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 Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:04 pm
Disclaimer: I realize that Kayleigh-chan, and a couple others, have asylums themselves... but this is not a spin-off of their asylums. This was made specifically for a plot line that has slowly been building thus far between Jan the Verse and myself, with our Anthropomorphs Alex Sanders and Miika Cordaire. This was also an asylum made for just ONE Anthropomorph alone, not several; just Andie.
Also... this is not an asylum like a mental ward... if anything, it appears more like a prison, a VERY olden-style place.
Thank you. <3
Now... onto the roleplay...
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:34 pm
"Walk down the beach two hundred steps.."
A whisper. A barely audible whisper, echoing off walks. Breaking the eerie silence. Traveling slowly, each echo starting after the last stopped, as if there were a thousand different voices repeating the same thing after te other ended.
"Find the winding trail beneath the carved stone, hidden in the shadows. You aren't afraid of the dark, are you?"
The whispers continued onward, each one sounded the exact same as the last. A small giggle, a very small eerie giggle. That of a child, and yet not of a child.
"Follow the path now. Following, following, following. Better tell your bird to watch his step now. You wouldn't want him to fall now, would you?"
Another giggle. Child? Adult? It was a mix. Both mature and childish at the same time.
"See the black cat up ahead? Good. Do you remember what they say about crossing a black cats path, don't you? Do you believe in superstitions... If you do, I would advice taking the left fork in the road."
A pause. A silence. Nothing but the echos lignering on through out the entire asylum. Upstairs and downstairs alike, the whipser lingered everywhere.
"So... You do believe in superstitions... That's very good. Almost there now. You're almost here. Heehee... You really want to see me, don't you? Well, you both know how to make a boy feel very special, don't you? Almost there. Don't step in the water - it's not as safe as it looks. There are things that will drown you."
Silence, even the echos had ceased to exist as in the darkness, two gold eyes opened and this time one whisper was heard, enough to send shivers down the spine of even the most fearless as a smile crept upon barely visable lips.
"You're here. One, two, I'm coming for you... Three, four, better lock your door.."
The whisper repeated as, from within the shadows, whatever it was drew closer and closer, the whisper getting louder and louder, the entire asylum growing colder and colder as an unknown power only seemed to grow.
"Five, six, pick-up sticks... Seven, eight, stay up late... Nine, ten, never sleep again."
With the last part being said, hands reached out and covered mouths to prevent screaming, pulling the two into darkness as all fell eerily silent.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:17 pm
Dark. Cold. Alone. Hollow. A black abyss. Breathing, not belonging to Alex, and not belonging to Miika, that much was obvious. Breathing. Foreign breathing. A foreign, cold touch brushing against an arm of the bird and a cheek of the demon. Not even the demon's eyes could focus. Was he? he was passed out. Oh, how precious. Dark. Cold. Alone. Hollow. All those things again as the foreign presence, the mysterious power, drifted further and further away.
Old. Old and powerful. That was the presence. It still lingered, reaching close enough to brush against skin of both the demon and the bird alike... A ghost contacting the living? hah, now who would have ever heard of that. Whispers. More whispers. Echos. Hands pressed against ears, body slumping down into a corner. A painful scream, slicing through the air. Pills. Frantically scrambling for pills. Bottls falling, pills spilling, things rattling. Water. Glasses clinking, running water, then silence. Nothing but the soft drip, drip, dripping of the water. Enough to drive any man crazy.
Breath. Breath. Keep breathing. Deeper, longer. One, two... Three, four... Five, six... Seven, eight... Nine, ten... Never sleep again. Eyes opening abruptly, already knowing the darkness. Familiar with the touch, the smell, the cold. Knowing the building more than one man could know his own heart. Light. Yes, light. Standing, moving - stumbling over two bodies - wait, what? Those... they weren't there before. Oh no. What... what had happened. Light. Must get the light. Frantic movements. Panicked breathing. Then finally, light.
