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 Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:11 am
  Meta XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX And XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Tristan The first Song
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:33 am
A soft cool breeze ruffled Tristan’s hair and roused him from his slumber. He shifted feeling the itchy grass rub against his skin and used his leathery wings to help him to his feet. Despite the fact he couldn’t see, he lifted his head and ‘scanned the area through sightless eyes. A nearby bird chirped, but its song fell on deaf ears so it flew away. Tristan breathed a heavy sigh and started walking. His arms swung wide and father in front of him, to check for objects he might bump into, as his bare feet shuffled along the ground. Every few feet he’d pause to taste the air. After his mother had abandoned him, his senses of smell, touch, and taste had become extremely sensitive since they were all he had left. He stopped when his foot felt the cold touch of water. After taking the time to examine and walk around the entire area it covered, he determined the water was safely away from the dirty puddles that sat on the bumpy hard ground. Pulling his legwarmers up around his thighs he sat near the edge, smoothed some of the cool water over his face and drank his fill. Untying his long blood red hair, Tristan took a moment to massage his scalp before pulling it back up onto his head in a ponytail.
He relaxed in the dark, quiet world around him until his stomach reminded him that he needed to eat. Standing up, he shook most of the water from his legs and slid his legwarmers back down to protect his legs from the bushes and plants that scratched at his calves. Brushing his hair over his right shoulder, he freed a few strands from his piercings and carried on his way. The air was full of dirt and trees with the hint of something sweet. Tristan pushed on a bit quicker now, eager to end the pain in his stomach when the wind shifted and he froze in his tracks. He turned his head as a strange metallic smell hit the roof of his mouth and made him cringe. He “looked” in the direction the stench was strongest, then turned and headed in the opposite direction. ‘I’ve never smelled anything like that before. How am I supposed to find food with that stuffing up my nose?’ Tristan itched his nose and sneezed over his shoulder. He shuffled along, but the metallic smell persisted behind him. Finally, he caught a whiff of sweet sweet, ‘Cinnamon Rolls!’ He thought excitedly. The ground underneath him turned hard and rough so he knew the food had to be nearby.
Pressing close to the tall smooth wall he knew must be the building that held the food, he slinked along as best as he could and got ready to nab his next meal and run. What he couldn’t see or hear was that his food was occupied by a young lady jabbering away on her phone. As Tristan approached she loudly told him off, but being unable to hear he didn’t acknowledge her and instead snatched her cinnamon roll. He only managed to get one bite before she threw her cellphone and him and punched him in the gut. Dropping the rest of the cinnamon roll, he turned and fled back into the forest. Tristan ran, tripped over objects, and hurried on until he reached the pool of water he’d crossed earlier. Dropping to his knees he coughed violently for a few minutes until he’d regained his breath and drank deeply from the pool. Sitting against a nearby tree he held his stomach and gritted his teeth to keep himself from groaning in pain. It was getting harder and harder for him to get food without being attacked by crazy people. When he was little people took pity on him, but as an adult they didn’t hesitate to throw heavy objects or punch him. Leaned his head back, he closed his eyes and tried to rest and gain back some of his lost energy.
It has been an already long morning, he was tired and had been sick of walking, A Nearby pond was ahead he could wash his metal there, Making a buckets from his power He filled up and began to wash his mechanical arm and both legs properly making sure nothing was left dirty, though the smell of dirty metal seeped out into the fresh air, His hair as long as his body longer still as he forms a metal clip and bundled his hairs up and locked it in place, though it was still as long as his body inch from the floor.
A sweet smell of another near hit his nose, sniffing lightly he then caught sight of the Odd looking god ahead of him, he tilted his head as the other cleaned and straightened out his hair. Long crimson stands golden piercings he was quite the picture, A nice figure to. Something was wrong the other didn’t seem to notice him there 'hm maybe he is lost in thought' Leaving to the other to his thought train he watched from afar. Then the other moved and sniffed the air, Turning away from Meta's direction after staring at him for a couple moments 'Odd ..' Curiosity had gotten ahold of him and he wanted to know more about this particular man, He followed at a safe distance and watched his movements noticing he scanned the area with his nose and not eyes. 'Blind?? ' he questioned to himself as his eyes Narrowed, he made no sudden movements but then he didn’t know he was blind and deaf, still he continued to follow him. The young man walked into a town down the side of the local Bakery where people would often sit outside to eat the new creations the chief had to offer, Witnessing firsthand the Actions of the young male as he nabbed a bit of what smelt and looked like cinnamon roll, A young lady Yelling and then punching him throwing a right fit, The other then run right Past him back the way he came, Meta's head tilted and his eyes narrowed 'Blind.. and deaf? ' A problem for this young youth, he followed him back to see he resting at the pond once more under some tree's he could hear the echo of his stomach from afar.
