For What It's Worth [haha]

[Little Lion]

The darkness of the amphitheater was pierced by small dots, reaching outwards for the stage and coming short, suffocated by the warmth rising from thousands of bodies, lost in the sounds pouring off lips of thousands of teens and adults. The flashbulbs burst left and right, insistent that the darkness of the stage before them was a ruse, that the gentle twang of the guitar had meant something for them other then last minute checks. They held their breaths in the dragging seconds, pulsating as one and inching closer. There had to be something there, the suited man told them there would be. Life was in the darkness far superior to their own. Then it came to them, louder this time, the melodic twang of a guitar. As one, the roars came, the excited rush brought the temperatures soaring but even the warmth couldn't stifle their sound. The only thing able to over power them was a force they'd exalted, a force they'd paid to see, a Delta force.

The twang came again more distinct - a guitar strum picking up it's beat.
"There's something happening here..."
Their saint's voice came out smooth and nonchalant, ready to unfold his story. As he spoke, the darkness was blasted away. Lights filled the room, searching for his figure, his face. Colors filled the stage and raced from one band member to the next, desperately searching until it found him. The tallest figure on the stage. His figure was hugged and heating under a maroon dress shirt half unbuttoned to reveal a blue t-shirt brandishing the Superman symbol across the chest - his adoring fans thought no less of him. Behind his guitar was hidden the white stud belt saving the worn black jeans from a sudden sink in the star's soon to be thrashing movements. For once, his feet weren't adorned with converses but instead the ever popular black Adidas.

The spotlight that had found him simply made him glow. The blonde color of his hair turned platinum under the dazzling lights except for the edges of black colored hair near his face. The darker addition turned his glowing complexion a beaming shade paler.
"What it is ain't exactly clear."
His eyes lifted from the microphone to the audience, taking in the powerful, screaming mass. Their hands were up, clawing the air for his attention. He smiled.
"There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware." He drew in a breath, the parting of his lips forming a smile.
"I think it's time we stop, listen what's that sound, everybody look what's going down."
With an unintentional, flirtatious drop of his eyes, the singer turned his attention to the guitar, strumming out it's next few softer chords. The star shivered as he breathed in the air. The excitement was catching in his system, tightening his stomach and coloring his face pink. It was these moments, his first and last on stage, that gave him an insatiable feeling and brought the phrase to his mind, "better then sex".

[not that he would know]

[Asphyxia]

[yes he does xD]

Always among the concert crowds of raging, teenage hormones exalted one figure that could always be found no matter however deep within the people. The same person that had never missed one of the concerts before, always there to watch the angelic singer weave his performance to greatness and beyond. The person never regretted attending the concert from a fan point of view; pleasure came in so many ways and in the one way it had come perpetually was in the form of music beautifully sung by the only tones that could sway her in more ways than one. Strangely enough, through the sound of his voice, it seemed that there was some powerful gift that not only had the power to spark some following sway into her but it also has the power to hypnotize humans in such a way that fans seemed to succumb into his every whim without noticing it.

