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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 1:48 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. || xD I wonder if I use cliches on accident? I probably do, because I don't think I'm very original. ... W/e. xP
It is, it is. With King Crotchy right there in your face, it is.
Whenever I get pissed I'm like that. Which... I actually get pissed really easily, so it's very frequent.... God. Maybe I'm not as cuddly as I thought. xD I fight people when I'm mad.
It is. D8 America is... well, America is just here. Nothing special or important. It's just over there, being lame and slowly turning in the United States of Mexico, because all of the Mexicans are comin' over here... D;< || +++++Something inside Kyousuke skipped a beat, breaking the slow rhythm it had worked out. 'Something' because Kyousuke never really considered that an Incubus could host a heart. The hand that'd taken to pressing into the bed gripped further into the sheets. No one had ever told Kyou anything like that. Oh, it'd been said before, but at the time it had just revolved around sex. Never had they uttered it when it actually meant something. They just wanted a few more good times in bed. Another reason Kyousuke the Incubus stuck to one-night-stands. There's no telling how many little half-Incubus Kyousuke babies were running around in the world. +++++The Incubus blinked his eyes closed, relaxing his own body a bit. Those words were nice. Even though it was just because of the Master/Slave relationship, it was still nice. Yes, Kyousuke wished it wasn't just because of that, but it was better than nothing at all.
He ran the hand that'd been lounging at the back of Dwaine's neck along his jaw as he pulled away, looking down at the other and hopefully making the other look up. He didn't mind where, so long as he wasn't staring at that god awful hole in his pants. Kyousuke pulled himself away from both Dwaine and the bed, taking himself a foot or two away. He wasn't sure why he did; he liked being able to be close to Dwaine. Maybe it was because he had now assumed that the other didn't like to be touched by him.+++++He looked to Dwaine with a bluntly confused expression. "Why? My being your .... Master hardly explains why you would want to make me happy. You could easily hate me all the same. It would make just as much sense." He was very hesitant on admitting that there really only was a Master/Slave relationship. He didn't want to call Dwaine his slave, or anyone's slave or any kind of slave for that matter. He didn't want to be the Master for the alleged Slave, either. The definition for 'slave' wasn't a pretty one. Why would Kyousuke want to be a part of that definition? It seems hypocritical now, but... Kyousuke wasn't one to like admitting that he'd done something incredibly wrong.+++++Kyousuke couldn't bring himself to tell Dwaine that his efforts would probably be in vain. Dwaine didn't know what it would take to make him happy; Kyousuke knew exactly what he wanted that would do it. He couldn't tell him what, either. He knew that it wouldn't work. Maybe if they'd met eachother in a place that had nothing to do with slaves and buying people... maybe it could've worked out then. But it didn't, so the Incubus knew there was no logical way for it to happen. Love comes from trust, not from money. Even Kyousuke, a man who only stands where he was today because of faux love making and lies, knew that.
|| xD I'm not seeing any cliches in that one... or the last one, actually. >> Maybe I'm just retarded, though. -shrug- I like your posts. o 3o ||
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 2:31 pm
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((I haven't noticed any... But maybe it's just me. Every time one of my characters do something cute I picture all the shojo flowers, or if they do something kind of stupid they go all chibi with little puppy tails. I'm pathetic.
Okay I lied. I definitely want to play it now. XDD
Haha. My problem exactly. I get angry really, really easy. I blame it on being a woman.
Ha! I like the Mexicans, thank you very muchly~ But seriously, isn't America supposed to be like the epitome of special and important? That said, I don't really like America. I've never been, but... It just doesn't sound all that grand to me. But pretty much everyone I know is all 'When I growz up, I'z gonna go prance into the sunset 'nd leeve in Americaaaa!'))
Silence, just silence. Then... Kyousuke pulled away. Dwaine had leaned into the touch, causing him to lift his head just slightly, but when he Master moved away altogether he simply looked back down. He felt incredibly pathetic just sitting on the bed like he was. Rejection. How pitiful did one have to be before even the one who paid for you rejected you? It wasn't exactly something new to the teen, but it hurt nonetheless.
The vampire flinched instinctively when his Master spoke, expecting something horrible to come out. Not confusion. The vampire started twisting the hem of his blood soaked shirt, before holding it away from his body a little to look at that blood. What didn't make sense? Of course his being his Master explained it all.
Dwaine wasn't quite sure what suddenly prompted him to speak, but he suddenly felt that his Master needed to understand. Probably because it was highly likely that his Master wouldn't be happy until he did. So the vampire spoke slowly, not because he didn't think Kyousuke would be able to comprehend it, but because he was a little confused himself, and didn't know just how he was going to explain it, when he didn't even fully understand it himself. It just was.
"I... You..." He stammered. Damn. Where should he even begin? He gestured to his shirt, and then around the room, giving the demon a look that was pleading with him to understand before his face fell to his lap once more. "Why... Why shouldn't I want you to be happy? You... fed me, and gave me a home." Dwaine paused for a few moments, twisting his shirt some more. There was more to it than that, but how to explain? It seemed that Kyousuke didn't understand just what it meant to be a Master. To be a slave's Master. But how could he explain to him what a slave felt about their Master? "You... You're my Master. You're my Master." He emphasised, placing a hand on his chest as he glanced up cautiously at the other male's face to see if he caught the true meaning of that. "My Master. Mine. That-That means that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Or... I think so anyway." He faltered, head dropping back down. Oops. He probably shouldn't have said that. "So-so... I can't be happy, if you aren't happy." The vampire concluded rather lamely, a blush quite bright on his cheeks.