He sat there for but a moment looking at the state he was in, he couldn’t see nor could he hear while he watched him for some time he was not noticed. He turned and headed back to town and entered the Bakery, Pointed at a few things and purchased them, In a paper page he left Bun's and cinnamon rolls along with a cake by a close tree for the other then he rested just over from them, wanting to know if he would pick them up after he had his sleep ... The day had been long... very very long, His eyes closed shut for just a second and he was out like a light. 'I will see how he is doing in the morning'
Tristan tossed and turned in his sleep, his stomach growled and moaned in pain from the hunger and punch he’d received earlier. The smell of metal still hung in the air, but it was less noticeable and no longer bothered him as much. He sat up sighing and trying to rub the grass print off his cheek when a familiar sweet smell reached his nose. He crouched against the tree and threw his boney leathery wings around himself in case that crazy person was nearby. Unseen by him, a dark fog crawled up his legs, curled around his tail, and cloaked him from head to toe. It sat around him, dark and ominous, then shimmered and turned translucent, hiding him from anyone watching. He remained still for five long minutes, before deciding it was safe. His wings opened with a whoosh, sending the black fog spiraling away. Tristan stayed close to the ground and edged closer to the smell before snatching it and using his wings to get to the opposite side of the pond. He crashed into a branch and scrambled up, gripping the bag off food close to his chest. He panted heavily swiveling his head this way at that, despite the fact his two main senses were useless. When he came to the conclusion that no one was pursuing him, he opened the bag and hungrily wolfed down the sweets.
He would have preferred to stay on the ground, but he didn’t want to risk losing another meal. Tristan used his hand to wipe all the remaining crumbs off his face and ate them. Sighing happily, the pain in his stomach turned to happy warmth of finally being full for once. Smoothing the hair on his forehead, he noticed just above his eye was wet. Tasting the liquid he realized his must have hit his head upon impact with the tree and not noticed. He wanted to go down and wash the blood from his face, but it’d been so long since he’d had a decent amount of food and a good long rest, he could barely keep his head from drooping down to his chest. Yawning widely, Tristan used his sleeve to wipe most of the blood away and laid himself down on the, luckily, thick branch. ‘I will have to wash my robe after my rest,’ he thought to himself. His long sleeves often caught on things and needed a good scrubbing anyway. Stretching his wings, he let them droop and hang down next to him as he slept.
Hearing the other wake up He sharply perks his ears and shoots up of the ground which he had fallen on during sleep, a slight smile crept on his face as he saw the other go towards his food he had left him, Suddenly his wings cloaked him shrouded in black fog he became Undetected, Meta's one eye began to Glow a brilliant blue as he searched for the other in the fog, searching for the others Soul, to his wonder it wasn’t found. he waited 5 minutes and just as he was about to think of leaving the other disbursed his wings and he was visible again Meta's eyes widened 'An ability to cloak one’s self and disappeared from this world.. no trace left behind the body completely hidden and unseen, how .... rare, the lingering black fog was the only thing that was left in the air, but it was if his body.. was a ghost almost' Narrowing his eyes back down he watched as the young one scrambled about to the other side of the pond, in which he devoured his food, It was obvious to him now that he could near see, hear or sense him. His ability of cloaking was a defensive maneuver. He must have a active ability but whatever it was, it clearly doesn’t help him notice people, or even feel them. He was always sniffing, so he knew at least he smelt him. But not knowing who he is then the other doesn’t really know he is smelling him, After all he was three quarters machine and metal.
He trod along the edges of the lake and around to him once more but not getting too close, he watched him. Rather helpless creature, Now injured, scared and alone in the world, Feelings he knew all too well, he wanted to reach out to him.. but not yet it was far too soon. All he could do now was care for him maybe the other would notice over time that someone was caring for him. 'Yes. i will have to ' His heart wavered a bit remembering he own pain and loneliness how this young man must be feeling. He tucks his head behind his ears and leave the other to rest.
He walks away to Hunt some deer 'Waste of time getting him use to the food they make.. providing for him in the wild is the best way' He dashes through the tree's with extreme speed for some on with mechanical legs, it would be almost unthinkable if not seen with some one’s own eyes. He spots a stag 'Hm perfect' Dashing after it, they give chase, close behind weaving in and out of tree's, jumping over rocks the stag then slopped down a small mounded Hill, Meta climbs it with force, pushing his feet firmly and taking a huge jump and using his legs arm grabbed the neck of the stag for and instant kill. Picking it up he took it back to cook. A couple hours had past as he watched over him and a well-cooked stag in sections leaving a rather big portion by the other on some big leaf's he had found on the way back. He then took the pelt and kept it for later folding it up and pressing it down with the power of his left arm, wrapping it in woven strips of Long plant leafs. 'Hmm will keep this for a blanket of some sort, i wonder how he survives in winter ' He looks at the sky 'it is, fast approaching' he looks back at the other, then rests under a large tree off from the pond he lay in the direction in which you head to town. He worried for his injury though, there wasn’t much he could do without touching him and possibly freaking him out. Meta keep a guard on him but not before falling asleep for a quick nap to gain his strength back, he had done a lot in a couple short hours
Tristan had the best sleep since the night before his mother abandoned him. He awoke feeling refreshed and stronger than he had in ages. His muscles were stiff from having not moved an inch all night, so he stretched and moved as best as he could then sat up. Chewing on his lip, he realized that he had no idea how high off the ground he was. Carefully sliding off the branch, he held on with just the tips of his fingers, letting the rest of himself dangle down precariously. Taking a deep breath, he let go and spread his wings, gliding down gracefully until his foot caught on a low branch sending him straight to the ground. He tumbled a few feet before sliding to a stop on his back. Tristan sat up and coughed up some grass before crawling over to the pond and rinsing his mouth out. ‘Seriously time for a bath,’ he shook his head to try and get any stray grass and dirt out, then stood up and started to get undressed. It was good his clothes held his own personal scent or he would probably lose them.