Icy blues slowly gave a quick skim around the slaves praising their master, the deep glow settling across pink flesh, watching as the adrenaline pumped the moist, warm blood faster through their veins. The drumming sound of their hearts pounded blatantly into the girl's ears, a flash of deep pink crossing upon tainted lips in faint hunger. Porcelain, elongated, slender fingers curled into their corresponding palms, withdrawing to curvy thighs that were neatly decorated by clingy, tight-skinny, black jeans upheld by a silver-stud belt. Poking out from the ends of the jeans that eloped around to barely the ankles, were some cleared stilettos, making her slightly taller than she usually was. She was never looking to level up to her boyfriend, that was just physically impossible, but it gave her a more mature air of her apparel. A corset shaped her sand-minuter form, her porcelain coloured skin exposed in essential areas the corset never came to cover. Her crimson hair, from its untamed and wild streak, hung loosely and neatly collected down her shoulders, swirling into perfect waves at the ends where it touched to her chest and perhaps part of her waist.
Her body began to retract a little from the back of the crowd, the scent invading her nostrils like delicious food. Gulping and taking a strong breath, keeping inside of her, the goddess perfectly glided through the crowd, shaping her figure through ever crack and break in between dancing maniacs or crazed inebriates that stuck to however they had assisted with until she reached the front of the crowd, the voice of her saint striking her cold--colder, paralyzed--for just a second before her eyes fell upon his tall form, squinting their way to his eyes focused on the microphone. Today was the day that she could experience full, frontal, pleasuring experience from his voice. Sometimes even Lilly got convinced that the high he seemed to get out of pleasing such a massive horde was like sex or even better to him. She couldn't completely know, however. From their 2 year relationship, only 2 things had happened and neither of them were near sex as it could have been. Luckily, it hadn't. A part of Lilly, the remaining human part of her, craved some of the experiences teenagers commonly shared physically. The intellect part of her wished it wouldn't as to not ruin something they had so beautifully constructed for years.

Some odd expression crossed her eyebrows and her eyes. The breath-taking woman had focused on how his cheeks took a blushed touch, her ears picking up on how his body began to break in little shivering spasms, breathing slightly unusually. Perhaps he was having some lingering stage fright or some nervous outbreak. "Caleb..." she breathed in her only airy tone, whispered barely that humans ears couldn't catch, but inhumane ears like his were could pick the small little tone and pluck out the vowel movements easily.

[sorry for the crappeh reply. :3 it was all in my head and it's currently 5 AM.]

[Little Lion]

The rumbles of the bass did nothing to cover the screams, occasionally it cut them out but they forced their way back through to the singers ears. He was beginning to tune some of them out, a normal routine, a helpless act. Like a pure -bred dog, he was wound but a firm enough command put his mind in gear for the appointed task. As the voices blended to one, the needy bursts of emotions causing one limb to shake while the other stilled, the excitement racking his figure, began to slow. The practice of fading the noises let his excited frame adjust, conserving itself for the endless hours of energy about to be demanded from him. The saint's lips parted to draw in a deep breath. He was ready for this. An untimely chill started in his mind, tingling down his spine in an unearthly sensation. Caleb. It was nothing more then a breath, a suggestion in his mind but it obliterated every barrier he put up against the urgent screams of wanna-be-lovers. Instinctively, his eyes skipped to the sides of the stage. Nothing. With a blink, they turned to the crowd and searched for a spot of crimson. The voices came crashing back into his concentration like a tidal wave washing over everything. With it came a hard strum from his own fingers, he knew that riff. The star's face shifted to the side. God, what verse was I on? His eyes fell on Tyler, by the pissed tilted look on his face, it must have been verse one. (but because that doesn't fit the irony, I will use this verse instead!)
Caleb looked down a bit pale, he knew he'd get an earful later from everyone but the fans, what did they know? Then another color struck his complexion, the soft pink of a blush. "Paranoia strikes deep..." His voice came back over the microphone, a bit off. Crap He took a step back, a small cough muffled to everyone but the carefully observing women, pressed breathless against the stage. He stepped back to the microphone.
"Into your life it will cre-" Two steps back. His voice had cracked. A harder cough accompanied him back to the microphone.
"It starts when..." His own harsh tone stopped him now and he turned around, fingers mindlessly finding the chord while he put on a show of coughs. This wasn't his fault. His voice would, could never do that.
"You -" The word didn't even come. The color drained from the stars face, blocked by the tight knot in his stomach. Water It was a simple thought and his body reacted instantly. The long legs had him to a bottle by the drummer's stand in an instant. He adverted his eyes from audience and band members, feverishly taking in large gulps. What's going down?