((Haha, I'm glad. ^.^
This one was short and sweet. I think Dwaine made his point.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 3:52 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. || xD Sometimes whenever I'm planning something out in my head, stuff like that happens. They mostly just have all the little emoticons popping up, and they're alway chibi because I can't imagine realism worth crap. xD I can Kyousuke and Kidaiyo [the uke I have for Kyou in a completely different RP], but that's only because I use them a lot. ;P
xD I love that game. I don't have it, but my friend does... I wanna play it now. D8 Really bad. I suck at it, but it's sooo fun.
I blame it on retarded people that don't know when to stfu.
It's supposed to be, but it honestly isn't. There's so much finantial problems and the economy sucks and everyone here is a b***h. Everyone's greedy as ********, including the government, and that's our central problem right there. And the fact that every one of our last presidents did NOTHING to help AT ALL. So FUH. . . . Sounded like I just said 'sofa.' SOFA. Sooofaaa- - ... I think I have A.D.D or some s**t. >> || +++++It seemed that there was much more to being a Master than owning someone. Kyousuke should've known that, but his mind had been plagued by too many things at once to allow him to be able to put two and two together. Could they still have a bond? Would that collar around his neck be able to bring them even closer than a normal bond would? Or would that collar keep them from having anything normal together? ... Did that collar do anything, really? Did the tags dangling off of that very collar chain to Dwaine like he was a pet? What would happen if Kyousuke were to take the collar off? +++++Their conversation was starting to make Kyousuke feel light-headed. Too much blood rushing up to his face, forming another light blush. He wasn't one to blush much, but he felt completely embarrassed and a little touched. Weird, yes. His body was aware of those feelings, while the front part of his brain wasn't thinking much at all. He still knew he was flushed a little in the face, though. He wished he wasn't. He wished he could've trained for such an occasion, but no one had ever said anything like that before. He never expected it, either, so how was he to prepare? +++++He didn't smirk this time. No smug grin. His expression was actually sort of peaceful. He was almost smiling, but not quite. He moved back over to Dwaine and knelt down in front of him. The vampire really had no confidence in front of Kyousuke, but it was only to be expected. He looked over the boy's clothes, wondering why they were so interesting. So interesting that they kept taking his attention away from Kyousuke. Silly clothes, you're no match for Kyou.
Looking up at the other, he reached a hand out to meekly cup the vampire's face. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. He wanted to thank the other, but words simply wouldn't suffice in this case. He would have to try and make the other happy as well as he could, otherwise it wouldn't be a fair exchange in the slightest. +++++Without much more thought, he leaned up to kiss the other on the cheek. He then pulled back and brought his hand back as well, letting it take to holding onto the footboard.
"... What would make you happy? Or... at least be able to settle in better? I know you're not very comfortable here." At least, he assumed he wasn't very comfortable there. Comfortable in more ways than one. . . . Dwaine needed a shower and a change of clothes. Surely that would help him feel better, too? Aside from physically uncomfortable, Kyousuke didn't think he was at ease mentally, either. He wasn't sure how to help that at all, so that's why he asked kind of indirectly. As Dwaine had told him, Kyousuke was sure he'd do anything for the vampire as well.
|| Mine was short and lame. D8 I can't get focused cuz I'm hungry. x .x;; ||
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:02 pm
{ d w a i n e } × × s t a r t
((Yeah, well. There was definitely some shojo flowers when Kyou leaned in to kiss Dwaine just then. x3
Kidaiyo is a cute name. I like it. But yeah, imagining 'em anime-style like I do isn't exactly realism, now is it? So it's easy enough for me. More so because I have picture reference. <33
It sounds fun. I want it.
Exactly! They should just zip it if they don't want a concussion! =O
Haha. The economy sucks everywhere. And no politicians are doing anything about it. The key is to vote for the one that won't piss you off as much when you see his face/hear his voice. ;D
... Sofa. <33 No one says sofa any more. It's all... couch. Which is just like 'cow' and 'ouch'. Sofa is much more fun to say. ^.^ ))
If there was one thing Dwaine hated, it was the horrible silences that seemed to follow after most everything he said. Perhaps he'd be better off not saying anything at all. He wondered what was going through Kyousuke's mind during such silences. This silence, in particular. Was he mad? Would he be punished for daring to say such things?
His breath hitched in his throat when the taller male came and knelt in front of him, automatically turning his head to the side to avoid looking at him. He was drawn back though, by the hand on his cheek. Dwaine kept his face down, but peeked over at the demon from beneath his long lashes.The vampire stopped breathing all together when he felt the lips brush over his cheeks, before lips and hand fell away alike and he released the breath. Even though Kyou wasn't touching him any more, he was glad that his Master didn't move away all together.
"I'm comfortable." The raven mumbled without second thought at his Master's words. It wasn't the truth, but it wasn't a complete lie either. Well... Maybe it was. But it wasn't like there was anything that Kyousuke could do to make him feel comfortable in his new home just like that. He needed time to adjust. Of course, that was a lot easier said than done. More so for the fact that he didn't know what he was doing here. Yeah, he was Kyou's slave, and yeah, he was going to devote himself to making sure that Kyou was happy. But... He was stumbling in the dark here. He was a slave. Slaves needed to be told how to behave, what to think and to feel. He needed to know where he was and wasn't allowed to go, what he was and wasn't allowed to say, or do, or who to talk to. He knew all the motions, all the names, but he was like a child in the sense that he didn't know what was right and what was wrong any more. He hadn't gotten in trouble for anything yet... But was Kyousuke expecting him to just make himself at home? Like what? Like a son, a room mate, a pet, a slave, a lover? Or was he supposed to be more meek and cautious? Would he be allowed to explore? Or confined to this room? He'd met slaves before who'd only ever really seen the one room in the entirety of their lives prior to being discarded in the Emporium. They were surprisingly common. Sex slaves.
