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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 9:01 pm
Vincent watched the other, and let the words spilling from the others lips reach his ears. Did they register? Here and there. It was hard to accept the truth, and Vincent unfortunately was sometimes the type of guy who could not handle the whole truth. It was hard to hear that he had become a monster. Who could take that in and actually be okay with it? No-one, well at least no-one right in the head. Selective hearing tended to take charge in the male when he started hearing lies (in his own twisted head) that had nothing to do with him, but unfortunately his logical part always seemed to give good reason to listen. Cailean, oh he meant Angelo would not be telling him this just for the heck of it. No not at all. There was a reason for all this talk, but it was hard to accept the idea behind all those words. It was a ludicrous idea, but Vincent felt his mind and body accept it to an extent. They both knew their wrongs, did they just not want to take responsibility for them? Of course not. Who was sane enough to actually want to take up responsibility for such terrible acts. Vincent looked toward the ground when a gut wrenching crossed his mind.
A good man with courage to man up to his actions would take responsibility for the terrible things he committed. A real man in short. Vincent looked toward the door, his eyes no focused on anything particular. His thoughts were off somewhere, a place where things needed to get settled. A shallow breath escaped the business man as the razor edges of the truth started to take form into his mind. It was cutting him down mercilessly, but it was needed. The first step in taking when tackling any problem was acknowledging it. Simple, easy right? No, not at all. Vincent eyes took on a dark, menacing look. He could not be surrounded by anyone at the moment, it was just not right. His thoughts were unleashed and running wild. They were untamed monsters trying to control his next course of action. Acknowledge or ignore. The battle was on, and Vincent needed to be alone. This was a fight he didn't want any help in, despite the imaginary hand Angelo was uncertainly sticking out. If it was real the male would have slapped it away.
Taking composed strides toward the door, Vincent opened it and looked out toward the world. Ignorance or help, was the lingering thought floating about in his mind. The decision would be made here, and for once Vincent would be damned if he didn't make the right one. He needed to start on a path where it wasn't so dark and un-trusting. A path where he could walk without feeling he was on a tightrope. Taking a purposeful look around the shop, he took in every detail. Vincent's eyes lingered on Angelo for the longest moment. Then like the angels had for once in his life smiled on him, the male opened his mouth and let out pleasant words. Well words that didn't hold malice or hate. "Better hold on to those words Angelo," the male spoke out, his voice dark yet smooth. It was like sin! "because I'll be back for that date." Vincent let an awkward, shy smile grace his features before he disappeared behind the door.
The tall man slide inside his car like a graceful panther. His sunglasses covering his dark intense eyes. He shut the door to the rented car and looked toward the driver. "Record the address of this shop and have it mailed to my room," he ordered, "and skip the meeting and take me to this address," the business man said showing an address to the driver. The aged driver nodded with a pleasant smile. "Of course sir, we will be there in decent time," he responded. The destination requested by Vincent was reached in minimum of two or so hours. It was place he knew he would be able to think about his problem and future. Vincent sucked in a breath, enjoying the fresh air the ocean provided. The business man slid off his jacket and dropped it to the ground, following after the jacket was his rump which purposely sat on the expensive jacket.
"Okay, let's start this s**t," he muttered, while closing his eyes, and letting the wind carry him to a place only he could enter.
[[I think Vincy needs to sort out his thoughts before actually going to get help and going on a date with Angelo. (= ]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 10:47 pm
Why did his heart skip a beat at his ex lover’s parting words? Why did his hands shake the moment the other stepped out the door? Angelo sighed heavily and rubbed his temples the second the CEO was out of sight. No matter how strong-willed he behaved, there was still something inside him that yearned for Vincent. Even after all these years, it seemed time and distance had not completely dissolved his pathetic love for that horrible person. He had thought they would never meet again and being so close to the other was difficult. He could put up an arrogant façade and remain reserved, but inside he was crumbling. He hated being blamed, he hated remembering, and he hated his own blasted feelings.
Would Vincent really try to get help? What if he was just foolishly leading himself back into those angry possessive arms by making this deal? It had been his idea, but already he was regretting it. He was scared of falling back into his old weak self—of letting Vincent take control. However, there was still that piece of his heart that believed giving Vincent a chance was a good idea. It was the same part that throbbed when he woke up to an empty bed almost every morning and ached whenever a stray memory of their childhood flashed across his mind’s eye.
