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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 3:36 pm
 Lycander Taimberlin took in a deep breath of the fresh air. He loved the cities. Loved the crowds of people and the shopping districts. But most of all, he loved being around people. He was a very social individual. Yet, even Lycander had to admit that sometimes, a little break from it all was just as nice. Getting away from the hustle and bustle of a city and going somewhere quiet for a weekend was just the perfect cure for that!
Which was why the redhead had suggested he and his boyfriend take a little camping trip for the weekend. Something he hadn't done in quite some time. Not to mention, Lycander felt Requiem would enjoy being outdoors where there weren't so many people. Only the two of them. And the trees.
The redhead grinned, shifting the backpack on his shoulders as he glanced over at his pale haired companion. "So tell me, darling. Have you ever been camping before? I have to admit, I've not been in a long time. Though I do remember a few occasions where I went with my family." He paused. "Actually, maybe it was just my siblings and I that went." A thoughtful look crossed his face while they walked, green eyes watching the path in front of them.
He'd picked a location he'd heard people say good things about the area. Not many people camped here at a time, so there was a sort of almost intimacy to being out here with just Requiem. Though Lycander did spot at least one other small group of campers while they trekked deeper into the woods. To where it felt cooler and the trees dimmed the light of the sun.
"What do you think? See any spots that look good enough?" He asked, eyes on the sky trying to determine how much sunlight they had for the day. The redhead was pretty sure there was at least a couple hours left of sunlight. Maybe.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:34 pm
It had been six months since he had started dating Lycander Taimberlin, and Requiem Driscoll was still not entirely certain how he had gotten into this relationship in the first place.
It was not as if he didn't want it - that was an absurd reason, since what he felt for Lycander was like nothing else he had ever felt before. It was difficult to put it into words, like trying to capture a shadow in a jar. Every time he tried to put a label on his feelings, they slipped away, just like that, and he had to chase after them, try and pin them down to figure out what they meant.
He liked Lycander - that much was obvious. Liked him so much it hurt, that sometimes when he tried to think of what life would be like without Lycander his chest felt tight and he began to panic. And that "like" was more than just liking a friend. It was...
Well. What it was. But even after six months, they had hardly done anything other than just kiss - very tamely - and hold hands, perhaps curl up against one another on the couch. And that had been it.
Sometimes Requiem wondered whether or not he was hurting Lycander, being this hesitant and shy and reserved. He was not used to this, not used to people even wanting to touch him, even be near him. Which was why he needed Lycander so much.
Because he was not afraid of him.
The camping trip had been a good idea, on Lycander's part. Requiem and Lycander had spent the past several months doing nothing but working and studying (mostly on Requiem's part so that he could enter into the Cerberus Knights he so revered someday), and both of them had forgotten what it was like to simply...relax. They now had the chance to take a break, even if it was just a small one.
It also made Requiem slightly nervous. Though he had been living in the same apartment with Lycander for months now, they had shared separate bedrooms, separate living spaces.
And now they would be in the same tent. Together. By themselves.
Requiem was very, very nervous.
Please be patient with me, he thought, a little desperately, as he glanced over at Lycander, walking cheerfully beside him, his emerald green eyes catching the flecks of sunlight through the trees.
"Ah," said Requiem, and flushed a little. What had he even been thinking about, anyway? "Er, no. I haven't ever been camping before. I remember my parents telling me that we should go someday, but we never actually did."
Which reminded him that he still had not introduced Lycander to his own parents. Or even told them about him in the first place.
"...I'm glad we can go, though," said Requiem quietly, after a moment. "I could use a break. And I...am glad I can...spend it with...you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:18 pm
If anyone was to ever ask the redhead how he felt about being Requiem's boyfriend, he'd tell them the truth. He absolutely and utterly adored the other young man. Cared very much for him and did not mind at all waiting patiently and taking things slow. Because he had Requiem's affection, as shy as it was. But that was good enough for Lycander. He was pretty sure he'd do pretty much anything for Requiem.
And he also liked to spoil his boyfriend. Do things for him just to see that smile cross his face.
