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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 8, 2009 5:03:27 GMT -7
"I hold on so nervously..." A low voice chimed into song, the breathless tone echoing and slowly becoming recumbent into the hollow halls of the school. Slender fingers gently spiraled across the prickly wall, crossing in between the remaining gaps before pressing against the cold-hard stone and bouncing away back into the air, pausing to fidget with the crevasse of his sweats. "To me and my drink..." The hoarse steps stopped before encountering a wall that shaped into an inflated triangle and a cyberish blue tainted the glass that parted in two right down the middle. The warm, healthy coloured fingers lifted back up to hold grasp of a black handle and unhooked off a looped hole, the five digits flattening against the glass and so the other hand as both pushed to open the window, scanning the cool air and the silvery night. "I wish it was cooler than me." The creamy, tanned lips danced into a tantalizing smile as if the night favored his silent plead. Gliding his feet over the barely 3 foot wall, the body crouched against the lining and leaned the back against the window's opening, stretching his feet until it touched the other side of the opening, turning his head towards the wide, open space that the grounds of the castle offered. The silver light created the flare of crimson hair to glow more outward towards a more deeper whine-colored base. "Nope..." murmured the same lips, the crimson eyes disappearing for more than just a couple of seconds before opening brightly and lucid again, staring at the moon. "I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you." Sang again the same airy, hazy voice as if it were love-struck, having that same drunk and dragging sound spoken but with the musical tone still stuck in the mellow note. Of course, at the beginning, he'd never accept the fact. Everything was still new to him, like a novelty toy that had still yet to be named and discovered. At least right now he was getting used to the idea and considering it but not because of a confused and curious imagination, but because certain qualms had cause sudden change of hearts. His emotions were the certainly connecting along with the novelty of the situation. The only thing that was left was for "it" to be named but that wasn't about to happen anytime soon. A certain frown had pulled the red-haired boy's lips. The ideas were just ambiguously brainstormed without the consent. Paranoia settled inside his stomach as the slender hand patted the slim stomach, ebbing away the uncanny obstruction before collecting his feet to crouch back up again, jumping subtly back on his feet on the floor, bring the glass doors back and hooking back the handle into the hole. "If your body matches what your eyes could do..." the crimson eyes flickered from side to side to check around his surroundings before walking back around, treading around his previous footsteps. "You'd probably look right through," stopping in mid-song to give just a casual and charming chuckle, tilting his head aside to cause crimson bangs to ripple across his cheekbone and kept walking, sliding his right foot in front of the other, dragging the left one to match the right one and back to walking, "me on my way to you." Even though it was late at midnight and the boy knew he wouldn't seen the haunter of his walking nightmares until the morning, the wait was an adrenaline rush that caused his heart to beat faster, bringing the feeling that it would suddenly burst right out of his chest.
"I hold on for one more drink before I think..." the hand casually glided over his chest, barely even brushing the white tank.
"I'm looking too desperately.
So far has not been fun, I should just stay home..." the same slender fingers spiraled again across the wall, this time dragging dully with his nail, reminiscing in a thought that caused his eyes to lower.
"If one thing really means one." Before sliding towards the opposite side of the hall, the red-haired boy stopped against the wall, his crimson eyes halfway opened as if with a bored but still hazed expression, zoned out into his own thoughts but focused into the wall, holding himself against the granite.
"But I'm still imagining a darkened place... your place or my place?" The chuckle came naturally sheepish but with a withholding tone of simplistic charm that would make any girl melt although that was definitely the crowd our struck vampire wouldn't really want. And even if that were the crowd he'd attract, the eyes would still puzzle and refocus into one thing. It would be like complete tunnel vision. Although there was still some doubt and he still wasn't sure, the signals of fumes and certain jealousy kept a deep track in his heart and eyes. There was no doubt that the boy was in some uncertain denial still whenever Morgan was around and he still acted as if he'd just met a complete stranger but it was a constant oxymoron that started a motioning circle.
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Post by Dara on Mar 8, 2009 6:57:56 GMT -7
Morgan was about in the Midnight hour. It was probably when he was truest to himself.It would be then he do school assignment surpriosing many teachers with his quiet grade improvements. He'd been trying hard , just to impress one individual. That indiviual taking no notice or not seeming too. Hed still been class clown of course. That was something Morgan enjoyed too much to change.
Tonight the full moon beckoned. The stillness of the night just begged to be walked in. In a matter off minutes he was oiut the door and out into the city streets. He didnt expect many out and the air smelt sweet. He walked in no general direction letting the night take him where it will. He would pick up certain scents from the people around him as if he where hunting. He stopped as one in particular seem to hit him. It couldnt be could it?
