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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:13 pm
Quinn felt very good about himself.
He also felt very good about receipts that come in bags of shorts.
And also his inability to throw things away once they've hit the floor of his room.
He hadn't gone home to eat dinner with Vale, like he'd hoped; in fact, he didn't even remember he was supposed to until the next morning. The box that had previously held his bright green shorts caught his eye, however, and he picked it up just to look at it.
That was how he realized what day it was. And also, using amazing deductive reasoning (And a calendar) He realized that he only had a few days to buy something and bring it to Vale.
It was their one-week anniversary, after all!
Quinn surprised himself. Anniversaries, especially one-week ones, were not something he expected to remember much less care about. But then he realized that Vale probably would be excited about it, because he was so hopelessly romantic.
And also because they were already on thin ice from the day after...their little escapade, and he wanted to make it up to Vale. He hadn't slept over at Vale's house since then, either.
And that definately had to change.
Quinn nervously had the bag in his hand, swinging it back and forth, careful not to drop it.
He had had to scrounge up every last bit of cash he could find in his house to buy this present, and Vale was gonna like it, gosh darn it!
Or, at the very least, he hoped it would get him laid.
Quinn thought they were cute, at least. And Sydni would like them, if she didn't break them.
And Vale would like anything Quinn got him, right?
He sat back down on the steps to Vale's window that he had just managed to gather the willpower to stand up on. He was immediately outside of the window, but he couldn't see in. And it was early. He didn't want to upset Vale by getting him up.
But knowing Vale, he was already up, right?
But Quinn didn't want to make him mad again.
He resolved to wait until he could hear noise from inside. He set the bag down beside him and adjusted his position to a more comfortable one. His butt slipped off of one step in the process, and he banged down three steps, exceptionally loudly on the fire escape. He shoved his head in his hands.
That was probably louder than any knock he could have done.
Perhaps four thirty in the morning was too early for things like this.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:39 pm
He was awake and out of bed at the first crash, the abrupt jump from sleep to consciousness leaving adrenaline pumping through his veins. For a moment, he didn't know where he was - flashing between the jungle and his room, ready to see the gleam of fangs and claws bearing down on him. But there was nothing - he calmed, his heart still stuttering, ears pricked.
A noise, outside. He stalked over to the window, pulling curtains back to look out--
No. God, no. Why? Why the fu--
He growled under his breath, even more agitated when Tepin had to be lulled back to sleep, studiously ignoring the idiot outside on his fire escape. Soon enough he had her tucked back into bed, pillow in place of himself and Mr. Slinky curled at her feet.
He checked the clock.
His eyes narrowed. He pulled on his bathrobe over his pajama pants - it was cold outside.
Despite their anniversary, despite the revelation of new discoveries about their families, there was one thing Vale knew:
Revenge must be had.
Shoving the window open, he'd soon swung himself out onto the fire escape, closing it behind him and glaring down the stairs at Quinn with all the rage of sleep interrupted. Shadows erupted from the ground, sliding through his cupped hand until he grasped a twisting, black javelin.
"Better start running, Quinn," he growled, aiming. "Three...two..."
Quinn was going to learn a lesson today about boundaries.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:47 pm
Quinn's eyes widened. Leaping to his feet, he grabbed at the bag and clutched it to his chest as if to protect it, losing his balance and falling backward on the steps. The bag flew out of his hand and off the side of the railing. In a clatter, he fell down the short flight of fire escape stairs to the first turn in them, and an eternal millisecond later the bag hit the ground with a loud smash, like something broke.
Quinn laid there, glaring up at the sky.
His present was broken.
Vale was going to death-javelin him to, uh, death.
And he hadn't even had breakfast yet.
Typical.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:29 pm
He bit back a sigh. Truth be told, he'd been hoping for a chase and a little fight. Something to work this adrenaline off.
But they couldn't do that anymore. Fighting was not what you did in a relationship. That was called domestic abuse, and just because Quinn was a boy didn't make it any different. Vale would have to find a sparring partner elsewhere.
Hopping down the steps, he finally reached the landing that Quinn had arrived at, javelin disappearing in his grasp and reaching down to pull the other boy up, brushing him off with an apologetic kiss.
"Sorry," he mumbled, ears flicking back and nose buried somewhere in Quinn's hair. "I v'as playing."
Sort of.
He had all intentions of hitting Quinn with the spear - just nicking him, though, no real damage. A little lesson, a little fun. Maybe it was just his strange idea of fun - Quinn probably wouldn't enjoy that, he wasn't feral like Valeriu was.
"V'hat are you doing out here, anyway?" he asked, pulling back with an exasperated look. "You never v'ake up this early."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:39 pm
Quinn wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. Even if stupid-jerk-Vale had ruined his stupid-cheesy-present and their stupid-unimportant-anniversary when it had just barely started. He wasn't going to cry, and he was extremely certain of this. But he was also extremely angry.