Sighing softly, the weary artist wrapped his arms around his small form and stood on quivering knees. “Better he never know what effect he still has on me,” He whispered, slipping into the back room and pulling the canvas off one of his old paintings. Piercing, dangerous eyes met his own— glinting mockingly at him. Every feature seemed so harsh and cold, as if it were made of stone. He tilted his head to the side and picked up his paintbrush.
Change was possible, he decided. For the rest of the night, he softened the painting’s brow and painted weariness into those harsh features. Yes. This looked closer to the man he had just seen. A strong and powerful titan wilting under his own inner torment. He knew Vincent needed some time to himself before he went to get help and Angelo was willing to wait. He had nowhere to go and all the time in the world.
“Of course, Mr. Randolph, the situation might be a tad more difficult if you truly want your ‘wife’ back,” Vincent’s longtime assistant stated smoothly, leaning back in his office chair as he brought up a few more reports. A week had passed since the confrontation and now Percy Wilson was doing his job and storing up information on the ‘new’ Cailean for his boss. He had been working for Vincent from the very beginning and was one of the few who could be trusted with such a task. “Angelo Uccello does date around a bit. He’s single and famous so it’s not surprising. However, there are two main suitors you might wish to be aware of: Lucio and Cesare. Lucio is the new curator of the art museum in the village and Cesare is a politician who has gone out with Angelo numerous times. The appeal is unclear. They seem to argue ninety-five percent of the time.”
The assistant had no idea how correct he was. Currently, Angelo was enjoying the chocolate festival. Many tourists flocked to the festival for this part of the year and a small party was being held for adults in one of the hotels he had sold art to. It was a time for fun, flirting, and wine. However, he was currently spending the majority of his time bickering with the strict, blonde, and severe man before him.
“Tell me, how is it you can make me completely ill whenever you walk into a room,” Cailean hissed irritably, as the blonde grabbed him by the hand and yanked him into a casual dance.
“My specialty,” Cesare purred, looking irritated when the other moved to pull away and tightening his grip. “I swear, you always insist on being difficult. I hate strong-willed arrogant artists. It would be quite a bit easier if you would just be my housewife.”
“And I hate bossy, ignorant politicians,” Angelo spat back, rolling his eyes as the other dipped him smoothly. “I’ve played that role before. Let’s just stick to keeping it casual. You don’t deserve me as a housewife or even an exclusive lover for that matter.” Many people wondered what it was about Cesare that made Angelo associate with the bothersome, rude man. Truthfully, the other’s crass nature was a tad comforting and familiar, though tamed more-so than Vincent’s. They were opposites and the sex was worthwhile.
“Hm. Then I suppose I shall take what I can get while I am in town.” Cesare mumbled.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 9:26 pm
One week, seven days, and something hundred hours is how long Vincent had been submitted to his unofficial treatment. If someone dared to ask Vincent how it was going he would give you a statement filled with nothing but profanity and cruel words. It was that bad. Searching on the internet to help a problem you didn't even know what was called made things much more harder. See, official treatment for Vincent would not start till he went back home. So for now the business man's best friend was the internet, where self-proclaimed therapists posted their bullshit work. Yeah, it was ******** bullshit because none of the s**t worked! A frown marred Vincent's lips as he let those thought overflow his mind. Everything seemed to be disappointment. He was doing it right, so why wasn't it working? Seriously why would doctors put up crap that doesn't even work? Or did they expect people like him to look up that s**t and then find out it didn't work. Then what? Make them seek out the doctor and make an appointment? Vincent snorted, like hell he would do that. "Just a bunch of shitty doctors," the male mumbled. He was not in the best mood, actually he was a sour mood. If he had to be compared, you could set him next to a PMSing woman and they would balance each other out pretty well. Each would get a dose of their own medicine. That is how moody Vincent was. Though the question here is why. What made the usually stoic male so...dare I say moody? Easy a small conversation with long time assistant. Let's take a couple hours back, and return to the part of the day that acutally saw Vincent in a decent mood. In a mood where he wasn't capable of murdering someone.
Vincent was currently lounging on his balcony, his whole posture relaxed and languid. The day had just been begging for people to step outside and enjoy themselves in the perfect weather. Which is what Vincent was doing, he could not help but heed the pleads of the perfect day.