Wincing, eyes dialating, pain slicing through his body, through his brain. A fox stood in the far left of the room near a door, a jail door. Eyes scanning fearfully over two bodies on the floor. No, he could see them breathing. In and out. In and out. Again, and again. Passed out? That's right. He remembered now. Sneaking up, grabbing, and knocking them out. A smirk, a giggle. The mix of a child and an adult.
Standing inbetween the bodies, sitting down, pulling his feet together, his hands on his feet. Butterfly position. A child's position. Head cocking from one side to another as a hand reached out, fingers lightly brushing against the foreign skin of the demon, eyes peeking over the top of the glasses as a smirk caressed fine-lined, supple lips. Head cocking to the other side, pierced ears twitching, fingers reached out and gently brushed against a wing, for he had been kind enough to lay the bird on his stomach. A smile curving his smirked lips, displaying two thoughts in one mind.
Standing and turning, a tail swishing around to wrap around his own waist, the other male walked towards the sink, turning the water completely off as he sat on the ground infront of all the spilled pills. Picking up each bottle, he set them down in a straight, even line, then took a peek into each bottle. Five bottles, eaching having one pill remaining inside them. Carefully examining the pills through the glasses, he began to pick each and every pille up - one by one, pill by pill - comparing each pill to the ones in every container.
With such careful examination, what would have taken at least four hours - if not more - was cut down to a mere twenty minutes or so. Pills. His pills. Picking up each cap, fitting it correctly to each bottle, he picked them up and placed them back into the cabinet. Blinking once. Blinking twice. Where did they go? the special pills, where had they gone? Oh dear, oh dear. This wasn't good... No, no. This wasn't good at all. Pacing back and forth, eyes frantically searching, then finding. Landing on a spot nearest the bird. A sigh of relief, a gentle smile as footsteps neared the bird, then stopped as he carefully, slowly, and even cautiously reached out and quickly grabbed the pills. Hand pulling back immdediately, as if it would have been ripped off at any moment. Standing back up, the pills were placed into a little bag which he closed, and locked with a pad lock, securely.
"Wakie, wakie..." A voice whispered. Inviting, welcoming, calming. Wanting them to wake up, pulling them from their unconcious state of mind. Frowning - one not suitable for such a smooth face - he turned and walked away, sitting down in a corner. "Come to on your own, I will be waiting... No escape... Not anymore." A gentle whisper, closing his eyes, leaning his head back, breathing softer and softer... but not sleeping... Hiding within his mind... waiting.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:36 am
This all had the familiar, aching ring of deja vu lingering about it. Attempting some form of... reckless endeavor, diving into the unknown which involved... scary buildings, voices, darkness, unexpected ambushes - ah, repetition. Because an ambush had to be unexpected for it to actually be an... ambush. Thoughts coming as slowly and... edgingly slow... as breath, and... and a possibility of movement and... only a possibility... and never... finishing thoughts because... there's nothing to finish them with... or they just can't hold on... long enough to be... real...
His head ached. Like... like he'd fallen. ...Astounding the amount of ways he knew one's head could ache in. For example, the fall - or the simple migraine, or someone's been rifling through your thoughts, or you've been hit, or you can't see and keep walking into things, or... there hadn't been a moment like this, this... mistake, falling into darkness, being taken into darkness... some form of... this wasn't how it was supposed to go, etc. Miniature disasters, ones you can recover from, surely, but all the same a plan... the kind of plan about which action movies are... pitiably mocking. It's so strange to return to the kind of plan where you're actually in some sort of physical danger, when for so long you've revelled in domesticity.
Mouth shut against a groan as he felt himself fluttering back towards consciousness, Alex very, very tentatively stretched and clenched fingers, testing various joints and bones for functionality. Hadn't... had to do that for so long... A modus operandi of necessity... in order to keep surviving, keep going... this wasn't te sort of life he'd chosen. But it was back, somehow, in some aspect.