"You got him excited." Tyler's voice broke the repeating riffs the band was playing. It was an action they had decided to do should Caleb ever stop singing for whatever reason so he would be able to pick up where he left off once he pulled his act together. "He just can't handle you guys. Great crowd." Tyler's half-hearted, cheesy remark was eaten up by the audience but, he barely had it out by the time he glanced back to the lead singer. He could see Caleb's lips part in some words to himself. The saint's calloused fingers closed tighter on the bottle. His left hand dropped the bottle cap and moved to his throat pausing for a second while he tried to speak something else. In a split second, his hand bolted from his neck to his lips, stifling a cough which held out to rattle his tall frame. Tyler's eyes flew back to the crowd. Something was wrong. Their saint was falling from his pedistool.

[Asphyxia]

The smooth expressions of porcelain soon enough began to slowly form into puckering creases, knitting between a smooth marble surface in between the eyebrows where it was more prodigious than it could ever be. The sea of crimson gave a shake, the swept wall slipping over the icy blues, partially hiding the puckered contours. A small twitch of the ear gave the signal that the goddess had perfectly picked up the first and inaudible coughing sound as if to clear his throat to continue singing the tall form of the rock star gave, but she could hear, from the odd clash his vocal chords had given, that it wasn't coming back anytime soon. In a blink of an eye, the prodigious crimson disappeared from the massive horde of agitated, teenage hormones as if she was never there, leaving no trace to follow along. 2 seconds, the clock chimed and her footsteps agilely glided over the door of the backstage and into the opening of the real stage to find her adoration checking his voice's tune. It had cracked in strange and terribly places Lilly could never imagine happening. It was something that didn't correlate with the rest of her clockwork thoughts. Her hand immediately perched over his shoulder in a feather touch, her slender figure hid behind his overshadowing, tall frame. "Caleb." The voice was secure, the word was closer in reality instead of fallen back like a mind gamed reply, in the only tones of a sing song, lulled tune, spiced with the undertones of an extremely worried girlfriend. "Are you okay?" The whispered words were quick but yet in soothing notes as to not alarm the nerved singer. Her icy blues dropped off from where his hand had perched several of times in search of the beautiful singing voice he had and came back to the moisturized lips until it landed over his preoccupied eyes. Her own expression was more tender like but sad, like a pleading small pup with big eyes and body language of a worried hen. "Sweetheart." She stopped at the third spoken sentence to not alarm him, but being a worried girlfriend, she couldn't help it. It was a natural streak in her, the several that remained and made her similar to almost a mortal.

[Little Lion]

As if he had been programmed for only one task and to complete it no matter the circumstance or his own condition, the star's eyes were fixed the stage only a few strides away. He had ushered himself off, just behind the lip of a curtain, to search for more water. He was clutching a half empty bottle in the iron grip of a man on death row. The facts were sinking into him, a biting force like winter's heaviest rain in it's strongest gale. His blood pricked his skin from the inside out before flowing elsewhere to leave it's sting again. The chill worked inside out to make his hot body sweat a cold moisture. His eyes began to race around the expanse of stage before him to bring the reality to his mind for it to warp into tantilizing fears. The star's figure gave a small rock, a signal that he was panicing. A light pressure on his back caused him to jump, his attention crashing back in brute force leaving him stiffened. The soothing tones of his girlfriend lulled him into turning around, his grip increasing on the water bottle with a plastic crunch. His lips were pressed tight in refusal to answer her mainly because he didn't want to know if he could or not. Her features were working at him, the caring look sneaking up in her features had it's way of melting even his iciest exterior. The saint's stiffened body began slumping. Sweetheart. His shoulders sagged. No matter how hard he tried or what he convinced himself of, he could never make it past her second plea. The saint's lips parted to let in a breath but the movement that followed released not a sound. His teeth came down on his tounge. Oh crap Immediately, his body gave up it's inner fears to her. His figure tensed again and his eyes went wide. Almost as if he had something to tell her, the wide eyed male reached forward and closed his left hand over her sledner shoulders. -I can't...- The lips moved again and he shut his eyes. That was dumb. The back of his right hand came to his face and the water bottle sheltered what of his blanching face his right hand couldn't hide.

