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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:41 pm
We Came to Dance.
xxx( Hasani Rahal & Shayan Javed. )
xxx( la mort noire - - xx & bpyan. )
xxx( outside of the common house. )
xxxxx♚ ♚ ♚
God damn, it was hot!
Not that a certain dark skinned Persan wasn't used to that. Still though, was it too much to ask for a little rain? Hasani swore under his breath, feeling beads of sweat run down his neck, against his hairline and into his clothing. With aggressive fingers, the eighteen year old pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it on the large boulder he had stationed himself on. In the distance, Hasani watched the common house and its coming and going's. People in and out, in and out. The Persan couldn't find the saving grace in staying in that godforsaken place for longer then need be. Unless of course, he was being graced by the presence of a particularly fine one night stand. Of course, the eighteen year old hadn't had any sort of luck like that yet, and to say it was killing him was the understatement of the year. Not to mention that not nursing a new bruise for so long felt like mutiny against everything he'd lived for these past few years. The Persan longed for another physical fight, but his tongue seemed to have caught during any chance he got to pursue one.
Of course, that might have had something to do with the damn schedule. Classes, classes, classes, some free time, classes, training, and then what? Bunking with others. So much for privacy. So much for good, simple, no longstanding consequence fights, amongst other things. Hasani gritted his teeth, massaging a particularly tense muscle. The first free moment he got in this place and he was alone. Something had to be wrong with this picture. The heat seemed to be even more suffocating than usual, but perhaps that was because Hasani himself was more and more tense. Humidity stung the air, clinging to his skin. Listening to the ever ambitious tune of cicada's, Hasani rubbed behind his ears, fingers twisting and tangling with pale brown strands. His free hand pressed to the cool sheath of his shamshir, the weapon he'd been using just a few minutes ago. Ever since he'd left Persa, the time spent practicing with the beloved thing was sliced in two. Hasani would have to do something about that. He'd have to do something about a lot of things, really.
Cracking and rolling his shoulder, Hasani moved off of the large rock, bare feet sliding over burning dirt. It wasn't anything new. He'd lived through the dry Persan weather, he could take the humid heat here. Reaching back, Hasani pressed his fingers to his damp hair, retying it in lazy grace. Figuring that the common house would be nothing but trouble if he returned now, the eighteen year old stayed in place, contemplating exactly what to do. He could find someone to distract himself with, he could sleep, he could train. He could cause trouble. But today, none of those appealed. Here where he knew next to nothing, Hasani wasn't about to go and get himself ******** beyond the point of no return in terms of messing up. The Persan wasn't that stupid.
Gripping the sheath to the shamshir, Hasani pulled the blade out of its resting place. With ease, he held in front of him with one hand before raising it up so it reflected the light. The words criss-crossed into the metal were prominent. Letting entire arm loosen, feel as if the weapon was just an extension of his own body, Hasani pulled his lips back into a slight grimace and sighed, tilting his head back towards the sky.
"Well this island sure is a bore now isn't it, darlin'."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:28 pm
The light haired seventeen year old wiped a bead of sweat that trickled down his dark skin, his face twisted with annoyance. The bright sun looked down on Shayan as if taunting him and pushing him to an even worse mood. But it wasn't the heat that made put him in a bad mood but it was the perfectly formed red hand mark that was left on his cheek. Just moments earlier he had hit on this lovely well-endowed woman who was probably twice his age. But what was age if she caught his fancy? Besides, he only complemented her on this blessing that she had. People were seriously too touchy.
The young boy knitted his brows as his silver hair fell and veiled his face, obstructing his view of the street up ahead. He pushed the strands away with one movement of his hand, tucking the stray hair to the back of his ears. People from Persa always praised his hair, saying that it was unique and that paired with this feminine face, he looked like an angel. He had charmed them well, feigning his innocence and gentleness. But the stupid hair always did get in the way. And they were wrong about him being an angel. They didn't know him at all.
The streets of Ciphar were far different than the streets of the slums of Persa. Near his former home he could smell the putrid odor of rotten fish and garbage mixed in with sweat of the people who passed by in the cramped streets, people on the dirt floor begging for money, prostitutes exposing themselves as they hung around every single corner. That didn't matter any more though. Now Shayan was in the middle of a wide street, the air crisp and clean. Though Ciphar lacked the excitement he craved so badly, he was thankful to the priests for taking him to Ciphar. Far from that ******** hell-hole he didn't miss one bit.