Deciding finally that nothing was broken or even that bruised, the bird's eyes opened slightly, making no attempt to feign sleep - that never really ended that well, he inevitably gave something away. He really hadn't been manufactured for subterfuge of any sort. ...Light. No less discomforting than the dark, when one hasn't the faintest idea what's going on. He remembered the asylum itself, the... strange surprise at actually finding it, and the combatting reluctance of entering and... not... that had ended in favor of a cautious entry. Well. They were in now. And they hadn't been alone.
They... they hadn't... someone else... this was someone's home.
That was when the words hit him, though they were but dancing through the air. Alex sat up abruptly, though winced and felt his head spin at the sudden movement, blood panicking and knowing not which way to rush. Wincing at the way the world now spun wings pulled in close and one hand came to shield his eyes and forehead for a moment before it trailed down to cover his mouth instead, glancing about in an attempt to register his surroundings and--
Miika. He was there. Thank God. Shutting out the rest of the world for as long as it might take, the bird crouched near his demon, eyes and hands fluttering over skin and limbs, searching for some sign of hurt. How they'd gotten... here, the details beyond eyes and hands and a voice... all of that would have to wait.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:15 pm
From within his unconcious state, Miika heard words calling him, pulling him. For long moments he lay still, unconcious, not even breathing... his heart probably not pounding, either. What had happened? they found the asylum, they entered... and then... everything went wrong. What's odd is he swore that he heard a voice telling him which way to go, giving him hints on how to get there. Things that were left as rather large questions for the time being.
Fingers... Brushing over his skin. Familiarity. That... warm, gentle touch - how he did welcome that touch. Within his own mind he was struggling to wake up. The demon was sleeping - that was a good sign - no chance of him taking over, now. Long moments on the outside of nothing. No movement. No breath. No pulse. Simply a body lying on the ground with a panicked bird fluttering fingers and eyes over skin.
Alex. Alex - he had to wake up - needed to wake up. Was he waking? he couldn't tell. An intake of breath, a slow pulse starting, an exhaling of that breath. Fingers twitching slowly, wings twitching painfully against the hard, cold concrete floor. Slowly, golden eyes began to flutter open, half-lided as he looked up at Alex. A painful smile as he gently moved a hand to take hold of the bird's hand.
Slowly sitting up, he gave a little growl and moved his free hand to gently rub the should of the wing torn off. Shaking his head, he waited for his eyes to adjust, leaning over to Alex as he tried to regather his strength. A few more breaths, heartbeat slowly increasing in paces. Slowly he sat up onto his knees, still holding the bird's hand, looking around. A.. jail cell?
"We're here," Miika said softly as his eyes continued to scan about before landing onto the fox curled up in a corner against the wall. Eyes locking onto that fox, he slowly pointed a finger towards him, "There he is..." He continued to say softly simply to point him out to the other.
Movement in the room. Feeling the motion of the others surging through his body. Mind opening up a bit more, eyes flicking open. Gold eyes - a deeper gold than the demon's eyes - set upon the two, looking over the rim of glasses that slumped on the bridge of his nose. A smile before making his own slow movements. Ears and tail twitching as he sat up and looked upon them - a couple - how odd.
"I am always here... What I cannot exactly figure out is why a couple would want to come to a place like this. Hmm?" A quiet voice tilting on an invisible line that seperated child from adult. Perhaps... adolescent? no, not that young... or just too mature to seem like one. Glancing around the fox slowly stood and flicked his tail, putting a hand on his hip as he stared towards the two before turning away.
Folding arms across his chest, he glanced back over his shoulder and offered a rueful smile, "I had mistaken you two for the mosquitoes. Bothersome things. No matter how many times you swat at them, they just won't stop buzzing around to hover over your skin. Hmm?" Andie had not known names - Mikkael and Maybe - but he had made sure of it that they wouldn't return to his asylum. Yes, his asylum. Possessive of one's property. Just as the demon was possessive over his bird, and the bird was possessive over his demon.
