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 Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 8:06 am
(( I'm sad. I had most of this all typed up and ready to go, but I left the file on a computer back in Maine. Oh well. ))
Think of me,
Think of me fondly,
When we've said goodbye.
Remember me, once in a while,
Please, promise me
You'll try.
When you find
That once again, you long
To take your heart back
And be free,
If you ever find
A moment,
Apare a thought for me.
We never said
Our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea,
But if you can still
Remember
Stop and think of me...
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen -
Don't think about the things
Which might have been...
Think of me,
Think of me waking,
Silent and Resigned.
Imagine me,
Trying too hard
To put you
From my mind.
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the things
We'll never do.
There will never be
A day, when
I won't think
Of you...
We never said
Our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea,
But if you can still
Remember
Stop and think of me...
Malachite's voice cracked a bit as the song ended. He brushed a hand across his face. Than and Rayen had crept into Malachite's bedroom while their older "sibling" was preoccupied, and though he knew they were there, he didn't acknowledge them in any way. He simply went back to working on a new necklace as the stereo moved onto the next song.
Rayen knelt beside the teen's chair while Than peered over Mal's shoulder. "You're thinking about him, again, aren't you?" Rayen asked. His speech was getting better with plenty of therapy, though when he was feeling lazy, he resorted to broken English.
"Hmm?" Mal didn't look up.
The felinoid frowned thoughtfully, but couldn't recall the name he was searching for. "What's-his-face."
"There are lots of 'what's-his-faces' around here, dear."
"I knooww, but... the one you like."
"... Suki?" Than repeated in Japanese. Considering the family's tendency to watch anime constantly, the blond had picked up a few words of the language. As it was, he usually only spoke one or two at a time. None of the Karletians had ever heard him say a complete sentence in either English or Japanese.
"Mmm." The corners of Mal's lips quirked in a soft smile. "Daisuki," he said, emphasizing the first syllable, indicating that it was someone he really liked.
"See, you know who I mean!" Rayen pouted. "You're thinking about him."
"Yeah... I had an odd dream, last night," Malachite said, threading another bead onto the wire he was working with. "I dreamed he didn't come back."
"What happened?" The felinoid tilted his head.
"A lot of things happened." Mal paused in his work and frowned. "But I went to see someone... and begged him to bring Tristin back."
"Did he?"
"I don't know," the teen murmured. "I just remember being in utter disbelief... of going completely ballistic, and all I could think about was him. I woke up before the dream could finish." He didn't bother mentioning the gory details of the dream, or that he'd awoken in tears.
Than eyed the broken lamp on the floor beside the nightstand. The pieces had been pushed to the side. "Night...mare..."
"Mmm," Mal agreed, reaching behind him to stroke at the blond's hair. "I think it's the worse nightmare I've ever had. Adrian came to see what the noise was about," he said, nodding towards the lamp.
"He made it all better, right?" Rayen asked softly.
Mal gave him a faint smile. "He made it better, yes." But not all better, he added silently. He was still shaken from how close he'd come to killing his guardian, in the dream, when Adrian told him that Tristin was dead.
The felinoid rubbed his head against Malachite's knee, bringing the teen out of his thoughts. "Think Tristin will come back?"
With a deep sigh, Malachite whispered, "I hope so."
Malachite turned back to his work, and Rayen sat up to watch. Than stayed for another few minutes before he wandered out of the room and headed down the stairs.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 2:09 pm
(( I... haven't written in a really long while. So I'm sorry if it's overly obvious. =D;;;; ))
Mal and Rayen turned with startled expressions on their faces as Than burst into the room, his chest heaving. After a few quick breaths, it was clear that Than wouldn't be able to get a word out.
"Breathe," Malachite reminded the blond.
Rayen crawled forward and peered up at Than's face, waiting for the boy's panting to stop.
"He-- He--" Than continued taking deep breaths, but still no luck.