Dwaine couldn't truly be comfortable living here until he knew such things.
But... It didn't seem like Kyou was going to tell him such things, though. The vampire didn't think that Kyou was just being cruel about it though, he suspected that his Master simply had no idea that he should inform his slave about such things. He didn't seem to know much about the whole slave/master protocol at all and it was definitely going to continue being so problematic and confusing until his Master understood what it meant for Dwaine in being a slave. But there was that question again. How exactly did one go about doing that? The only real way for a Master, or anyone for that matter, to understand what it meant to be a slave, was to be a slave. So... Maybe that was the wrong way to go about things. Maybe instead of trying to get Kyousuke to understand him as a slave, and the needs that came with that slavery, he should skip straight to showing Kyousuke how to accommodate those needs? That was more or less what his Master had been asking, after all, wasn't it?
"What... Uh..." Damn. Now there was the question of how to go about teaching his Master how to be, well, his Master. It was clear from the expression on his face that he was having some difficulty finding his wording. "I... need... Um..." This was so much harder than it really need to be, "I need to know... What you expect... From me." His voice was tentative, hesitant. He chanced a wary glance a the man before him. "I don't want to do something wrong." There. That... Sort of explained it. Kind of. Maybe. A little...? He sure hoped it did, he wasn't sure how else he could explain it.
((I like it. It was sweet. o 3o This post is lame. But, we have a secondary goal; Dwaine shall teach Kyou how to be a proper Master, even if it kills him!))
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 7:57 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. || xD Awww, now I'm picturing it. 8D All slow-mo.
I like it, too. > w<;; ... Touche. It's always anime style for me, too, but I usually don't use references. I like to create 'em in my head, which... fails, but whatever. I try anyways.
I have no idea where they bought it. D; All I know is that its for the PS2.
I knooooow. I always threaten to punch people, but it hasn't came up yet... But I'm sure it will if they keep on!
... True... But, I'm not old enough to vote yet, so I got stuck with Obama. x .x He pisses me off because he tries to act like this cool, normal guy. ... He had beer with some dude and it was all over the news... Obama even made some commericial, meaning he popped up in my TV when I was trying to watch a movie. D;<
Sofa is fun to say. xD Couch reminds me of crotch. ... First King Crotchy, now couch... I think I have a problem. > >;; || +++++Another wave of thoughts. What did he expect of him? He'd asked a similiar question before, 'What am I to you?' and it'd given Kyousuke a heart attack. His answer, he assumed, would be based off of that. He hadn't any other answer, really. He couldn't think of anything else. What was he supposed to tell him? ... Honestly, what did Kyousuke want from him? ... Perhaps a friend with benefits, because a pleasure slave sounded awful. Then again, sex slave sounded even worse. ... Was it even just sex Kyousuke wanted?+++++Kyousuke looked down to his feet, raking his nails along the footboard. He knew that question would come up eventually. He was awaiting many more, as well. More he was sure he wouldn't have a very good answer to.
Something within those few seconds of thought put Kyousuke more into his place. Sudden realization, if you will. He'd bought someone. He was the owner of said someone. He was his Master. Dwaine was the slave. Masters give orders, and slaves obey them. Every Master's wishes were different; but all the same, they had wishes to be followed. Kyousuke was expected to place orders, and Dwaine was expected to follow them.
Nothing less. Nothing more.+++++He didn't like this realization. It made him feel heartless. Then again, he'd felt like that for hundreds of years; it wasn't going to change. The Incubus sighed inaudibly, standing up from his knelt position. He didn't want to have to be a cold-hearted jackass, but what other type of Master was there? ... There was probably a really good answer to that, but Kyousuke hadn't any idea.
"There's not much you could do wrong." He gave a small shrug here. He was going to end up sounding like a love-sick puppy, and he couldn't care more about the fact that he knew he was going to. "All except leave..." He didn't care enough to add the last word on. The sentence made just as much sense. 'Me,' would have finished it off, but it worked just as well without getting that personal. +++++He knew slaves weren't supposed to leave their masters. He didn't mean it literally. Out of everything, the only thing Kyousuke could think of that he didn't want Dwaine doing was hating him. He forbid it. Yes. He forbade hatred from the boy. ... He considered that as leaving. The one small swipe of innocence Kyousuke had left was calling 'loathing' 'leaving.'
He knew Dwaine wanted him to be more specific. He just couldn't think of anything. Was he expected to print out a list of 'Do's and Don't's'? Was it too terrible that maybe Kyousuke wanted Dwaine to act how he wanted? He'd prefer the boy to live ... almost ... regularly... and learn from that. Kyousuke didn't know what he wanted. He'd never lived with someone before or even remotely gave a flying rat's a** what anyone else wanted to cared about.+++++Kyousuke looked down to the other, his own expression... nothing. For once, if anything, he was truly expressionless. Cold. Like he was supposed to be, right? He gave another shrug, turning his head away from him.