Oh, such silly things for a genius to ponder on - but a mind couldn't ignore that which intrigued the body - could it? No, of course it couldn't... for a mind to deny the body would be unheard of, for that would make the mind deny itself... wouldn't it? Things Andie pondered many times himself, although there were many other things he couldn't comprehend... and he took several pills to keep those things quiet.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 4:01 pm
Relief stemmed from contact and rolled everywhere throughout his body in warm tides, though the lingering concerns over... the aching ways in which Miika seemed to be moving lingered on. Had the fall--or whatever had happened--done so much worse to him? That was at least a little distressing. He didn't like the idea that anything he himself should come out of feeling relatively unscathed should do something... not so simple... to his demon.
Holding Miika's hand in turn with a firm decisiveness that had been decidedly lacking unto this point, Alex's other hand drifted through the air, floating as if a falling leaf, but fell short of the perceived to be injured shoulder, a faint echo of warning staying his move to comfort. Besides, what good would it do to touch an injury? He had no medical knowledge, not beyond what rudimentary skills Kingsley and necessity had ground into him in that brief, three month period of hysteria a couple... almost three years ago, now. How time flew when you were having 'fun'.
His breath caught involuntarily and he too leaned ever so slightly closer to the other, feeling the need to shelter - somehow, despite... not knowing a thing - but they were still (relatively) intact, and together. The latter being the most important part of this equation. And so long as it was the two of them... Attention darted quick and startled to the direction of the foreign, somehow familiar voice, flitting about the crouched figure in anxious perusal. They were indeed in a jail cell... but that was made less intimidating by the fact that they were not being... kept in there, as if prisoners - for this fox, presumably Andie, was in there with them and he didn't feel as though he had been trapped in a cage with a wild animal or any other such paranoia.
The disjointed speech, though... that should give rise to some fears at least - and he did feel his fingers tighten slightly about Miika's, though he relaxed them almost immediately, chiding himself for that fear. Words that failed to link together in the typical way were nothing to be afraid of - especially not to someone who considered Oliver to be such a dear friend.
Ironically... it had always been easier for Alex to talk to those others considered mad - or at least he'd never had so much trouble with it as some others claimed to, nor nearly as much as he sometimes had with the sane. "We - were hoping to stay somewhere out of the way for a while," he said quickly to the dark space between, though not in the tearing, fleeing pace of the desperate to explain, voice strangely calm, "Somewhere we could... think, uninterrupted." Wings unconsciously clung to his back, not just due to the weighing proximity of the walls but also an underlying... all right, fine, a little bit of fear. But he would not, refused to be overpowered by it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:45 pm
Miika stayed silent, though he continued to slightly lean against Alex and hold his hand, feeling how the other's fingers reacted as his stayed solid - unshaken. Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes for a moment as he thought on a few things, such as how to answer him. Andie wasn't exactly insane - he still had sense of logic, though perhaps not much - but he was too genius for his own body. Yes, Miika new his real age, and the age he claimed to be. A sixteen year old boy claiming to be a nineteen year old boy to make people less shocked that it was a young genius.
The cause of the said insanity was in all probability because of the fact that he, as well as his mind, had not yet fully matured... therefore he took certain pills - each pill controlling a different thing that Andie couldn't comprehend with. Though, he had also heard that the young sixteen year old wasn't shy to be physically intimate. Though... that part didn't shock Miika. He was thrown away, left in an asylum - if he were in the same situation as Andie he, too, would probably be more or less a tramp... though that was probably not the appropriate or even slightly correct word to describe the younger one.
Flicking his eyes open, he looked up towards Alex and then closed his eyes again, allowing the other to handle the exchanging of words - which was probably for the best considering he couldn't even think of any words to say at the moment. He would probably feel more like talking when he and Alex were alone and once he had time to take care of his injured shoulder.
"So the couple wants a place to be alone at for thinking, hmm?" Andie pondered this for a moment before standing up, putting a finger to his chin as he paced back and forth, his tail swaying back and forth softly as he tried to think of the most fitting place to put the couple. Far enough away to not hear the noises they may or may not make in the night - he wasn't going to make assumptions - but close enough so that he could get there faster if they got into any trouble.