Yep. He was totally in love with him. Undeniably. But Lycander was, for all his chattering and love for being in the rush of crowds, a very patient individual. As he had promised Requiem before, he would take things as slow as he needed. And to his credit, Lycander had done just that. Always with a smile on his face.
Although that secret little part of him was currently doing the fangirl sort of squealing in his mind at getting to be out here, just the two of them, no one else around to give them looks. And yes, Lycander was aware of the sort of looks people directed at Requiem. It was one of the few things he could safely say he very much disliked. And also why he tried so hard to show Requiem that they were wrong.
"What, really?" Lycander blinked owlishly at him. "You've never been camping before?" His face burst into that huge smile. "Well I'm glad I can take you on your first camping trip! You'll love it, I promise. It's always so nice and refreshing spending some time out in the woods. Especially with someone special." He added, bumping his shoulder to Requiem's.
Hearing the quiet words, the redhead gave his boyfriend a very warm and caring look with a hint of something else. The look he usually saved just for him. "I'm glad too." Lycander added in softly, letting his emerald gaze move away so as not to embarrass or make Requiem feel uncomfortable. He took in the area, eying the woods around them. His pace slowed when a fairly flat area of surface appeared. Moving towards that, Lycander crouched down to flick a few rocks out of the way, then turned a beaming smile up to Requiem.
"This spot should be perfect!" He shrugged out of the backpack he carried, setting it down carefully to rummage around the outside and pull off the tent. "Tell you what. I'll get camp set up if you want to grab us some firewood! Something similar to..." His eyes darted around until he found a suitable branch, snagging it and holding it out to Requiem. "Something like that. Should be tons around here. Then I promise to give you the full camping experience. Complete with hot dogs cooked over a fire and s'mores for dessert!" He stood up for a minute, bouncing over to place a quick kiss against Requiem's cheek. "Don't wander too far." He teased, turning to make quick work of setting up camp.
It didn't take him very long either and it was clear he was no stranger to this. Lycander had the tent up after several minutes, sleeping bags and foam pads unrolled and set up inside. He even had a small ring of rocks set up for a makeshift fire pit! Yep, no stranger to this at all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:45 pm
The best thing about dating someone like Lycander (because that was what Requiem had to keep telling himself over and over again; that he was Lycander's boyfriend, not just his friend anymore) was that Lycander had never once pushed him to do anything he was uncomfortable with.
Which was probably why they had done nothing but hold hands with a few extremely tame kisses. And while Lycander understood his own feelings and knew he had fallen in love, Requiem himself still had quite a bit to go before he himself realized what exactly he felt.
But for now it was enough.
"I do like the woods," said Requiem quietly, traipsing after Lycander as they made their way through the trees, his booted feet making soft crunching sounds as they stepped on stray twigs and leaves. The forest was filled with the scent of the earth, and somehow it relaxed him, made him feel more at ease.
And Lycander's presence definitely helped, even if that look in his eyes when he looked at him frightened him a little. Not because Lycander was dangerous, but because Requiem himself did not know if he could handle the depth of everything shown there.
But Lycander, as always, looked away at just the right time, and Requiem felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease.
When they reached their destination, he stood watching as Lycander swung his bag off and began setting up camp. He handed Requiem a branch, and then set to work with everything else, leaving Requiem to gather the firewood - a task he accepted gratefully, though with a slightly red face as Lycander kissed his cheeks. Quickly he reached out, his fingers catching ahold of Lycander's shirtsleeve.
"Thank you," he said quietly, and then stood on his tiptoes to very briefly brush his lips against Lycander's - a quick, hardly there kiss that was followed by Requiem darting off into the woods with a very warm face indeed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:12 pm
It was a small, very simple and innocent kiss, really just a brush of lips. But Lycander felt his own heart skip a few beats and that warm feeling in his stomach grow, feeling like butterflies beating around furiously. The corner of his mouth turned up in a quirky grin as he paused in his actions to pat Requiem's hand. "You're welcome." He said quietly, then gave Requiem a small shove to gather firewood.