"Just try to be you. I don't want you to let me order you around completely. You shouldn't have to wait on me to tell you when it's ok to breathe." He sounded more stern than he meant to be. But that was how he considered it. "You can do as you please, for the most part. If something comes up that I don't like, then you'll know. You'll learn. ... I won't get mad at you. You wouldn't be doing anything wrong. I can't get mad at you." He didn't favor this conversation, but he knew they had to discuss it. Too bad neither one of them knew what to say... how to go about it...
|| Well. This post made me depressed. Like, seriously. New Kyou. Told you he would turn into a true emo kid. x .x;; ||
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 8:42 pm
{ d w a i n e } × × s t a r t
((Haha, yups. Dwaine was totally expecting Kyou to kiss 'im on the lips. Then it was just all... oh. Okay then.
I'm lazy. I like to have picture to give mah brain something to work off.
That's excellent! 'Cause, I have a PS2. <33
Haha. I've never actually given anyone a concussion before. Or punched anyone. I'm a girl; I slap. And heft heavy and/or sharp objects.
I'm not old enough to vote either. At least Obama has a pretty voice, not like our fugly leaders. Dx Not that I should say that, since the gov probably monitors this and all. But... That is pretty funny.
Wow, you totally do. Now I can't look at my couch and not picture a pair of well-endowed dancing spandex legs. o______o
I hope you're happy. =.= ))
Dwaine waited in silence, chewing on his bottom lip when his Master rose. His words confused Dwaine though, as they seemed so often to do. "I won't leave you." The vampire murmured softly. The 'me' might have been missing, but it made no difference to Dwaine. He didn't even notice it's absence, his mind automatically put it in out of instinct. There was no leaving his Master, and there was certainly no hating him! Only the blind and continuous devotion. A slave could see no wrong, no flaws that their Master might ever possess. Dwaine might no have been a slave officially for long, but he had unknowingly begun training for it since the day he was born. And if he hadn't, well what more was there to it, really? He was stuck in it now, might as well make the best of it.
The raven haired teen listened patiently as Kyousuke continued to speak. "Be... Me." He repeated slowly. Who was he again, exactly? For the early years of his life, Dwaine was shipped around a lot and had changed so many times to please so many people he wasn't sure what he had ever been like to begin with. Then they finally traced his aunt and uncle, and they were so overbearingly protective that the poor sheltered boy had no semblance of free will. It was a strict schedule to keep him safe. And inside. Too smothering; he needed to get out! And then he moved in with Luke... And any power he might have had over his own life was completely squished out of him and the vampire was his new sun, his world. Dwaine's whole life revolved around him. Then he was thrown into a cage with slavery propaganda shoved down his throat in his every waking moment. How was he supposed to know what was him, and what was just some left over subliminal messaging or something from any of the previous lead roles in the play that was his life? Was it ever even his life to begin with?
The boy's head fell down and he fiddled with the hem of his bloodied shirt once more. He was allowed to do anything he pleased... But, there wasn't anything much that he did want at all. Though, he supposed if he was allowed to do anything he might as well have a bath. Not only would it freshen him up, it would let him relax and give him some time to think all these new revelations over. "May I-" No. It wasn't 'may I' any more; Kyou had already told him that he could. That thought had a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. "Can you show me... Where the bathroom is, please?" He still hesitated a little and stumbled over his words, but it was a big step for the vampire. His stomach did a back flip with the sudden feeling of power over himself.
((Yeah, he is. But it's okay because Dwaine is getting his first real taste of free will, so he's a little too distracted to care. Poor baby with his weird and uber controlling and sheltering aunt and uncle. >.> ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:16 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. || Kyou would've if he knew Dwaine, like... well, he still kinda thinks Dwaine hates him. 's'fraid of him. He dun know any better, really. A slave's opinion differs from a human's opinion. I'm guessing that's how he sees it.
By the way, I love how we talk about our characters like they're actual people and we have nothing to do with them. But in some other world, I think they're realll.~ ... I wanna be a real boy! Pinocchio~ Such a happy-ending movie.
I don't. I have a fail little GameCube.
xD I've stabbed many'a people. Apparently with my nails, even when I don't mean to... I'm a wuss; I scratch. Until you bleed. ... Not very nice or healthy, but whatever.
Lol. The mentioning of leaders reminded me of Red and Purple. xD And then it reminded me of regular aliens being all, "TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER." ... I'm a nerd. 8(
Oh, I'm tickled pink.~ = w=;; || +++++Kyousuke just noticed that he had a headache. Had that been there before? He didn't recall... He thought it'd gone away when he'd taken a shower. Maybe it had just hid itself, becoming temporarily dormant? Sneaky little thing. He was continuously thinking this over and a few other things over, like what phone calls he'd missed from his business associate, when Dwaine asked something. ... Something. What was it he said? ... Something about a bathroom. . . . Oh! The location. Right. ... Ohhh, now Kyousuke was stuck thinking about work. The last meeting that was held was a discussion over a new deal with some fancy company, and of course that was the day Kyou decided to take off. He had make-up work to do. +++++Kyousuke looked back to Dwaine, an almost sleepy expression plastered onto his face. A nap would've been lovely for the Incubus, but now he had to work. He wasn't going to let himself sleep until he was somewhat caught up. ... Being the head of a business sucked.