"I can always count on you," Vincent replied into the phone. His mobile was currently glued to his ear. Yes even when relaxing the male could be caught doing something business related. The male's free hand was currently splayed out on his toned stomach, fingers were gently drumming against the perfectly sculpted abs. "Mhm, yes." Vincent lifted his hand from his stomach and lowered his sunshades which had been perched on top of his head. The expensive glasses shuttered away the male's usually intense eyes, which in turn made the male look like he was sleeping. Though most would quickly push away the thought when the sight of the cell phone to his ear would come into his sight. Then again the possibility of sleep could be taken into consideration since sometimes the raven haired male did not answer for long periods of times.
"So you finally gathered the information I asked, perfect." The person the other line started to go into a basic vague description of Angelo Uccello. Some things Vincent already knew, others he did not. The facts that were not known were the ones that strummed a wrong chord with Vincent. Suddenly the relaxed posture shifted into a tense and almost angry one. "Hn. I see," the male replied icily. The good mood that had once encased Vincent melted into one of anger, and sadness? No not sadness, he was angry! He felt nothing sad...right? Vincent quickly shrugged off the annoying thoughts, now was not the time. "Wilson find some more information one those unsuitable men chasing after Angelo. I need to know bit a more information on them," Vincent demanded, while picking up his icy drink. He took a gulp of the alcoholic beverage before speaking into the phone again. "I have to know what kind of people are surrounding my future lover."
It was a bit early to say that, but Vincent had it ingrained in his mind that was he going to win back his ex. There was no room for failure in his goal. He had to succeed or else. Vincent curtly gave his assistant a couple more assignments before ending the phone call. He had to start getting ready for a small festival he had been invited to by Mr. Parker. Hopefully his little artist would be there as well. He had a couple words to say to him. Vincent looked at his phone, and the recent conversation on the balcony entered his mind. Anger coursed through his system. He didn't want to wait for Wilson to give him the information. Besides he was a big boy he could research some little insect on his own. It would not be that hard if he was hanging around the famous artist.
Indeed it was not. Vincent had found plentiful information about the male hanging around Angelo. Was it good information? Not exactly. To be honest it only made Vincent's sour mood take a deeper dive. Instead of being able hide his displeasure, the male was giving off vibes that spoke in volumes. The most interpretable vibes clearly said "Don't bother me," and "******** off". Oh yes Vincent was pissed. The business man especially hated that politician. Despite what the information stated about them arguing, he still did not like him. He hoped the feeling would be mutual that way he would not have to pretend to like him, because to blunt that would be task even Vincent would have trouble accomplishing.
So that is how Vincent went from pleasing nice guy to a possible murderer nut case.
The car that the business man rode in came to a smooth halt. "Don't bother with the door, I got it," he ordered to the driver. The elderly man nodded, and patiently waited for the young man to exit the vehicle. Vincent shut the door behind him, ignoring the people staring. He did not want to be here anymore, even if Angelo was here. For once his ex's presence was not enough to make him want to stay. Breathing in a clam breath Vincent picked up his shoulders and started to confidently stride into the building. His face composed itself into one of no emotion and his posture shifted into one belonging to a powerful business man. The male stepped into the hotel and let his gaze wander, he needed to get his bearings, and find the nearest exits. While the male was gazing his eyes caught something familiar. Low and behold there was Angelo...dancing with the little insect. The dark haired man wanted to vomit at the sight of them dancing, they clearly did not compliment each other. It was a rather disgusting sight if Vincent had to be honest. Letting his body control him, the male walked up to the duo and let his voice greet the...couple. If Vincent wasn't so trained in composing himself he would have cringed.
"Nice to see you here Angelo."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 10:23 pm
The air went frigid the second Vincent entered the room. In fact, Angelo felt the man’s presence before even hearing his voice. An eerie chill crawled up his spine, making him flush faintly and turn to meet that piercing, cold gaze. Why did he feel like a scolded puppy who had disobeyed its master or a wayward lover caught flirting with another. It wasn’t like they were together and they had yet to begin dating. However, he still felt guilty as he met that deadly gaze. Vincent could veil his rage behind an emotionless mask, but Angelo could see the rage swirling in those deep orbs.
“Hello Vincent,” the pretty artist greeted silkily, tilting his head to the side. “I did not expect to run into you here. This is my… dear friend Cesare. Cesare, this is Vincent Randolph, the CEO of a substantial American electronics company that is venturing into becoming International.” He kept his tone gentle and calm, showing no fear or care as he spoke to Vince. The way he said the phrase ‘dear friend’ instantly suggested that the more accurate term for their relationship would be ‘sex friends.’ It was awkward and well-pondered before spoken, as though the small boy was trying to find a means of phrasing it without sounding vulgar or offensive.
