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 Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 6:43 am
Diary-
I am starting to wonder about my housemates. Nakshidil got a snapshot of several of the other boys, including Laertes. Though the Laertes picture is carefully hidden under her bed. I walked in on her hiding it the other day, and got $20 to keep my mouth shut.
She gave me $50 for a picture of him in the shower.
Infi did too.
Naira tried to jump off the bannister the other day, because Nakkie dared her to see if she could fly. She was about to go when I decided to stop her. Infi doesn't need any more stress. She's been locked up in her office for the last couple of days. I used my rights as an older sibling (whoo hoo!) to send Nakkie to her room, and sit Naira down and tell her not to jump from the second floor.
Fun times.
~Crout~
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 1:11 pm
Diary-
My class assisgnment today was to make a list of our top 5 favorite sounds, and tell why. She is trying to teach us not to take things for granted.
So, here I go.
1. I have to say that one of them is the sound of crashes and bangs coming from the kitchen. Why? Because that means that Infi is cooking. She's a pretty good cook, except when she's not.
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okay, scratch that. There are only two things she can make that don't taste lousy, and one is lasagna, and the other is seafood fettucine alfredo. However, I still relish the sound, especially when I hear Infi singing along with the crashes and bangs.
Cause then, I usually get to watch her dance on the kitchen table. xD
2. I love the sound of laughter. It is the sound that means that for at least one moment, someone is happy. It means that I'm not alone. And as trite as it sounds, the laughter I love the most is my family's.
3. I like the sound of thunder. Thunder means rain, and it means I get picked up from school just out of sight, so the dewis don't scare anyone. And on stormy nights, my family all gets together in the living room, and turns off all the power, and sits by the fireplace, making popcorn and telling each other funny, scary, and sad stories, and playing truth or dare. And sometimes that means Infi will play the piano for us.
4. I like to listen to the radio. It is something there, to occupy one's mind, keep them company, and block out silence.
5. I like the sound of breathing. Like when I have a bad dream, I'll sneak into Infi's room if I didn't scream and have her come to me. I'll watch her for a moment, either way, then I'll curl up next to her and listen to her breathe. I can tell when she's asleep because she has this quiet little snore. And within moments of curling up next to her, I'm asleep, listening to her breathe.
So, yeah, those are my 5 favorite sounds. They seem kind of strange, in retrospect. >_<
~Crout~
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 9:54 pm
Diary-
Hmmm.... updates in the life of Crout. Nothing new. I was told I'm an incurable pervert and Infi has started locking her door ALL THE TIME. It's an annoyance. Apparently, she's tired of me 'poisoning the minds' of the younger kids. Hey, I'm just the one who delivers the goods. She brings them into the house. Not my fault if Kael is getting caught kissing a pillow and calling it Dian.
Just an EXAMPLE, of course. ninja And it's not my fault if Naira and Nakshidil are starting to show an unhealthy interest in various sexual aids, and have started sleeping in the same room.... They're just friends, I assure her.
I don't think she believes me.
You know, I took a criminal profile thing on the internet. It said I'm most likely to be the serial murderer-rapist. That might be kind of squicky. I can't imagine killing someone and getting all bloody. Like, UGH.
I have developed a certain fondness for a pair of tight leather pants, and a pair of black knee-high boots that go over them, with buckles and zippers, and sex. I got a cute little trench coat at a store called Hot Topic, with all sorts of buckles. It looks very matrixy-plastic sleek. My hair is really starting to grow out too. it's almost to my waist now. Infi keeps trying to cut it, but I like to just french braid it, and let it go.
School is going alright. I have a bunch more essays due, and I'm slacking right now. >_X;;;
~Crout~
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:42 am
A. V. Karlet and IoS RP- Crout is preteen Crout growled and kicked a rock as he and Infi walked down the drive, Infi hauling Crout's bag over one shoulder. "Why am I going to Adrian's again?" he groused. Laertes sniggered from where he walked on Infi's other side, reaching around to pat Crout on the head. He was on his way to work, but had decided to accompany them.
Infi tossed her flame-red hair (a lovely color, she'd decided, and dyed it in a fit of whimsy.) "I told you. There are some things that require a manly touch, and your recent questions are one of them."
Crout bared his teeth at his "mother" in irritation. "You're manly sometimes! Make this one of them."
Laertes thought it would be wise to speed up his pace. The loud squeak of Infi's outrage behind them rewarded his thought, as well as Crout's squeal as Infi pinched his cheeks. "I'm not manly!" Infi protested, twirling around. Crout muttered something surly that the teenager couldn't quite hear, but at Infi's exhaled puff of air, he grinned. Those two were like children.
Athena swooped overhead. "Are you sure we don't just want a ride?" Crout asked, pointing at the goddess. "She'd get us there faster." he said, and Infi sighed, handing up Crout's pack for the goddess to take in her paws.
"No, she can't carry all of us. Besides, she's a goddess, not a workhorse, and it's not that much further." And within moments, Infi was herding her reluctant son up the walk to Adrian's house, beating him with his pack while Laertes followed behind obediently, and Athena curled up in the front yard, preening her multi-colored feathers.
Knock knock
"So, what is it we're doing, again?" Malachite asked as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen.
"Think of it as a trade, just for the weekend," Adrian explained again, glancing up from the brownie batter he was mixing. "You're gonna go over to Miss Infi's house for a bit and spend sometime with her, Laertes and all their creatures."
Mal made a face and whined, "But Laertes doesn't like me."
"Maybe he's loosened up since the first day."
"I doubt it. It would take..." Malachite paused, considering. "I think he'd have to get laid before he loosened up at all."
Adrian snorted, not bothering to hide his smirk.
"What about Crout? Won't he be there?"
"Eh, see, now, that's where things get interesting," his guardian said, pointing at Mal with his spatula. "Part of the point of this is you get to have some time with a motherly figure, and Crout gets to have some time with a fatherly figure."
Malachite blinked. "Why?"
Adrian shrugged, going back to his mixing. "Infi says he's been asking questions lately, and she's not comfortable enough to answer them."
"Questions about what?"
"None ya business," Adrian said, poking the boy in the nose with the chocolate-covered utensil.
Malachite wiped his nose clean, then licked his fingers. "So when does it all start?"
They both glanced up as a knock echoed through the front entrance hall.
"Right now." Adrian smiled, setting the bowl aside. "You did get packed and everything like I asked you to?"
"Yeah, I'm all set," Malachite said with a nod. "I just wanted to be sure I heard you right while I was waking up this morning."
"Is someone gonna answer the door, or what?" Hana snapped. She'd just come down the stairs and spotted shadowy figures behind the closed curtains of the front windows.
Kaleb peeked out from the doorway that led to the house's private dojo. "Answer the door yourself if you care so much," he said, stepping into the hall.
The two teenage-figures stood there glaring at each other while Malachite came out of the kitchen and headed for the door. He opened it, blinking at the figures on their doorstep -- and the rather colorful creature sitting on the front lawn of the mansion.