He nodded to the vampire, then held a hand up in a gesture meant to symbolize, 'Hold on a minute.' He walked over to his wardrobe, kneeling down to open one of the few drawers at the bottom. Letting the other stay in the same clothes after cleaning himself was preposterous! +++++He came back to the other holding an over-sized button-up shirt, and what he assumed would also be a pair of over-sized pants when put on someone as small and lithe as Dwaine. Sure, Kyousuke wasn't fat or anything, his build was just a little bigger than Dwaine's, and not to mention he was taller. So, the shirt wouldn't be so bad; it was just the pants he was worried about. Maybe he should get some pajama pants, what with the elastic waistband they had? ... What kind of clothes did Dwaine want or prefer? . . . Dammit. Hopefully the clothes he picked out would fit nicely, or at least even remotely ok.
He held the clothes by his side, extending his free hand for the other to take if he so pleased. Kyousuke wasn't sure whether he intended that hand to help the other off the bed, or if he wanted to drag the other along like that the entire time. He guessed he would've been fine with either.
|| Mmmf. What happened to his parents? :c
I've also noticed something else. Kyou is just as bipolar as I am. ... Oh well. And I just realized that Kyou really had no way of knowing Dwaine was going to take a bath... We'll say he's a ninja. ||
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 8:22 pm
{ d w a i n e } × × s t a r t
((Dwaine isn't really afraid so much, he's just uncomfortable. But I mean, he did just get thrown into this whole new world that he knows absolutely nothing about. You can't blame him for feeling a little wary. And he certainly doesn't hate him! And an obedient slave's opinion is pretty different, because he's really only got one goal in life, which is to please his Master. He's such a good slave, considering how new he is to it... But... He's easily manipulated. He already thought he was more or less a slave, this just makes it official for him, so he doesn't mind.
And they're totally real! * 3* They live in our hhhhheadss! <--- Spoken in a Gir voice.
I've never had a GameCube. I have a Nintendo, a Nintendo '64 (so both are like uber old!), and PS2 and an XBox. But the Nintendo's are from the early 90's, and my eldest brother bought the PS2 and XBox and all the games and stuff for them himself like forever ago as soon as he got a job, so we're still cheap. XD
Haha. I scratch and bite if I'm being restrained. But I usually pinch if people aren't listening when I'm talking or whatever. Because I'm a pathetic little girl like that and I'm too lazy to actually raise my hand and hit 'em if I'm not really upset. /Fail.
Rrreeedddd and Purrrppplllleeeeeee~! <33 I've officially finished season one of Invader Zim and have now started on season two. I decided I wanted to go through and watch every single episode again. Which is a lot harder to do than it should be. It's a lot of hard work finding all the episodes! And every episode guide is different, so I'm still not sure if I have actually managed to watch them all.
And... Well... Good then. >.> ))
The vampire watched from his place on the bed as his Master moved over to the wardrobe and began selecting various items. Wait. Was this... Kyousuke's room?! The raven's cheeks suddenly flushed for some reason he couldn't name and he dropped this head back to his lap to hide his pink-tinged cheeks.
His dark eyes glanced up from beneath his lashes when his Master returned to the bed. Were those clothes for him? Considering all that had just transpired it seemed like a safe thing to assume. And Kyou had more or less told him it was alright to assume things, right? Because he'd just correct him if he was wrong.
Dwaine hesitated a little when the hand was offered, though. Keeping his head down to hide his deepening blush he reached out and accepted the offer, pulling himself off the bed to stand next to his Master. It was more or less the same as being lead on the leash, wasn't it? No. That was wrong. Very wrong! This was definitely different. But... Pleasant.
The boy moved a little closer, his fingertips brushing over the back of the other male's hand as he did so. He was reminded of when he and Luke used to go out... Luke hated holding hands. Before the vampire knew what he was doing he had pulled his hand away, holding it to his chest with the other as if wounded. Damn it. What was wrong with him?!
((He doesn't know what happened to his dad, his mummy died giving birth to him. That's why he's always been so docile; he blames himself for his mum's death and he thinks his dad hates him and wanted to get rid of him because of it. So he tries to make everyone happy so they won't have to put up with how horrible he is. )= Little bit of that inner angst in this post. Just to create a little drama. ^.^
And it was implied!
By the by, sorry for the itty bitty little post.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 4:44 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. || Makes perfect sense to me. Not Kyou, cuz he's a stubborn little hard-a**.
I'll grant that. xD Even though I said that, I still treat 'em like they're real. THUS, they are. [/retardedsmile]
We used to have a Nintendo '64 and an Xbox 360, but my brother sold 'em both. D8 I used to have a DS Lite myself, but I sold it because, at the time, there were no good games. And of course now there are so many games I waaaaant. DDDDD;
I don't like biting people. They're not too tasty, I must say. But, oh, I can get people's attention. xD May it be a kick, punch, slap, scratch, yelling something, or just flailing my arms around.
Oh, there's this one site I go to that's still uploading all of these Zim episodes. xD I find it to be a pretty reliable site. c: I'm not one for watching in order; I just watch the one's I haven't seen. || +++++Kyousuke had thought all was well. He thought too soon. He couldn't get mad; it was completely understandable. But it still hurt. The other acted as if Kyousuke had just taken the most hurtful action he could possibly ever do. Dwaine reacted like a mute, wounded animal, pulling back and closing in on himself. The Incubus looked away, staring down at stone floors. His room seemed even more like a dungeon now. The stone architect simply wasn't enough without a beautiful, terrified creature, was it? The style was complete now.+++++All thoughts of sleep, work, the fact that he had a migrane - all were vanquished. Kyousuke just was. Eyes lost most of their colour, giving him a darker, blanker look. He loathed many things, but not like how he abhorred himself. This just settled that fact. He wasn't the only one that thought that, apparently. No. He knew before. The lecture the vampire had given before was erased from the Incubus' mind; the words might as well have been hollow. He didn't think Dwaine a liar, just someone struck with fear and searching for a way to keep himself from being eaten alive. Funny how a vampire was frightened of an Incubus. Vampires kill. Incubi seduce. Spy the difference? +++++He felt truly defeated. It was a moot point; he should have known that much earlier. It would've saved time and head and heart ache both.