How DARE he ruin Quinn's present? He was incredibly proud of it, and Vale had ruined it. He didn't mean to wake the other boy up, not so early. Why didn't he understand that?!
Quinn pushed Vale away and stalked down the steps without saying a word, picking up his bag and looking inside at the squashed box, too afraid to look inside.
Vale didn't deserve it. Not after what he had done! He wasn't playing. Not playing at all. He was going to death-javelin Quinn to death, and Quinn was fully aware of that. And then the other boy had the nerve to ask him what he was doing there? Of course Vale would forget. Of course. The one time he had thought of something sweet and romantic, Vale didn't even remember. Wondering what he was doing there! Pah!
He was glad it broke. A broken present was just what he deserved.
What he didn't deserve was a nice card. Quinn pulled that out of the bag and scrunched it up in his hand.
The scowl still on his face, he made his way to wherever Vale had ended up and shoved the bag at him.
"This is what I'm doing out here." He paused. "But whatever."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:05 pm
He looked at the bag in puzzlement, hearing the crinkle of some broken object shifting inside, and then back at Quinn. Back down at the bag. He was almost tentative - what if it exploded in his face?
Carefully he opened the bag, looking inside the box - and was greeted with the decapitated head of a ceramic, grey cat. There were more pieces; the smile of a tabby, the spotted coat of a calico mixed in with the other acrylic-painted furs.
He looked back up at Quinn. He didn't understand. Why did Quinn want to give him a bunch of broken, ceramic cats?
Except they weren't broken before the other boy had tripped down the stairs. That meant that he had meant to give him a bunch of unbroken, ceramic cats.
He'd remembered?
Quinn hadn't - hadn't thought that it was stupid? To celebrate a one week anniversary?
"Thank you," he murmured, hugging the box closely to himself in lieu of the angry snake. A warm and possibly idiotic smile split his face. "Thank you, very much. I am...I am really glad."
Glad was an understatement. Glad didn't even begin to describe the bright and blinding smile that was currently overtaking his normally serious face.
Even if it was 4:30 in the morning, and he was freezing out here in pajama pants and a bathrobe.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:43 pm
Quinn scratched at the back of his neck.
Vale had liked them anyway? Even though they were broken and screwed up? Even though he had woken him up at an ungodly hour in the morning? Quinn brought his arms together and folded them across his chest, rubbing at his arms. It was chilly.
A part of him was filled with an insane amount of joy that Vale was smiling so hugely. Another part of him was still pissed that Vale had threatened him with a doom-harpoon.
He decided to let it go. Just this one time. He could let it go. He found his way to Vale and snaked his arms around the other boy, resting his forehead on the godling's shoulder. The warmth from the other body was nice.
"It's cold. Can we go inside?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:57 pm
He wasn't purring, was he?
Oh, dammit, he was--
And Quinn wasn't angry anymore, so he wouldn't have to go running down the street after the other boy this time.
He was so damn happy. This was the best anniversary, ever. He hugged back, still carefully cradling the bag of crushed goods in one arm, enjoying the moment. And Quinn's hair. Stupid, feathery, blonde hair -- even if he was carefully nudging a feather with his nose.
Mustn't bite it. Mustn't. It was a very bad idea. Quinn would like neither split ends nor split feathers.
Pulling away before he caved into that particular urge, he shucked his bathrobe off, draping it over Quinn's shoulders with a grin.
"Sure. Just be quiet. The girls are asleep." He wrapped an arm back around Quinn's waist, pulling the godling along after him towards the front door this time around, and back into the blessed warmth of the home. Where he very carefully placed the crinkling bag up on the mantel above the fireplace.
"I v'ill fix them, today. And put them up here," he decided, looking at the bag before looking back at Quinn.
"But first-" Yes, he was still nervous -- but that didn't stop him from dragging Quinn into a pleased kiss, looking like the cat that had caught the canary.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:03 pm
Quinn nodded. "I'll be quiet," He promised. He pulled the bathrobe around him and smiled as he was led into the house. It was nice and warm inside, so he shedded the robe somewhere in between the door and the fireplace.
He ran his teeth along his fangs again. They were still strange to feel. He hoped Vale hadn't noticed them, yet.
They scared him more than anything.
Quinn was about to express his happiness that Vale cared enough about them to fix them when he was pulled into the kiss, and he melted once more.
He closed any space there could have been between them, making contact at every point of their bodies he possibly could. It would have been an interesting sight, had there been anyone watching. The teenage cat-boy, shorter than the adult snake-bird, and yet still managing to look like he was completely enveloping him.
Quinn loved every moment of it.
Finally pulling away, he let out a shy smile at Vale.
"Now I remember why we haven't killed each other yet," he joked, slipping both of his hands into both of Vale's. "Your kisses are awesome,"
He kissed the other boy again.