Finding a smooth flat rock close to the pond, he slipped of his legwarmers, belt, and kimono leaving with nothing but his boxers to cover himself. He never took them off, he didn’t want to think how he’d survive if anyone saw him wandering around without him. Kneeling close to the edge, he dipped his hands in and covered his arms, chest and back with a thin layer of water to make the pond seem warmer than it was. He knew he must look terrible, he could easily wrap his hand around his arm and could feel his bone structure was barely hidden by his skin. Cupping his hands, he washed the dried blood and dirt from his face and dove in. His long hair drifted lazily behind him as he used his hands to drag himself to the bottom, making sure he was completely submerged.
After falling into the first pond he’d ever encountered and almost drowning, Tristan had taught himself how to hold his breath for a long time and how to maneuver best underwater. Placing his feet firmly on the ground, he pushed off and waited until his head broke the surface to take a deep breath of air. Dropping just beneath the surface, he rubbed himself down and ran his fingers through his hair. Not wanting to waste all the energy he’d gained washing himself, he pulled himself back up onto the grass and started wringing out his hair. Throwing it back over his shoulder, he began to wash his clothes and hanging them up to dry on a low hanging branch he almost poked his eye out with. Just as he finished, Tristan noticed a delicious smell that had been masked by the blood on his face. Curious, he moved closer to investigate.
Meta lay asleep the shuffling and sound of Tristan’s wings flapping woke him up, he lay still and silent and just observed him before he soon noticed the other getting undressed, he slightly watched before he decided it was time to avert his eyes he stood up and looked away as the other soaked in the water, he slightly peers over then decided he should go for a walk but hits the tree in front cause a small vibration from the force he impacted at, he shakes his head, sits down and rests his head against the tree.
He stays there for a couple moments, until he hears the other get out of the water and change, he turns to find the other investigating his meat he left, he walks over slowly.. Looks at him and decides to push it closer to him with his metallic paw to see his reaction.
Tristan caught a whiff of the metal he smelled earlier and moved closer. He reached out and felt his hand brush against the warm meat, then felt around it until he found Meta’s metallic hand. It was hard but smooth and decorated with lots of little designs. His fingers ran along each edge and over every detail, exploring it and trying to figure out what it was and what it belonged to.
meta looked somewhat surprised as Tristan grabbed his hand and started to feel his metal fingers, as he notice Tristan feeling the slightly engraves designs over his metal, he didn’t even know anyone could tell they were there, a small smile crept on his face. Squatting there he shuffled a little as his Trousers dragged along the floor, the chains rattling as he shuffles, chest bear with nothing but pure muscle and his mountain of hair covered his right arm and all his back dragging along the floor, he wiggled his metal fingers and carefully stroked the palm of Tristan’s hand, his two different colored eyes staring at his long crimson hair as he admired the Hair clip in it, leaning forward and removed the hair from his right hand to touch try lean in and touch Tristan’s cheek ever so softly, he stroked downwards Gently and lifted his chin up with a soft pull as he then moved his hand away and back to his legs, still playing with Tristan’s hand with his metal one, He took a deep breath and relaxed. 'he is curious as to what I am ?' his eyes turned to a kind look filled with both sadness and yet a glint of happiness
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:36 am
Tristan jumped as the hard metal beneath his fingers moved, ‘it feels like a hand?’ Tristan felt that soft touch of someone fingers run down his cheek, underneath his chin, and then it was gone. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. It had been too many years since someone touched him so gently. After spending most of his life getting beaten up for taking other people’s food, not once had anyone tried to approach with any kindness. He needed to know more about this stranger. His hands shook slightly as he slowly made progress up his arm. Tristan wanted to hurry, but didn’t want to lose a single detail in his haste. It took him a while, but when he’d finally examined every nook and cranny of the metal object an image flashed in his mind. He’d seen everything he had just examined, but that wasn’t possible…he was blind. He blinked his blank dead eyes and shook his head. ‘No, I must be imagining things,’ he told himself and moved on. He slid his hand over his chest, ‘male,’ and froze as his fingers ran across the faint feel of large scar. As he continued, he realized there were lots of scars all over his body. Tristan decided to stop at his waistline, to avoid upsetting the other male and moved to his other arm until he’d found the fingers he had used to gently touch his cheek. He held it with both hands and pressed his lips to the other male’s fingers. Unable to speak, it was the only way he could think to express his gratitude. Tristan really wanted to hug him, but wasn’t sure if the other male would appreciate that as he was in only in his underwear.