The one boy that made his head dizzy his knees weakand allwas had his full attension whenever they were close to one another. Something he did his very best to keep hidden from those around him.
He heard the soft words "your place oir Mine" as he listened to his adoration sing. He choose from that point on to stalk his footsteps.In the hope the other vampire would sing more. He had nothing more beautiful than that singing and instantly craved more.He folowed the sound cursing under his breath as he realised that the boy was inside and he was out.
Cursing his luck he sat on a Nearby wall at least he could listen some without Luciens knowledge. He held his phone in his hand... a requirment his sister made him obey, He took it with him but as et it had never been used.
He wasnt quite sure what made him do it , Hell he didnt know if it was the right number or if hed been tricked and Luciens didnt even own a cell but still he typed in two words " Nice Voice" and hit send hoping it went to the right place.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 8, 2009 7:37:07 GMT -7
Letting the resonance of his chuckle flow into the halls, his feet picked up back into the space of the floor, sashaying his socked feet across the glossed concrete. Before picking up back into the chorus of the song he was singing, he let the last sentence of the song settle across his mind and whisper into the halls, perhaps daydreaming about the situation that would bring forth before taking back the vocals. His imagination tonight was abroad, it seemed, but at this time at night, silly things were always bound to happen. Luckily, this particular corridor had been chosen for a reason since rarely no one really shifted through it. At least, not that Lucian would know of. Gasping in a collection of air to reserve in his lungs to keep the same airy tone that was exchanged between actually singing or speaking the musical notes still in a sing-song like voice, the boy tripped on his sole but held himself thanks to the wall behind him. Clenching his arm to his chest, puckering the fabric of his white tank top as if trying to stop his chest from heaving, the red-haired boy had finally realized what was the cause of his abnormal trip. Having heightened senses wasn't always the greatest of things. Scanning around as if to make sure there was no one around to see the little embarrassing momentum Lucian had, his arm slowly slid from his chest down to the left pocket of his sweat pants, reaching down the polyester fabric to feel the rumbling sensation against his skin. His phone had been vibrating. "What the..." the words were left to be in a questioning whisper as the ID caller just provided a strange set of numbers instead of a name: the text message received on his phone was clearly from someone not in his contacts. Curiosity still killed the cat... or a form of it. Tanned fingers made their trembling way towards the read button, pressing down firmly on it to check out the text content inside. "Nice voice." Read Lucian aloud, spiraling his head around the halls to check if he had any stalkers. Evidently, around his peripheral, he didn't but he still had a stalker around. The naive boy shivered in his stance, still flicking his eyes around in paranoia while typing down the words, "Who are you?" in his phone and sending it to the mysterious recipient. For the moment, the boy had been completely oblivious of who it had been and Morgan was the last person to entirely cross his mind.
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Post by Dara on Mar 8, 2009 7:54:17 GMT -7
Morgan had been holding the phone finding himself nervous to the out come. This Nervousness beinging a new emotion for him to deal with. It being different to waiting out his parents when something had gone wrong. He watched the screen as the singing seem to stop. "It worked then" He whispered to the soft night air.
It was with surprise as the phone beeped at him to tell him it had a message. He cursed softly vowing to speak with Lenix at a later date to put it on silent. He looked around hoping no one heard as he read the message he'd had in reply "Just Me" He typed in the imp in him making nothing easy for either of them. Besides it was at least the start of a converrsation and he didnt want to scare him off just yet.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 8, 2009 8:11:32 GMT -7
Sweeping the crimson eyes again across the hollow hallway, Lucian held the mobile tightly in his hand while he kept on his endless and pointless search of finding someone or at least somewhere he'd spy this said stalker. A million of images of who could this person text messaging him possibly be ran through his head like a never ending electricity course. Before he could dismiss the feeling of eyes on him, his feet climbed to his tiptoes, sliding off across the floor to bounce himself off the wall, dipping into the air, taking a few steps to find himself in front of the opposite wall, his hands fondling around while the side of his profile squeezed against the cold stone, his ears perked. Lucian had sworn he'd heard a beep come from within the granite or on other side of the granite that oddly coincide with the sending time of his own text message. Swerving against the wall, making his destination towards the window, the boy stopped in his tracks, startled once again from the vibrating phone that was stuffed in his fingers. "BLOODY..." chanted tanned lips disgruntled, impatiently tapping the button to quickly scan the text messaged received from the same mysterious number. This time it read, "Just me." Lucian, perplexed, furrowed his eyebrows with an incredulous look plastered over his facial expressions. "Smart ass..." grunted the boy breathless before tapping furiously the words, "That much is clear. Do you have a name, perhaps?" And pressed the button 'send' mindlessly before cradling his feet across the intervals of his side and the wall, allowing his back to fall into the straight stone before letting his body carry him down to the floor, arching his feet to himself in case he needed to get up.
