether serious or playful, and the burning coals of a fire would glow in thee back of his entrancing crimson eyes. Just as they were now. His eyes eased closed, to rest at only a crack as he watched Spencer’s pale face. He wondered, did the boy’s skin feel as soft as it looked? He lifted his free hand, just as the other boy had done, and put it to the side of Spencer’s face. With that, he found that the boy’s skin truly was as smooth as the silk it seemed to be woven with. In all ways, he seemed to be the personification of perfection. An angel... How ironic, that such an angelic ‘boy’, in personality, was an angel. But it did make things simpler. Instead of saying that Spencer was an angel in a boy’s body, or something to that effect, he could simply say that the boy was an angel. His angel...
Somewhere in the split second after this thought, another of Damien’s long-lost memories ad resurfaced. An unpleasant on, most unfortunately. The boy’s eyes widened and he tore his lips from Spencer’s, accidentally helping himself to fall to the floor, and wiping his mouth across the back of his hand. His whole body was shaking, and he was just staring at his hand, a seemingly horrified expression on his face. What had just happened was not an uncommon event in the Webster house, for it happened to both Damien and Daemon at least once a month. Normally, their mother would just stick whichever one of them in a vacant room until they calmed down and got over the relived memories. But there was no mother here. There was only Spencer with him. The other people, both student and teachers, would be scattered through the halls. It was the first day. The nurse probably wasn’t even in his office, though he wouldn’t know what to do anyway. Not that Damien remembered any of this. He didn’t remember anything...
“Where am I?” He sounded like a child, somewhere they didn’t recognize. Weak, desperate, frightened. The poor boy’s image even seemed to portray this. Crimson eyes were wide, darting around the room as though he was trying to find a way out. That was until those once passion-glazed eyes came to rest on Spencer and something clicked in his mind. This boy was good. Kind. He wasn’t going to do anything to harm Damien. After reliving whatever had happened, he had been reverted back to his child self. Back to when the abuse had taken place. It was as though someone had pressed a reset button in his mind, and for the next several minutes, he would retrieve bits and pieces of his memory from his time at Sinful Wings. Just as what happened back with his patient mother, well, at least he had thought she was patient, anyway. Damien’s eyes and body slowly calmed as he watched Spencer. Then, a more curious expression overtook his features, and he tilted his head to the side. “Who are you...?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 5:28 pm
The gentle touch of a warm hand to his maybe even warmer cheek felt good to Spencer, he enjoyed it. He loved gentle embraces, especially if they came from someone he cared about. He liked the way Damien ran his fingers over his wings earlier, the way they held each other when he flew them up to the top of the staircase, and the way his hand was cupping his cheek right now. He liked small, sweet things. Maybe that's what made him so angelic. Some boys liked things rough and kinky. They'd flirt nonstop and grab girl's buttcheeks. But this angel wasn't like that at all. He preferred cuddling to mad touchy-feely make out scenes, anyday.
Spencer felt as though he were on cloud nine. It felt so good to be this close to the boy, to be this close to anyone, really. But, the kiss was suddenly ended. At first, the male just stayed in the same position, feeling the gentle tingle in his lips and on his cheek, as if they were begging to be touched again. He was confused, and his heart skipped a beat. What was going on? Had he done something wrong, again? He finally let his eyes open up. Had he really been so into the kiss that he didn't realize that the other boy was on the ground? He gasped, jumping to his feet. His lips formed words, but no sound escaped him. He was staring at his hand, and he had noticed before how he run that very hand across his lips. He could feel his bottom lip trembling.. He really was a bad kisser, then. Or maybe he hadn't want to kiss at all, but got into it before realizing that he didn't want this at all. Maybe he had a boyfriend!
All these thoughts were running through his head as he mentally scolded himself for doing this. Just when he had thought he found what he wanted, he screwed it up. His vision was going fuzzy, as though he were about to cry. Had he really been that attatched? The sound of the other's voice, however, somehow soothed him. He looked down at the boy, raising an eyebrow at his question. What did he mean? Where else would he be? "Um... In my dormroom?" He said, a questioning tone to his voice as to why such a question even needed to be asked. Maybe he had banged his head on the side table? Or on the floor?
The next question stabbed a dagger into his heart. What, he already forgot who he was? Maybe the wings would give a clue.. Not everyday a human met an angel. He could feel his bottom lip trembling again, his eyes looking around the room a bit before back down into those of the other. Oh, those crimson orbs.. "Spencer.." He mumbled, as if stating something so obvious. It actually showed how much this hurt him in his tone of voice. A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he sat down on his bed once more. "Are you okay?" He asked, eyes staring blankly ahead at the wall across his room, before looking down at Damien again. Of course he wanted him to be okay. But then again, if he wasn't okay.. Maybe this was all part of his injury. Maybe he did remember..
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:11 pm
Mitsukai took the paper, deciding to overlook the wrinkles. Though he held it in his hand, crimson eyes didn't immediatly turn to the paper, but instead focused on the boy who had handed it to him. He seemed shy, very nervous, his whole body almost seeming to quake. But he was pushing himself to be calm, stay cool in front of them. He was new, and that meant he didn't yet have any friends. He was trying to make a good impression on them, the first people he probably met.
