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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 1:38 am
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly"  
He glanced at the man briefly to catch the half smile on his face, but not long after he'd glanced away again he felt hands on his shoulders, his body reacting as it usually did by going a bit stiff, though that wasn't the best thing to do in the deeper water. His hand shot up to try and push on Dendera's chest in an attempt at some sort of resistance, as pointless as it always seemed to be and as red as it made his cheeks. But, whatever pushing he'd been doing against the man had been cut short when he heard his companion's words, eyes going a little wide for a moment before darting off to the side, his cheeks lighting up just a little bit more. Somehow the conversation had gotten more serious than he'd first thought it was, and his usual stubbornness and struggling didn't quite seem appropriate yet again. All he could really do was listen, and try to communicate with words whatever was building up in his chest again.
Silas's mouth parted briefly before closing, attempting to speak but his voice didn't seem to want to work. Honestly, what was he supposed to say to that? This whole trip seemed to be full of conversations and events that held so much more gravity to them than he'd been involved in in years, if at all. He'd had some serious conversations, been in his share of serious situations, but none quite like the ones Dendera put him in or spoke to him about. His mind was trying to come up with a decent response, trying to come up with something from how blank it currently was. Maybe it was surprise that had caught him. Not once did he think he'd hear something like that, but then again, his time with the Umbreon seemed to be full of things like that, things he had a hard time wrapping his mind around and thinking through logically.
As cool as the water was, it felt like his blush had somehow spread through his whole body, warmed him, though it only ever stayed on his face. He was acutely aware of his companion, the hands on his shoulders, the side of his face pressed to his own, the hair floating around them, the warmth of skin under his own pale hand, the faint heart beat it picked up below the warm surface. The sound of the water vaguely registered compared to the breath near his ear, and the sound of his own blood pumping. That pressure was in his chest, but it wasn't the same as before, and for a reason he couldn't even get himself to think about, there were tears building up on the edges of his eyes. After a moment, he leaned his head forward and down to rest his forehead near Dendera's collarbone, shivering faintly at the temperature difference from cool water compared to warm skin.
He still hadn't answered the man, at least not clearly, and he knew it. Sometimes he wished Dendera could read his mind, which the man seemed to have difficulties doing at all. The Vaporeon was starting to realize just how difficult that probably seemed, reading him on a deeper level than just his outbursts and blushing face. Silas parted his mouth to try again, though still wasn't exactly sure on what to say. "..Please," was all he could finally get out, voice only loud enough for the Umbreon to hear, and a little shaky from his tears. In truth, he wasn't sure if he could even handle all of this again. When he'd first talked to the man sober, after lashing out at him like he had, he'd decided he'd try it 'just this once', 'this one time'. He was doing things now he never would have predicted, feeling things he didn't know he could feel until they were obviously there, right in front of him as evidence he couldn't brush aside as being false. As strong as a front as he tried to put on, Dendera had gotten past all that, and he wasn't sure if he could deal with the stress it put on him again. The feelings he felt now really could just be a 'one time thing', of that he wasn't sure, but before he'd even realized it, he was sure that he wanted it to be 'just this once', or more so 'just this person', 'just Dendera'.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:12 am
 The strongest among you
May not wear a crown
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When he felt the man's face press against him, he almost immediately slid his hands around Silas's back to embrace him, still lightly kicking his legs beneath the water to stay afloat in it. "'Please' what? I..don't understand." he said quietly, one hand slipping up into the mass of blue hair that now hung in his field of vision. He pushed through the water, to the close by land until his feet touched the sand and he could stand comfortably. Then, he pulled Silas's face away from him, cupping it in both of his hands to come to stare into his pretty eyes once again, a confused expression on his face. He didn't know what he'd planned to say or do, it all got lost somewhere, another thing that was new to the umbreon, fumbling.
"I don't know what I'm doing.." he said softly, an attempt at expressing that it was new to him, that he didn't know what he should do, what Silas wanted him to do. "I..I don't even know what I'm saying." he held his steady gaze, though it was becoming more difficult now and he didn't know what. It was just that knot in his chest, becoming a lump in his throat and the warmth on his face. A man that had almost always been in complete control of himself was now finding it harder to breathe. "I don't understand." he repeated in reference still to the single word that had come from Silas's lips. His hands soon found wet blue hair, tangling up into it as he pulled the vaporeon's face close, only stopping when their foreheads touched and his red eyes slipped closed. It was a familiar gesture, something that they had done before and he wasn't sure why but it soothed him in some small way.
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Standing on guard
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 5:15 pm
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly"
He felt the hands move, shift, heard the Umbreon's words, but before he could find it in himself to speak again they were moving. It would have startled him, suddenly feeling sand lightly brush against his toes, then in towards the shore enough to stand, but his mind was still circling. It was so empty yet still so loud, trying to put those loud, wordless emotions into words. But, it was almost beyond him. He didn't know what to call it, didn't know how to word them. He almost felt like a child, feeling, needing, or wanting something but not knowing how to voice it, not knowing what words to use, how to organize those feelings into thoughts that made sense and did more than just make it hard for him to think. It was times like these that he was learning that his 'thinking through everything' really didn't work, something new to him, and that maybe for once he could just let himself go, act and speak without thinking or worrying, but it scared him in such away that confused him. These times seemed so fragile, a word he wasn't accustomed to either, or nearly how he 'normally' acted, and he found that he didn't want to accidentally break them.
The Vaporeon let his face move, letting the man remove it from where he'd rested it, eyes now meeting those red ones again, the ones that always calmed him down. He listened to Dendera speak, his mind finally voluntarily working, but only briefly. '..I don't either,' he thought to himself, but they were quiet thoughts, calmed thoughts, though his heart was still beating a little quicker than usual in his chest, no sounds but the Umbreon's really registered in his ears, nothing caught his attention more than the person in front of him.