Meta allowed the other male to feel all over his body, his touch up his arm to the top of his shoulder he watched as the other ran his fingers down his chest, and noticed his large scar as his fingers stopped for a brief second, then his arms move down to his waist and fingers soft and silky moved over his most painful scar, he lowers his head in a painful expression not that the other could see, as his hair falls over his eyes, his fingers moving up from the deep waist scar that still holds so much pain yet when he touched it, it didn’t feel painful. 'It hurts when ever i touch it, or any one bumps me... but with him ... with him it's ' he looked up slowly. Tristan’s hands moving up towards his right arm which was free from scars, he moved down it and caresses his hand, then kisses his fingers, a slight blush appears it Meta's cheeks, he rubs his thumb carefully along Tristan’s bottom lip, with his metal hand he softly touches his left cheek stroking up to his ear and running his fingers through his beautiful hair, with his right hand moving fingers to under his chin , he softly guides his face upwards, and then kneels on one knee, moving his metal hand from his hair and to his right hand his moves it to his hair which was so epically long that not even he could keep it tame. 'I don’t know if he will let me hug him.' he narrowed his eyes, then leaned his forehead forwards to touch Tristan’s forehead 'I .... don’t want to scare him, I am not ... going to hurt you ' he rubs his fingers down Tristan’s neck and pulls them away not wanting to intrude to much on his space or pressure him into coming closer, he just wanted him to feel safe with meta. He could get him to notice him, he could protect and look after Tristan. 'Your .. not alone' his mind was full of doubt that Tristan would even want him to be friends, he didn’t talk any way but the fact he couldn't hear him even if he wanted to speak made it hard for meta to tell him what he was thinking. he was happy but sad at the same time so conflicted.
The metal fingers felt strange and cold against Tristan’s cheek, but the way they softly caressed his skin gave a kind of warm that went deeper into his heart. His whole body was trembling now. It was half from the joy, happiness and other strange warm feelings the kind touch of the male brought, and half from his lack of clothes and long wet hair against his back and face. The metal hand moved smoothly through his wild hair and rested on his neck before disappearing. ‘Why does he keep pulling away?’ Tristan could feel warmth and strength coming from the male, but every time they seemed to get closer, he would take a step back. He felt the male’s forehead press against his own and shivered, once again from the mix of cold and strange emotions. Unable to resist any more, Tristan moved as close as he could and hugged him. His cold chest stung against the warmth of the other male, but he didn’t flinch. If he was going to rely on think incredibly kind stranger, he had to know how close he could get without getting hurt.
Meta watched as the other struggled to try and understand what he was trying To accomplish by pulling away, he wanted a bond of trust. For the other to willing come to him, it was a big thing.
Tristan suddenly comes in to hug him, he stays still for a couple moments before moving his body into a sit down position, and puts his arms around Tristan pulling him gently into his lap and placing his metal hand slowly on Tristan’s hip he pushes him on his legs and moves them into a comfy position for him to rest on as the heat from his legs warms the Thick fabric trousers which overs them, in an attempt to warm him up. His metal arm still cold moves back to his hair, and rings it out gently for him. With his good arm he pressed Tristan into his warm torso tightly and rubs his arm gently to try and reassure him that he is safe, while his metal hand gets rid of the excess water in his hair. the steam that stores up in his arm is less than in his legs, so it won’t be so hot as to burn him but it will try his hair, it is something he had been doing for himself for years and he had it down to a tea. He raised his arm and using his metal fingers to comb out his hair, The by releasing his pressure value steam came Out in tunnel of wind, sort of like a hair dryer. Once he had dried the back he place his hair in the clip and held it up around his arm so it would fall and hurt him, then waited for the heat to travel to the top of his head to steam away any watery parts. using his own hair meta had it defuse the heat in time before hitting his scalp to prevent any burning.
He left it for a couple minutes before releasing his hair from around his arm and went back to holding him on his warm legs, before he gently let go for him to have free movement.
Tristan’s cheeks flushed as Meta pulled him closer and started to dry his hair. A hair from his bangs tickled his nose and he quickly turned his head, so as not to sneeze on him. Sniffing, he snuggled closer against Meta and shivered. The kindness and gentle touch made Tristan feel like a little kid again, safe and warm with someone who cared about him watching out for everything he couldn’t see or hear. His eyes water and sniffed. Unable to keep track of time, he didn’t know how long it had been since someone had stopped and taken the time to care for him. He felt a bit silly for crying, but he couldn’t help it. As Meta released his warm, freshly dried hair, Tristan hugged him tighter and nuzzled Meta’s chin with the top of his head. He hoped Meta wouldn’t think him too childish as his tears dripped off his chin onto Meta’s chest, but he couldn’t help it, he was a child.
Meta's heart filled with sadness as Tristan’s eyes filled with tears, He could feel his loneliness the same as what he has been feeling for a long time now, He held him closer as Tristan nuzzles his chin, tears running down his soft checks and splashing onto his body.
He moves his metal hand up to his face and wipes away his tears from his eyes. He then lifts his chin up and he stares down with a kind gaze. Leaning down to his face inches away from his lips he runs his metal thumb over his bottom lip placing it open slightly.
His warmth heating up Tristan as he wraps his right arm around his body and pulls him in, leaning ever so closer he was so close. 'He might think... i am taking advantage... I .. don’t want him to think that of me'
He hesitated but didn’t back off, he stayed there, still, Wanting ever so much to kiss him, hold him and protect him. He didn’t know if Tristan was going to understand how serious he wanted to be. How much he would like to have him be his forever.