On stage, Tyler was running out of fancy riffs to keep the crowd entertained and could see a quickly diminishing interest. Skilled at lying, he tried to pull something else out of his hat, announcing a guitar failure. Technology at it's finest, you know?

[Asphyxia]

Icy blue's followed around the heaving curves of her boyfriend as his emotional breakdown slowly overpowered him. The alarm outcome of his figure from her touch was something that was already expected from his part, causing her had to lightly stray away, lingering about as if the person had some balance problem she wanted to handle carefully. When the tall frame spun around, her form snapped quickly to his eyes and gradually took a scan down his body, watching little things like the relaxation that quickly came to his body from the tones of her lullaby voice. One flutter of her eyelashes signaled how his mentally alarmed state came back to cross the contours of his body. Another flutter and his body had appeared in front of her, his arm perched over her shoulder, causing her to stiffen as well in her position just for her boyfriend's sake. Icy blues widened along with the pale blue's mirroring her look, slightly alarmed, but quickly let the calming sensations of his touch calm her. This would be the only thing she got from him and she needed to help him fast. "Angel," her voice came in the same soothing tones as before, the only tones of with calming, lulling effects just to shave off part of the tension coagulating once again. "I think..." Lilly had never found herself in the position of telling her adoration such a punishment. She knew he'd suffer, his singing voice was like a drug to him and had to at least be taken now for a while. "You should let your voice rest. Just to heal, unless..." her eyes trailed down his shoulder to where his hand had stopped where hers would, shifting over to his chest in thought. "U-Unless," her soothing tone had started to stutter in small fret. The goddess' power was never discussed in the relationship, only that she was a vampire with a demonic counterpart. "You'd want me to heal your voice temporarily for... for the finishing of the show." The stunning woman offered as a last choice, her body stiffly trembling in her adoration's arms.

[Little Lion]

Caleb's chest was swelling with the air of protest that would go unvoiced not only because he couldn't vocalize it but because her actions were swift enough to abate his anguish. The beginnings of a fidget were starting in a shuffle of his feet and the twitching movements of his hands, the signs of his distress coming in short, strong bursts. The thoughtful patter of her hand over his chest stilled him - a fainting goat kicked over. The touch kept him in place for her instructions like a dog being given hand signals to sit. His eyes were wide with anticipation of her solution, eager for any instruction at all. At the first signs of her unease, his fingers instinctively closed over her wrist in a tender hold, ebbing her to continue with whatever thought her pretty red head could conjure. He was sure anything that fell from her mouth was heaven sent and, despite her strange reluctance couldn't be so wrong. His reaction to her proffer was slow. The undisclosed, unused talent worked in his mind as a possible solution, he'd seen it work once or twice out of other hands on worse situations. Although, the receptive brightness of his face shifted in the tilt of his head to something thoughtful, questioning but not so far as repulsed. The blue eyes conducted a full scan of her face trying to find the source of her unease to such a beautiful offer, a life saving offer. A rising crack broke from his lips sounding like something between a wheezy seal and a murdered grizzly. A wistful smile stole over his lips and his head turned away from Lilly in silent, sheepish frustration. With a little shake of his head to dismiss the distraction of his rice crispy voice, he returned his attention to his angel. Having little way of communication he did what he could. The larger hands of the giant cupped around opposite sides of his adoration's head, landing gently over the soft flow of crimson. His legs had been sliding out from other him, one left and the other right. It was a childish looking maneuver he used to lower himself to her line of sight and perhaps used to gain some points of silly affection. Once he had sunk to her height he broke out a charming smile and lifted his eyebrows to question her. The look, childish and puppy begged as it had become, was crystal clear. "Please?" His hands moved from her head and laced through Lilly's arctic touch. Elated by the promise of returning to his second love, his excitement had blinded him to her stiffer countenance - a sensation he was acutely trained to recognize. Gone was the wary voice in his mind of her powers replaced by the unchecked need for his returned spotlight.