"Mmkay.. If that is what you want, then please, follow me. A jail cell is not appropriate for a couple, nor myself. I will find a suitable room out of trouble's reach, hmm?" He said softly as he stood up and gave a rather cute smile, eyes closing as he cocked his head to the side. Yes, he did display a sixteen year old's characterisitcs, although he was slightly envious of what the couple wanted.
Privacy, just to be together... running away together, so desperate to be with one another and out of the way that they came all the way here, to seek him for shelter. Very envious of what they had. Yet... he could sense it was a bond still blossoming. How long would it be until they figured out that they - on some level - loved one another? the thought caused a soft giggle to escape from his gently parted lips as he turned and began to walk out of the jail cell. Perhaps it was not love just yet - and a sad thought, but true - was the possibility that it wouldn't be love at all. It all depended on how their thinking alone went. How they dealt with their privacy. If they held one another as they thought of ways to keep escaping, or if they pushed contact with one another away. It would be an interesting thing for Andie to oversee.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:42 pm
Things that were... appropriate. Now that was just a throwback to... ah, yes. The world before, of twenty-four hours ago. When... thinking, intellectual pursuit, had, ultimately been the purpose and motive behind all things. Not the everyday, perhaps. Not... existence. But the process of activity from one moment to the next, the reason for bothering with such at all...
And that was the glory of the new consciousness he'd been so baffled by now, the one that countered his enraptured preoccupations with considerations of how the everyday was part and parcel of all other things, how the existence of the things outside the tangible world was... only equally as important as everything else, not more so. What was justice without bodies to serve it? The intellect without a reason to function? Affection, love... without its pleasures? Mere words and ideas. Possibilities with no true meaning beyond that which could be assigned to them in words. But what were words to actions? He supposed he'd never... he hadn't denied that particular adage, only... been ignoring it, to an extent.
Thus a return to the previous methodology of thinking... he wasn't sure what to make of it - old and familiar, yes, possibly more efficient when analyzing and discovering solutions... but he hadn't really been making a living out of decisiveness in the past... year, to be honest. And it was the big things, such as how... exactly to go about giving Kingsley the help he so obviously needed, those were the things that had escaped his ability to mend (what ability there was) most thoroughly. How could he hope to be of any sensical help when he hadn't even been able to deal with the important and already... understood.
Because now not only was the way of going about things pulled into question, he didn't... he didn't know Miika. A perhaps unfair advantage he carried in relation to the closest people in his life. Flying blind now - flying at all, which was more than a little daunting in itself. Not to be... too metaphorical or anything.
He held onto Miika now with a tender, maybe a little clingy bent to the pads of his fingers, wanting some dash of familiarity, even if it was to come from something he... had to confess he didn't actually... know. There was time for that - and details, quirks, that was... that was different from a person. A person was part of... everything. And you could recognize aspects of a person before you knew who they were and--and that was more of the old thought returning. He hadn't remembered it being so garbled. No wonder he'd never gotten anything done.
"Thank you," standing with the murmur, he supported Miika as well, finding a... comfort in being able to be more than a burden. He hadn't been able to exercise the ability to help in turn, not until the... end of the last odyssey. But it was something he treasured now, and was... glad to return to, despite circumstances.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:40 pm
Miika opened his eyes to carefully watch the fox - at least he had a sense of privacy. Looking towards Alex, he gently locked his fingers with the bird's, somehow wondering if that was what Alex needed. Standing up, he gently wrapped an arm around Alex's waist while waiting for the fox to leave the cell first.
Turning his face towards Alex, his fingers gently curving around his hip, he leaned in and whispered softly into his ears, "I'm fine... I promise," He reassured, though he sounded rather breathy. Removing his arm from Alex's waist, he allowed the other one to help him walk, somehow getting the feeling that it made Alex feel a little better.
Taking slow and careful steps, his body aching just a bit, he began to follow after Andie slowly, making sure to keep a very safe distance between them, watching the fox infront of them very carefully with eyes slightly narrowed, not being able to fully trust him.