"Hello," he said, struck with a momentary bout of shyness. They'd become less frequent than they used to be, but they still popped up from time to time. "Come on in," he invited, holding the door open for them.
"Hey~" Adrian called and waved from the kitchen. He was busy putting a few things away and washing his hands.
When Malachite opened the door, Infi had Crout's cheeks pinned in an upward smile position. "Hi!" she said cheerfully, and pushed Crout forward on Malachite's invitation. "Hey Adrian!" she called back, cheerfully, and glanced around, looking for a place to set Crout's duffel.
Laertes followed them in, giving Mal a small smile, long blue denim skirt swirling about his ankles.
Infi glanced around, unsure of what exactly to do. Just, oh, grab Malachite and run like hell! Whee! Freedom from one troublemaker for a weekend. The fact that Nakshidil was doing the cooking tonight was another cause for her to want to hurry home- Nakkie cooked better than she did on most days.
The pinned-up smile was rather disturbing to the residents of the Karlet household, but Malachite did his best not to show it. He bowed pleasantly as the three stepped inside, and took Crout's duffle bag and set it at the end of the staircase. Hana and Kaleb were still standing there, staring, so Mal took it upon himself to introduce them
"Miss Infi, Crout, Laertes, this is Kaleb--" he gestured to the pink-haired boy with dog-ears -- "and Hana" -- the tiger-girl with the perpetual scowl.
"Yo," Kaleb said, flashing a V-sign.
Hana merely grunted.
"The others are probably upstairs," Malachite continued, counting off on his fingers. "There's Schye, Cyrus, Alfie, Locke, Haruki, Mackenzie, Nyako, Maki, Ailuene... and a couple more that I'm forgetting, but I doubt they'll all come down here to say hi. Adrian will point out who's who for you, though, if they don't introduce themselves," he added, glancing at Crout.
"You think we have a hard time keeping track of everyone, just wait until you get to Infi's place," Adrian said as he stepped out of the kitchen. He smiled at Infi. "Love the hair, by the way. Hey, Laertes. Have you settled in okay?"
Malachite shuffled around, fetching his own duffle bag from one of the window seats and carrying it over to the group. He waited patiently, silently wondering what was in store for him this weekend.
Infi gave Hana and Kaleb a warm smile. "Nice to meet you both." Crout gave a small smile and a little wave, and Laertes nodded to them both. When Adrian stepped out of the kitchen, Infi bounced across the room to give Adrian a peck on the cheek. "Thank you so much." she whispered in his ear. "He had me terrified nearly to tears, and Laertes in stitches last night. It's... lord, I hope Nakkie and Naira are easier."
In answer to Adrian's question, Laertes nodded. "I'm getting used to the eccentricities. And don't worry, Naira's taking care of Mara. Mal should be able to make it into his room without any kitty-made booby-traps." he assured the other male, with a little shudder. He gave Malachite a small smile. "Anyways, I have to get to work. Just came to see Crout off to his weekend of fun." he grinned and Infi gave a little groan, burying her face in Adrian's shoulder with loud mock sobs.
Pulling away, she grinned at Crout. "You be good. I hear he had any problems with you, and the entertainment center is gone. Hear me?"
Crout nodded. "Don't forget to feed the ponies!" he said quickly. "We have new foals so fresh water and food is really important. Keep them in the habitat I built, don't let them outside. After... well... Mara ate the one..."
Infi was the one who nodded this time. "Okay." she bent over and pressed a kiss to Crout's forehead. "Take care of my brat." she teased. "No more than 4 pieces when I come back for him, okay?"
Seeing as their presences were no longer required, Kaleb and Hana drifted into the dojo to spar while Crout was getting settled in. Kaleb did at least spare Malachite a wave goodbye as he was sneaking off.
Adrian smiled, an arm draping around Infi's shoulders. "Don't worry about it," he whispered back. "I'm more than happy to take over for you." He patted her shoulder at the mock-sobbing.
"Well, that's good, then," he said to Laertes. "Thanks for stopping by; it was good to see you."
"Have a good day at work," Mal offered. He frowned at the news that this Mara-cat had eaten a pony, but made a mental note to check on their food and water himself.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll physically be in one piece when you get him back," Adrian assured Infi with a grin. "I can't guarantee about mentally, but I'll do my best not to scar him too badly." He turned his grin on Crout. "Hopefully we can find some stuff to do that you'll like."
Malachite pouted softly, but Adrian's guardian radar picked up on it. "Take care of my baby, too, will ya?" he added quickly. "It's really the first time he's stayed over at someone else's house."
"'m not a baby," Malachite murmured, but managed a smile.
"Call me if you need anything," Adrian said, giving him a serious look, "even if it's the middle of the night."
"I will."
Infi smiled. "I'll take care of him. Everything should go smoothly. I'm not doing any cooking this weekend." Crout giggled and Infi ruffled his hair. "Okay, except for maybe that lasagna you like so much. Garfield."
Crout made a sound of mild protest, but grinned. Infi let him go and grinned at Malachite, hands falling to her hips. "Ready to go?" she asked cheerfully, pulling out her mobile phone and handing it to Crout. "I was going to make you a cheat sheet for the family, but Crout had faith in your memory skills. Khepri, one of the dewis, said he'd take you flying. And Malaike and Julian said they'd take you swimming."
Idly, Infi wondered how Malachite would react when he found out his... swimming companions... were merpeople. She stretched, and waited for Malachite's response. "I figured we'd have Athena take your bag back. Nakshidil said she'd pick out a good room for you. You mind walking, or would you rather have a ride? It'll only take a minute for one of the others to be here." Athena COULD carry them both, but she didn't want to make the goddess work too hard.
"I'm sure you will," Adrian said, smiling. He'd already known about Crout's love for lasagna, so he hoped he could pull off a decent one for him this weekend. He went over and gave Malachite a hug, coupled with a quick noogie before he let the boy go.
Mal recovered quickly, looking up at Infi and nodding. "Flying and swimming?" he echoed. "Sounds like fun. Ah... okay. I don't mind walking, really. I could have Hana or Kaleb give us all a ride, if you really wanted." He gave her another one of his shy glances.
Infi shrugged. "Let's walk." she said, cheerfully. "You have all weekend to be at my house, and it's not a horrible walk." she gently appropriated Malachite's duffel and took it outside, handing it to the rainbow-winged goddess. "Nakshidil said she'd probable end up giving him the aquarium room." she told the dewi, and Athena nodded, lifting off with a single sweep of her huge wings.
Infi waved at Crout again, blew a huge, dramatic kiss at Adrian, and waited patiently for Malachite to join her for the walk back to her home- and her zoo.
"Well, that's that," Adrian said, heading back inside the mansion and letting the door shut behind him. "You wanna sit down and relax for a bit? Either in the living room or the kitchen -- it doesn't matter, but at least in the kitchen I can finish up that pan of brownies I was working on."