'How can I tell you, that I want you to be mine' he was just torturing himself here, he didn’t know if it was just a comfort for Tristan to have someone be nice, or if he felt anything towards him. He was blind and deaf, is it cruel of him? To make Tristan feel confused, is he crying from pain? The thoughts just built up he didn’t know what to do, But he knew even if Tristan didn’t want him, he was going to stay by and protect him. Maybe one day he would want to be with him.
Tristan felt his happy tears wiped away and leaned into Meta as he held his chin. He could suddenly feel Meta’s breath hot against his face. ‘He wants to kiss me?’ His heart jumped in his chest and he’s cheeks suddenly burned. This stranger he had barely known a day wanted not only to take care of him, but to be with him! He badly wanted to kiss him, but was hesitant. What if he just wanted to take advantage of him and leave? That didn’t seem possible though. Why would someone go through so much trouble for a kiss? Someone who wanted to gain something and leave would not have gone through so much trouble…or have touched him so softly… Before Tristan knew what he was doing, he was closing the gap between their lips.
Meta's metal hand brushed from his lips down his neck as Tristan moved in move towards his lips, Knowing he was willing to move in Meta with no doubt wrapped both arms around him moving one hand up into his hair, while he planted his lips directly on Tristan’s Mouth for a deep kiss. He held him in close pressing him up against his chest not wanting to let go.
He uses his hair to Go grab his cloths from drying it had been some time now they were bound to be dry. Pulling away from the kiss he moves back in and peaks at his lips once more, nuzzling his nose against Tristan’s.
With His kimono to the right, he grabs it with his arm and holds it against Tristan’s arm to show that there ready, not wanting him to stay in just his boxers, he wasn’t there to take advantage of him.
He rubbed his cheek with his metal hand again relaxing his forehead on Tristan’s while he tried to figure out how to tell him his name. There were a number of ways.
Tristan’s heart tried to pound its way through his chest as into Meta’s as their lips met. A tear rolled down his cheek as Meta pulled away and his head spun as he realized he had stopped breathing while they were kissing. He panted and pressed himself into Meta as they nuzzled. Tristan looked up as he felt the familiar touch of his clothes and allowed Meta to help him put them on. Once he was back in his clothes, he wrapped his long sleeves around Meta’s neck and rested his head against his shoulder. He’s strength wasn’t completely back, so he was once again tired as usual.
Once he had helped Tristan Dress he held him in his arms and cuddled him close. He then lifted him up in his arms and walked over to a large tree to rest, he held him for some time. Though he was not the lovey duvet type he felt a somewhat close and deep connection to Tristan.
After some time had passed he lifted Tristan’s chin, and tried to communicate with him. He grabbed Tristan’s hand and made it point to himself, to indicate Him, almost trying to say my name or who he is. With a pause he them Places Tristan’s hands on his Metal and the two of his fingers on his eyes, 'Metalieyze ' Then points Tristan’s hand back at his chest for the whole 'his name ' Hoping that Tristan understood or if not understood the metal Part. He knew he would never hear him talk but he would have liked to know his name to, somehow.
Tristan sighed into Meta’s neck and fell asleep felling safe and loved. He blinked sleepily as Meta’s soft touch lifted his head. He felt his hand lifted and moved onto the smooth cut metal that was his arm then to his eyes and finally to Meta’s chest. ‘Metal. Eyes. chest?’ His lips formed a tiny frown as he tried to figure out what Meta was trying to do. Whenever Tristan tried to communicate with people he would always touch his chest to indicate himself. Of course, people never understood him, but maybe the stranger who helped him was trying to communicate with him. ‘Metal, eyes, me?’ He thought for a moment, ‘maybe his name is Metaleyes?’
He chewed on his lower lip as he tried to think of a way to tell him his own name and see if he was right about Meta’s. Pulling back his sleeve, he used his index finger to write against Meta’s chest. ‘T-R-I-S-T-A-N’ he wrote in large capital letters. His mom had taught him how to write and spell his own name, so he hoped that Meta understood. After he finished he touched his head to his own chest to indicate himself. Despite not being able to see, he looked up at Meta and waited for a reaction.
Meta watched as Tristan pondered over the thought of what he was trying to tell him, maybe he didn’t pick the best time he was sleepy after all.
He waits with slight worry, if he couldn’t communicate his own name to him then there wasn’t much else he could do, other than allowing Tristan to choose his new name. soon after waiting, Tristan looked at him and started to run his fingers along his chest. Meta Slightly Pleased with this action soon caught on that Tristan was slowly flowing his finger across his chest from one side to the other then down the middle in a T shape ' His name .. maybe ? starts with a T, did he get what I was trying to tell him, he got my name ' a small smile appears on Meta's face without it meaning to, he watches and feels carefully as Tristan attempts to spell his name on his chest 'Ok so . T - R - L .. No wait... ' Felling the finger go down the middle of his chest but then took off and put on once near the top. 'i ? .. - S - T .. ' The letter he looks at the shape Tristan tries to put on next, Like a point and then a line across the chest 'Oh A, And N. Tristan ? ' He moves in close to Tristan's lips and peeks him sweetly while he grabs the hand Tristan is using to now point to himself. Nuzzling his nose against Tristan's and pulling him back into his chest. 'Tristan' he puts his head in Tristan's hair and smiles a little more as he leans into it, with his hair flowing over his eyes sort of wrapping itself around them both.