Cesare was instantly aware of the sudden tension in the air, feeling Angelo’s small, slender form stiffen in his arms. “Ah,” he hissed silkily, eyeing his new competition with contempt. “Another businessman after your petty 'artwork,' I presume.” The blonde placed a large hand on Angelo’s hips, easing the boy back into their dance possessively. “I’m afraid Mr. Uccello is a tad busy at the moment. Perhaps he will give you some time after we finish our dance.” The politician arched a taunting brow, daring the other to put up a fight. To Cesare’s surprise, it was Angelo who spoke up.
“I do believe Vincent and I would appreciate some time to chat alone, Cesare. The song has nearly ended anyway.” He stated smoothly, slipping out of the other’s strong embrace. There was a bit of nervousness in his eyes, as though he knew any second Cesare could say something that deeply offended Vincent. Boy, was he right.
As the angry man nodded curtly and made his leave, he hissed a few words to Vincent while passing the man—words Angelo could not hear. “Well, good luck pleasing that one. I’m usually the only one who can come even close. Here’s a helpful hint, Mr. Randolph: he likes it nice and rough.”
Angelo sighed as he watched Cesare leave, studying Vincent’s piercing, malicious eyes curiously as he led the man to the balcony for a breather and closed the curtains behind them. “You’re angry,” he said perceptively, leaning back against the railing casually. “You didn’t expect me to date?”
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 6:29 pm
Hatred bubbled in Vincent's stomach as the politician spoke his so-called advice. It took a lot of strength to not let his fist connect with the others face. Luckily he had lady luck to bless him with Angelo deciding to intervene. Good thing to or else some the little insect's worthless blood would have tainted this fine tile. Vincent purposely ignored the introduction already knowing to well who the blond in front of him was. The business man just glared at the mouthy politician, he couldn't even spare a curt nod with the other. Maybe if he had never researched him he could have stomached the guy, but as of now he could not.
The cool fresh air hit Vincent helping the bubbling anger in his system slightly flush. At least now he could drop his tense shoulders and let himself relax. Intense eyes instantly captured the small artist. They had much to talk about, but oh so little time. Deciding to lean against the wall, Vincent, surprisingly, waited patiently for the other to break the silence. Despite his anger he wanted to hear what the other had to say, before he possibly blew up on him. Angelo's statement made the other roll his eyes. No, he was jolly happy like the guy in the red suit. Of course he was angry! He was working to date this guy, though it isn't till now he finds out he is...Vincent stopped his mind track. The male knew what word wanted to follow after, but he didn't want to hear it, think it, nor believe it. Shaking his head, he glanced toward the lower ground.
"Yes I'm angry," the male stated, dropping his crossed arms. His fingers gently curled tightly into fist, "No the dating part doesn't rile me up. That I can I understand, but your 'dear friend' or ******** buddy, take your choice, is what pisses me off." The male spat the last few words like they were a piece of rotten food. Disgusting and vile. It was not the idea of dating that bothered Vincent, it was that arrogant politician. He hated politician, they always were good for nothings in the male's view. They also reminded him of his father's brother. That man was a tyrant! Well in the eyes in Vincent he was. The second reason Vincent was so angry was the fact that he felt like he did not know who he was chasing after. Angelo or Cailean? Which did he want? Cailean is different from Angelo. At first Vincent thought he wanted Cailean but it seemed he is not going to come back. Angelo was there to stay, and he wasn't making room for the weak side he had left behind. So did that mean Vincent knew nothing about the other? Did they have to start all over from square one?
"I know nothing about you, yet at the same time I do," the business man voiced out, his tone surprisingly neutral. Right now the male wanted to lay out everything on the table, but he had to take it little by little. Problems they had between each other had to be taken with baby steps. Taking adult steps to solving their problems would only assure failure. "You are a different person, I don't know you. I know Cailean but not Angelo." Vincent lifted a hand, "Do not say you are the same person in some way because you are not. Not in my eyes," he stated with a firm tone that left no room for argument. "When we made the deal I didn't see myself going on a date with Angelo, I saw Cailean, but now I see that I made a mistake. The housewife from the dark days isn't coming back. He is gone and has been replaced with someone stronger. So what I am trying to say is that I am starting to see you more as Angelo than Cailean."