Crout gave Adrian a small smile and followed the other male towards the kitchen. "Infi can't cook." he said. "It'll be nice to have a good pan of brownies. Last night she tried to make some cookies so Malachite would have some and almost burnt the kitchen down." he sat down in the kitchen and grinned.
Adrian led Crout into the kitchen, which was next to the dining room, behind and to the right of the front staircase.
"Ah, I see," he chuckled, pulling a stool out from the counter for Crout to sit on. He went back to his bowl of brownie mix and set about pouring it into a pan, scraping the sides of the bowl. "Well, Mal's not too picky about his food, so I'm sure if your mom did make anything, he'd still try and eat it."
He paused, glancing up at the dark-haired boy. "Are you a picky eater?" he asked, just to be sure. After the bowl was sufficiently scraped, he slid it and the chocolatey utensils over to Crout while he popped the pan into the oven.
Crout shrugged at Adrian, picking up one of the utensils and licking it clean. "I don't like stuff that's too spicy. And I don't like mushrooms. Other than that, I'll eat anything." he said firmly. And he would, especially if it was homemade. One thing he'd forced himself to learn was that it wasn't just the taste that mattered. The thought counted for a lot.
Adrian finished cleaning up the mess he'd left in the kitchen, frowning softly as he considered what else he could make. He flailed suddenly, remembering to set the timer for the brownies.
He regained his composure and smiled at Crout. "Well, good. I'm sure we'll be able to find something to your liking, then. How about we sit in the living room for a bit, where we'll be more comfortamable? You can bring the bowl and stuff in."
He led the way out of the kitchen and across the entrance hall to the front living room. "In case you haven't realized," he said, gesturing to some of the more expensive-looking decorations, "this isn't really my house. But judging by how little the mistress is around, it might as well be. She was kind enough to let me move in here a year ago, and I haven't had the heart to move out."
He settled on one of the couches, stretching his arms over the back of it. "She's been really generous about letting me stay, and all my kids have grown up here. But anyway, I'm babbling; sorry." He chuckled softly and looked a little embarassed.
Crout giggled softly, watching Adrian almost forget to set the brownies. That small action set him more at ease than anything. At Adrian's offer to bring the bowl, Crout shook his head quickly and set it in the sink, rinsing it out quickly before following the older male towards the living room. "It is a very nice house." he said politely. It was much less homey to him somehow though than his house. This one was full of expensive decorations, while Infi bought cheap little baubles that amused her, and decorated it with things that didn't look like they'd be bad if they got broken.
But the house was really nice, he thought. It would be homey for him if it wasn't so... lonely.
You could actually hear yourself think. No kittens wreaking havoc, no dewis roaring at each other, no little neighs in his ear from Shahar and Siobhan. No "bam, crash, thud, crack, Aaaaah!"
On second thought, it was pretty nice. Heh.
He curled up on one of the couches, knees drawn up towards his chest, head lying on the arm of the chair. "It's alright." he said with a smile. "Please, feel free to 'babble'." he said with a smile. "I didn't see it as such." It was nice to know someone had such an attachment to things. Infi went stir-crazy if things weren't changing.
Stability was something Crout was starting to count as precious. Adrian seemed to have it in abundance.
"At least someone doesn't see it as babbling," Adrian laughed again. He paused at a thump against the wall behind his head. "The dojo is in the room next door," he explained. "Hana and Kaleb are almost always fighting, but at least they do most of it in there. Everyone else is upstairs. They're a quiet bunch of kids, but they'll be more than willing to have someone new to play with, if you let them.
"So, what's on your mind?" the man finally asked, settling against an arm of his couch. "I know things've been hectic at your place, what with the new kids and all. How're you holding up?"
Crout smiled at Adrian. A dojo, huh? That could be fun. "Ummm....." he thought about Adrian's question for a while before answering. "It's been tougher than I thought it would be. Naira's been hanging about an awful lot, then with Nakkie and Laertes there in the mornings, it's strange. I'm so used to having her attention, then suddenly it's like... she's not there as much. Though I know she's trying to make us all feel like we get enough of her time." he frowned, staring down at his hands. "And yet, she's got some little boy named Kael coming to live with us soon too, and it's... intimidating, I guess. But I like Naira. Nakkie scares me. She's still crushing on A'Hallei. Laertes is quiet, and seems to still be testing Infi in a lot of ways. But I think we're coming together as a family fairly nicely."
The black-haired boy shrugged. "It just gets lonely sometimes. Strange, in a house full of people, but... sometimes it just feels like I'm missing something."
Adrian nodded as he listened. "I think I can understand that," he said when Crout finished. "I was an only child, from what I remember, so I didn't have the same experience you're having. But with as many kids as I have, I realize that I don't get to spend as much time with each of them as I'd like to. I don't love them any less, which I hope they realize.
"I'm sure your mom is much the same way," he added. "She really does love you, you know. She just doesn't always get a chance to express it."
Crout nodded, giving Adrian a warm smile. "I know." he said softly. "Cause she's always making lasagna." he gave an almost girlish giggle. "But, it's really nice sometimes, having such a big family. You can kind of get lost in it, yet at the same time, you know someone is always looking out for you. Cause it isn't just the 4 of us she has to take care of. There's the dewis, though she usually leaves most of that deciding up to the gods and the older dewis... and the ponies, and the merkiri. Plus, she's got a job.... I think...." his voice trailed off.
"But she told me she's not talking to me agaibn until I stop with puberty."
Almost on cue Crout's voice cracked and he buried his face in his arms.
Adrian stifled a sound of amusement, but couldn't mask the smirk on his face. "Is that so?" he asked. "How come? Surely it's not just because of your voice; everyone -- er, well, every guy -- has that problem."
Crout groaned. "That's what she says... to every question I ask. But she won't give me a list of problems. And when I find one, and ask her about it? She usually gives this odd squeak and tells me to ask Laertes. But Laertes just sort of laughs and says I'll figure it out." he rolled his eyes. "I don't want to figure it out 10 years from now, I want to know NOW."
"I see," Adrian said. He inwardly sighed, but went ahead and asked, anyway; it was why Crout was here, afterall. "Like, what kind of problems do you ask about?"
Crout frowned, twisting nervously in his seat. "Well, I know the basics. I've read all of Infi's books, but they only make me more curious. Like, does it hurt the girl, and does it hurt to be on the bottom, and how do guys keep from peeing instead, and why do gay guys wear condoms if they can't get pregnant anyways, and..." he sucked in a deep breath, popping his lips in annoyance.
Adrian kept his expression completely neutral as Crout listed off some of his questions.
He stretched his arms a bit before getting comfortable. "Well, let's see what I can do to answer some of those for you," he said, counting off on his fingers in an attempt to keep track of them. "Does it hurt the girl? Sometimes. It depends on if it's her first time and how aroused she is.
"Does it hurt to be on the bottom? Again, sometimes. But if it hurt all the time, no one would do it. The biggest thing to remember, whether you're with a guy or a girl, on top or bottom, is to stretch and use lubrication. It makes things a lot easier for both of you."