Cuddling wasn’t Meta's thing but for Tristan, he would do anything. It may have been a short time together, he may have only meet him a couple days ago. But the bond they had now meta really didn’t want to spend the rest of his lift without him, it wasn’t something that could be explained with words or actions.
some time had passed in allowing both time to rest.
Now came the real test, Take Tristan to dinner and buying him some good stuff, the best place would be an all you can eat, that way Tristan could pick out his favourites and meta could learn what he liked the most.
Picking him up in his arms meta who tends to be very over possessive of the people and things he cares for most, he was finding it hard to let Tristan go in his fragile state and pretty much refused to place him on the ground. Instead he held him as if you would carry a female or a injured person.
Nuzzling the top of his head he carries him off towards the town, It was evening time so a couple restaurants would be open and good ones at that, he was a regular in a few so he would sometimes get special treatment because of his legs and arms, so most places offered him a vip room to Help him out of people staring at him.
Morphing his hair around his body to create a top, he continued through the woods and reached the edge of the town. he looked up and down the street to make sure the coast was clear, despite meta have trousers on, he had no foot where his legs were too large and feet were massive and even though he had his hair acting as a top People still stared. His hair is attached to his top so a lot of people would point and stare "How is he doing that ? " , "what is he ? " , "have you seen those legs.. there not human" - he lived with this every day of his life so he tried the best he could to avoid the people in the town, the shops were a different matter, he would always associate with the person in charge and over many years has had to talk with them and sort out various deals, he is somewhat chummy with the big shots, not that he likes to be.
He looks at the all you can eat restaurant called 'tunnel' He never really got the name. Walking over Tristan in arms he goes in -'DINGLEIN' Bell above the door sets off and the waiter attends,
"table ... for two sir " .. Meta Glares as the waiter and chooses very much to ignore him and walks to the waiting area and takes a seat with Tristan
The waiter confused and slightly annoyed informs the manager, who comes down to sort the problem and realizes it is meta. Bowing his head he asks for meta to follow him to the VIP all you can eat section which he is then given a private room. After being showed to the room meta bows his head to the other in appreciation and enters.
Slowly he places Tristan down and nudges him slightly with his head to indicate it is safe to eat anything he wants. He wanted to guide him but meta thought that would be too much as he is already getting separation Anxiety.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:39 am
Tristan leaned into Meta’s touch and sighed happily. ‘He knows my name.’ He held tightly to Meta as he was lifted up and rested his head against his chest as he was carried along. The smell of the forest faded and was replaced with the mix of food and building material. Remembering all the times he’d been attacked in the area made him shrink into Meta’s chest and whimper slightly. He felt Meta’s hair shift and mold itself around his chest to make a shirt. He frowned slightly, not being able to feel his warm chest against him, but tried not to look too upset about it. The cool air around him shifted as Meta opened the door of a restaurant. The aroma was now thick with lots different delicious foods and Tristan couldn’t stop his stomach from growling loudly. He flushed and hoped Meta, or anyone else, didn’t hear it.
He held onto Meta as he set him back on his feet and sniffed around. He could tell it was just him and Meta in the room that was obviously filled with food. He clung to Meta, in case someone walked in the room and tried to attack him, but the gentle nudge Meta gave him seemed to say everything was okay. Tristan slowly inched away from Meta, not wanting to let go, but hungry enough to be egged on by his stomach. He swept his hair over his shoulder and leaned over one of the dishes. It was a medium rare steak covered in a sweet onion sauce. His mouth watered and quickly felt around until he came across a plate, fork, and knife and quickly slipped the juicy steak onto his plate. Tristan froze, just in case, but after no one tried to hit him, he relaxed and decided to collect a few more treats before settling down.
Tristan found some grilled asparagus, fresh cherry tomatoes, and decided to finish his meal off with a nice Crème Brule. He carefully found his way to the table and set his plate down. He really wanted to sit down and eat, but his nose wouldn’t let him. Now that he had the extremely rare opportunity to have a proper meal, he couldn’t pass it up. Moving to another table, he found an assortment of wines. He carefully poured a glass of Runquist Zinfandel to go with his steak and a small glass of Madeira to go with his dessert.
Having lived in the forest for so long, he didn’t seem like the type who would have good taste in food, but when he was little his mother took him to tons of cooking classes. Blind and deaf, his sense of taste and smell were beyond that of most. Since he was underage, his mom would teach him about different wine’s at home. She’d always hoped that it would somehow help him to have a better life, but he always did it because it made his mom happy and it was all he was really good at. He pulled his sleeves back and arranged everything properly on the table, but didn’t eat. Taking a deep breath, he looked in Meta’s direction and waited for him to come sit and eat with him.