Why had he held his hand out to the other? The bedroom led to Kyou's bathroom, which happened to be the nicest and biggest bathroom in the manor. He could have just as easily flailed his arm in the direction of the door, stating that that was where the boy needed to go. But no. For some reason he had wanted to walk the boy 17 paces to the door. {Huge bedroom, yes. Though, that was more or less a guesstimate.} He knew he shouldn't be acting or feeling as such. Dwaine had the right to anything and to do anything; his situation made it all the more clear of that. Circumstances were always a big deal. But Kyousuke was always so driven and stubborn, usually assuming the worst and just going with that, no matter what was said. +++++Said pessimist finally looked up, revealing an unnaturally sorrowful smile that he had tried to force into a much happier one with little prevail.
"I apologize. I should have known you wouldn't want to touch me," he surrendered. He gave up, for the most part. Even with that, though, he wasn't going to let up on his goal. He would find a way to make the other happy. If it meant leaving him alone until he was settled, then he'd do it. He'd wait for as long as it took. +++++He looked to the bathroom door in a small gesture. "The bathroom is there. Of course, if you'd prefer a different one, that can also be arranged. I'm sure you'd like your own, as well as a bedroom along with it." It was almost like he'd said, 'Of course, if you feel too disgusted to use one I've set foot in, I can always take you to an entire wing of the house I never bothered going into.' He wasn't mad at all. He just felt low. He felt even more disgusted with himself than he ever had been. Sure, he had always despised himself and hated his race, but it came full force this time.
He held the clothes out to the vampire, the prior smile that looked border-line vulnerable gone without trace. He made sure to hold the clothes so that when the other took them there wouldn't be any contact. Why did he feel so sad? It wasn't something to be so upset about, was it? Was it that big a deal to the crimson-eyed man? . . . Of course it was.
|| Awww. [/empathizes] He's not horrible at all! Aw. I want to huggle and snuggle him. So does Kyou. <3
... I found Kyou's theme song. Random, but I think it fits Kyou's point of view as well as Dwaine's. xD I'm that lame. Not to mention the anime that's in the video with it just reminds me of them. Although, Kyousuke's not a butler, and Dwaine isn't the Master of said butler.
But what if he actually just had to go to the little vampire's room?
It's fine.~ :3
Is it stupid that I cried during this post? I don't like that at all. I had to listen to Kyou's emo little theme song, as well as some Hollywood Undead {'Circles' also goes really nicely with Kyousuke. c: 'cept for when it uses 'she' as the pronoun. >:C }, so many times just so I was able to stay in character. :C ||
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 2:49 am
{ d w a i n e } × × s t a r t
The vampire lightly rubbed the back of his hand that was still being held to his chest. His head was hung. Not even the vampire knew for the life, or rather death, of him why he had done that. But he felt sick, and dirty. Thinking about Luke made him feel sick and dirty, and it made his heart ache. He felt like if he touched Kyousuke, then he would ruin him. That made his heart ache too, but he wasn't quite sure why. Either way, he was in no good shape as he stood there with his head hung pathetically. Why was it that whenever Kyousuke got close to him, it reminded him of Luke? Why did he even care? Luke was gone, that was over. And he had let it go, hadn't he? The boy bit down on his bottom lip. Letting go was easier said than done when the blood of the one you were trying to forget was coursing through your veins. It was more than just a case of the scorned lover, Luke made him. He wouldn't exist like he did now if it hadn't been for him. If he had never met him, he would still be human. Human and... Free? Freedom seemed an almost laughable concept. It felt like centuries since he was a carefree human, not a mere two years. He hadn't even reached the end of his second decade of life, though technically he was already dead, and he already felt like he'd lived at least two or three lifetimes by now. And all of them hurt. Every last one of them.
The raven was too lost in his own thoughts and woes to consider that Kyousuke might have any himself. His Master seemed... Troubled to say the least, but he was the Master. There was no need for him to feel troubled. Anything he wanted, he could get; Dwaine would give. It would certainly be better for Dwaine if Kyousuke just embraced that and said what he thought and felt, but indeed, the slave never thought for an instant that perhaps his Master had some of his own internal battles, that he might feel any turmoil at the idea of doing such a thing. They were both exactly the same and completely opposite. So naturally all Dwaine could think was that he was quite obviously the problem here, and that he didn't know how to fix this situation they had found themselves in. What did Kyousuke want? Dwaine would give and do anything, but he had to know what that something was before he could. And it seemed that Kyousuke didn't know either. Or if he did, then he certainly wasn't telling. Why? Why wouldn't he tell? Was he worried what Dwaine might think about him? Dwaine most certainly wasn't going to judge. He didn't care what it was; he would do it.