"Its fine. Come on," he said, turning, then becoming the silent Moroi's tail wrapped around his arm, as it often was. He smiled at him, softly, his gaze traveling the others face and lingering upon the innocent eyes and lovely lips. "This way." The hallway, as he turned, seemed longer, and he sighed as though the path were a terrible journey ahead of him. Silly thing to think really.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 6:00 pm
‘You’re name is Damien Trial Webster. You live with your mother and brother. You are... Sixteen-years-old? Seventeen? Eighteen? A-and you’re in this boy’s dorm room in... In...’ That was all he could remember, really. That and a few clips and flashes of his younger like. He was stuck in a stage between reviving and reliving his memories. By now, he had forgotten the abuse and anything like that, and was recovering things about his mother and brother slowly but surely. Yet he didn’t remember anything about the school or of Spencer, or even of his memory problem. Truly, a terrible position to be in. Crimson eyes drifted around the room slowly, trying to find something that would be familiar. The bags, the bed, dresser, side-table... Aha! Damien’s eyes settled on Spencer’s wings, and yet another piece of his memory’s puzzle fell into place. He remembered the sensation of running his hand along the silky feathers, the fluttering movement that had ruffled Spencer’s hair, as well as his own, with his close proximity. Ah, yes! So that was the angel’s name...
“Spencer,” he said softly, as the same time the other said it, as though testing the feel of the name on his tongue, He liked it. It was a nice name, and he found it fun to say. But, as all good things must come to an end, Damien soon recounted how Spencer had sounded when he’d voiced his own name. He seemed... Sad. No! That wasn’t right! He wasn’t supposed to be sad! Or sound sad! Because that meant that something bad had happened! But... But he didn’t seem really sad until Damien had asked that second question. That was when he both sounded and looked sad. But... Wouldn’t that mean that Damien had done something wrong, then?! He hadn’t known the boy’s name, though! So it had only been right to ask! And that was when yet another thing clicked in his lost memories. His mother telling both Daemon and Damien about their little ‘mental’ problem after she’d witnessed it so many times. They had lacked the money to go to the hospital. That would have probably made things easier.
When hearing the question Spencer had posed, Damien let a slow, sad smile take over his lips, crimson eyes still gazing in Spencer’s direction. So now that he remembered his strange disability, it was much easier to piece together the puzzle. Obviously, he meant something to Spencer, by the way he answered Damien’s second question. So of course, that bit would make sense that he would be so hurt with the boy forgetting his name. That, and because Damien had taken his sweet, precious time to tell Spencer about something like that, while he was going to have an attack that very same day. Not that he knew it. Amazingly, thinking all this through took not more than a few seconds.
“Yes... I’m fine, but, Spencer? There’s something I think I have to tell you,” he said, standing from his place on the floor and moving to sit next to the slightly shorter boy yet again. It seemed comforting, in some strange way. Biting at his lower lip, he looked toward Spencer, not completely turning to him, trying to replace his semi-uncomfortable expression to a more relaxed one, and failing miserably. “You see... I don’t really remember anything about you right now... I have a sort of mental disorder that cause me to... To relive something bad that happened in my life.” He may have been ready to tell him about this, but he hadn’t ever talked to a single person align his repressed memories and what of his horrible father he would still remember. “It was usually something so bad, that I don’t remember of it anymore. And, well, whenever something like this happens, I forget a lot of my life for a few minutes to over an hour. So... So I think that’s what happened, and I’m so, sosososo sorry if... If I scared you or hurt you or anything... With what I did.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 7:45 pm
When Spencer had said his name, he noticed that his voice wasn't alone. So he did remember! It made his heart flutter, just hearing him say his name. It sounded so good comming from his lips. It sounded quite bad when his mother yelled it form across the house, "Spencer James Dowie!" She always turned so red when she got mad at him.. Which wasn't very often. He was a good kid, really. He was just forgetful every now and then when it came to chores. But then again, wasn't every child?
Spencer was relieved to hear that he was alright. He didn't want him to have hurt himself. But then again.. That meant he had just forgotten. One of the main reasons this hurt so much was that the angel hated being forgotten. His own father had forgotten his name, when he went to visit him once. People that meant the world to him, like past lovers and such, sometimes forgot him completely when he said hi to them a couple of years later. He didn't like being forgotten. He wanted to be someone's everything. Not just another face in the crowd.
The angel could feel the nervous feeling build up in his stomach as the words "there's something I think I have to tell you" left the other's lips. Maybe he was already taken. Maybe he wasn't okay with the whole angel thing. Maybe he had only been acting nice before, but really didn't like him at all. His eyes gazed into those of the others, as if searching for an answer within the deep pools of crimson red. His next words shot at the boy, stabbed him in the heart, then, just in case, kicked him in the stomach. Of course, he was calmed down a bit by the next few words. He felt bad for the boy, really, having a disability like that. His head nodded slowly, comprehending what he was saying. Let's just hope it's only a few more minutes.. He thought, his head soon shaking when the boy said that he was sorry.