He paused as he considered the answer to the next question. "There's... I don't remember how it all works, or the anatomically correct names for everything, but when a guy gets an erection, there's a muscle that contracts and keeps pee from going through the urethra. Pee and semen both pass through the urethra."
By this point, he was getting to be quite red in the face, but he wasn't going to stop. "And gay guys wear condoms because it helps protect them from sexually transmitted diseases and infections. You don't want any kind of bacteria getting into small tears in the skin, or in your urethra. That's just asking for trouble."
Crout sighed. It made sense, but those were things he'd mostly been able to figure out for himself. Now came the kicker question. The one that had made Laertes turn beet red and fall off the bed. "So how do we properly masturbate without getting an infection? If the muscle contracts to keep pee out of the semen, it would relax eventually, right? So, like, proper tactics to keep from getting the other fluids in our urinary tract." Crout waved his hand. "I asked Laertes to show me, but he just sort of... looked at me dumbly. I suppose I shouldn't have asked to be shown, but... he wouldn't even look up stuff for me in books to look at."
Adrian turned even redder at this question, but didn't fall off the couch. "Well... yes," he said, trying to gather the remains of his composure. "See, after you ejaculate, the blood flows out, and you lose your erection. The erection helps that muscle do what it's supposed to, and keeps one substance from the other. Once the erection goes away, that muscle or whatever it is goes back to normal.
"So, you really don't have to worry about getting an infection just by masturbating," he concluded. "As long as you keep yourself clean, you'll be fine. Did that answer your question or just confuse you more?"
Crout frowned. He'd have to think on that. He pursed his lips and sank back into his cushions, debating. "It made sense." he assured Adrian. But the think he wanted to know was HOW one went about being cleam. Wasn't sex innately a messy thing?
He'd have to think on it.
Definitely.
He had all day tomorrow to ask questions, right?
"Oh, good," Adrian said, scratching the back of his head. "Speaking of looking up stuff, I've got a book on men's health if you'd like to check that out. And if you want to get really scientific, I'm sure we could find a medical dictionary in the library."
He glanced up as he heard a door in the hall open, and wasn't surprised when Kaleb stuck his head into the doorway. "Karlet~" the pink haired teen whined, "when's dinner?"
"Whenever Crout decides what he wants on his pizza," Adrian replied as he turned back to their guest. "We can make 'em here, or order delivery; it makes no difference."
Crout's stomach rumbled and he gave a nervous little laugh. "I've never made my own pizza." he said finally. "It sounds like fun." he smiled at Kaleb. "I don't rightly care what goes on them as long as no mushrooms. I hate mushrooms." Infi usually ate them for him- not that he was supposed to notice her snitching them off his plate.
"A'ight, no mushrooms for the stripey boi," Kaleb said with a shrug. He turned and headed off to the kitchen to help get the ingredients ready to make the pizzas.
There was a clamor of noise in the entrance hall as creatures began streaming down the stairs and into the kitchen. Adrian could only assume Hana had announced that dinner was starting.
"So, any more questions, or wait until after dinner?" Adrian asked, just to be sure.
"No more questions for right now." Crout said finally. "I think.... I have a bit to think on." his nod was satisfied. Answers at last.
But, if they found it pleasurable... "Why do the girls in pornos scream if it's supposed to feel good?"
Adrian blinked at the last question, and then looked thoughtful.
"Crout, there's a difference between actual sex and pornography," he finally said. "Kind of like how things in TV shows and movies don't match up to things in real life, porno is the same way. The actors ham it up and make things more melodramatic than they really are in the real world.
"Aaaand some people, while they're having sex, scream because it feels really, really good," he finished. "It sounds weird, but it's true."
He rose from the couch and offered his hand out to Crout, smiling. "We'd better head into the kitchen before everyone takes all the good toppings."
Crout nodded thoughtfully. Alright. That kinda made sense. But why you'd want to ham up sex, he had no idea. He took Adrian's hand absently, and let the older man lead him into the kitchen, lost in thought.
Adrian tugged the preteen along behind him, nudging critters away with his foot. It just wouldn't do to have their guest trip over the Jivvins and end up hurting himself or anyone else.
The scene in the kitchen was borderline chaotic, though Kaleb and Hana were doing their best to take command, all the while casting glares at each other. Ingredients had been unloaded from the fridge, and dough was being mixed and tossed in the air. Adrian cringed at the sight of so much flour and dough stuck to cupboards, the overhead pan rack, and the ceiling fan.
"Oi, you're all cooking like a bunch of animals!" he complained, raising his voice to be heard above the din.
Though everyone in the room stopped to look at him, the statement didn't have too great an effect; most of them were animals, afterall...
"What kind of impression are you trying to leave on our guest?" Adrian continued, tugging Crout forward.
"An unpainful one?" Hana suggested with a raised eyebrow.
Adrian snatched a knife out of Maki-the-Elf's hand and glared at him. "No knives," he growled. "Leave the vegetable chopping to the big kids."
Maki pouted, and then turned back to tossing dough around the kitchen.
Kaleb passed over a ball of dough to Crout. "Here, kid, take a toss at this. If you mess it up, don't worry, you're the only one who'll have to eat it."
Crout eyed the dough Kaleb tossed at him, but caught it. "So, what, I just toss it in the air?" he asked, watching the others do it. He'd never made pizza before, they'd always ordered in. So he gingerly tossed the ball in the air, hoping it wouldn't stick to the ceiling. When the dough looked to be appropriately round, he looked around helplessly, holding it. "What do I do now?"
Adrian hid his smirk as Crout tried his hand at tossing the pizza dough. He grabbed his own handful of dough and tossed it in the air, using the knuckles of his fists to spread it out. "You could make that a little thinner, if you wanted to," he said as he demonstrated. "But if that's how thick you want your crust, go ahead and put whatever toppings you want on it."
"That's if everyone doesn't go ahead and eat them, first," Kaleb said, smacking Maki's hand as it dug around in the bowl of green pepper pieces.
Crout eyed the crust and debated. "No, I think this will be good." he said finally, and spooned some tomato sauce onto the crust before adding on cheese, and black olives, carefully avoiding the mushrooms. Pineapple and dried tomatoes, as well as some garlic and sausage topped off his pizza, and he wrinked his nose, eyeing the little fish on the counter. "Sardines?" he asked, and pondered. He'd heard they weren't that bad, buut... they looked really, really gross.
Rayen snuck up to the counter and picked out a couple of tiny fishes for himself, popping one into his mouth as he crawled out of the way. Hana made a face at him, but answered Crout's question. "Those are anchovies, actually. If you don't like 'em, don't take 'em."
"She really likes them," Adrian confided in Crout, "but help yourself. We've got plenty."