Lycander watched as Requiem went off to collect the firewood and sighed. He was happy to hear that he might actually be enjoying this little venture. The redhead hadn't been sure if this would be a good idea or not, but judging by the way Requiem seemed to relax as they entered the wooded area, losing the tension he always seemed to carry when anywhere that was not their apartment was encouraging.
As long as you are happy, I am as well.
Smiling softly, he moved about finishing the task of setting up camp before grabbing the cooler with food and drinks inside. Digging around he pulled out the hot dogs, snagging a bag with the dry foods in it to pull out the buns. Next he went on a hunt for the roasting sticks. "I know I have them here somewhere..." He muttered to himself, pawing around until he finally found them. "Ha ha!" With a victorious grin, he set them aside with the rest of their dinner supplies.
Next were the chairs he set up, placing them comfortably around the fire pit. Once he was satisfied with their arrangement, he grabbed their clothing bags and placed them just inside the tent.
"Success!" He proudly looked around their little campsite, nodding his head. It looked good to him. Now, he just hoped it looked alright to Requiem. It was his feelings that Lycander really cared about.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:28 pm
By the time Requiem arrived back to where Lycander was, the sun had already begun to sink lower in the sky, casting orangey purple waves of the sunset through the trees. It gave everything an ethereal sort of golden glow that felt warm and safe to Requiem, and he was feeling more comfortable than he had in weeks when he came traipsing back with an armful of wood. Lycander had already gotten everything set up, and was sitting in a chair around what would hopefully be a fire eventually.
"Here," said Requiem, and set the logs down in front of them, within the little circle. Then he backed away, lifting his gaze to sweep his eyes across the trees, inhaling the familiar scent.
Being this relaxed made him want to be closer to Lycander - but at the same time, it made him nervous. Surreptiously he cast a glance over his shoulder at his boyfriend, absently chewing on his lower lip. Sometimes he wondered whether or not he was causing Lycander pain, being so reserved.
He certainly hoped not. But perhaps this weekend could be a chance for them to...grow closer.
His cheeks flamed bright red at the mere thought. And it wasn't even that he was thinking of...that, but the idea of doing anything more than just holding hands made him so incredibly nervous that he very nearly dropped his bag that he had picked up again, his fingers trembling.
Then he wondered whether Lycander had brought him here because of the lack of intimacy between them.
The thought was mildly terrifying, as well as upsetting, and this time Requiem really did drop his bag, the contents of it spilling out across the ground and rolling this way and that. Face flaming with embarrassment, he dropped down to the ground and tried to pick everything up without looking too much like a fool.
But his fingers kept trembling and he kept dropping things.
Why am I such an idiot? Lycander takes care of me all the time. He does everything for me.
His hand hesitated over a dropped shirt, fingers resting lightly atop it.
When have I ever done anything for him?
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:02 pm
"Ah, excellent!" Lycander spoke up as soon as Requiem appeared, carrying what would be fuel for their fire. He gave him that wide grin, glancing at the pieces of wood that were deposited into the fire pit. Moving slightly out of the chair he'd been in to crouch in front of the pit, he moved the branches and pieces of wood around a little until they were settled in a way he liked. "Thanks for getting these. I'll have a fire started quickly and then get food cooking!"
He didn't notice the strange awkwardness that seemed to come from Requiem. To be fair, Lycander was quite used to his boyfriend being awkward. But he'd promised to get that fire going and food cooking, so he put most of his attention into that. The fire itself was slightly stubborn, taking some coaxing from the redhead before it started to burn nicely.
Lycander was just about to start skewering hot dogs to rest over the fire when he jumped slightly at the sudden clatter from behind him. Twirling around quickly and straightening he found Requiem's bag on the ground and the Majin himself trying to collect the spilled contents.
What...happened?
