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 Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:36 pm
The familiar itch started back up again - the one that said that he really, really, really wanted Quinn dead and away from him.
It might've had something to do with the touching being reintroduced. He jolted at the sensation on his leg, and barely had time to let out an outraged snarl when he'd been whirled back off to the couch.
"I am not taking them off-" he hissed, derailed as Quinn took towel to hair, trailing off into a distinctly unhappy growl as he flailed to push the boy off him. His ears! His hair! It was like rubbing his fur the wrong way, and he spat and snarled and whined indignantly.
Hurricane Quinn always managed to leave him speechless, and this time was no different. Vale really couldn't adapt. Especially not to the feel of hands and towel rubbing against him.
No, especially not that. He hated the dark red blush that had rushed onto his face, drawing back irately into a corner of the couch and glaring right back.
"The couch can handle some v'ater damage," he started, then stopped, realizing he was playing right into it. His glare became more affronted until he was the one pushing his upper half up off the couch aggressively. "No, no, no! I am not falling for that again! This ee's your fault, yours. I can dry myself, and I had a bathrobe. You dragged me out here, you!"
Why did it always feel like he was the insane one in these situations? Why did Quinn always make him think Valeriu was totally in the wrong for not taking off all his clothes? No! Vale was the right, sane one!
Sydni giggled. Her brother always made the funniest of faces when he was faced with an existential crisis.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:58 pm
"You can't dry yourself, you're sick, remember? Tsk, tsk." He laughed, and tossed the towel across the room. "Vale. They need to come off. It's not like it's nothing I, a boy, have not seen before. And your sister's a relative, so it doesn't count, and she'll be fine. Look, you're the one with the clean obsession. Do you want to have to deal with this on your couch later?" Quinn sighed. "Besides, I read somewhere that it's easier to get well from a sickness if you don't wear clothes."
Quinn! That was a flat out lie!
...And?
I'm dissapointed in you.
...And?
Nevermind.
He looked at Sydni. "Thank you for being such a sweetie!" He knelt down and gave her a big hug. He turned back to Vale. "So?" While waiting for an answer from Vale, he admired the other godling's now bare body. He was so much more muscular than Quinn, and Quinn was jealous.
Very jealous.
Jealous enough to want revenge for not having as nice a body.
"If it would make you feel better, Sydni can close her eyes."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 7:09 pm
Something doesn't make sense, here, a little voice told him. Somewhere underneath the growing headache he knew something did not make sense. A lot of things did not make sense when it came to Quinn.
But he was right, right?
Right?
He frowned, although the sigh and slump of his shoulders already gave away his defeat. It was pretty uncomfortable sitting in soaked clothes of any kind.
"At least get me a blanket," he conceded, arms crossing in a move that was either defensive or chilly. It did sound nice. Curling up under a blanket and sleeping the headache and sickness away.
"Please," he added, even if it grated him to say it and the red on his face darkened even further, if possible. Even the damp of his hair was sending goosebumps racing up and down his arms: time to be dry and warm.
God, nothing about Quinn ever made sense. The least he could do was get a blanket out of this mess.
Sydni loved getting hugs, and loved watching her brother freak out, but her eyes couldn't stay open much longer. She yawned, and stretched, tugging more at Quinn's jeans. Normally she'd be pulling at Vale to put her to bed, but her brother looked like he'd fall over before making it up the first step.
It was up to Quinn. Plus, he'd already read her a story.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 7:22 pm
Quinn nodded to Vale. "I'll get one in a minute. But leaving those boxers on right now is just making you colder, 'cause they're wet." Quinn was going to try as hard as he could!
Seeing Sydni look tired made him melt. She was so adorable! He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs, looking around for what could possibly be her bedroom. He found it, and went inside, laying her down on the bed. "It's time for a nap, alright, sweetie? When you wake up, you can come back downstairs with Varu and me, okay?" He blinked suddenly, and was struck with an idea. He ran downstairs back to Vale, not even pausing to check if he had taken his underwear off yet, and grabbed a photo album. He flipped to a picture that had the whole family in it and pulled it out, running back upstairs.
He brought the picture up to her, and set it in her hands. "This is your family! With your mommy and daddy and Catni--Varu and you. See, your mommy's holding you. Don't hurt the picture when you sleep, though." He smiled and patted her head, exiting the room and shutting the door quietly. He grabbed a blanket from the closet before he went back downstairs, though.