The vampire was started from all his musing and... whatever the Hell all that was, when Kyousuke spoke. His gaze flashed up at the other. "That's not it!" Dwaine told him, before he quickly looked away, a blush painting over his cheeks. "That's not it at all." His voice was much softer that time and to be honest he was more speaking to himself than to his Master. He wanted to be able to touch his Master, to hold him hand, to look at him. But... He didn't want to feel the way he did. Tainted and guilt ridden. He didn't even know who he felt like he was betraying. Luke? Or Kyousuke for thinking about Luke? There was no betrayal when he thought of his family, if any of them could really be consider that, but there was certainly guilt there. Mostly because of not feeling much else. He didn't miss them like he missed Luke, his heart didn't pang for them. He didn't care if they were happy or not, though he'd certainly wish no harm upon them. Not like he wanted Kyousuke to be happy, to make him happy. A small part of him still wanted to make Luke happy, but most of him just wanted to forget the creature existed at all. Dwaine had been burned, badly. But was it scarring? Was it really left too long to be healed? Perhaps the more important question was that if it wasn't, who was going to bandage the wound?
The slave looked at the door that led to the bathroom when his Master spoke of it. His face was as blank as that of the male before him, too many emotions twisting inside him to actually portray any just one on his face. He was thinking over what those words meant. This was Kyousuke's room, right? Did that mean that his Master was trying to make it clear that Dwaine wouldn't be staying in this room like he had last night, or was that an invitation to do just the opposite. Would Kyousuke be staying in here with him, or would Kyousuke give up his room just for him? Dwaine certainly didn't want him to do that. "I'm... sure you'd like your privacy..." He said, both softly and slowly. He wasn't sure which of those options he preferred. For one, the vampire didn't know how he would feel about knowing he was sharing a room, maybe even a bed, with his Master, but more than that he knew he really didn't want to be alone. He hadn't slept without another person in the room in just over two years; the idea to do so now when he felt so conflicted wasn't appealing, even if the one he would be sharing a room with was the reason for such feelings. So the boy left his words open for his Master to interpret as he so chose. If Kyousuke wanted Dwaine to stay with him, he would surely let him know.
The boy closed the gap between them when the clothes were offered, his hands closing over the items. He didn't pull away straight away though, hesitating a few moments before retracting his hands to hug the clothes to his chest. His head was still turned down submissively. "Where um..." The slave swallowed, shifting a little awkwardly, "Where will you be... When I get out?" The raven held the clothes a little closer. Dwaine had been unconscious when he was carried into the house and he hadn't even looked at it when he was still outside. He had absolutely no bearings, all he knew was the room he was in now. He didn't want to be wandering the home in search of his Master, and the idea of being alone wasn't enticing in the slightest. Neither was the possibility of running into any of the hired help, but that wasn't something that could be helped even if he did know where his Master would be. He didn't know how many employees Kyousuke had though, so he could at least delude himself that he wasn't going run into any of them. From what the others in the Emporium had told him, he was pretty positive that all hired employees automatically hated and mistreated the slaves, mainly because they saw them as a threat. Why continue to pay for a maid when you could just buy a slave you could keep forever? The vampire bit lightly on his bottom lip as he awaited the reply. Would Kyousuke even want him to join him once he was out of the bathroom?
(( =O Lookit! A good sized post! *Glows with pride*
My last post won't have exactly helped, almost everything that Dwaine said has double meanings.
They're totally real. *Huggles Dwaine*
My nana gave me a DS, but I only have the Sims Pets and... Some other kind of weird Sims. I want the new KH for the DS, but that's really the only game I want for it.
I don't like kicking. I always miss and hurt my toe. I has no hand eye coordination. But yeah, mostly I give 'em a good whack over the head.
Really? They must be behind or something, 'cause they aren't making any new ones to my knowledge. But, but. Link please? * 3*
And I need to do it in order otherwise I can't remember which ones I have or haven't seen.
Yush! He needs huggles and snuggles! Kyou has to make him fall in loveeee so that he gets over Luke.
Oooh. What song? And I dunno, what if he did have to go in Dwaine's room? Dwaine's a light sleeper, so he'd probably wake up, freak and attack. But, if by chance he didn't and Kyou went and laid down with him, he snuggle up unconsciously. Or consciously but pretend he's still asleep to get away with it. XD
Nooo. I cry in some of my posts sometimes. 'Cause I'm lame and emotional. XP But I don't know any of these songs. Tell meeee!))
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 4:28 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. +++++Kyousuke discarded the first few words that came from the other's lips. Don't be such a doll, he mused. Thinking straight was now a long gone factor. He was on the verge of some type of breakdown. Not one with crying, but one with many a broken things afterwards. Kyousuke was sure that amongst those broken items would be he himself, scattered somewhere in the pile. He felt... weird. He didn't like what he was feeling. He couldn't name it, couldn't place it. He didn't even know the category it'd fall into. It could've been a good feeling, but he didn't know it. Nevertheless, he didn't like it. He literally felt kind of empty. He knew his mood was summed up to be just a sceptical bitterness, but there was more to it. According to that hollow feeling, there was much more to it. +++++The Incubus vaguely noticed that Dwaine had spoken again. Privacy? ... What privacy can an Incubus have? It is not like I can hide something, sweet. It was a point. The only things Kyousuke might be able to hide are his thoughts, and he knew they would eventually come up. He could be obvious with feelings at times. Sure, he usually speaks in something akin to riddles---that's what he thinks, because he apparently confuses everyone---but... he didn't even know.