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Post by Dara on Mar 8, 2009 9:15:42 GMT -7
This time when it came Morgan was ready for it,pressing the button quickly to release the text and mute the sound of the text. He read the words that demanded he give his name. Some of the words from last term's play littered itself in his mind from where he'd been Romeo to his beloved juliet 'What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet'
He grinned softly . It would be a clue to whom he was without actually giving himself away .
Quickly he typed it in as his response and waited quietly to see if Lucien would understand his word play ... after all he was supposed to be one of the smartest at school.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 8, 2009 15:32:58 GMT -7
While the red-headed vampire boy actually awaited for his next text message to arrive, he allowed his arms to weakly slide of the little of his lap unto the floor on either side of his body, his head also rotating with the same motion around the wall until his forehead stopped his face from meeting the wall formally. Deciding to reminisce in just the hour he'd barely been there, the moved his eyes along as if reading the flashback he was resting on, carefully squinting when he first received his text message and the second one. There was something oddly familiar about the way they sounded and perhaps the words he decided to attach along to this "mysterious" friend. Maybe he could find some alternate clue with the hinting of his words and those or just keep waiting for the message to arrive directly. Hoping for the latter, a gentle gasp had escaped the boy's now curling lips. The image was directly in his vision, the empathic skill kicking in. Lucian could identify that particular presence anywhere. And once again, his heart felt like it would burst through his chest or puke through his mouth accompanied with some tasty crimson he'd stolen earlier. "No, no... that can't be right... could it?" The tone, from hard and bitter had slowly made its way to confused and hopeful. The smart but gullible boy had been hoping it was him and at the same time that it wasn't for personal purposes that didn't include humiliation. Coming from such a family, he inherited a certain thing in which where even before being ashamed of being humiliated by his enemy or friend, he'd be proud to take the place. The body sitting on the floor had gently flickered, the hair over the skin had slowly prickled with the shivers that chilled down his spine and raised the hair on the back of his hair. The text message had finally arrived. Lucian, savouring the moment, had slowly reached for the button before holding it down without releasing it, closing his eyes before letting go. A slant of crimson could only be seen by his right eye as it scanned through the screen, reading quietly in his mind the words, "What's in a name? That which we call rose by any other name would smell as sweet." His heart skipped a beat. Two. Three. Quickly looking at his frump figure to scan over his chest to see if perhaps his heart was beating so fast it'd be visible through his skin, Lucian's eyes zoned out again into the wall, imagining Morgan's figure stalking him well in the shadows. He'd decided by now that it indeed had been him. Who else would quote Romeo so perfectly? It was no mystery since it was an unfortunate--and now a little fortunate--coincidence that they had taken drama together and that was just the play they were going to perform. Pressing down to type his own message, the words, "Where are you?" were typed mindlessly and rapidly before the boy had take aback with a ghastly expression over his face that immediately contorted into an innocent little smirk. Perhaps everything could work at his advantage. Tapping his thumb on the clear button, he retyped, "Romeo, Romeo... where art thou Romeo?" before chuckling at his own slyness. The sheer thought of exchanging words wasn't as difficult as actually speaking the words in the presence of the other. Before picking up his hand, the same thumb hit sent before stuffing the phone in his lap, leaning his head backwards instead and sighing heavily, but a sigh someone with a stolen heart would heave.
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Post by Dara on Mar 8, 2009 22:02:55 GMT -7
This time when the text beeped its arrival Morgan's hands found they were shaking softly. Wh was he so nervous about talking to this boy. Aside from Drama they had said little in the halls or the other classes.
There where parts of this play he had memorized and begged someone anone at home to practise with but now as he read the words 'Romeo Romeo where for art thou Romeo' Lucien had sent in his reply his mind was blank for a few tortous moments
'Shall I hear more or shall i speak of this' his resopnse found there wa to his dry lips as he licked them tring to bring moisture and calmness back to his being.It was ironic that the play he had no plans on being in, in the beginning would be a means on which to communicate towards his own Juilet.