[Asphyxia]

[rice crispy xD <3]

A quick but desperate search around Caleb's figure and facial expression was given again by bright, icy blues, searching for a moment of comfort. Lilly, from previous experiences, knew that certain things were to be carefully said around her precious saint; hence the reason for her fret and nervousness around her offering, but at the same time, something inside her knew that he wouldn't entirely mind. Singing was his love and life, proved by the way his sudden reaction toward the lost of his voice had been. A touch. The gentle grasp over her wrist had startled the goddess momentarily, the stifled place still remaining over her body but quickly dissipated in a matter of seconds. The warmth emanating from the blood flow from his soft, transparent membrane coaxed her into basically melting into his soothing charm for her. How the silly little things worked between each other, as if they were meant. The soothing of one caused the other to relax as well. The icy blues disappeared behind a layer of thick, combed black, one eye squinting open to scan once more the reaction of her words, trying to find the disappointment and little relief she thought she'd find in her tall beauty. The way his head tilted in thought earned him several of points, granting her the chiller warmth overwhelming her stomach. Her head bowed momentarily just to get held by the hands of her beloved giant, the icy blues straying from the floor to stare up at her adoration: the causer of her most profound of smiles. The small little plead he managed to speak brought that certain spark back to her icy blues, a mirroring smile curving her stained lips as he leveled to her height. Porcelain hands, from a slim and broad chest, placed over the hands that caressed the angelic girl's sense. "Thank you." The thank you maybe was for him slightly understanding the things that tagged along with being different from a human. Sometimes Lilly even forgot that Caleb wasn't entirely human, but since that also had been a completely touchy subject, the topic was never discussed either. "For you..." the words tumbled melodically spoken, sounding similar to little silver bells ringing, as her slender hands lightly trailed in a tickling sensation over his arms toward his shoulders until they reached his neck, cupping around his throat, barely in a touch. The red headed angel's eyes closed once again as from the two little silver rings over her necklace emanated a white twinkle that quickly disappeared. From her fingertips sprung silver sparks that danced across Caleb's neck, performing a relieving sensation inside his throat, a cooling touch added to the heal so the rumbling of his throat wouldn't furthermore hurt the already wounded area. "There you go, sweetie." Spoke the soft and yet again nervous tones of a worried girlfriend.

[Little Lion]

The saint's breath came in a shiver as her hands moved like a wind's whispering breath over his skin. The trail behind them rose in small bumps, desperately trying to retain what warmth hadn't been stolen. For you The words left his stomach in a tight tizzy. It had been her idea but the concent still startled him. He was about to be zapped by perhaps the first time she'd used any real term of magic on him though, he could swear, her beauty and his attraction to her had been a spell of it's own. The saint's eyes were drawn hypnotocially to the small but bright shine of the rings. No sooner had his attention been distracted then the tease dissapeared. The bewildered eyes had no time to flee else where before a strange sensation startled them wide. The stinging ache in his throat began to cease while the crowded feeling of the swelled injury lifted. The metallic taste of his own shredded vocals lessened on his tounge, returning a more diserable feeling to his sickened stomach. "Did it..." The young man's face lit up like a child's face in the light of a christmas tree, "I can!" The grin on his face spread and he couldn't contain a small laugh. Like a teenage girl unable to contain his joy, his arms had found their place around Lilly's figure, pulling her into a warm, quick hug. Being carried away in his gratitude to her, he swept her smaller figure off the ground, giving her a small spin. He placed her down but his arms only loosened enough for him to look down at her dazzling face. "Thank you, honey. Oh wow, okay. I owe you so much." The beaming star leaned down to kiss her head. "I can't even tell you."

[mmm... I'm not liking that reply. I'm almost bored but I think it's because I know he has to go back out on stage and THEN come back. But I believe we will have fun when he looses his voice again ^^ IMMAMAKEHIMCRY!! *menacing laugh*]