Meta after finally letting Tristan down out of his arms, watches as he hurried around the room, finding the dishes that appealed most to him, seeing him a little happy made him smile lightly. Over at the wines he picks out a very nice Zinfandel to compliment his dish 'Fine taste he has' being alcohol free or T total as he calls it. He never much cared for the stuff even at meals, though most people when they look at Meta wouldn’t think he knew how to cook or much about the ways of the kitchen, but it was something he had to learn to do.
He walks over to one of the Hot Platter tables, which is a portable table with an extremely hot platter on it, one side if a plain slate and the other side is a grilling plate. He wheels it over to the edge of the table that they were going to sit at, Making sure that Tristan wouldn’t burn himself on it. Next he got a few plates and lined them up at the respected stations he was going to take from. First the Raw meat section, where he grabbed Raw Beef and lamb with some Buffalo as well, moving the plate on the table.
Next he goes over to the herbs and spices and looks at them picking some: basil, garlic, Onions, grounded cumin and Cinnamon, he then sets all the spices and herbs on the table.
Going to the veg section he picks out cut peppers, green beans and mushrooms. He then grabs some honey, olive oil from the sauce section. Bringing the rest of his ingredients over, he finally sits at the table, looking to make sure the table already had salt and pepper provided.
he starts by rubbing olive oil and Sprinkling salt and pepper on his beef on both sides, and then gives a light dusting of cumin powder over the meat, placing the meat on the Hot platter he adds some more oil so that it doesn’t stick to the platter, and then he adds a little honey to the meat and continues to flip every couple minutes.
While his couple beef is cooking, he grabs his beg and throws them on the hot platter, dashing salt honey and oil, using the wooden spatula provided with the hot platter, to flip and move them around.
He starts to prepare his lamb in pretty much the same way, except he uses the Cinnamon to add that extra flavor instead of the honey.
he tops the beef basil before finishing it off, and adds the onions to the vegetables at the last minute so there not to done but done just enough.
Taking off the veg first he places it nicely on his main plate, he then tops the bed of veg with the chili honey roasted beef.
there was one thing he forgot and that was a drink, Walking over to the drinks section he double checks the fridge, and sees his classic favorite 'hm they remembered' He pulls out a carton of thin cream and pours it into a small glass and carries it over.
Sitting back down he digs into the meal he had just prepared, 'hmm i want a sauce for the lamb.. i should have thought about that before i sat down ah well' While he takes a bit out of his meal, he places a piece of the Buffalo meat on the Grilling side of the platter with no bother to season it, as Buffalo takes a large amount of time to cook he would season it closer to the time of eating it.
Meta takes a sip of his cream and looks to see how Tristan is doing, he has such a good taste in food and a wide palette. Looking at him he felt a sense of happiness that he had never had before. It was a strange feeling 'Date?' his cheeks flushed a little pinkish color. Now they were along he released his hair from around his body so that he was more "free" as he liked to call it. Not knowing how to communicate with Tristan could he really call this a date? After all it isn’t as if he asked him, more than he just brought him here.
'hm ' he pondered in thought before realizing he needed to flip his Buffalo ' Ah almost ' it would look bad if his burnt his food.
An array of different smells reached Tristan’s nose and, judging from the heat in the air, he knew Meta must be cooking. He felt his stomach growl and hoped that Meta wouldn’t be able to hear it over the sound of his steak, lamb, and another rich lean meat he couldn’t name. While he waited, Tristan played with his hair and sleeves. Finally, he felt the table shift as Meta joined him and he quickly started eating. It was good that he’s waited since his food was very hot when he’d first got it and was now cool enough to eat. He easily found his fork and knife and began carefully cutting his steak and asparagus into smaller pieces. Tristan wasn’t sure where they were, but the food was amazing!
He carefully drank his wine so that he’d be able to finish it along with his meal. The dish that held the Crème Brule had kept it nice and warm so every spoonful was as amazing as the first. When the last of his Madeira was gone, he noticed he was slightly out of breath and hoped he hadn’t eaten too fast. Slipping back to the wine table, he refilled his glass and sat back down a little unsteady. It had been a while since he’d had any wine so he didn’t know what a lightweight he was. Halfway through his third glass, his face had a warm rosy glow and he was trying to muffle his hiccupping into his sleeve.
Meta ate with a clean and proper manner, as he sort of watched Tristan eat his meal, 'So cute' He coughed a little as he nearly choked. It was sweet of Tristan to wait for him to sit at the table before digging in. Slowly coming to the end of their meal, Tristan had moved onto his second glass, Judging from the second glass, Tristan was fond of Wine and used to drink it in the past, though now he is a little of a light weight, Blushing as he watched him muffle and hiccup away.
He moved from his chair and walked behind Tristan as he sat back down, Wrapping his arms around him on the seat and peaking his cheek softly nuzzling into it. Not knowing quiet what to do now, he just held him for a while. He was sure if there was something Tristan wanted he would indicate it or .. something.
A knock at the door happened, Meta pulled away from the hug he was giving Tristan but still left his arm on his shoulder tapping softly, letting him know he was still there, not going anywhere out of the room.
he walked to the door and answered. It was the bill for the meal, Meta Paid and then turned back to Tristan. Meta holding what looked like containers not that Tristan could see them, He went over to him and tapped his shoulder, then nudged him a little to get out of his seat.
