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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 2:31 pm
It had been far too long since Ciaran had seen his pale counterpart. He had been too afraid to approach him when he had first returned, and now cursing himself for his shyness, he sat crunching on an apple in the main room of HyTech, his head lowered. The others seemed to have gone away, and Ciaran, who hated being left alone, huddled up in the quiet with his apple and a book, tail flicking nervously.
Kitsu had said she'd be back in a couple of hours to pick him up, but in the meantime, what was a little centaur to do?
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 2:03 pm
Malhyanth had been adament that Lance spend a full day in the Hytech facility while he did some important work, and, though Lance had agree, his knightly reserve of braveness had run thin. His first true visit to the Hytech building had resulted in him being so overwhelmed, he had gone home and cried, telling his father that the large crowds scared him a little. He had not expected to be so popular with other Hytes. To his still childish mind, Ciaran was the only one that really mattered to him, yet Ciaran had failed to approach till Malhyanth had decided they should leave, and Lance was once again left without his black knight.
Strolling through the entertainment room, Lance was slowly boring himself to death looking at the confusing screens and buttons. He had used a computer a little at his father's house, but they were confusing things, and he much preferred the garden and his little plastic sword. Sighing, he entered the main lobby.
Seated a little further away, Lance spotted the black head of another Hyte. Small black ears poked from the cute little bob of the other's hair, and Lance had a feeling he knew who this 'stranger' was. Creeping as silently as he could, he stood behind his black counterpart, the horse-half clearly visable now he was closer. Book in one hand and apple in the other, Lance couldn't help himself but smile jovially, reaching out his hand and clasping Ciaran's wrist that held the apple, pulling it to his mouth and taking a big bite of said apple, releasing Ciaran's wrist afterward and humming with satisfaction.
"That is a nice apple you have. May I sit?" Lance's soft voice was obscured somewhat by the apple, but he smiled anyway.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 10:35 pm
"Hey, my apple --" But the anger didn't last long as Ciaran recognized the pale hand gripping his thin dark wrist, and the familiar voice. A brief surge of excitement seized his heart, and he smiled a small, excited smile. "Lance?" The book fell from his nerveless little hand and flopped unheeded on the floor as he turned his head. "You -- you came back!" Unspoken was the for me, but he felt it. The little, solemn centaur knight felt so emotional that he rather thought his little heart might crack open, and he half flung himself onto Lance, clumsy with youth despite his inborn grace.
Burying his face, he snuffled softly against Lance, reacquainting himself with the other a little. It was only a happy coincidence that it hid the tears that threatened to brim over. "You were gone for so long..." he blurted. "Promise you won't leave again, or I'll r-run away!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 8:13 am
Lance smiled back, and took the weight of the black knight hanging from his neck, wrapping his arms around his dark counterpart and gently rubbing the cloth covered back. His hand raised a little higher and gently petted the black, soft hair, listening to the soft mutterings of his brother in arms, hushing him softly with a smile. Lance's tail flicked from side to side slowly, and he gently took Ciaran's shoulders and held him at arms length, inspecting his friend.
"Leave? I didn't leave, brother. I was just... with held... for a while. Father was far to busy for a while to bring me back for regular visits, so I was checked up on at home. I never left you, little brother." He smiled again and ruffled Ciaran's hair with his small hand, amber gold eyes lit with pleasure at spending some one on one time with his favourite Hyte. "You can't run away Ciaran. How would I know where to find you if you ran away?" Lance raised a curious, well shaped brow and smiled a little crookedly. "Anyway, I'm sure you made some great friends in my absence... That... kuppy was it?... from the other day looked rather displeased with my appearance..."
Lance's face shifted a little to a worried frown, a slight tweak of brow muscles and a downward tilt of his mouth. His eyes held a small jealous spark, but he held it back, hands still on Ciaran's shoulders, unmoving.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:39 am
He felt as if he was being petulant, childish -- Lance seemed so calm, so carefully in control, that Ciaran felt awkward in comparison. But he shushed when he was told, and regarded the familiar pale face with slightly downcast red eyes and a rising flush in his soft dark cheeks. "I think you would probably find me," Ciaran said with quiet certainty, "anywhere I could go." It was a comforting thought and yet, somewhere on the edge of his consciousness, it twinged.
Not paying attention to it, however, Ciaran lifted his hands to rest on Lance's shoulders as well, smiling as he mimicked the motion so that they looked like a matched pair -- the apple was forgotten, rolling away on the couch. "Zaney was my best friend while you were gone," he said softly. "I was... s-scared. I don't like being alone." He tried not to make it sound accusing -- tried to be quietly accepting, when all he wanted was to, babyishly, cuddle against his brother-in-arms.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 12:29 pm
Lance grins at his counterpart and slowly disengages from Ciaran, stepping around the sofa and curling his forelegs up onto it, pulling his hindlegs up after and pulling Ciaran down to sit next to him. His eyes are excited at the prospect of hearing about Ciaran's time without him, his jealously reluctantly forgotten as he smiles comfortingly at his brother.
"Why were you scared brother? I was always going to come back!" He patted his friend's hand, taking it lightly in his own, amber gold eyes worried for his dark counterpart.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 1:24 pm
Self-conscious, Ciaran nevertheless curled comfortably close to Lance. "Well..." A little reluctantly, the dark-haired centaur child looked down at his little black hooves where they dangled off the front of the couch, scuffed and battered. "... I'm k-kind of scared when I'm alone. I don't like it." He bit his lip, fingers curling around Lance's hand.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:13 pm
Lance's free hand was used to pet Ciaran's head, and a glint of worry seemed to appear in his eyes. Why was Cia' so worried about being alone? Was his fear of the dark still haunting him? He remembered vaguely a conversation between his father and Ciaran's mother about how he was afraid of the dark, and Lance had proudly told his father when they had left that he liked the dark and couldn't see why Cia' didn't. Of course, it had resulted in a long discussion about fears and Lance had come out of it a little wiser and a little more understanding of his dark counterpart, but it still clouded his mind with confusion. He loved the dark. It was a time for sleep and dreams, and those were some of his best times.
"Do you still fear the dark Cia'?" It was blunt; to the point. He knew it was going to be hard for the smaller Knight to argue, and thus, Lance had the upper hand, but he didn't want to make the other feel uncomfortable. "Don't worry Cia'! Father says a lot of children are afraid of the dark! I like it, 'cos it means I get to dream! Dream about the Knights I want to be like. Don't you dream in the dark Cia'?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:58 pm
"I have bad dreams in the dark," Ciaran wibbled quietly at Lance, looking at his counterpart with troubled red eyes, nibbling at his own lower lip. He had caught him off guard, and he looked down at his little bright hooves. Of course Lance would be happy at night! Lance was so bright and shining that he wouldn't even need a nightlight!
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