"And I'm drop-dead gorgeous." He stuck out his tongue between his teeth playfully at the other boy in a taunting gesture. He wasn't quite aware that it revealed the changed front teeth. Or, at least, it didn't bother him for the moment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:36 pm
He snorted in laughter at Quinn's comment, contently pushing snake-bird back and over the couch so that he could sit as king atop the other boy's legs.
Yes, it was good to be ruler. He was about to lean into the third kiss when the fangs caught his eye, pausing in his campaign to reach up, pulling Quinn's lips back matter-of-factly to inspect the longer canines.
"Hn. So that v'as v'hat ee't v'as," he hummed, giving the fangs another look. He ran his tongue over his own, and scowled.
Quinn's were bigger.
He pulled at Quinn's cheeks with a determined frown to show his displeasure with this new development. Quinn was taller than him, and he had larger fangs.
"I am going to chop you off at the knees," he declared, now curiously tugging and pulling at all the feathers. He had a bit of time now - to poke and prod at the changes.
"Hm. There ee's something I am forgetting," he reminded himself, although it was a half-hearted reminder at best, more distracted by tying Quinn's hair up in strange knots.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:51 pm
Quinn wasn't particularly pleased at the pokes and prodding he was now getting, but he managed to distract himself from it by petting the other godling's tail. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his hair being played with, and resisted the urge to hum happily. All angry thoughts directed at Vale for ruining his present and threatening him with a pain-stick of darkness were gone. All he had now was happiness. He felt quite content. Vale's comment set off his curiosity, though.
He popped one eye open.
"Forgetting something? What do you mean?" He reached up with the same grabby hands he had seen Vale use several times, pulling Vale down from a sitting position so he was laying more on top of him.
"What are you forgetting?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:06 pm
He sprawled lazily across Quinn, the urge to nap for the next hour until he really had to wake up tugging at him. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember.
"Hn," another hum, as he pointedly nudged Quinn's hand to start petting some ears. "Ee't v'as..."
Pets weren't exactly helping him concentrate, now that he thought about it, and he scooted forward to n** at Quinn's chin more thoughtfully as he sorted through the drowsiness.
A flash of insight, and he bolted upright as if someone had just yelled "Eureka!" in his ear with a megaphone.
"Oh!" Two things, there were two things he'd wanted to show Quinn. He slid off the other godling to the ground, disappearing into the library room, returning just as quickly with a carefully wrapped object and a somewhat ragged looking photo.
He'd lost a bit of his good mood somewhere during the round trip, looking far more serious as he leaned against the side-arm of the couch.
"I got you a gift, too," he said, voice somewhere in between embarrassed and pleased, handing Quinn the carefully wrapped object. "Look at ee't first. The other thing...v'ell, I have something to show you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:32 pm
Quinn shifted awkwardly in the couch while Vale was away, not sure what to do. He was suddenly less warm, and had less kitty-boy on him. He scratched the back of his neck, and then suddenly the other godling was back again.
He carefully peeled off the wrapping paper, not-so-carefully tossing it to the floor. He lifted up the present, a huge grin spreading across his face. It was a rainbow-colored snake on a chain. He immediately fell in love with it. It was rainbow! And a snake! And also a piece of jewelry! He attached it around his neck, and grinned up at Vale upside down from his position on the couch.
"I love it! I thought you had forgotten. And that all I was going to get for our anniversary was a hurt-stick." He was growing quite proud of himself for all the synonyms of doom-javelin he had imagined that morning.
"This is amazing. Much better than lots of broken kitties. Though, I'll probably have to be pretty careful, since it's glass," He mused, then remembered that Vale had a second thing to show him.
"What else is there?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:07 pm
He was happy Quinn liked it. He wasn't sure - well, Valeriu didn't wear any jewelry besides the piercings in his ears, so he'd wondered if Quinn would do so. He'd worried that it might be too girly, but he liked it!
Still, this next part was a touchy subject.
He looked down at the photo, before hesitantly handing it to Quinn.
"I found this. Ee'n the attic. Ee's...ee's that your father?"
Say no. Say yes. Valeriu couldn't decide which was worse, which was better.
"There are more things up there," he added somberly. "Things that should not be ee'n attics. I think my, our, parents might have been ee'nvolved ee'n something."
Something was an understatement.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:10 pm
Quinn snatched the picture from the other boy and inspected it. His eyes were immediately drawn to the figure he recognized all too well. He had the same smile, the same facial structure. Quinn practically saw this man in the mirror every day. Though, granted, with shorter hair.
He didn't say anything for a moment, and then he nodded. "Yes. That's my Dad." He sighed, and set the picture face down on the table. "Can we not let him ruin our anniversary? Let's talk about attics and the things that should or should not be in them tomorrow, or the next day, or never. Let's talk about lying, untrustworthy fathers some other time. Today isn't time for that."
He sighed.
"Can we just have one day of uninterrupted fun?"
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