'..Please,' his mind repeated after their foreheads met, eyes closing a little, "..Stay..with me," Silas finally finished aloud, his voice still quiet but loud enough for the man to hear. His hand moved up after a moment a little hesitantly, almost on its own, resting on the arm of the hand that was in his wet hair, gripping it gently. Before he really knew it himself, his eyes closed the rest of the way, leaning up just a bit as his head angled back a little, lips meeting the Umbreon's a little awkwardly. It wasn't as short of a kiss as the others had been, that blush still lining his cheeks, but he didn't feel like pulling away quickly, didn't want to leave the warmth he felt from his companion, and the warmth that seemed to spread throughout his own body, the closeness, the sense of comfort and peace he got. The Vaporeon's free hand moved up after a moment, as well, finding its way to some of the hair that was draped against Dendera's side, tangling his fingers in it gently. It was strange, he didn't care if people saw, the people on the beach, the kids, the boat driver, none of them really seemed to matter at all, and he couldn't bring himself to think about them for more than that slight second.
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 6:22 pm
The strongest among you
May not wear a crown
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Dendera knew, knew that he was searching for something though he didn't know what as he stared into puddles of blue. His thoughts became completely washed away by the words that followed, and even more so by the surprise kiss that he received. Kisses from the vaporeon had lost their shock value after the first one had been snuck upon him but they were still never expected due to the shorter males reserved nature but what always caught the umbreon off guard about those kisses was the way they stuck a cord in him, warming his face and making his heart thump regardless of how many times he received those small gestures of affection.
"I.." he started but didn't know where the rest of the sentence had gone by the time that he was able to pull a voice from his throat. He let out a nearly inaudible laugh at himself as he realized the awkward state he was in once again, losing that previously constant control over himself. He decidedly stopped trying, trying to control himself and trying to be the strong figure he'd always striven to be, instead just going on pure impulse - he took hold of one side of his companions face, fingertips brushing up into pieces of blue hair that hung just in front of the man's ear, before pulling him close again to seek out another kiss. The umbreon allowed himself that moment to cherish his love's soft lips and the taste that came with the slightly less brief kiss, before slipping his hand on up into the mass of blue and pulling Silas into a comforting embrace, holding him close, pressing the vaporons face into the dip between his neck and shoulder, but not so much as squeeze as it was just encasing him there.
He spoke softly and it was probably hard to hear over the even flow of the rivers water around them, but it was audible, "You already know that I'm not going anywhere, Silas." his tone was serious but ever soft as he let his eyes slip close. He felt like he could stay that way for the longest time, just holding the younger man there as the rest of the world faded away. But he knew that there time in Egypt was coming to a close, and as much as he cared for his country in all her beauty and mystery, he came to miss being home - his real home where the both of them could be comfortable and where he could cope with his loss, remembering his soldier as he should instead of fighting in war for him that wasn't his war to fight anymore.
"Do you want to go home?" he asked, finally tilting his companions face up to see his own, a small smile now across his lips - the traces of the melancholy this trip had brought him faded away.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 11:01 pm
"He's a beautiful monster" "You're a knife, sharp and deadly"
The laugh took him off guard, as quiet as it was, it was unexpected. But, before he could get pulled out of the mood, the feelings that had overtaken him, lips met his own again. His instincts to fight it were there, he could feel the automatic reactions itching to be commenced at the edges of his thoughts. Surprisingly, though, he didn't fight back. Quite the opposite, in fact, as his lips willingly met the Umbreon's, his blush still obvious on his cheeks. The kisses were different this time, less flustered, less unlike they had been done with laced embarrassment, confusion, and a lack of understanding. They were still present in Silas, vaguely aware of them as he was his urge to fight the feelings he found strangely pleasant. But, instead of them being a dominating factor, they were minor, and the Vaporeon found a comfort, a peace, pleasure even in the actions, things he wasn't accustomed to, but was starting to find he wasn't against.
He let himself be shifted, pulled, a hand still gripping the man's hair while the other shifted in the movement, finding its way to Dendera's side under an arm. It wasn't a full embrace, but it was more than he'd given anyone in a long time, and his fingers pressed slightly into the warm skin where the gentle waves brushed up against.
His eyes had half closed by the time he heard the the Umbreon's soft words. They were reassuring to his ears, though that small part of him was still bracing itself for the opposite, for something to go wrong, for something to irreversibly change. Silas decided, in the moment, not to dwell on it now, he couldn't dwell on it now. He was exhausted, yet somehow almost refreshed in an unfamiliar way, comfortable even, and when Dendera spoke again he found they were words that he was waiting to hear, wanting to hear. The Vaporeon's mouth parted briefly to reply, but closed soon after, only nodding his head a bit against the man's skin.
Silas almost didn't want to move. It brought back a memory, a very old one, one of when he was a child, a child who just woke up with the warm sun on his face curled up in blankets. He didn't want to move, it all felt so comfortable, peaceful, even with the colder water rocking gently against their forms. The sun had already started drying his skin, his hair, but there was something else there, something in his chest. That new weight was there, the one that didn't hurt, didn't constrict, it almost weighed him in place, he was sure it did until his the waves and sand pushed and shifted enough to move him just that little bit, enough to assure him that he wasn't weighed down, at least not in a physical sense. "...I want to," he finally said, his voice almost as soft as Dendera's had been, and strange enough, to himself, he honestly meant it.
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[[ Sorry if this is terrible and out of character or something. I tried. Q_Q I'msorustyyy.]]
"And it's me that you cut into" "But I don't mind"
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