"The first batch of pizzas are goin' in," Kaleb announced as he opened the large oven. The little ones stood back away from the heat as they watched their creations slide inside.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 12:53 am
Make up your mind
Decide to walk with me
Around the lake tonight
Around the lake tonight
By my side
By my side
I'm not gonna lie
I'll not be a gentleman
Behind the boathouse
I'll show you my dark secret
I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
My blushing bride
My lover, be my lover, yeah...
Don't be afraid
I didn't mean to scare you
So help me, Jesus
I can promise you
You'll stay as beautiful
With dark hair
And soft skin...forever
Forever
Make up your mind
Make up your mind
And I'll promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet angel
So help me, Jesus
(hey, hey, hey)
Give it up to me
Give it up to me
Do you wanna be
My angel?
So help me!
Be my angel
Be my angel
Do you wanna die?
I promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet angel
So help me, Jesus
Jesus
Jesus
Jesus...
Quote: Heard this song on the radio. For some reason, I like it. It makes very little sense to me, but... xd We can't all be geniuses, can we? he was probably on drugs when it was written anyways. Yay for musicians. I'm watching her more. She doesn't see me. She's as oblivious to my attention as Dian was to Kael's at dinner the other night. She won't be oblivious when I have her *scribbles here, indecipherable* No, she'll be screaming. I can imagine, her blood is as red as her hair, when it's on her. ~Crout~
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 12:58 am
I graduated today. Straight B's. Infi was teed, but we can't all be little mini geniuses. She gave me one of the biggest smiles I've seen from her when I came up to her afterwards, and those pretty lips came up. She was going to kiss my cheek. I turned my head, instead.
Gods, her lips were soft. And I saw her eyes widen, but she didn't pull away. So I took advantage. I kissed her like... I don't know. Like she was air, and I was gasping and dying, and starving for it. And for a moment, she was air, and I was satiated.
Then she pulled away from me. The whore. Pulled away, her face pale as a sheet, and that bright lipstick smeared across her face, and probably on mine. Pulled away, looking so horrified, like she'd committed some kind of sin. And ran. Left me standing there with her lipstick on my face, and a hard-on like I'd never had before.
I went home, and we had a nice quiet family dinner. She wouldn't look at me. Her lips were swollen, I didn't know I'd kissed her that hard. After dinner, everyone always goes their separate ways. I cornered her in the living room. I don't know what I wanted to do. But I had her pinned against the wall, staring up at me with those bright green eyes...
And I left it. I didn't know what I wanted to do, or say. I couldn't kiss her again, she'd looked so upset earlier. I couldn't touch her, not unless I knew she'd respond. She wasn't one of the cheap whores I'd slept with in high school. ********, she was the woman who had... raised me?
Happy graduation.
~Crout~
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:44 am
DeMoNtAiNtEd "So..." D' paused, taking quite a moment to study Crout, "Gonna try and play with the big boys, are ya?" Couldna help the derisive smile that slid upon his face as he stared up at Crout from his position in the kiddy pool. He'd have to get out soon; he'd picked cinnamon flavoured for a reason... s**t stung like a b***h. InfinitiesOfSoules Crout eyed DT from his *standing* position. "Sorry, but I don't see any big boys around here." His voice was a drawl. "Just one puppy, and one midget." He glanced down at D', eyes laughing. "And I'm not the midget." DeMoNtAiNtEd "Aren't you just one confused little boy."DT emphasized his point by cupping the other kid's groin. Never much liked the kid. Hell, he didna much like eighty percent of the lot that came out of his uncle's mansion, bunch a pretty boy airheads is what they grew up to be. "An' afore you get to thinkin' I'm a damn midget, you better check yourself to asure you even begin to measure up." There, gave him a little squeeze down south to make sure the little s**t got more than just the damn message. "Now get the ******** up and offa me smallfry 'afore I decide you'd be better off known as 'lefty'." he growled, bracing himself with his free hand to then put shoulder into Crout; thus using his full arm to haul the other boy clean off him. And if the kid thought to retaliate in kind to genital pain, he'd have to damn well think again. He'd been around them ********' anklebiters long enough to start wearin' and carryin' all sorts of bloody protection. Next week he'd be gettin' his newly commissioned cover; built in taser protection against all sorts of godamn wondering hands and stray body parts. InfinitiesOfSoules Crout smirked at DT. "Have you ever heard the phrase, it's not the size of the boat, it's how you row it?" He tilted his head, golden eyes mischevious. He leaned forward, frighteningly close to the older man. "I'm still young enough to be able to row for a long, long time. Unlike you, who probably wore out your oars a long, long, long, LONG time ago." He leaned closer to DT, pressing a light kiss to the older man's mouth, licking his lips afterward. "You were probably great in your day, but you're just getting outdated." he smiled sweetly, and allowed Dt to manhandle him. DeMoNtAiNtEd Christ... who did this kid think he was? "I've heard every bloody phrase about a mans c**k, s'pity you haven't banged enough men and women to figure out which ones ring true." D' returned blithely, now standing shortly after dropping Crout back into the pool. If the little s**t was so hot to trot, let him burn down there. Young he was... And stupid. But no doubt, D' was sure the kid was able to go for a fairly long period of time. ...after busting his load six or seven times with 30-45 second intervels, depending. He snorted at that thought, smirk on lips, deciding not to share; but figured a rather telling stare with a quorked eyebrow would do good enough. "You're right, shortstack, I am great, in my day, your day, and any day." a biting remark to be sure, or not, either way, simple truth was truth indeed. Thank the gods for werewolf stamina and near-eternal youth; hell, he hadn't even hit his prime yet... actually couldn't wait, heard it was the best years to be had. D' appeared to have paused in a somewhat thoughtful manner at the last, 'outdated' remark. "Hn..." he began jovially, "Wouldn't it be the other way around... Crout?" D' paused, going on in that same, sickeningly sweet tone, "You being the outdated one~ afterall, your previous 'adoptive parent' must have thought so to leave you high and dry." And that wasn't even the start of how vicious DT could be... In fact, he could be doubly cruel when it came to every single, last, one of the ridiculous little bastards that were in and out of his uncles' mansion. InfinitiesOfSoules "They were just upset they couldn't ******** me." Crout snarled. His adoptions were his weak point, but if D has REALLY wanted to hit home, he'da talked about someone else instead. His smile matched D's ounce of hate for ounce of hate. He pulled out of the lube, and licked his fingers lightly. Mmm, spicy. His golden eyes were limpid pools as he stared blandly at the older man. Abruptly, his hand shot forward and he caressed D through his pants, pondering. "Not big enough to give me a good time." he muttered to himself, instead focusing on licking the lube off his fingers. He gave D a mocking smile, running his hands up his body and cleaning the lube off his pants. Joy, lube and leather. Wonderful, if you wanted to be STUCK in your pants. "And I bet you are great." the teen said, and reached up to pet D lightly. "In your dreams." DeMoNtAiNtEd "I'm sure that's what you tell yourself every time your mother shoots you down." D' waved idly, beyond bored, and vaguely annoyed with the kid. He was annoying to be sure, but he just wasn't doing it. Just wasn't evoking