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 Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 12:45 pm
 So what it had been more than a week since Aiseric had moved in with chanje, and day to day activity was pretty much the same.
It was a nice way of living though as much as chanje would tell Aiseric how wonderful and beautiful he was, the more he began to wonder if Aiseric understood how he felt.
Time living with him and each day that past he slowly fell in love with Aiseric, more than he realized, it was the small things about him he loved the most. But also as the time past he saw Aiseric was very closed Emotionally and would never really say anything about how he felt, despite Chanje asking him. The bubble personality that he used to have was fading alittle. He used to flirt alot with any one, that stopped since he started living with Aiseric but that was due to him wanting to be with him so much.
He plodded around in the kitchen, birds chirping, usually he would be on the hill side watching the sun rise, but not this morning. He skipped it and gave a heavy sigh.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 9:17 am
 As the morning sun rose, Aiseric stirred awake. He already knew how this day would go. Days were always the same. Wake up, eat breakfast, sit around, talk to/get flirted with by Chanje -- Why had he agreed to move in with this man again? There really wasn't a reason for it. It just... Happened. Life had always been boring and bland for him, true. But he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a bit of spice in it now thanks to Chanje.
The demonic stretched his wings out as he stretched his body with a yawn. Breakfast should be getting cooked by now if not already cooked and ready for him. Well, best not to keep the other waiting for long. He wouldn't want Chanje to think he was still asleep or gone or something. Aiseric made his way out of his room and to the kitchen.
As he padded through the house, he thought. Thought deeper than he ever had. And about something he had never really paid much attention to. Emotions. A thing he really didn't care for -- Well. He didn't care for anything really. Bland life, bland 'feelings'. Bland him. Bland.
But this flutter in his heart wasn't bland at all. The flutter that always happened when Chanje was near, or when he seen or even thought about Chanje. This flutter... What was it? What did it mean? Perhaps he'd ask Chanje sometime. Chanje seemed open to telling him anything he asked about. For now he simply shrugged it off as he entered the kitchen.
"Morning." Aiseric blandly greeted the other.
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