He sighed as he walked past a crowd of people, looking at them with his one good eye. He recognized no one. The Island was pretty bare when he came but now more and more people arrived for whatever reason. It pissed him off a bit, it was like they were invading his own private place. He raised his brow at one boy as he caught his eye, the boy retreating to the comfort of his crowd of friends. He scoffed. A coward who didn't deserve to be here.
He continued walking in slow steps and eventually found himself in front of the common house as more people passed him by.
Then he saw something reflect the light of the sun. His vision was limited but it was an unmistakable image. The Persan walked towards the source of this light, clicking his tongue as he did.
"You could poke an eye out with that... ah irony." he snickered, once again pushing back his silver locks. Shayan looked at the other dark-skinned boy, his white and blue eyes looking him up and down, sizing him up.
Perhaps this could serve as a form of entertainment? Shayan snickered, a smirk forming on his face. Maybe this was something worth his time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:56 pm
Hasani's ears picked up the sound before his eyes glanced the criminal. The Persan bit a sigh back. Either he was going to turn and be disappointed again, or find entertainment if the gods were smiling to him that day. A highly unlikely thing though, since they hadn't smiled at him in far too long. His hand lowered, fingers loose around the hilt. A free hand rose and pressed up the back of his neck, fingers sliding into the hair line to massage the sweat soaked strands. Letting his arm fall completely, the tip of the blade almost touching the ground, Hasani turned to his new companion, eyes glancing over a feminine, short figure. At first he thought of a girl, but further examination said different. Silver hair and dark skin? Hasani would have guessed that he was in the presence of a fellow Persan, though where the light hair came from, he didn't know. Of course, the same could be said for his pale brown locks.
"Wouldn't want that now, would we?" He purred lazily, lifting the blade close to examine it. His eyes flickered to Shayan, and Hasani took a few lazy steps before lifting the weapon so that the cool metal gently brushed under the others chin. "But your lack of faith in my skills is rather disappointing, babe." Putting bare pressure into the blade, Hasani lifted Shayan's chin just a bit, examining the other with muddy blue eyes before slowly lowering the weapon and turning to grab its sheath. Putting his baby back in its resting place, Hasani let the weapon rest on the boulder, turning his attention to three leisurely strides he pursued to get to Shayan. Instead of a weapon now, it was cold, smooth fingers brushing over the red mark on the boys cheek. The corners of his lips quirked up into a smirk.
"What happened here?" He murmured, fingers edging along the side of the Persan's face. He dropped his hand, leaning his weight into one foot with a mirth laden laugh. "Still romancing the more fragile side of the population, are we?" He couldn't imagine a time other than this when he wasn't sporting a bruise of some sort. Whether it be from a fist fight or a flirt-gone-wrong. Though he'd never really picked up on the dainty type to slap before throwing a punch. Leaning back, Hasani's hands hung loose by his sides, though they itched to touch. Baseless desire rose up, bemoaning the idea of being without for so long. Hasani forced himself not to roll his eyes. His body was such a needy thing, wasn't it.
He didn't have to size the other up to know that he would do. It was just a matter of whether he proved interesting enough to pursue. And whether he would go along with it, or simply leave a matching red handprint to the side of Hasani's face. Though at this point, both options sounded rather amusing. Hasani smiled, like a predator watching its prey.
"And just who might you be, darlin'?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:06 pm
His roaming eyes stopped at the others face as he turned, watching him carefully as he approached. The boy was inches taller than him, he had to tilt his head up to meet the others' blue orbs. Looking at this new found companion made him remember the boys that ran with him in streets of his hometown. Made him feel nostalgic. Although these thoughts were mostly things he wanted to forget, the feeling did not translate to this male, in fact his present feelings were completely different.
The shorter Persan felt cold steel brush his skin. Gentle but demanding at the same time. Shayan shuddered, a feeling of excitement tingled down his whole body. Running his tongue on his upper lip and a smile tugging his lips, his disposition remained the same even with the metal on his chin. If there would be blood, he didn't mind. In fact, that would be very, very exciting.
Shayan could feel a sense of disappointment as the cold feeling left his chin, the other Persan walking away a little. But then replacing that cold feeling was a warm one, the other teenager's skin touching his own. His smile dropped, now he knitted his brows slightly as he remembered that past encounter which resulted in this red mark. He pushed the hand away, crossing his arms afterward. But the scowl on his face faded away as it came. He quite liked how this person was looking at him, which was unusual. People he had met before who had ulterior motives had that very same look. But he didn't feel that it was unpleasant at all.