He held the blanket in his hands and stood a few feet away from Vale and the couch, making it very obvious that the blanket would only be given once the wet clothes were off.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 7:42 pm
She was still bemused with the photo. No clue who the older two people there were - but there was her brother. Even downstairs, she still had a little bit of him up here, and she smiled at that.
"'Kay! Nighty night, Bruddah." Quinn looked after her, just like Valeriu did. Just like a brother did.
She hoped she'd see him more when she woke up, and settled down to nap compliantly. Unaware that Vale's sharp ears had heard every word, and unaware of the distinctly protective and sulky frown set on his face.
Quinn and Sydni should never have met, he decided. He couldn't have hidden her away in the house permanently, but still...only he was her brother. Quinn was just a substitute babysitter for today.
Jerk. Stealing his sister.
He almost didn't realize Quinn was back with a blanket until he looked up and saw the warm comforter out of reach.
He scowled. And glared. And scowled some more. For a change in pace he fidgeted, looked away with the glare, and frowned some more. The shivering got to him, though.
"Fine!" he snapped, strangely unable to glare Quinn in the face. Maybe it was mortification. Maybe it was something else. "Fine. You v'in. V'hatever." He grumbled, but thanked his lucky stars he could poof his tail up nice and big. Soon his last shred of dignity had indeed been tossed off, legs pulled all the way to his chest and glaring more ferally over his knees at the other boy, tail wrapped and fluffed to keep him decent.
They were both boys. There was nothing wrong with this. But something underneath the fever said different - something that sent his heart racing and his nerves jumping and made him want to run back through the rain and away from this thing. He couldn't make heads or tails of it, and his head ached and he felt dizzy and he just wanted that goddamn blanket.
That's all. That's all he wanted.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 7:56 pm
Quinn nodded happily, and unfolded the blanket quietly. He spread it out, one arm holding each corner, and walked over to Vale, wrapping his arms around him in a big hug to pull the blanket all the way around. After the blanket was hiding Vale's body, he gently pushed to have Vale loosen up the firm grip on his knees, and eased him into a laying position.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now you're all nice and comfortable." He tucked the blanket around Vale tightly and under him, making sort of a soothing cocoon of blanket.
Or a binding prison of blanket.
Quinn patted down the top of the blanket, making sure it was nice and smooth. He grinned at Vale, and patted in a straight line all the way down it, slightly dissapointed when he realized he must not have gone in a perfectly straight line, and had missed his intended target.
"Now you're nice and cozy!"
And trapped.
"Now you can get better!"
And never escape!
You worry me sometimes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 8:25 pm
For a long, long moment, Vale felt like prey. Trapped, bound, weak and tiring further.
Quinn's smile was more predatory than his own. He felt a chill run down his spine that was not linked to the cold in any way, shape, or form.
He didn't like it. Didn't like being at a disadvantage. Didn't like the way Quinn was so easily playing him - pushing and shoving and dragging him every time. The ball was always in Quinn's court. Vale was always one step behind, one useless protest after another. Steamrolled and one step lower on the ******** ladder.
"Quinn." He said, or maybe growled. There it was, that feeling again. Like electricity was jumping through his veins. The blanket had loosened - he didn't remember lifting the constricting corners, leaning forward to grip the front of Quinn's shirt with determination.
His head was even foggier by now. He couldn't think, could barely breathe, just that electricity driving him insane and this hunger and that rage. Ciro's death had buried them, but here they bubbled up.
He jerked his arm back, pulling Quinn down to his level none too gently, and soon lips were hot against lips and his fangs were pressing insistently against the other, biting and pulling him closer.
He didn't know what he'd just done, and he didn't care. He didn't even know where it was going.
At least he was winning.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 8:44 pm
Quinn liked this new development.
He liked this new development a lot.
Quinn had to brace himself on either side of Vale, arms pressed against the couch. He wound up on top of the other boy, the least awkward position possible, the kiss lasting a while. Despite the slight pain from Vale's bites, Quinn was enjoying this a lot.
Maybe he had finally gotten through to the other boy! Quinn was happy to have further proof that his little world in which everyone was attracted to him was real.
