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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 9:41 pm
hellzmessiah hellzmessiah Jean-Claude nodded to Asher. It was a blessing that the other was not angry with him. He should have been. After all, Julianna had been Asher's long before he was his. He moved to sit near the two. He was confused, confused and worried. It showed on evey line of his perfect face. He sighed. "I do not know what we will do...but...I know...that they will have to have a caring family...I am not a father figure...and..." he looked to Julianna. "Julianna will want to be close to them if at all possible..." Pata lover He still felt horrible no matter what they both said and he covered his face with his hands and felt the tears flow still. He really didn't know what to do with the babies but he secretly longed for something to lavish affection and attention on.
Well, naturally besides his mates, no offence. He looked back down at Asher kneeling in front of the angel and kissed his head where the scars where gently and grabbed Jean-Claude's hand in his own and squeezed it lovingly. At least they weren't mad at him, that was a relief for Julianna. He shook his head when he said that he wasn't a father figure.
"...Tout qu'il prend est temps, cher coeur.." He leaned his head on Asher's shoulder.(Trans: All it takes is time, dear heart..)) Quote: Asher looked up at Jean-Claude sharply. "You're not thinking of sending them away somewhere are you? This is the 21st century. You don't kennel children away like dogs. You leave them at home, with a babysitter." He smirked, thinking of Keelin in particular. Yes, leave the cat with all the kids. He would love it. He turned back to Julianna and looked him in the eye, taking his free hand in his own. "Any children we have, all of us together, will be well cared for regardless, non? And loved."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:26 am
Vladmir was outside the ground to the large, formerly abandoned temple. He did not take too well to those inside, aside from his brother, and he had no real reason to stay there.
He moved about the grounds, not really having anything much, if anything at all to do. He pulled a small handgun from one of his inner pockets and spun it on his finger. Drawing he pointed it at one of the large, ornate statues that lined the enterance to the temple. "You're dead..." he grinned and replaced the gun into his pocket.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:38 am
A dark-winged angel had found the temple to his liking lately, hanging around when no one was in evidence. He knew someone lived here, but when he bothered to come, he did not much care anyway. Today was one of those days, except that someone did come out, and Valentino was so enmeshed in his own thoughts that he did not hear anything until the Coon below began to play with the handgun.
Val clenched his jaw, disappointed that now he would have to leave, even though he recognized Vladmir. He had been enjoying the relative quiet outside here. He rose to his feet to take flight, when light glinted from his claw-arm at the Coon.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:43 am
Had the light not hit the metal, the coon would have picked up on the movement. He drew his gun and pointed it without thinking at the angel on top of the temple's roof. He flipped his hat back with one finger and grinned up at the familiar face. "come down vrom there vill you...?" His accent was perhaps thicker now than it had been before, having taken to using his native tongue again with his younger brother.
The coon took afew step back, replacing the gun, but ready to draw again should the angel proove to not be on his side.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:50 am
Red eyes flashed as they watched the gun. Either he really did not want to go, or he was getting soft, both of which unnerved him. Val landed lightly on his feet without a word, wings slowing an what would have been an otherwise catlike landing. "And what now?" Val asked quietly, feeling any explanation from him a this point would sound suspicious.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:55 am
The coon kept a close eye on the angel as he landed. It was when the other spoke that he could think of no intellegant reply. He shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest. Had he been any sohrter, he would not have looked as threatening as he did, his eyes starring out at the other, piercing. "Explain vat you vere doing up there..." He shifted his weight to his other foot, the rest of his body not seeming to be effected by the move at all.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:04 am
Val kept his arms at his sides. As he had taken to not carrying around his shotgun, he had nothing to reach for, but the old marks on the fabric of his pants remained, as did the memory in his muscles. It was difficult to come up with a proper reply. Finally, "It's quiet out here. I wanted a place to think."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:08 am
"I see..." Vlad simply nodded and returned to what he had been doing before. He poited his gun at one of the statues, not bothering to shoot it, but rather, check his aim as he held his gun out. He recalled the fact that this one was not one for talk, all the better, he truely did not feel like talking.
His mind wandered for a moment, thought about his brother inside the temple. He'd been ill, not gravely, but it reminded him of the past, and that scared him. He shuddered once, the movement going through his whole body. His finger twitched and the gun went off, blowing a rather nice hole in one of the statues.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:32 am
Val paused for a moment then turned and sat down nearby, hopefully out of the way of his target practice. He had looked away, eyes beginning to glaze over in the veil of inner thought when Vladmir shook from head to tail. The angel did not have time enough to jump to his feet before the gun went off, only try to half-shield himself with wings and claw as stone fragments went flying. Frowning, he asked quietly, "Are you all right?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:36 am
The coon did not register the fact that the other was talking to him until some time after everything had happened. He turned to look at him, his eyes blank, empty. "I'm fine...is nothing..." He put the gun away, moving to sit on the stone stairs of the temple.
He took note of the stone fragments around and shook his head. 'Consentrate...consentrate Vladmir...' he told himself this over and over again. he ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes trying to gather his thoughts for a moment.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:51 am
Val watched him a moment before looking away, a small smile gently sliding across his face. He recognized the deep pain the other was feeling over something, having both witnessed and lived through similar. The only thing that could really be done, he knew as he looked beyond the temple, was to either leave the coon be, or silently be there for him if he needed the support. He was not entirely sure he wanted to extend that kind of support out again, even though he felt a sort of kinship with him.
Since he had not been told to leave, he decided to find a comfortable spot up on the roof. "Good luck then," he said simply with a sigh before jumping skyward, landing just beyond sight a few seconds later. He lay flat on his back on an incline looking up at the sky.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:16 pm
'Ramos will be fine...he's only ill...he's not dieing...or starving, Vlad...' He sighed as he near drowned in his own thoughts. It was only when Val spoke that he lifted his head, watching the angel's retreating form. He sighed and shook his head. 'Vonderful...' he lowered his head again, his hat tipping forward, his pale hair covering his face. "Perhaps I vas wrong to come here afer all, Ramos...he does not seem to be getting any better.."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:40 pm
Val lay with an ankle balanced on his knee, hand behind his head. His claw lay across his belly and out of the way of his half-folded wings as he looked up at the sky. Strangely, his problems had dissapated like morning fog, leaving him to simply muse. What could someone like Vlad be so worried about?
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:48 pm
The Coon sat there, worrying, thinking, everything but relaxing. His mind was a jumble and he hated it. 'Stop it...you are not in Russia anymore...here there are doctors...healers...Ramos vill be fine..' He nodded to himself and rose from where he had been sitting. moved then fro mthe temple, down the long stone walk to the gate that surrounded it. He jumped the gate before turning. Was that angel still there? Seeing Val he smiled weakly, his best attempt in a long time. "You are velcome to go inside or follow me...it could rain."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:58 pm
Lifting his head up, Val saw Vladmir walking off, and rolled over a bit to get a better look. When the coon looked up at him, he sat up and blinked. Go inside or follow? Given a choice, he was intrigued, and decided to follow. The angel glanced skyward as he stood, and judging it safe enough, he took flight to land near the coon. "I'm not worried about a little rain. I've weathered worse." He looked at Vlad curiously. "Where are we going?"
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