"No need to be. It's not your fault." The boy said softly, a small smile forming on his lips. "If anything, I should be sorry for acting so strangely. I just thought that you randomly forgot who in the world I was." He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders briefly as his eyes looked around his dormroom. After a brief few seconds of silence, his lips parted once more. "Is there anything I could do to help you?" He asked. Some would take advantage of this, tell a boy in this situation that they were his boyfriend. But that thought didn't even cross Spencer's mind. He wouldn't lie to him. He wasn't sure what they actually were, anyway. They seemed to be kissing quite a bit.. Were they really together?
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The Pancake Conspiracy Crew
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:34 am
That small smile that had crawled slowly onto Moroi’s face quickly doubled as Mitsukai smiled at him, crimson eyes seeming to drop the facade for a moment. He was glad for that. Smiling, in his usually childish way, was usually a facile effort, but when Mitsukai was acting something like this, it seemed more difficult. As though the older boy meant enough that Moroi’s happiness depended on Mitsukai’s. But that was a silly thing to think. Why would someone’s mood depend on someone else’s...? Well, Mitsukai was a rather important figure to him. So of course his mood would differ somewhat, but to the point that a simple change in attitude would drop his own mood into the gutter... That was just crazy.
Moroi turned as well, momentarily trying to catch a glimpse of the scrap of paper over Mitsukai’s shoulder, but failed due to his height, which was a good deal shorter than Mitsukai himself. So, just as he figured out that he would be able to just look around the older boy, he heard another voice call out for help. The voice seemed younger, a good bit more high-pitched than even Moroi’s himself. He blinked, then turned, and went to say something, when those sharp neko ears picked up on yet another voice, from another person he didn’t know.
‘They won’t help you, trust me.’ Tears sprang to the young neko’s eyes. Why would anyone say something like that?! He... He didn’t even know who Moroi was. Watery violet-blue eyes went toward the ground and he wiped a hand across his eyes. It wasn’t until he felt a slight tug on his tail that he realized Mitsukai was probably still moving, after seeing one boy help the other. So he didn’t need help anymore, at least. There wasn’t a problem. But still, those hurtful words were burned into the normally hypnagogic neko-jinn’s subconscious as he hurriedly caught up with his fellow classmate, tugging Mitsukai’s hand out of his pocket and taking it in his own, despite the way that the elder usually shied away from that touch when they were with anyone else. ((xP Oh the drama. Oh, oh, lookie!! ~points~ It’s long! xD For once!)) A smile formed on Damien’s own fairly-tanned face. He let his head dip slightly, now facing the carpetted ground. Those soft-but-serious crimson eyes slowly drifted shut, and he listened. Not only to Spencer’s voice, but to the man-made world around them, as well as what was outside even the school. A bird singing it’s light as airy tune. The students outside, shatter away. A soft breeze blowing through the courtyard as well as the front of the school, bringing with it the threat of winter in it’s chill, and pushing a branch to scratch against the school’s stone walls. So that was it. He was just listening and watching more of his memories replay themselves on the backs of his eyelids. That was until there was a light that shone brightly enough to wake him from his trance. Crimson eyes slipped open a crack, and he glanced toward the window. Why the lake? Why did the school have a lake of all things?! And why was Spencer’s dorms one of the ones that had to be overlooking it? Because... because that would make visiting the other boy rather irritating, with his hate and fear of all things reflective.
This time, same as many times before, he was gaining his memories in no pattern whatsoever. Getting off the bus, proving to Spencer that he was in a lifelong battle with gravity. Or stairs. The first time when he and his brother had gone into a public restroom after the ‘incidents’. How he’d panicked. Then when he’d walked down the student dormitory hall, that suddenly transformed to the sidewalk outside the school, where he was spinning in dizzy circled before collapsing against the strong, iron bars of the fence around the school. He looked away from the window and turned toward Spencer, still smiling slightly. He recollected what the other had said, and his smile only got sweeter, though it seemed to carry a of sad note to it. Strangely, he’d gathered the emotions felt throughout that day. Nervousness, excitement, worry, and so many others. He lifted one hand and gently took a few strands of his friend’s chocolate hair, before simply letting them fall. It was an odd movement, but it seemed to hold some sort of deeper meaning. Or something of the like. “I could never do something like that. Not randomly, at least.”
The question, however, forced him to think at least a little bit. What was it that his brother would do...? Dammit, he couldn’t remember! And that was a problem with his condition as well. Often times, things would just disappear. Not get repressed, they would completely vanish. Without a trace. And to help that... Of course! His brother would tell him anything that had happened that day. Or, what had happened when they’d been in each others’ presences, anyway. “Yes, Spencer. There actually is something you can do for me.” He smiled at the boy, seeming to have the utmost confidence that he would do this task Damien was about to bestow upon him. “I need you to tell me everything that happened to either of us since I met you.”
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