"Shayan. Pleased to meet you, honey." he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Brushing away his light locks, he took a step forward, "I believe it's your turn to introduce yourself?"
He put his hand on his neck, catching the falling beads of sweat that trickled down his skin. There was a certain yearning that started to build up inside of him, what it was, he didn't know.
Shayan placed a hand on his hip, his fingers searching for the dagger that rested on his belt. His fingers itching, but he was trying to fight the temptation to pull the blade out. He walked circled the other with slow and light steps, his eyes brimming with amusement.
So tempting...
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 3:11 am
Hasani watched as the cool steel of his blade invited a smile. It didn't intimidate him, nor did it frighten him. In such a situation, he might have done the same. A smirk curved along his lips. Just what surprises did this boy have in store for him? The Persan let his weight shift to one foot, the breeze pushing and twisting at his pale brown locks. He wasn't carried off by nostalgia, but the familiarity lingered. Just who was this child? Had he run into him back in Persa without even knowing it? No, he would remember the silver tresses. And that eye. Hasani shifted again, tasted intrigue on his lips. Well, if they hadn't made acquaintances back then, surely he'd have to make up for it now. The eighteen year old rarely passed up beauties, especially at a time like this. And it seemed as though the younger one wasn't exactly against such... inviting behavior.
"Honey, huh?" Hasani repeated with vague amusement. "Pleasure to meet you, Shayan." The purr in his voice was unmistakable.
At the others prod to introduce his own self, Hasani raised a brow, nails digging into an exposed hip. "Ah, myself?" He smiled, leaned dipping his head a bit, barely within Shayan's personal boundaries. Enough to tease, enough to feel hot breath on his cheek. "Hasani, darlin'." He leaned back, shaking his head and feeling beads of sweat twist and trickle down his back. The heat was either getting worse, or Hasani was burning up. His interest in Shayan lit the recently hidden urge for a night of fun. Though Hasani knew that delving into his own cravings might just create more and more trouble. But it never hurt to play along for the time being, did it?
He watched as the other circled him, gazing with hawk like eyes. Just what did this kid want? Just what was his interest? Hasani knew his own cravings, but just what was it that drove Shayan to stay. Hasani caught the sight of fingers searching for a blade and a rigid excitement drove its way up his spine. "Just what are you planning now?" He asked in a lazy fashion, his fingers itching to curl into fists and strike at the very sign of danger. But there was still that ignorant pain in his gut. An ache that wasn't physical, that longed for something he didn't quite acknowledge, even though he knew perfectly well what it was. "I hardly think you came around just to introduce yourself."
Hasani smiled, but it wasn't warm. Just what did this kid have in store now? Hopefully he wouldn't get boring any time soon.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:16 am
"Well, Hasani. Do you like getting too close to people you just met?" he cocked an eyebrow up, a smile playing on his lips. He touched the other boy's chest for a brief moment before he pulled away. For a moment in time he could feel the radiating heat from Hasani, mirroring that of his own warming body. His pulse started to pound harder and his heart attempted to hammer through his chest. This was pure adrenaline, excitement and desire all rolled up in this one moment. He did not know what caused it but in his head he convinced himself that it was because he hadn't had such fun for so long and that he had forgotten this addicting feeling. Maybe that's what it merely was.
Shayan had no idea what he was doing, but he was never really one to think his actions through. He stopped walking, eyes fixed on the other, he didn't even attempt to hide the amusement in his delicate features. He swiftly unsheathed his curved dagger, the sound driving tingles down his spine. Ths sound was so familiar and nostalgic-- a sound that signaled the start of a fight and the spilling of blood. "Well it depends..." he brought the dagger slowly to his lips and opened his mouth, licking the cold steel, "...if you're up for a bit of excitement, that would be fun."
The Persan heard indistinct murmurs from the few people around him as he did this. Apparently the sight of a dagger in broad daylight wasn't something most were used to. He sighed, running his thumb on the dull side of the weapon before placing it back in its resting place.
Ignoring the scattering people and the fading noises Shayan spoke again, his voice serious but with a hint of excitement. "Of course, somewhere more private." his eyes regained their sparkle.
He could no doubt feel an aura from the other Persan that was the same as his, he knew in his mind that the boy wouldn't back down from his invitation.
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