Mal set the necklace down, thinking to himself that he would've been done with it if he hadn't been interrupted. He turned to give Than his full attention. "Breathe," he repeated.
Than took another deep breath and let it out slowly. "He's here," he said. "'Came back."
"Who?"
Than took Mal's hand and tugged it, urging the teen to his feet. Mal complied and followed the blond's lead. Rayen followed behind them.
They stopped at the top of the stairs and Than pointed down to the first floor. Mal saw Soco first. And then his gaze landed on hair that was a peculiar, yet familiar, shade of blue, and eyes the color of yellow sapphire.
He did not descend the stairs in a sweeping, melodramatic manner. The rational and rarely consulted masculine part of him reasoned that he had waited on Tristin for so long that maintaining his composure and making the other teen wait would be penance enough.
Mal started down the stairs, with Than following behind. The blond was still wary of the person he'd tried to suffocate -- especially where it was Mal's person. He decided it was a good thing he hadn't killed Tristin.
Rayen scurried past Mal and Than on all fours and began circling the not-so-new person, investigating him silently. "Oohh," he murmured to himself. "Still smell the same, but you're bigger."
Tristin chuckled and reached down to fluff Rayen's hair. "You've gotten a little bit bigger, too, since I last saw you," he said, remembering his brief stay with the Karlet's some months ago.
Rayen smiled at the attention before settling at Soco's feet.
When they reached the first floor, Than left Mal's side and went to stand just behind Soco for protection.
Malachite and Tristin stood face-to-face for the first time in months. Tristin looked nervous, running his hand through his hair. Malachite's expression was serious as he stared up at Tristin. The tension between the two wasn't lost on the trio observing this silent stare down.
The moment was broken as Malachite's fist pulled back and then suddenly connected with Tristin's face with an audible CRACK. Than flinched, but Soco's stoic expression didn't change.
Tristin touched his cheek gingerly. "I deserved that," he admitted.
Malachite leaned up and wrapped his arms around Tristin just as suddenly as he had punched him. "Boyfriends," Mal paused as his voice cracked, "don't go for weeks without talking to each other. You were the one who decided that that's what we were. So why--"
"Because I'm an idiot," Tristin interrupted, returning the embrace. "And I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again if I can help it."
Mal shook his head and hid his face against Tristin's shoulder. "I'll forgive you, this time."
"That's all I ask.~*~
TIME WARP TO PRESENT DAY
~*~ Malachite It's been a while. It's not completely my fault, though. A lot has happened since my last entry.
The big thing is that we've moved out of Kanth's mansion! My journal got tossed in a box so I haven't been able to get at it until now. Adrian had been threatening to move out since before he adopted me and he finally made good on it. He announced it during the holiday season and started the search for a new house, and now we're all moved in. What made everything easier is that Hana and Kaleb have moved out into dormitories. Neither know what they're going to study, but they have their own jobs and money and could even get their own apartments if they wanted to.
Right now it's just me, Adrian, Tristin, Than, Soco, Rayen, and a few others living in this house. It's a lot smaller than some of us kids are used to. Adrian likes it, but then again he's used to living in small places. It's big enough for all of us (barely) and there is still enough to do that Soco can still play housekeeper. We're not letting him leave any time soon because we love him and want him to stay.
Which reminds me, Tristin's living with us, again. I'm really glad that he's okay and all, but I was really put out that he never got in touch with us at all while he was MIA... a lot like that guy Adrian used to like. I hated Nik, but Adrian's not pursuing him anymore which makes me happy. And Adrian's happier, too, which is even better.
Tristin is doing well. He has a job and he's happy to be here. We're still "together," technically. When we were little he just up and decided that we were together, and we never broke up, so... He hasn't changed a lot. He's still immature as ever. But he's also bitter. He's wary around girls and women - not that we're around them too often. Adrian says it has something to do with Mr. Nothing's last fling before he up and left.