enough anger to bother with; so that just left him with the feeling you get when there's a fly in the room... and you just don't want to put forth the effort to kill it, or trap it and rips its wings off. A groin pet? He thought that was going to tempt him? WHAT ******** DAY AND AGE ARE WE IN NOW? Damnit this kid was well and truly ******** annoying. That, and he was tired, not to mention he probably had bloodshot eyes from staring at a damn screen all day. So, he'd make this a short and shitty ending to a less than absolutely wonderful day. It involved grabbing Crout by the throat and squeezing his neck, not immediately crushing, but the slow, drawn out, painful sort. "Look kid, I dun like you and I dun much like yer lungs." D' growled quietely, near nose-to-nose with the quickly skin-color changing Crout; "In the future, if you want to keep those lungs, shut the bloody ******** up and keep your hands to your ********' self if I happen to be in the same room as you." He thought his next move drove the seriousness of his statement home in Crout's little pea-sized mind. By crushing his throat and snapping the spine, The poor child dropped to the floor like a rag doll, perfectly conscious, unable to do much more than weeze, dribble some blood and spit, and then glare balefully up at his person. Never fear for those of the feint heart... Crout would heal completely, give or take ten to twenty minutes or so. DT knew these things because he'd had ample practice back at the mansion; for there was more than one reason why most of the children steered clear of him when he visited. ((and here is where I remind all GCB that despite being above average in all fields, that does not mean they can snap an arm or a leg, they could probably scarcely bruise it without training or instruction. the only thing that comes natural to them -untrained- and unchecked, would be their healing. and lastly, when RPing in any of the GCB threads, DT is older, stronger, and a whole helluva lot less tolerant of any other participant, even if your rp-character is somewhat ungodly, DT fights dirty enough to end it quickly 'afore he starts taking on too much damage)) InfinitiesOfSoules Crout wouldn't bother to glare balefully up at anyone. He didn't care. He hurt like a bigdog, but he wasn't intending to be anyone's b***h, plzthnks, so he supremely preferred a throatcrush. He managed to blow Dt a kiss, choking up some blood into the lube, rolling his eyes and waiting for the pain to go away. If he was lucky, he'd be babied when he got home.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:29 am
Stupid b*****d.
Wasn't even hitting on him, and he beat me up.
Arsehole just wishes he coulda done me, that's what it is. Knew he couldn't keep up. He wouldn't'a'been able to stay ard long enough to get all the way in, much less all the way off. cool
But on the plus side:
I saw Infi naked. Very short, disappointing story involving her forgetting to lock the shower door, and Laertes opening it up just in time to watch her drop the towel, revealing miles of pale, dripping flesh...
Laertes wasn't impressed, but damn, I was.
I think Micah was too. I know the girlies were. Mini-Lezbos. KILL THEM.
She also gave a nice squeak, flushed all the way down to the tips of her perky little *obviously scratched out words* Nice a** too.
I scared her shitless though, when I got dragged back. She actually flung herself down on me, giving me a perfect view of her aforementioned boobs, and kissed me when I gave her a pitiful look and a whimper.
Came to when I slid my hands up her skirt and started playing with her thong.
Smacked the hell out of me, swore to kill me when I felt better, and proceeded to get naked in my bathroom. I feel so punished. Bad Crout.
Hope she didn't notice the cameras. cool
Yes, I make videos of the shower. Hell, I've slept around enough I have my own porn collection.
~Crout~
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 10:08 pm
This is an official hiatus notice on my part. I'll be back when I can, estimate a month before my life is somewhat back on track.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:00 am
((I am still on hiatus, this is just because I had some time. ))
Adding insult to injury:
I fell out of the bathroom window.
Please don't ask how. It's embarassing.
......
okay, okay, fine.
Did I tell you about Xue? He's this size-shifting angel-thing. Infi calls him her conscience. Well... I got jealous. Short story is that I tried to flush him down the toilet. in self-defense, he got big, busted the toilet, and then spread his wings, and they knocked me through the wondow. >/////<
So.... he's my nurse! Even down to the cute little mini skirt, and nurses hat. It was that, or Infi swore she'd clip his wings. She was pretty upset. cool Problem is, I'm already healing, fast. Hell, it was only the third floor. Xue is so mad, but every time he tries to tattle, I start whining and moaning. hell, it gets me attention, AND gets him in trouble.
Since she died her hair back to it's natural color, I don't get the blood dreams any more. A shame, she looked beautiful. I still dream of her, but it's not... well... creepy anymore.
I am also working on finding a job. I don't want to stay here forever. I figure, if I can prove to myself that I am independent, prove to myself I am a man, I can prove it to her too. I want to be. I can't bring myself to touch anyone else. I need to resolve this. I need to get it out of my blood. I'm tired of being told it's wrong, it's creepy.
I want her. I love her.
And so I guess... I'll have to earn her.
~Crout~
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:44 am
((I am still on hiatus, this just hit me. >////< )) I finally convinced 'mom' to go to the club with me last night. Heee, I got trashed, which I am sure was a bad impression. But s**t, she could move. I'm starting to think dance is something that comes naturally to just about everyone in this house. Get out my head and into the bed girl...
Cause you done know, plottin' out the fantasy..
Hey baby girl and it's you a the key...yo...me go so then I got her out on the floor and it all sort of clicked into place from there. I might only be a teenager, but she fit perfectly into my arms, like we were these puzzle pieces clicking. From you look inna me eye gal I see she you want me
When you gonna give it up to me
Because you body enticing you makin' me horny
When you gonna give it up to me
Well if a not today girl then a must be tomorrow
When you fulfill my fantasy
Because you know I give you lovin' straight like an arrow
When you gonna give it up to me I'd left the coat on the chair, and was currently in an outfit Laertes would have been proud of me wearing... If he hadn't dressed me. A blood-red and gold cheongsam with no sleeves, and a pair of black leather trousers with a pair of boots I'd been attached to since high school. From yuh look inna mi eye gal I see seh yuh want me
When you gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Because yuh body enticin yuh makin mi horny
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow (Oooh, oooh, oooh)
When you FULFILL MY FANTASY
Because yuh know I give yuh lovin straight like an arrow
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME I could feel it in the way she moved, that she was teasing me. It was hell. If everything you wanted was in your arms, pressed against your body to the point of indecency, you'd want to take it, wouldn't you? You'd want to make it it yours forever. Instead I pulled her closer, slid my hands around her waist and pulled her into me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and moved against me, slid down me and back up, and laughed. Hey pretty girl...Say me love fi see you walk...
You no habla ingles but just listen me when me a talk
This ya one yeah from me heart, woman you got me caught
You ever inna me thoughts and no left me inna the dark, inna the...
First place gal that's where you belong, so just let me flip the switch woman I can turn it on and...
Gimme the passion from dusk till dawn...Tell me if you want it fi gwaan...my girl..