His fingers began typing once more "It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears! " Nrvousl he pressed send knowing that phrase came later in the play but hoped it would fit in this game of words that held his heart in its gamble. It was a game to he couldnt lose.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 10, 2009 16:30:55 GMT -7
As then the next text message had made its arrival on Lucian's phone, the boy had braced his body this time to get used to the vibrating alert. Eying it momentarily before trying to cease down his hyperventilation by pacing himself in breathing in and breathing out, his arm reached carefully, anticipating the moment. A million thoughts raced through his head of what the text message would actually say this time. Would Morgan keep quoting Shakespeare or would he actually say his location? The moment had sent another adrenaline rush through his veins, pumping his blood faster, causing his heart to beat at the peak of his throat, feeling every beat heaving over his chest. This was so silly, Lucian had thought. Even though he had been slowly accepting the fact that there was something more than just a look of glee in his eyes for the gay boy, the denial was impossible to dissipate so quickly. At least he had given himself a chance to try the curiosity game. It seemed that every time he had try to forget or let go, it was impossible to do so and all his mind could think of was Morgan. His face, his features and how quiet he had been lately, but how he still stalked him like he always did in shadowy silence. Checking his phone to press the read button once again, the boy closed his eyes once again before checking the containing message as it read, "It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night like softest music to attending ears!" Lucian had seemed to freeze in place. Although he didn't know very much about the play Romeo and Juliet, he could interpret like no other. Now he had to go back in thought. What would he say? There was no other witticism he could come up with to reciprocate their innocent, flirty game. Pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing deeply, the red-headed boy gave up in trying and finally had finished beating around the bushes by punching in the words, "Where are you?" with his thumb, pressing send automatically. Even so, it was getting later than usual and there was no school the next day. These were the days that Lucian took opportunity in staying up later, doing some research of his family on the school's library.
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Post by Dara on Mar 10, 2009 23:33:06 GMT -7
Morgan sighed even as he had risked the last message he knew the game was at a end. Shakespeare would no longer be away of communication between him and his Juliet. Listenng to the beep of his text he waited for a few minutes before reading it ' Were am i? he questioned silentaiy on reading those three words. Did Lucien really not know where he was? When all but two walls seperated the couple, or at least that was Morgan's estamitaion anyway.
Getting back up on the wall so he stood there as he typed in his reply ~Outside your window like a good Romeo should be so look outside~ He stared at the screen wondering if it would annoy or amuse its intended recipent.
Using anothers words the text had flowed easily but his own and he began to worry it wasnt nough or not quite right. Never the less he pressed send and waited nervously for Lucien's reply wanting it the moment the text had left his own phone like a greedy child but at the same time he was already figuring out an excuse to escape if things became awkward from this point out. Looking at the time on his cell he realised it was late and if he was much later out he'd have to get Lenix to cover for him when his absencce from home was discovered something that would aid his escape if he needed it by making up the excuse that he hoped he'd never use.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 18, 2009 23:57:27 GMT -7
[ this school is like a boarding school. Kids only go back home for certain holidays, Christmas break, Spring Break and during the Summer. ]
Squeezing his digits around the said phone in his hardened grip, Lucian had one last time glanced at it before deciding to turn it away. Just before he did, the text had come to the rescue, the lowered and gloomy expressions returning to its vivid and same hopeful state it had several of times before when the boy had discovered who his anonymous really was. Giving a quick skim over the text, an index finger gave swiped over the screen slowly as the oddly deep but hypnotizing voice repeated, "Like a good Romeo should," out loud. Pulling his brows together in morbid curiosity, the feet curled back into the wall lifting up the upper body by sliding the already molded back up the wall. "Out the window, huh..." turning his jaw away from his upper jaw, the red-headed boy slowly approached the window, unhooking once again the black hook from it's hole, pressing his slender fingers against the glass, slowly pushing the glass away, anticipating the wait to see if his Romeo really was outside the window as the text had mentioned, the left hand perching on the sill of the window, pushing his upper body out to scan around red drippings, checking just right in between two before spying what he was finally looking for. There, standing against the wall was the Romeo he was talking to on the phone--and somehow mysteriously had acquired his number--with a nervous and exasperated expression. An interesting but clearly fake sound chimed from the vocal chords, rumbling deep within his throat just to get the boy's attention like a girl trying to get her boyfriend's attention in a teasing way, twirling her hair afterwords.
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Post by Dara on Mar 19, 2009 12:26:57 GMT -7
(my bad ....thanks for correcting me)
Unable to stand still while he waited for Luciens response. He walked up and down his little wall like a acrobat as he waited for his cell to inform him his Juliett had contuined the conversation and not to have flittered away like in the Past. His wings flittering beind him potraying his nervousness. He had never felt this nervous before not on any of his midnight expeditions back home or even on trips to the principal's office, or worse when he'd faced down his father's temper.