Adrian and I have been going to therapy. We meet together and individually with Dr. Brenda Su. She's a really nice lady and I think she's helped us a lot. I'm fine and mostly go now for Adrian's sake. Adrian is still working on getting over his issues - guilt and stuff. She hasn't judged him, which I think is what he was most scared of. And he's obviously not in jail. So things are good.
The only thing is... we haven't told Tristin. I can't decide whether or not we should. Dr. Brenda says we can bring him to one of our meetings and get it out that way. I think it would be a lot better to do it there than here at home. He'll be really upset. If we don't tell him... I don't know. Would he ever find out? Maybe, maybe not, I really really really hope not. All Adrian can do is admit he made a mistake and everything, but Tristin will still be furious.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 11:50 am
Malachite - April 12, 2007 There's a little local theater group in town that wants to put on RENT! =D They have open auditions coming up and I think I might go. I've never been in a play before or done any acting... but I learn quickly. And I can sing and dance. I'm nervous but excited at the same time. I'm not really sure what part I want to audition for, but everyone thinks I should try out for Angel. =P Can't imagine why.
Which leads to something I've kind of been thinking about for a while. I started dressing this way just because I could -- Adrian let me. I haven't grown out of it, probably because my friends and people I meet up with don't care how I dress. I've tried dressing like a guy on occasion, with little to no make up. Everyone liked that, too. Except me. It felt really foreign and I felt out of place. So, I think I'll stick with what's comfortable.
As far as gender bending goes, cross dressing is as far as I'm willing to go. No boobies, please. And I like my equipment the way it is. Eww. Excuse me while I shudder at the thought of having a v****a. There's nothing wrong with girls; I just don't want to be one and I'm not attracted to them at all.
Other than that, not too much going on lately, so I'll wrap up this entry here. ^^
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 8:23 pm
Adrian's weird in that he associates different things with different people or past memories. It's a problem when those memories are bad and painful. I knew that asking him to help me get ready for the audition was a bad idea -- thanks to the last a*****e being the one to introduce him to RENT -- but Adrian knows the lines just as well as I do. And, if I get the part I want, there's no way around one particular song that had been one of Adrian's favorites.
I asked him about it, anyway. "Babe," he said to me, "this is more important to me than my petty..." His hand worked in the air as he tried to come up with a word. "This is more important than me being petty. Let's leave it at that."
So we'd been practicing for a little while and had fun with it. Then Adrian came down with a bad head and neck ache that wouldn't go away. We finally got him to go to the doctor.
Then, the next thing I know, Soco's telling me Adrian's up and left for the emergency room without telling any of us. Tristin had apparently left a few minutes before Soco told me, so I rushed out and tried to catch up with him. I didn't see him anywhere, so I decided to take my time -- these boots ain't made for walking or running, really. Boots with clunky heels are uncomfortable to walk in for long periods of time, but I didn't think to take the time to change into something more comfortable.
Silly me, I tried to go to the front entrance of the hospital, which was locked. So I had to walk all the way around to the emergency room entrance, where I ran into Tristin.
By the look on his face, I was afraid Adrian had taken a turn for the worse. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"He's fine," Tristin said, his voice cracking. "They think it's meningitis or some s**t, so they want to do a spinal tap."
I just blinked at him. "If that's your definition of 'fine,' I'd hate to hear what 'critical' is."
"He told me." Tristin paused, wouldn't look me in the eye. "He told me what he did to you."
It took a moment to register. And then my first thought was, Oh, s**t.
"Oh," was all I could manage for a moment. I was torn. I wanted to see how Adrian was, but I had a very distraught quasi-boyfriend who needed me, too. Ugh. Relationships are annoying.
He looked horrible and I felt helpless to do anything standing there like we were. I took a quick glance out over the parking lot and spotted the family car. "Let's go sit and talk for a bit."
"No, it's okay."
"That wasn't a polite suggestion," I said, giving him a look. I took his hand -- it was shaking -- and pulled him along in the direction of the car. He didn't argue and let me lead him there.