"You torturing me on purpose?" I asked with a laugh, and watched her lightly painted lips curve up into a wicked smile. "I need a reason to punish my little boy?" she asked, and I slid my hand over her a**, pinching her. Her eyes were startled and she looked so damned... innocent when she swatted my shoulder. "Don't do that!" she complained lightly. I tugged her against me, and bent my lips to her throat. "Do what?" I murmured, and felt her melt into me as my teeth grazed over the pulse in her throat. As a woman on my own I got it goin on
And I'm liking what I'm seeing I don't wanna be alone
Cause you got me in a daze your illusion make me sway
We go back and forth and round and round and nothing turn away
Baby boy could it be wonderful like this
To say it's only bout in the way you twist
Cause you got me in a daze your illusion make me sway
I'm caught into you now I'm tempted to stay, oh no! Confusion, Dizziness. Everything after that was pretty much a mishmash of drinking and dancing, and getting dropped off at the house by a scandalized taxi driver. Before we even made it in, clothes were strewn across the lawn, more landing on the stairs until we fell into Alana's room, and onto her bed. "I've wanted this for so long." I informed her as I ran my hands over her softly. Her purple eyes were dazed, and I bit my lip. This would be so horribly easy. From yuh look inna mi eye gal I see seh yuh want me
When you gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Because yuh body enticin yuh makin mi horny
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow (Oooh, oooh, oooh)
When you FULFILL MY FANTASY
Because yuh know I give yuh lovin straight like an arrow
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME "I am so drunk." she murmured in my ear as I lowered my head to her shoulder, teeth scraping over her tender flesh. "Yes, you are." I admitted, knowing my eyes were dark. She arched her hips, humming. "The entire world is bubbly." she giggled. I smiled, lips trailing down her body, hands roaming the flesh there. "It does seem like that, doesn't it?" I didn't want it like this, didn't want her drunk. "Damn you." I snarled, and sank my teeth into her shoulder. She gave a light scream, raking her nails down my arms, and I grumbled at the pain. "I can't hate you though." I informed her. She wriggled under me, blankly. "Whatever." she muttered. So I grinned, rolling off her and pulling her onto my chest. "Go to sleep, silly." I whispered, running his hands through her hair and settling back into the pillows. She curled up on my chest, yawning. So why can't you see....we ought to be....together girl don't front on me
I just wanna be near so don't have no fear and lemme see you bring your body right over here
Because you should share it...girl I'll care it.....And I'm gonna give you love so clear
It gonna make you shine and once you are mine...we be rockin' it until the end of time I stayed awake the whole night, eyes roving her. I lay her back on the bed and admired every inch I could see, but I couldn't bring myself to touch her. When I finally had her, I'd have her awake and aware. And I knew she'd remember the way she'd responded to me. Her body knew now, even if her brain still refused to accept. I didn't really know how long it would take, but as I kissed her, laying her nude body back on the pillows and covering her with her hair, tugging on the pants that had gotten tugged off last night (with her teeth, I remembered fondly) and slipping out the door. Laertes was coming in from the club as I was leaving her room, and he gave me a curious look. "Struck out due to cursed morality." I admitted, and his lips curved. "Don't worry, Crout. You can only strike out so many times before she'll give you pity sex." His eyes, the same shade as hers, taunted me. I leaned in close. "I can only strike out so much before I hit on you for a quick fix. I hear you are horrifyingly easy." my smile was cruel, and I didn't bother with checking his reaction, I just slipped into my room and closed the door, throwing myself onto my bed.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:42 am
Breakfast was a peaceful affair. Crout grinned, handing Alana a cup of coffee as she stumbled downstairs. "You look like hell." he commented cordially. A low grunt and a growl was his only response. "So, did you get drunk last night to avoid me?"
"Crout, please, not this early in the morning. I think I am gonna barf." the elf muttered as she took a seat at the table, gulping down the bitter brew.
"Convenient way to avoid dealing with-"
"CROUT!" Infi hissed as loudly as she dared. "Don't do this."
"You know I don't like it when you drink."
"Well, I'm an adult, it's my choice."
"I don't think it's a good one. I think you're turning into an alcoholic."
"When you're an adult, I'll listen to you." she snapped.
The teen leaned across the table and grabbed a fistful of her black hair, kissing her hard. "You'll damn well listen to me anyways." he snapped. "I'm tired of playing these games with you. I know you don't want to own up to the attraction you feel because I am still a teenager, but DAMN, I'm tired too. I'm not a puppy to get dragged around by every smile, every touch." his hand stroked down her face and he nuzzled her cheek lightly.
"Then stop it, Crout. Find someone your own age, your own type. I know you sleep around so don't play martyr with me it won't work."
"I sleep around because I can't get what I want. WHO I want. I've been attracted to you for as long as I can remember."
"Lust and love are two different things. I am your mo-"
"DAMNIT, don't do this again. I know the difference. I'm not a KIDDLET anymore!" the teen stared at his caretaker with furious eyes. "I'm sick of these games, and I won't play them anymore. I'd be very careful next time you decided to hide from me behind alcohol. I have respected your feelings so far, but I am no saint."
"That's obvious." the woman muttered.
Crout's smile was shark-like. "You don't like the idea of sleeping with someone drunk. You don't like the idea of sleeping with a teenager. The worst crime is sleeping with a drunk teen, or being drunk when you do so. So, I'll be good. I won't touch you anymore until I'm old enough for your taste. But in exchange, you won't DRINK anymore until I am that age."
"That's extortion. Or something."
"It's equivalent exchange."
"Fine." the elven woman snapped, nose rising into the air.
"Fine." the teen agreed with a sly smile.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:13 am
Just reconfirming Hiatus. ^_^
Working on getting back into real life, much less serious-like Gaia life.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:01 pm
Months have passed since anything worthwhile has happened. My life... tiresome. Alana, that passing fancy I thought would last forever, has given way to a beautiful blonde, with large green eyes, and a warm soul. A redhead, with green eyes. A brunette, with eyes as grey as the stormy sky. They are my pets, and Alana.... hates them all with a passion. Which, how could she not, when they are taking her little boy away?
I finally grew up. Realized that any desire her body may feel for mine was not reciprocated by her heart. A shame, my body still responds to her as strongly as it did as when I was a teen. I think it all changed the night we finally made love. Or, well... I made love to her, and she lay there, as bored as anything... Except for the tear trickling down her cheek. The bruises on her wrist. Her split lip... and then I realized my love was something only done by animals. Men not deserving of anything.
She never accused me. She never spoke of it again. I knew the terror she felt when she was late... and the breath of relief when no pregnancy came of the... accident, as she referred to it. Like I had tripped, and had my d**k fall between her legs.