Just as he'd jumped down read to go home to his dorm, figuring his beloved had already flown away he heard the soft cough causing him to look up once more.
~But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ~ He murmers softly watching Lucien knowing this time shakespeares words are no good after all compering one to the sun in the sweet nights glow was just stupid he would once more have to find his own words once more using his cell as means of communication. - Sweet Juliet will you join me down here, Or shall I come up to thee ~ He hoped it sounded ok as he pressed send and once more began the wait for a reply from his crimison angel not yet daring to speak to him for fear of scaring him away.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 20, 2009 22:42:14 GMT -7
[oh, it's okay :] you didn't know ^_^ I have to post a more elaborate description for the school world anyway >_> lol]
Crimson eyes had bounced around intently, following the nerve racking shift of the vampiric boy's feathery, black wings like some cat, amused by just some movement. The attention was momentarily brought back to the boy's face until the vibrating sensation in his hand caught him off guard once again of the many times before. Quickly scanning over his mobile to read briefly whatever message was this time, a sheepish but naive smile had slowly played over the pressed lips, containing some certain hidden warmth over the surface of that innocently light smile. The naive interpretation was only because Lucian had never dared to break the rules unlike Morgan had many times before. Lucian was just never the boy to do so, he was always and will always remain the goody two-shoes. It was his job to be so. Something about tonight had given a different spark inside his stomach. Before he knew it, both of his knees were on the sill lining of the window, his foot unfolding from beneath his body structure to unfurl outward until his arms cradled behind him, the fingertips pressed tightly against the sill. His palms gave a little bounce to the contours of the wall before his fingers released the borders, his feet already prepared for impact as he landed with a gentle little flop on the floor, quickly recovering before casually leaning against the wall to his side. Even though the red-haired boy was the Juliet in the situation basically, the change had felt well. Perhaps the cold sensation of wind bristling around his crimson hair had whirled to his head, airing around too much to kill too many braincells but he had accomplished making a bold move even though his body shook, uncertain of what exactly the impulse he was acting on would do next.
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Post by Dara on Mar 22, 2009 14:26:17 GMT -7
Morgan watched with a warm smile as his angel alighted from the safety of the window to the floor below where he was bid to come."pinch me" Morgan thought quietly debating whether he was in a dream or bewitched either wayhe didn't want it to end. It had to be one or the other Lucien would never jump from a window just because Morgan requested it.
"Nice landing " He smiled softly unsure what move to make next. The boy who had countless plans and excuses at any one time, and always had a scheme up his sleeve had nothing. The boy who's school grades had improved in the last couple weeks had nothing and no one and nothing to guide him.
He knew he shouldn't touch the Crimision angel, but Morgan was going to contuine with his theme. "Thank you" He wasn't sure why he was thanking him, possibly for coming down when he Morgan requested it or for being allowed to do what he did next. He took Luciens cool hand raising it to his lips he kissed it . A soft lover's kiss, its style from the past. Now Morgan just had to hope the simple act wouldnt ruin the spell and leaving him watching Lucien's retreat.
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Post by Asphyxia on Apr 9, 2009 5:04:37 GMT -7
Just about when Morgan had taken the boy's hands into his own was the a knit in between his eyes had created a line in between his furrowed eyebrows. Wrong timing. It was due to a late reaction that it had come just right when the little blood-rushing, heat-rising act had been done. A color that mirrored the tone of his hair invaded the more lifted planes of his cheekbones, slowly spreading across around the contours and the insides until his face had become feverish and his cheeks gave away whatever subtlety he had composed along the way of his actions. The crimson eyes followed along the phantom of the act, still watching as if it were still happening, but it was still due to his so belayed reaction towards it. In his mind, an acidic war was slowly forming, struck between overwhelming thoughts of his feet shuffling around quickly to run away from the situation like he had not too long ago from whatever happened to him. But his heart had him glued to his position, the expression over his face flushing just around the right areas, dodging still the coloring tinted in the exact place Lucian didn't wanted to be given away out by. His left feet moved just slightly, his knee angling forward and his left hip retracted to his left side, shifting weights, a little unsure of what exactly he was doing or how his body would instinctively react if he let it control him any further than it had. "What are you thanking me for...?" In the little voice he spoke, the oblivious but firm tone came clear, softened by the placating thought recorded in his mind, played in his eyes like a broken record. It seemed that the crimson boy couldn't help but to think about what Morgan had done.
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