Andie continued walking, leading them up narrow staircases and down large halls full of empty, old, rusted jail cells. The air was thick and musty, making it almost impossible to breath, although he looked like it was no bother to him - he lived in it after all. Making a soft purring sound as he walked, he led them up to the third floor, which had actual rooms and looked like it had been fixed up by hand not too long ago.
Walking over to a room near the center of the hall, he turned and opened it up, throwing a key towards Alex as he stepped out of the way to allow them to inspect the room. One king size bed and two dressers side by side with one large mirror inbetween them. A love seat next to a barred up window that obviously wasn't meant to be opened up for fresh air.
Surpsingly enough, the room smelt fairly well. Raising a brow, he looked in and then looked at the two before giving a smile, stepping back a bit further so as not to invade the space that had been set between them by the demon, and in a chipper voice finally broke the silence, "Do you find it to your liking?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:26 pm
He acknowledged Miika's assurance with a slight tilt of head, hair brushing softly over and past his forehead in the tilt as he glanced with a small, brief smile of echoing assurance, though he wasn't sure how much of it he actually felt. Miika was... actually hurt. That bothered him, concerned him more than a little. In recent days... he would call Kingsley at the drop of a hat - but... he didn't want to get him involved in this, not when the stakes were thus far unknown and what was known had become... uninvitingly personal.
That they'd entrusted themselves to Andie was in itself a complexity. They couldn't go to friends - for various reasons, either not trusting anyone enough to call them such or not wanting to endanger and/or bother them as well - and so... a stranger had been the only option, strange to them as they were to each other, in some ways. ...Though, no, Andie was a little more of a conundrum than Miika - and likely would remain so.
The fox... he couldn't quite wrap his head around what it was that made him... familiar. That deja vu that had continually flickered on and off since awakening, in the entirety of the situation or in little quirks and tics of personage in all three of them thus far. Bits to recognize that he... regretably spent perhaps a little too much time pondering over, sacrificing experience for analyzation.
...Was there no way to win?
Allowing Miika to set the pace and distance, despite the... weakness, injury he could now undeniably sense in the other - how had it happened? For that matter... how long had they been asleep? Hopefully no more than a few hours, God forbid any of those precious days had passed. But in this place with its winding rows and must and - he had no idea where they were anymore - it felt as though time wasn't the only precious thing with potential to become lost.
Thus he felt no need to hide relief when they finally reached their destination, which was surprisingly... well-adorned - and, he hated to admit, also surprisingly clean. It was a little shaming to think he'd expected less of their host when the reality was more. And he expressed the sentiment, at least somewhat, "It's... more than we could've asked for," he said slowly, softly, holding the keys much as he had cradled his hand to his chest before, at the warnings of no contact.
Speaking of their host... No, he wouldn't step too far into that until they'd managed to figure out a little more of their own problems.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:18 pm
Miika growled very softly at Andie before he stepped into the room, looking around to examine it. It wasn't so bad, or at least not as bad as his thought... rather up scale considering the rest of it was one giant prison. Giving a nod of satisfaction, he walked back out to Andie and nodded his head, "The room is fine... Thank you for offering protection so willingly. We won't oustay our welcoming." Miika said softly before gently pushig Alex into the room, walking in and closing the door, locking it behind him.
Opening a door, in the room, he made a satisfied murmur as he discovered a bathroom. Walking into the rather large bathroom, he turned around and glanced back into the mirror before grabbing a needle and thread. Threading the needle, he began to stitch himself up, although rather sloppily. Making a small knot at the end after breaking the thread he grabbed a few bandages and carefully put them over the sloppily stitched wound. Now it was just as sloppily dressed as it was stitched.
Merging from the bathroom, he walked towards the bed before lying down on his stomach, making sure there would be enough room for Alex to sit or lay beside him - whichever the bird chose. Closing his eyes for a moment, getting caught up in his own thoughts, he opened his eyes and reached his hand out slightly - not wanting to admit, but needing the comfort of the familiar touch.