The months had passed… slowly. And I grew up. Fast. Never got that young adult stage so many get. I made a big mistake that night, and though she never accused me, I knew the other kids knew. Nakshidil didn’t treat me any different, though I could feel her sorrow. Laramie and Kamil hadn’t known me long enough to care. Micah knew, and his disgust was something tangible. Laertes knew, and his rage expressed itself in a fist to the face. Another survivor… and he wouldn’t stand for it to go unpunished, even if she loved me enough to forgive. Naira… the only one I truly believe never knew. She always was pure, innocent. So clean… I never could look her in the eyes after that night.
Nakshidil became my mother confessor. She held me while I cried, while I confessed every woman I‘d touched, every man. Every time they hadn‘t been willing, every person I‘d made bleed. The nights became full of nightmares about them, and above it all floated her face.
And then I was finally free. When she looked at me, knelt in front of me, and forgave me. My beautiful Madonna I had destroyed.
I couldn’t stay… but I couldn’t leave. I was rooted, all of us are. Some trapped by accidents of creation, some tied by love for an elfin woman who took us in and showed us all the love she could.
I live in a small house, built a bit away from the main house. Laertes is looking for an apartment. But I know for a fact Alana is hoping he’ll stay close. I know he couldn’t leave. She’s given him a small piece of her soul, the boy. She has stayed steady for him, even if she was the only one. He always was the one who needed her most.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 11:09 am
I set up Nakshidil the other night with one of the guys I know. Valerian. ******** sexy name, isn't it? And so was he- for a blonde. Not that it was natural, of course. You could tell that when you looked at his eyebrows. But he was a sweet kid, and sure as hell the only one of my "friends" I would entrust my little sister to. Why? He was a Good Guy. In both the way I thought of Good Guys (if you know what I mean), but also in the more traditional sense. I said "have my sister home by 10pm" and he'd be willing to do so. Not that I'd say 10pm.
Actually, for her first date, it was 9.
And hell, he had her home by then, with my sister looking like a little bee had stung her right on the bottom and it was itching her. "I will have you know your friend marched me out of the movies at 8:30, so he could ensure I was home 'on time'." she hissed at me, eyes a dangerous color of forest green.
"The problem?" I said coolly, shifting my book and meeting her gaze with my own eyes.
"The movie started at 7:50." she snapped. "And I'd been wanting to see it for weeks."
"You should have picked an earli-" I blocked the coming blow with my book, laughing. He'd been there promptly at 6:00.... and only he and I knew I'd threatened to rip his balls off if she wasn't home by 9. Alana had decided on 11, and even that had made Nakkie''s nose wrinkle. Nakshidil's was a good guess though. She knew me well. "Earlier movie." I continued, and tugged her down into my lap, grinning. "Besides, I doubt he was watching the movie." Did I tell you those pants look absolutely sinful?"
"I got them from your closet." she said with a grin. The leather pants had to be laced closed, clinging to her hips and her bottom like a second skin, and one could see she'd not bothered with underwear. It would have ruined their lines. I did the same thing, as mildly disturbing a thought as that was. The white and green chinese-style shirt was one she'd obviously stolen from Laertes' closet, it was high collared, and short sleeved, and just his style. But it was made for a man, and the shirt clung to her growing curves like a second skin. Man's clothes, and they for some reason only served to accentuate her. "But I'm not going to let you distract me. He was so very reluctant to take me to a movie." she continued, voice rising. "He said, let's just have a nice, lovely dinner, and then we can go sit on the dock and see the stars."
Ah, the mocking tone, and the fury. Little roses in her cheeks. How cute.
"And I thought: Food, and stars? Is he gay? But no, no, while he was checking out the waiter, he was sure as hell staring at my chest before my eyes. Bi one can work with. Hell, I have no room to talk. You know me, free love for all! Gay I would have hit you for. You don't set your sister up on dates with guys who only like other guys. That's just cruel, and false representation in calling it a date; and I know where you sleep, so don't get any bright ideas." she curled up into me, and I shifted to make room for her legs to pull up onto the couch as well. "So I started digging. And guess what I found out?"
"That your ruggedly sexy older brother had decided he didn't like the thought of you on a date, and decided to threaten your date." Alana's voice came dryly from the doorway.
"BINGO. Crout, scoot over so mom can have a place to sit." I did so grudgingly, and Alana and Nakkie were now both sitting close. s**t, I'd gotten myself into girl gab. And now I was pinned in. "Actually, if I recall correctly, he stated that he would rip off his balls and use them as a gag while he fu-"
"NAKKIE, can we not tell Allie about my sex life?" I asked with a devastatingly charming grin.
Didn't work. Alana raised a cool eyebrow. "Darling, they're no good if they're ripped off, even if it is torture you're into. No wonder you can't get the same person in bed twice." Nakkie giggled and I made a face at Allie.
"Thanks for the support, mother."
"My pleasure." she said cheerfully. The rest of their conversation was a blur of.... girl talk. Cripes, not for the first time I was thankful I had balls. So much blabber and chatter over a three hour catastrophe.
Alana finally went to bed, and Nakkie and I sat up, still staring at the fire. "Do me a favor, from now on." she said finally, abruptly.
"What?"
"I may be your little sister, but I'm growing up now, Crout. I know what I want, what is good for me, and what's not. I don't need you protecting me. I'm a teenager. It's my turn to make mistakes."
"I don't want you ending up like the rest of us. All ******** up. You're beautiful, Nakkie, and you're not exactly worldly- and not all guys are like Val. Especially not the kind of guys I know. You may be growing up, but you're more than a sister to me, Nakshidil. You're a friend. And in the top five of my favorite ladies, along with Alana, Laertes, Naira, and Kamil."
Nakshidil gave a laugh and swatted at me. "Laertes isn't a lady." she chided. "Just because he likes to cross dress."
"And bottom." I waggled my eyebrows.
"And bellydance. Like Kamil..." I could almost see the wheels turning.
"And has PMS once a month." I said with a grin. Nakshidil shook her head. "And you do realize you didn't argue Kamil being a lady." I teased.
"That's because even I have my doubts on him," she snipped back cheerfully. "He's more of a girl than I am." There it was. The comraderie I so loved. We stood up together, moving for the stairs. "Don't ******** with my dates anymore, Crout. It's not your place. It's my life, and I want to be able to make my own decisions without worrying about a counter-order. You can't protect me forever. I love you all, but this was my chance to get out of my ivory tower, Crout, and you intimidating him means I don't even know if I did, or if it was just an illusion."
"You did, Nakkie. For a little while. But don't be in a hurry to grow up. It comes hard, and painfully. Take it slow. Be patient. Your prince will come for you someday, and even I won't be dragon enough to keep him away. You can oblige a loving brother for a little while."
She smiled slightly, slipping up onto tippytoes to press a kiss to my lips. So sweet, her mouth, and my arms tightened instinctively around her, enjoying the kiss. "Alright." she agreed finally, pulling away. "And that was because Val wouldn't even give me a goodnight kiss, since he got me home late." she gave me a little mock glare and opened her door, shutting it behind her. I went back to my room, flinging myself down on the couch, and threw a hand over my face.
The women in my life drove one mad.
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