And Vale was a darn good kisser, when he tried. Quinn, after a few moments of this, had to force himself away from Vale to breathe.
"Well. This is no way for a sick kitten to behave, is it? You bit me!" He paused, and flicked a hand to his lip, supporting himself over Vale with the other arm. "Multiple times!" He slid over beside Vale on the couch, and turned away from him, pulling the blanket over himself, as well.
"I'm going to take a nap! And I'm ignoring you, because you bit me." Quinn sucked some blood off of his lip, but scooted backwards a little so he was closer to Vale's warmth.
"If I get sick from that, I'm going to kill you."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 9:03 pm
"I v'in." He knew this. He knew this. It didn't matter that Quinn was trying to play it off (it did); it didn't matter that Quinn was ignoring it (it so did). "I v'in," he repeated, with emphasis, growling at the other godling's back.
He'd won, he knew he did. He'd kissed Quinn. He'd kissed somebody. Like an adult would. He'd proven - he'd proven something. Something to himself, or maybe to his god. He wasn't ten years old anymore.
He frowned. Quinn totally knew Valeriu had won. Although the aftermath of his first first kiss left him discomfited still. He ignored that.
"I bit you because you threw me ee'n a tub," he countered, quickly rubbing the last of the electricity from his mouth with the back of his hand. And hell if he was going to let Quinn steal his blanket. With a sharp shove of his feet, he re-appropriated the quilt with a glare that said Quinn did not get post-kiss naps.
"And ee'f you get sick, I v'ill laugh and throw you ee'n a tub," he snorted, curling back up to glare out of the blankets.
Still, he was self-satisfied. He'd come out on top (whether Quinn accepted it or not). He'd played the other boy's game and won it. He wasn't rolled over by Hurricane Quinn this time around.
Score one for Valeriu.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 4:06 am
Quinn rolled his eyes and slid off of the couch, blanket stolen. He stood up. "Fine, fine. I'll just go take a nap upstairs. In Sydni's room. Have fun d own here, sick boy." He marched up the stairs defiantly, and entered her room, laying down on the floor and curling up.
Quinn still didn't really understand what had happened. Vale had kissed him? This upset the natural order of things. People didn't usually kiss Quinn. It was always the other way around. It was a strange and foreign feeling.
Our plan is working!
Quinn thought it was awesome.
Honestly, he would have left the house right then if it weren't for the fact that he had told Sydni he'd be there when she woke up. He could leave right after she woke up, though, right? She wakes up, he says hello, then leaves, right?
Quinn had a feeling it would be harder to pry himself away than that.
What did he mean, he won? Quinn's mind snapped back to thoughts of Vale. It wasn't a competition, was it? More importantly, if it was, why didn't Quinn know the rules? Or the game? Or the goal? Quinn slowly drifted farther into sleep.
If he bites me again he's getting another tattoo.
I'm so proud.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 5:01 pm
A horrible thought came to him, then. A horrible, terrible thought.
What if Quinn thought this meant there was more where that came from? He froze. This wasn't, it didn't mean-! It should be obvious to Quinn that Vale still hated him, right? Or maybe it wasn't.
He groaned, flopping back more and glaring at the ceiling where his ears were attentively trained. That damn godling. There was no way Vale could get to sleep with him in the house. Still in his house. What should he do? Where were they now? It had seemed like such a good idea at the time - to show he wasn't going to be jerked around. But now it felt like he'd tied his own noose.
He wished his god would return, for once. Wanted to hear his biting voice decrying Vale's not-quite-thought-through attempts at maturity. The god had been absent a lot these past hours - for the same reason he himself had been holed up at home. It was saddening to realize the only other person even relatively close to him, now, was Quinn - and he hated the other boy.
He wished Ciro was back, too. It seemed like a sucky, unfair trade in company.
His ears pricked up at the sounds of Sydni shifting, waking, tossing something at Quinn who, true to his word, was probably laid out on her floor. He heard her quiet laughter, and frowned more.
She should've had an uncle, not another brother. And from the sounds of it, that bruddah wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon.
Then again, she should've had two parents, too. His gaze was drawn back to the journal abandoned on the table, even as his arm stretched out to drag it back into his hands, flipping through the pages with a new determination.
This journal held the keys to it all. To the why's, the when's, the how's - to his parents.
Fate be damned, but he could at least fix something for Sydni.
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