Admiting he needed comfort would be like asking him to give the vampires what they wanted, although he was sure his body language alone voiced very loudly how in need of the bird's familiar, almost tender comfort. So far, the stitches proved to be working on keeping the wound shut, for no blood had began to seep through the bandages yet. "Must have been careful with you and reckless with me... not that I'd want it to be the other way around. If it was you that had been hurt, he would be hurting ten-fold."
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:48 pm
That had been the way of things of late, it seemed - for Miika to be functional and capable and for him to sit and wait for something to start working again, once it had undoubtedly ceased to do so and subsequently caused an unavoidable kink in the progression of things that are and the way they ought to be. It didn't take much for him to allow Miika to take charge once more, to be the one to know what to do and where both of them were to be and... how things would begin to move again, once the kink had been passed by or set a'right. More likely the former, of late.
He spent his time examining the room as Miika disappeared to tie himself back together, going from corner to corner, to the barred window and the mirror, absent-mindedly running the tips of fingernails across it lightly, leaving no mark of passage or oil. Fingerprints. An old habit - no, not a habit. A fact. Wings flicked. And new non-habits, new facts. The bird frowned at his reflection for a long moment then - the borrowed clothes and unscathed though slightly mussed appearance, the... wings. Long feathers, cumbersome and sensitive, a double-edged sword with no point. Someone upstairs was fickle and Greek-like with a strong disposition towards dramatic irony.
Though he hoped nothing would get so dramatic quite yet, or ever. If things could be calm and easy and simple then it could be just... just him in a body with... things. Couldn't put his finger on it, what he... wanted. Again. Not sure, and waiting to find out rather than pursuing, because pursuing meant possibly finding... and he didn't want to know what it was until...
Silly, silly thoughts. He couldn't know what he was looking for until he'd found it. Like how things are always in the last place you look because you don't look anywhere else after finding them. Silly, silly.
He glanced up immediately when Miika returned, eyes following then body absently doing so as well, to perch lightly on the side of the bed, feet once more hanging over the edge in a manner... similar to how'd they been when they first decided to leave. When they'd left... It felt like more than... no, he still didn't know how long it'd been. The involuntary unconscious part helped with that confusion.
Half a sigh escaped him as Miika's words drifted through, past him, listening only likewise halfway to the other's words as his gaze trained on the ill-dressed injury and before he could second guess himself he'd left the side of the bed to fetch more bandages from the bathroom, returning only to silently at first press the cool back of a fine-boned hand against the shoulder blade on the injured side before fingers moved to the shoulder itself. "Have to do it well or might as well not do it at all," he scolded lightly, voice caught in cautious murmur. So what if the blood hadn't seeped through? There had to be plenty of bandages at their disposal in an establishment such as this (though their cleanliness would be debated and tested most thoroughly), and an ill-dressed wound wasn't nearly well protected as it needed to be.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 10:13 am
Tensing up a bit, the demon said nothing while his bird had gone and fetched more bandages, returning to dress the wound properly. Arms beneath the pillow, he closed his eyes and waited patiently for the other to finish what he was doing. Listening to Alex's words, his tattered wings twitched lightly as his only response.
Thoughts ran through his minds, only to be cut off in the middle by new thoughts. Words. Searching for words, something to say, or perhaps something to do? whichever it was, he wished he could just make his mind up. Allowing himself to act off of what some would call 'auto pilot,' he sat up and turned around as soon as the wound had been dressed by the bird.
"If I do it wrong it seems you'll just fix it," Miika said softly as he gave a little chuckle mixed with a smile as he looked at Alex. A moment of silence as he crossed his legs, leaning his chin into his palm as his elbow rested on his leg. Moving his face from his palm lightly, he reached out and gently brushed his fingers into Alex's soft hair. Watching the other for a moment, his fingers became lightly tangled into the silken strands before he looked into gray eyes.
"Hey... I said don't worry about me, didn't I?" Miika sad softly, almost tenderly. Feeling a little... too comfortable, he pulled his fingers very carefully from the other's hair before he put his lips into his palm this time, slightly embarassed at how.. uneasily? comfortable he had felt in something he meant to be harmless, other hand resting on the blankets between them as he stared down at the bed, falling silent.