Letting a breath Vincent lifted his head and met the others gaze. That was not easy to confess; usually the only person that knew what he was thinking was himself. So, letting out these type of thoughts was progress for the stoic male. Usually Vincent would just keep those type of feelings and emotions to himself, not bothering with them. Though his unofficial therapy was helping, despite his earlier criticism. "So no I am not angry at you directly, more so at the thought that I do not know you like I used to. Though I am angry at your bad taste in lovers," the male snarled lightly. The deep burning anger from before had sizzled into annoyance, leaving the male in a more stable state. I guess talking about one's feeling did help.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 9:54 pm
Angelo’s eyes softened slightly as he listened to Vincent’s angry rant. That uppity, defensive stance relaxed as the blonde waited for his ex to finish. He could… understand why Vincent was upset and it made him happy to know the man was actually talking about his emotions.
He couldn’t deny he had changed but there were indeed parts of him that were still the same—parts of his nature he would refer to keep hidden from Vincent lest he seem still weak and pathetic. He knew it must hurt the other to have found the person he loved after so many years apart only to realize Cailean was no longer the little ‘housewife’ he had grown up with.
Sighing, the pretty artist reached out and took Vincent’s big hand in his own tiny one, giving it a gentle squeeze just as he used to do when they were young. “I am a different person,” he whispered soothingly, releasing the other’s hand. “But the memories remain the same as do some of those stupid little habits I can’t seem to get rid of. I have my insecurities—some old, some new. I am more confident and much stronger than I once was, but only because I realized that the only person I can truly depend on is myself other than perhaps Renaldo and his family, bless their hearts. I know it must be hard for you but I do hope we can get to know each other again.” There was a surprising kindness and gentility to his tone that hadn’t been there when he offered the man a date in exchange for getting help.
Cailean blinked in surprise when he heard Cesare storming out to his limo. He rolled his eyes and smiled weakly at Vincent. “I am quite aware that he is not the most likable person, but he helped me get on my feet when I entered Italy all those years ago. He is rude, arrogant, and fairly selfish, but he is fun to banter with and his company is hardly deplorable.” In other words he loved fighting with the other and then having fun, rough sex. However, he would never say that to Vincent. He would keep it PG for the man.
“If you wish, I will release my prior attachments. I suppose it is a necessary task if you and I are to try at a relationship, though I doubt he will take something like that lightly. He is the type to become highly offended when dumped.”
He looked up into Vincent’s stony cold eye and leaned up to kiss his cheek. It was a soft, quick peck, like the gentle brush of a butterfly’s wing. “If there’s anything you want to know about ‘Angelo’ for starters, ask away.” He said quietly. “I’m willing to tell you anything you want to know.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 8:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 1:47 pm
"Anything," the male questioned, a regal brow raising in curiosity. Not the best way to word that type of statement, unless it was meant. Then again Vincent didn't know Angelo, maybe he did mean it that way, but the business man wasn't going to take it literally. He crossed his arms and leaned against the balcony, his mind going through a list of questions. After a couple seconds, Vicnent realized none of the questions were good enough, he shook his head. "As of now, I don't wish to know anything, let's just take this in a natural way," he stated before pushing himself off the balcony.
Vincent turned his back to look at the city. It was an unforgettable sight. Though he was not in the mood to take in sights like these, he just wanted to head home. Sleep off the day's events and wake up fresh the next day. "We'll start this on a more natural course with a date," the male suggested, looking toward Angelo. "Right now I don't feel like doing anything," Vincent admitted honestly. The tall male walked toward the entrance and glanced at the small artist. "When I am ready, I'll come to you," he said before disappearing into the crowd of well dressed people.
Vincent slid into this car and told the driver to take him to the hotel. He would let his mind have a break today, and let it process all the events that occurred today. Tomorrow the male would look at everything with a fresh, new look on things. Vincent rubbed his eyes, to release some of the stress that had accumulated between in eyes. Vincent felt a vibration from his pants, who was bothering him? The male took out his phone and took a look at the number. Oh, it was just his trusted assistant.
"What is it Wilson," he asked, a yawn escaping after speaking those words. The man on the other line began to speak, telling the CEO of something issues that had risen. "Yes, yes, just leave them on my desk. When I come back I'll take care of those stubborn people," he said. The two continued to talk about the business the whole way home, but before Vincent hung up, he told his assistant to go check on his home. He had been wondering how his home was doing.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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