Adrian's never been good about locking the car, so of course it was unlocked. We slid into the backseat and shut the door behind us. Tristin just stared out the window blankly, his jaw taut. I could tell this wasn't going to be easy.
"Look," I started with a deep breath. "I wanted to take you to one of our appointments with us so that we could get this all out with someone who knows how to handle these things. I guess Adrian thought now was a better time. I've wanted to tell you ever since you got back, but..." I let my words hang.
Tristin asked quietly, "But what?"
"I was afraid of how you'd react. I knew you weren't going to react well, no matter how or when we told you." I still had his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze. "I'm sure you're angry, probably let down."
Tristin snorted and rubbed his free hand against his forehead. "That's an understatement," he muttered.
"I'm sorry," I said. "It was a mistake. It's been hanging over our heads--"
"It's not your fault!" he snapped. "You didn't do anything! So stop with this 'we' and 'our' s**t, alright?"
I nodded, looking away from him. "Okay." I took another breath. "I know... this makes things difficult. So if you don't want to stay at the house, we-- I'll understand."
Tristin sighed, leaning against me. "Where am I supposed to go?" he asked. "I'm not going back to the mansion. I don't have any friends besides you."
"I'd find you a place." I rested my chin on his shoulder. "Not gonna just leave you out on the street. Adrian... wants you to stay. I know he does. But if it's too uncomfortable for you--"
Tristin's sigh was more irritated this time as he scowled. "I'm not just gonna up and forgive him right away, but there's no way I'll be able to avoid him at the house. It's too damn small for that."
I gave him a half-smile. "You could be a typical teenager and lock yourself in your room. I'll bring you your meals."
"I don't think being a typical teenager would help things any." His hand came down to cover his eyes. It was a couple moments before he spoke again. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "I wasn't at first. I was a mess. But I'm better, now. Things have been better in recent months, even before you came back. And now that I don't have to worry about this anymore, they'll be even better. At least, that's what I'm hoping."
He kind of surprised me when he suddenly pulled me into a hug. I didn't say anything, just hugged back. I swear, I could feel the negative energy wash out of him in waves during those few moments. So, I did a little reiki work to balance out the energies -- nature abhors a vaccuum, afterall, and other bad energy could've moved in while he was vulnerable. And we just can't have that.
"I'll stay," he finally muttered. "Can't promise I'll get over this right away or get along with him, but I'll stay... for you."
I snorted softly. "Take as much time as you need," I said. "Maybe I'll take you to one of my appointments, anyway. Miss Su has heard a lot about you and would like to meet you."
"Sure," he said. And I was pleased at his willingness.
"Do you want to stay here while I go in and check on him?"
"No, I'll go in with you," he said. He pulled away, rubbing his hand over his eyes again. "I'll just stay in the waiting room."
"Okay."
So we went back into the ER and I got signed in at the desk. The nurse in charge gave me a funny look -- I guess she hadn't expected Adrian to have two different visitors. I told her I was his son -- but that probably threw her off even more, since I look nothing like Adrian or my "brother" in the waiting room.
She led me to where Adrian was lying on a bed. He looked up at me with surprise. "Oh, hello," he said, blinking.
"Hello yourself." I half-smirked.
His expression fell. "Did you run into Tristin on your way in?"
"I did."
"Oh."
"We talked," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "He's in the waiting room."
"Oh," Adrian repeated, a little surprised, again.
"Why didn't you wait to tell him? Until we were at Miss Su's office, I mean."
"Well, when they started threatening to do the spinal tap and the possible risk of death involved, not to mention the possible hospitalization involved if it was meningitis, I sort of panicked and decided to get it out of the way. And then another nurse came in after Tristin stormed out and suggested they test for mono before going through with such an invasive procedure as the spinal tap, so now I'm just waiting for the blood test to come back."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Mono? Is that bad?"
"I guess so. But I'll take a p***k of the finger before I risk my ability to walk."