He hesitated for a minute, not sure if he should further embarrass him or not. With a sigh, Lycander moved over, picking up the shirt carefully so he didn't get any more dirt on it. Crouching down, he placed a hand against Requiem's shoulder, eyes warm. He didn't know what seemed to be troubling him, but Lycander didn't draw focus to it. Instead, he smiled and held out the shirt. "Why don't you let me show you the good old classing way of cooking a hot dog with a campfire?"
Squeezing his shoulder, the redhead stood and offered his boyfriend a hand up. "Come one, it's no fun if you don't get the hands on experience! And I've got blankets draped on the back of the chairs for after the sun has set and things get much colder."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:33 pm
He hated himself for doubting Lycander's intentions, but his heart and his mind seemed to be moving at two different speeds. Requiem's small world had expanded exponentially since meeting Lycander, and he was so unbearably grateful to him for never doubting him, never once thinking he was any less of a person than what he was.
He could not even begin to describe the depth of his gratitude towards Lycander.
A hand dropped onto his shoulder, warm and reassuring, and Requiem lifted his gaze, his golden eyes meeting his boyfriend's scarlet one. He flushed a little, still crouched on the ground, and then lifted his hand, taking the offered one and pulling himself to his feet.
"Thank you," he said quietly, and followed Lycander back to their space.
Twenty minutes later the fire was crackling merrily, the sky overhead was turning a deep blue, and Requiem was sitting in one of the chairs, curled up sideways in it with a hot dog on the end of a skewer. He was looking at it a bit oddly, trying to figure out how exactly he was supposed to do it.
"You just...hold it in the fire?" he asked Lycander, for what was probably the fourth time in as many minutes. "Won't it...burn?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:48 pm
Lycander couldn't figure out what had happened in that short time to make him look so...uncertain about things. But he knew one thing for sure. He was going to do his damned best to make sure Requiem enjoyed his first camping trip! And maybe he was just nervous about that in general? After all, it was a little different sleeping outside in the woods verses in a nice warm bed with walls protecting you on all sides.
He let his fingers twin with Requiem's for a minute, trying to comfort him with a touch. Then he let them slowly drift away as he moved towards the fire and the chairs.
"Anytime, darling." He said over his shoulder, gesturing to a chair. "Now come on!"
The redhead laughed. Again. Kicking Requiem's chair with his foot for about the fourth time now as well. He was sitting sideways in his own chair, legs draped over the armrest. "Yep! Just hold it out over the fire like this." Lycander waved his own hot dog and skewer in the air, placing it back towards the bottom of the fire where the coals were warmest. "It might get a little crispy and blackened, but it won't burn unless you shove the whole thing into the fire itself."
"And besides," Lycander waved towards the cooler. "I have extra packs in case we burn one too many!" He laughed and attempted to nudge his boyfriend with his foot again. "Give it a shot!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 11:11 pm
He was not getting the hot dog thing.
Hesitantly, Requiem held his skewer out towards the fire, flinching a bit as the flames suddenly engulfed the hot dog. But he managed to hold it there for several moments before pulling it back and eyeing it carefully. Then he slowly and deliberately set it into a bun, added some ketchup, and took a bite.
"...this is good," he murmured quietly, with a glance over at Lycander. He gave him a small smile, and took another bite, relatively pleased with himself for managing it.
And as he ate, his thoughts drifted again. Somehow Lycander not mentioning his little spill earlier comforted Requiem - just as it had all the rest of the times. Whenever he had an episode, or whenever he was feeling uncertain, Lycander was always there to take his hand and help him move forward. He was his ever constant companion, the one who had always been there for him, even when he thought he was entirely alone.
And Requiem had not ever done anything for him at all except be a burden on him.
He set his food down silently, staring down at it. Then he quietly pushed himself to his feet, and took the few short steps over to where Lycander was slouched sideways in his chair, and reached out a hand. His fingers touched the side of Lycander's face very softly, and Requiem slowly knelt beside him, his face tinged pink, his heart clattering in his chest. Carefully he took ahold of Lycander's shirt collar and then, biting his lip, he pulled his boyfriend forward and kissed him - and while it was still hesitant and gentle, it was longer than his other kisses had been, slow and cautious.
I think...