Keeping to this new found silence, he wondered if he was overreacting it a bit? Maybe Alex hadn't noticed? maybe Alex hadn't even felt the same thing at all? - things he couldn't quite answer - more questions tracing through his mind as he tried to decide on how to play it off lightly if Alex really hadn't noticed or felt too comfortable as well. It was hard for Miika, wanting to be that comfortable, but trying to resist it at the same time... Trying to find meaning? behind all of the confusion, as he was sure Alex was trying to do as well.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:07 pm
What he wouldn't give for those deft, sure movements characteristic of professionals - or pre-professionals, in the case of Kingsley, who'd never made it to graduation. Through no fault of his own, granted. Vampiric abduction had thrown something of a monkey wrench into those plans. All the same, what training his friend had far surpassed the rudimentary skills he'd been forced to pick up along the way - though the meticulousness inherent in his nature granted a modicum of aptitude.
Placing the remaining bandages aside for the moment he frowned slightly as Miika sat up - something about... should they be applying pressure to it now? Or was that supposed to happen earlier on? Those thoughts choked and melted soon enough - little brushes, skin to skin and usually just hands, that he'd been letting go and allowing to be natural once more but the moment something was tangled or caught--
Breath released in a shudder when Miika's fingers dissolved from his hair. He had to cut it. Gotten too long. Over a decade of not having to bother then... the return of the natural and things as they should be allowed to grow - though not entirely. Kingsley had very nearly thrown a fit when he realized they hadn't been shaving. Because they hadn't grown stubble. And therefore there was something very strange inherent in being one of these anthropomorphic manifestations of... Nature, or summat. Had to talk to that pack leader, if and when he ever returned.
Mmph. More distractions. Only he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be concentrating on, anyway, so the whole thing was actually a mess of distractions with no real entity. ...Mmph again.
Ease back into the natural, then, and... settle back there. This really was how Oliver must think, so disjointedly. Only he had a feeling Oliver knew what he wanted more often than... this. Alex's fingers found their way over to Miika's with an easy brush and settle then, hovering over the hand on the bed for a moment before resting atop it. "It always seems that when someone asks me not to worry it means there's a reason I ought to be," he confessed in a tone caught somewhere between amused and quietly serious.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:59 pm
Miika continued to stare down towards the bed, lips to palm. Closing his eyes, he listened to the reaction the other had, rather than watching. Sometimes... it was a bit more painful to watch than to listen. Opening his eyes slowly, his eyes traced to their hands, staring curiously at them. His fingers twitched softly, but he forced the urge to hold Alex's hand back.
Thinking for a few moments, he looked away from their hands and closed his eyes once more, a frown hidden inside of his palm as he thought. Only the second night with Alex and he was already thinking of him in a possessive manner, Miika had caught onto that the first time the two words popped into his mind during a thought. Barely two nights and he wanted to touch the other, to be the cause of the bird's breath catching, or of the little gasps that sometimes happened during their contact.
Not being able to help wanting to hold him close as all the little things that so frequently happened passed through him - just to see what would happen next... to see if he would be denied or accepted after the little shocks and thoughts had passed through the bird's mind. Shaking his head softly, he shoved the thought back, although it replayed in his mind along with other... fantasies? well, it was certainly a fitting name for them.
Not sexual fantasies, but each different from each other, all resulting in either denial or acceptance. Again, fingers twitched beneath Alex's hand. Miika had hunched over as he thought without realizing. Lifting his head, he slowly opened his eyes, finding himself slumped closer to Alex than before. This time, his breath caught as he simply stared at Alex, unblinking, unmoving, choking on his thoughts. It was... awkward to be this close with the things that had just finished playing through his mind.
Taking hold of himself, he slowly blinked, his breath escaping shakily as he finally found words to cover up for his unusual reaction, "Show too much concern and I may not be able to restrain myself," Miika said, although it sounded deeper than he meant it to be... Though that was easily thrown off by the light chuckle he offered, though he was still have a trouble with keeping his nerves still.
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