"At least you didn't say what I thought you were going to."
"What, something about fingering my--"
"Yes, now shut up."
We were both grinning at that point when the doctor came in. He was surprised to see me, too. "Ah, is this your daughter?"
"No, just another one of my sons," Adrian answered, not missing a beat.
"Hi," I said with a wide smile, holding my hand out to the doctor. You'd better believe I'd just had my nails done that morning -- bright green with silver glitter. Mwahaha.
"I see," the doctor said, taking my hand briefly before letting it go. "Well, the good news is that you probably won't need the spinal tap. The bad news is that your test for mono came back positive. The better news is that you're going to have to have bedrest for a week and a month to recover, so no lifting, no working, and take it easy."
Adrian blinked at him. I think he was a bit shocked by all this. "Well..." He glanced up at the clock. "I can't decide if this was a waste of three hours of my life or not."
"Honestly, I'm not sure why your physician didn't do this test when you first went to him," the doctor admitted. "The nurse will be here in a moment to get your signature, and you're free to go."
After the doctor left, I caught Adrian staring at me. "I feel like a very stupid person," he proclaimed.
"You're not stupid," I said, reaching over and ruffling his hair, "just a little nutty. Now, get your clothes on before the nurse gets here."
He rolled out of the bed and slipped out of the hospital gown -- eww, why the hell do they make those things so ugly? Oh, right, blood and guts and stuff. Eww. Do not like hospitals. I prefer my "laying on of hands," thanks. He pulled on his shirt before glancing at me again. "Is Tristin going to maim me the moment I step outside?" he asked quietly.
"Not likely," I replied, "but I'd let him be for a little while."
Adrian nodded. "That shouldn't be a problem. Guess I'll hide in my room for the entire week."
I just smiled, deciding that Adrian made a better teenager than Tristin. "I'll bring you your meals."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:53 am
It was late one night when the phone rang at the Karlet house. Malachite happened to be walking by the cordless phone, which was hooked up to the caller ID. "I got it," he called before glancing down at the green back-lit display. The name was enough to change his formerly cheerly attitude to one of rage and disgust. He reached down and unplugged the phone line from the jack before stomping his way up the stairs.
"Adrian, don't answer the phone!" he yelled from down the hallway. When he reached Adrian's room, his guardian was blinking up at him, looking rather perplexed. Mal just went over and unplugged Adrian's bed-side phone.
"What's got your corset in a twist?" Adrian asked softly, doing his best to say it in a tone that meant he was kidding.
"Someone's calling that I don't want you to talk to," Malachite snapped.
Adrian blinked a couple more times before it registered. "Oh," he said, drawing the sound out and relaxing. "Yeah. He called last night, too."
Mal whirled on Adrian. "Did you talk to him?"
"Yes," Adrian said with a shrug, "and we got into another spat before his phone died." Adrian held his hand out to Malachite. "Come here."
Mal sat on the edge of the bed in a sulk. Adrian just pulled him into a hug. "Thank you for trying to protect me. But I'm the adult. I can handle him the next time he calls."
"You're not allowed to handle him. That's what go you into this mess."
Adrian snorted. "Regardless... would you please plug the phones back in? And stop answering 'City Morgue' and such?"
Mal smiled. "Did you like that? It was Tristin's idea."
"Very cute." Adrian smirked. "But don't let him do it again."
"Fine," Mal sighed in his long-suffering, teenage way before sauntering off.
Adrian watched him leave. He shook his head and disentangled himself from the blankets so that he could plug his phone back into the wall. "Inhaling all that hairspray must've killed off a few memory cells," he murmured.
~*~Malachite - June 15, 2007 Just a quick note to say I went and tried out at that audition. They didn't pick me. I was a little disappointed, but what with Adrian being sick and everything that's been going on lately, I haven't been thinking about it and I guess it's just as well.