I think I...to you...
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 11:39 pm
Lycander didn't know exactly why, but something about roasting a hot dog over a fire out in the woods and under the stars like this always made the flavor taste so much better! He'd already gotten one hot dog cooked, placed in a bun, added a little ketchup and mustard to it and enjoyed a tasty meal.
Though he didn't make it too obvious, he watched his boyfriend from the corner of his eye, smiling as he took the leap and stuck his skewer into the flames. He was glad to see Requiem figure it out! And even happier when he liked it.
"Isn't it?" He drawled in a lazy fashion, popping another hot dog on a skewer and wedging it between a couple rocks instead of holding it. "I always find they taste much better when cooked slowly over an open fire." Hell, that was true for most things he thought. "Just wait until we get to the s'mores." Lycander chuckled. "Those are amusing to try and heat up!" Especially when the marshmallows exploded in the fire. No one couldn't say that wasn't hilarious to see!
He didn't notice Requiem set his food down right away, but he did notice as he got up. Lycander glanced over at his boyfriend as he moved towards him, a curious and slightly questioning look crossing his face. What is he...? His mouth started to frame Requiem's name questioningly, but the touch of fingers against his face silenced him. The redhead swallowed, emerald eyes never leaving those golden ones. He knelt down and Lycander felt his chest tighten like it always did when Requiem surprised him by being affectionate all on his own.
I wish he wouldn't bite his lip so much. He thought briefly as fingers clenched his shirt and he was pulled forward into a gentle kiss.
Lycander didn't move much beyond sitting up a little more to lean into the kiss. But never too much. And he never went any further then Requiem did. If there was one thing Lycander did not wish to do, it was to take something too far and terrify his boyfriend. And he so very much cherished any bit of affection Requiem showed him. But there was something slightly different in this kiss. Something he desperately wanted to respond to yet still held himself back. Though he did allow a hand to reach up and rest gently against the base of Requiem's throat, his own fingers barely gripping his shirt.
I am patient, darling. Always patient. And hopeful.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:05 am
For the most part, Requiem was used to feeling like he was never good enough.
In growing up, his parents had been kind, decent people - people that had supported him, despite knowing what he was, and he loved him, but they would never be able to understand what kind of life their son was forced to live. The blatant staring, the way everyone instinctively moved away from him, as though he carried some awful, contagious disease.
He was used to being on the outside. But with Lycander, there was no outside. Requiem had realized it before, of course, but never had it hit him so strongly until right now, in this moment, of how much he depended on Lycander in his life.
Around them the forest was quiet, except for the usual nighttime sounds of quiet chirps from the birds, and little rustling noises as the creatures made their homes for the night. Beside them the fire crackled, spitting sparks, but Requiem was not paying attention to anything at all besides Lycander.
He could feel the redhead's fingers against his throat, sliding to curl lightly in the front of his shirt. It made his heart beat a little faster, and Requiem pulled away just a little, so that he could look into his boyfriend's face. The moonlight cast shadows across his pale skin, and there almost felt like a shift between them, something warm and reassuring.
Requiem's fingers tightened on Lycander's shirt. And then he leaned forward, kissing Lycander again, and it was not nearly as gentle as it had been the first time. It was not fast, and it was not rough, but it was more than what he had ever done before, Requiem pressing himself closer to Lycander, wanting to breathe in his scent, his essence, everything about him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:29 am
Maybe it was the way he had been raised. Or just who he was. But Lycander didn't know what it was like to feel like you weren't good enough. To be shunned. Stared at like someone was waiting for you to snap. He took everything in stride without much care. Carefree was a good term for what he knew how to be best.
And he very much wanted Requiem to know that feeling. To not have to fear what others think of him for being a Majin. Lycander knew what a Majin was capable of doing to a witch. Had been on the receiving in once or twice. Yet he understood them. The cravings and how helpless the Majin could be at times. It was, in his opinion, no different then someone who suffered a terrible addiction. And those Majin that fell victim to consuming a witch's heart were those that couldn't stand to be without such an addiction.