He had wanted Tristan to pick some meals to go in the box, Foil for wrapping was proved, so they could take all they wanted with them.
He placed the container in Tristan's hands tapping it. ‘hope he gets that he needs to put food in it'
Tristan looked up from his sleeve as Meta hugged him and kissed his cheek. He leaned against Meta and hiccupped as he rested his cheek on his. It felt so nice just to be held, to know that someone was there. The moment would have been perfect if not for his persistent hiccups. He frowned as Meta moved to leave, but resisted his drunken urge to pull him to the floor and cuddle him until the word ‘friends’ could no longer describe their relationship. Tristan hid his face in his sleeve again as his whole face turned a crimson that matched his hair. He tried to clear his head, but the thought…
As Meta handed him the box, he gave a little guilty jump and tried to hide his face. ‘Come on, Tristan, hold it together!’ He rose from his chair, but fell into Meta as the alcohol made his head spin. Of course that wasn’t the only thing that made his head spin, and feeling Meta against him wasn’t helping. Only able to think vertically, he clung to the box, and Meta, not quite sure what to do.
Meta turned to look at Tristan noticing his cheek glow with a bright red, as crimson as his hair. A small smile crept in on his Face as he saw Tristan light up like a Christmas tree. Tristan turns and grabs ahold of meta Barely holding the container not sure on what he was meant to do with it, Meta clearly see's that he is not only a little confused but the booze may have gone to his head.
He slowly wraps his arms from being Tristan and under his arms, around his waist he then moves his body against his back, his chin resting on Tristan’s shoulder, his warm breath flowing against his pale neck and Meta holds back on wanting to kiss it.
He then moves his hands up Tristan’s body, lining his arms along with Tristan’s while helping him hold the container. Slowly he nudges him to the table of food, guiding his arms over the various dishes and picking some things out and placing them in the container. He looks at Tristan’s rosy cheeks and decides he has had enough, Thus kissing his soft supple face, before moving up his neck to indulge himself with a light nibble on Tristan’s ear lobe.
Pulling off him a little he lets go of Tristan’s hands and wraps his huge arms around his body and pulls him in tightly to hold and hug him.
Tristan tensed as Meta’s arms prop him up and guide him to the food table. ‘The box must be for the food,’ he figured out. He felt the heat of Meta as his back is pressed against his chest. He forced himself to concentrate and collected a few dishes into the box, even though he could barely smell them through Meta’s intoxicating aroma. He reached out to feel for another dish, when he felt Meta’s lips brush against his cheek. Tristan’s heart took off racing and he held his breath as Meta moved up to nibble the part of his ear that wasn’t full of piercings.
He imagined that if he could see, everything would be a strange blur. He felt his head drop forward against his chest and the box of food slip from his fingers. ‘What?! I can’t faint now!!!’ He had to tell Meta how badly he wanted him, how grateful he was for everything, but he couldn’t help it and suddenly, his mind went blank as his remaining senses shut down.
Meta felt the weight of Tristan's body as it suddenly dropped, Holding him up in his arms meta held him close, Using his hair he caught most of the food back in the container, with some dishes wasted on the floor, Putting it to one side he was more concerned with his new found 'Love' Having fainted on him.
Meta lifted him up in both arms and places his forehead Against Tristan’s to feel his temperature. He was hot, boiling hot, this wasn’t good, His body was heating up, he then placed his ear on Tristan’s chest to check his heartbeat. It was racing a little out of control.
Concerned for his health Meta grabbed the container sealed it and headed for the door, being sure to wrap Tristan up and carry him in a comfortable manner.
Leaving the restaurant he heads the same way in which he came in, Back through the forest. He heads deeper from where they first meet past the lake, countless trees beyond that, and more mystical looking forest that was in the heart of the main part.
There where the air was cooler, the trees had more life and where everything just seemed to glow, there was a white Stone house in its center Extended from a pure white Cliff, Huge Trees glistening greens and yellows giving a grotto feeling a majestic tone.
Meta walked up to the solid oak door, thick and heavy Engraves with symbols of mythical beings, making a key with his hair he opened the door and walked in. A spacious but cozy living Space at the front, the house did go deeper into the Cliff and underground but the entrance was sealed off, with a metal door and inscriptions that looked like the main wall was just for decoration.
The living space was metal tile flooring but undertreated as there wasn’t much that Meta wouldn’t normally break, the whole house was Built with a metal frame and Support beams, extremely sturdy and could Survive earthquakes and rock slides.
Wasting no time in walking through the open plan area, where the kitchen and dinning space worked well together with light colors, and Granit Top surfaces. he Rushed to the stairs the where hidden in a nice neat corner of the room, Curved around the wall, taking Tristan up he took him to his master bed room, with built in End suite as it was the only room in the house with a private bathroom. It was best to place him in Meta's room.
Lying him down gently on his bed of Soft quilting and pillows he covered him up a little, before going to the bathroom to get a cold damp facial cloth to rest on his head. He opened some windows the let the air in and rested by his side.
Taking care of Tristan till the time he may awaken again.
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