Of course everyone else was rather indignant that I went through all that hard work and I was clearly the best Angel there, blahblahblah. =P My family is cute like that. And Rayen makes me sing all the time, anyway.
Oh, right. I have an official job at a massage therapy place in town with a nice lady named Heather. She had treated me as sort of an apprentice for a while, but now I'm an official employee. She and her husband make jewelry out of sea glass and she really likes some of my designs. I think we're going to kind of borrow each other's styles, now. She doesn't believe in the crystal healing and such, but that's okay. If I ever get my own place to work, I can use a little bit of everything -- the massage, the rei ki, and the crystal healing. I know for sure that that's what I want to do. Selling jewelry on the side, like Heather and her husband, will be nice, too.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:14 am
Quote: After that first time I went clubbing, I never got around to going back. Other stuff came up and there just never seemed to be any time. I've gotten over what happened. I'd like to say it wasn't a big deal, but it was. I just have other things to worry about.
Anyway, the five of us older kids -- Soco, Tristin, Hana, Kaleb, and I -- met up and went clubbing over the weekend. I'd forgotten how much fun it was. There is sooo much energy in one room, it's overwhelming, but oh-so-good. And the people are beautiful -- especially the girls. I never learned a lot of hip-hop style dancing, but I wish I had. Maybe I'll start taking lessons again. I've missed it.
This time I didn't get hit on by any older men. I guess it helped that Tristin was with me almost the entire time. He can't dance very well, but he makes a good body guard. And I don't mind doing all the dancing. It drives him crazy. >)
Soco is still moping around a bit, but he seemed to have a good time at the clubs. He found a few good dance partners. But he's so sweet that he even danced with the bad dancers and social outcasts (those people that get dragged along by their more social friends). One of these days, Tristin and I are going to sneak over to Archard's and drag him with us to keep Soco company.
Another good thing about clubs? I hear music that I don't usually listen to. And then I have to come home and download it because it's so much fun. People who discriminate against particular genres are weird.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 9:06 pm
Malachite's Quiz Results Quote:  Badass Uke Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator. You are the highest level uke. Other uke admire you, some seme fear you. At times, you can even fool other people into thinking you are seme with your mischievous, manipulative attitude, but when push comes to shove, your true submissive nature emerges - all you really want is the punishment. It takes a seme with just enough sadistic tendencies to dish out the punishment you really want, but enough patience not to outright kill you, so you are best paired with the "Don't ******** With Me" Seme. Now you can get pins of your result here. Quote: Clueless SemeYou are 20% Seme! Sadly for you, you are the clueless seme. Your soul mate is either right beside you or somewhere close by, but you don't notice at all. Your ditsy-ness is love-able, but sometimes god damn annoying; make life easier for the person you love by being more alert to subtle hints! But fret not, people like you tend to have happy endings. Most compatible with: Supa Uke Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make a Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 6:00 pm
Quote: Last year's birthday party was uberawesome! But it was just waaaay too big and crowded. I think a lot of people got over-looked and left out and it was crazy. This year's party was just the family, with pizza and ice cream. The biggest improvement was that Tristin was here to celebrate it with us. He didn't get anything for his birthday last year! Of course, if he'd let us know where he was, that wouldn't have happened! Silly, silly boy. I beat him up for it.
And... other things happened. I'm not going to say much about it, but... yeah. *^_^*
Work is still going well! It's been busy this summer, both at the massage parlor and at the jewelry store. Heather has been selling a few of my necklaces and bracelets for me. Business will probably slow down after the Christmas rush (oh, Jeeze, is it that time of year already?). There's always eBay! Though I've found that that doesn't work so well. And you have to pay to put stuff on it! That's crap!
Otherwise, not much has been going on. It's been really quiet around here. Adrian doesn't get out as much as he used to. He's been working, I guess, but he's quieter and doesn't talk to us a lot, anymore. He still takes care of the little'uns, so no worries there. Even so... he's just keeping us all at a distance, it seems like.
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