But that was not something to focus on right now. Nope. The small breeze that made the leaves rustle and cooled his slowly heating skin felt good. And the soft sounds of night were comforting and almost like listening to Requiem play the piano.
Then there was Requiem himself. So gentle and careful and full of sweetness. Even his scent held a sweet tang to it that Lycander loved.
That tightness in his chest increased as Requiem pulled away. But he didn't pull back very far. Lycander blinked slowly at him, warm smile beginning to curl his lips. He felt the tightening of fingers on his shirt, an eyebrow raising before he had lips against his own again. And this one surprised even him. He had not expected Requiem to go a little further or move closer.
An involuntary sound that he tried to keep from escaping made his hand tighten against Requiem's shirt before Lycander relaxed his hold and slowly shifted his hand up to curl around his neck. Always light and never confining. The urge to take things even farther was there, but he fought it off.
I...can't. I want to but...Requiem...
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:39 am
Six months after he had first started dating Lycander, and this was the first time that Requiem had ever felt the cascading emotions that sank into him now, half of which he didn't even understand himself. It was like leaping off of a cliff, into a waterfall - everything was colliding inside of him all at once, making his heart beat loudly inside of his chest, making him want to just stay where he was forever.
He heard Lycander make a soft noise, the sound muffled against his lips, and Requiem's face flushed, his eyes fluttering. Fingers slid behind him, resting against his neck, and Requiem shifted, pulling himself closer. And for just a brief, fleeting moment, he let the kiss go a step farther, opening his mouth just a little bit, enough to let himself taste Lycander so very briefly and so very hesitantly.
But then he pulled away, his face a brilliant red, his breathing erratic and feeling as though he had just run an entire mile and a half without stopping. His fingers were still clenched in Lycander's shirtfront, Requiem's head spinning. He felt dizzy, and slightly disoriented, but for some reason he did not regret what he had just done. He was, perhaps, a little embarrassed - he had been outrageously forward, after all - but it gave him a strange sense of peace.
He had finally given Lycander something back for everything he had done for him. It was not much, but it was still something.
"T-time...for bed, I think," whispered Requiem, without thinking. But then he realized what he said, and his face turned even redder, Requiem beginning to back hastily away from Lycander, his heart clattering.
"That's - that's not what I - I mean, I didn't - I'm not - I didn't mean to imply that you should - that we - I'm not - "
He couldn't seem to get his thoughts together properly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:02 am
He was not able to completely keep himself from tightening his hold on his boyfriend or raising his other hand curl against Requiem's arm. Not when, for just a tiny moment, he felt lips part against his, yielding for a slightly different kiss. It took almost every ounce of self control the redhead had not to deepen the kiss to dangerous levels.
Not...yet. But oh shite is it hard not to!
Lycander did not know where this sudden spurt of affection came from or what egged it on to begin with, but he sure as hell was not going to complain! Even when Requiem pulled away, he managed to let his grip slide away without tugging him right back to him. And this time, Lycander didn't mask the groan. But he wasn't embarrassed. That kiss had been worth it.
At first, he didn't even register the underlying meaning that could have been taken from those words. Requiem's sudden reaction to them, though, had Lycander lifting an eyebrow in clear amusement. "I...what? ....Oh!" Okay even that one pulled a faint blush from him. He grinned, moving suddenly from his chair to snag his boyfriend by the shoulders and lean his head against his. "Rest assured, darling. Nothing of that sort will be happening. Now go get yourself comfortable! I'll put out the fire and crawl in after you in a few." He pulled away and gave Requiem a gentle shove towards the tent.
Whether he fled or not, Lycander went about doing exactly what he said, putting out the fire and making sure all their food was locked away from the critters lurking around the woods. His mind was still very much focused on that kiss and there was a stupid grin on his face.
He waited a few minutes after that even, not wanting to give Requiem a heart attack. Aside from snagging pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt from his own bag, Lycander didn't crawl into the tent until he heard movement inside cease. Then, carefully, he ducked within to sprawl on his half of the little tent.
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