He shook his head, his eyes closed. "You live here now; what privacy do I need? The issue befalls you. I could let you settle into your own room or... you could stay in here. Since you've no idea where anything is, though, it-uh... it may be best if you stay in here for a bit." He stumbled with the words. He couldn't bring himself to say that he'd love it if Dwaine stayed with him in the room. Kyousuke wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch... it was a nice couch. Soft. There were pillows, blankets. ... It smelled faintly like cinnamon - what better couch does one need to sleep on? +++++...A couch that held a fledgling vampire by the name of Dwaine. Then that was the best couch Kyousuke could ever sleep on. Or... not sleep on. That goes one of two ways, doesn't it? He doesn't sleep much... so on that couch he could either not sleep on it and admire the fantastic little vampire that would have to be so close to him, or he could take up the actions an Incubus is supposed to take. Or give. ...
Meanwhile, Kyousuke wasn't able to indulge any of these thoughts much longer; Dwaine was stuttering again; a better sign... there was still a conversation to be had. Not to mention he felt even worse just thinking of those fantasies. Incubi are of cruel people, aren't they? +++++He looked back to the other, somewhat of a tired expression on his face. A kind of tired that had nothing to do with fatigue. Why would he ask that? Was he afraid of being alone in such a place that he wanted to stay with, no doubt, the one who held the complete responsibility for him to be in such a place now? When he thought about it like that, he realized that the hope that it could've brought was pathetically hopeless.
Either way, he needed to give an answer. He looked to the exit/entrance of the room, the only door there besides the one leading to the bathroom. "I'll probably be in the room across from this one, two doors down. This is the last door in this hallway, so which direction to go in is set in stone. (No other way to go.)" +++++It felt awkward now. Who was to leave first? Was more to be said? Was more hurt going to be caused in the next few minutes for either of them? Surely they'd both had enough. On that note, Kyousuke couldn't help but wonder what Dwaine was thinking. If Kyou felt this bad, then what did Dwaine feel? He felt tempted to apologize again, because he knew he was the cause. How out of place would it be? He couldn't bring himself to say it without sounding like a frazzled teenaged girl stuck in an unmoving relationship. Emotions were expensive. The only one Kyousuke wanted from Dwaine was the most expensive, of course. A kind of expensive one can't buy. Which left Kyousuke stuck on a road to nowhere, just like that metophorical hormonal teenaged girl.
|| Double meanings...? Damn. ...[/huggles the very tall Kyousuke, and even taller to me since I'm very short.] I love the Sims! All of their games: I looove them. ... I have the Sims 2 for my computer, and I always make adorable little emo gay guys. I have no life.~ I've missed on occasion. Oh! Usually no one EVER hits me back, but there's this stupid dude at my school that kicked me in the shin once after I kicked him. He's not supposed to hit girls! >8( ... And it hurt. I know... but I like the site anyways. xD Kyou ... is a troubled Incubus... Not to mention Dwaine holds the infuriating power to make him blush! ... So, he doesn't know how to go about love. xD He's a one-timer-man, thanks to his species that he hates. This 'un! The video goes with them, too, I think. xD It's called Running Up That Hill by Placebo. [<--- The song on my profile... and the pictures {Sebastian!} are from the same anime! xD] Then the other song is Circles by Hollywood Undead. The faces in the video made me lol at parts. But, all in all, a deep song for HU. C: They usually have stuff that reminds me of gangs. Aww. xD I think Kyou is attempting to be snuggly, but I dunno. He's not very fit for any of this, but he's trying. Not only for his sake, but Dwaine's. c: ... I don't know what the sentence means. Double meaning, perhaps? Hoho. Yay! I'm lame and emotional, too. To the extent that it's almost silly. :c ||
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:31 pm
{ d w a i n e } × × s t a r t
Dwaine chewed lightly on his bottom lip as Kyousuke spoke, nearly breaking the skin with his sharp fangs. Fortunately, a vampires skin is stronger, to avoid such mishaps, which would be incredibly common otherwise with their mouths full of deadly fangs. Particularly Dwaine who still had the human trait of biting his bottom lip. Kyousuke's words sounded a little backwards to the boy. He was the slave who had no right to privacy, and Kyousuke... Was he just that open with himself that he didn't feel the need for privacy? Or perhaps it was the very fact that Dwaine was the slave. Why should he hide anything from the vampire? It wasn't like Dwaine could, or would, do or say anything about or against whatever it was his Master said or did.
"I don't... Want... To be alone." The raven murmured at last. His Master said to be himself, and those words just then made it sound kind of like an invitation to stay. So he could have just said that yes, he'd like to stay in this room. He didn't know why he said what he did, but it didn't really matter, did it? It was virtually the same thing, just in less definite words.
The teenager didn't lift his head though, so he didn't know what kind of expression the other male's face held. It was a little nerve wracking, but at the same time; it was so, so much easier. He nodded at his words. Something in the back of his head wondered what that room held, but for the most part all he could think about was that suffocating silence that had settled itself around them. The vampire was completely still apart from the barely noticeable expansion and depression of his chest as he took each tiny, soundless breath.
The vampire lifted his head just the slightest as though to say something more, before changing his mind and letting his head fall once more.
"Thank you." The words were soft, barely audible, but for some strange reason they made his stomach flip. Probably because they had just shattered the silence that had engulfed them. Not wanting it to settle once more, the boy moved past his Master, disappearing fast into the bathroom, the door clicking softly behind him. The vampire leaned on it heavily though, sliding down until he was seated on the cold tile floor. He clamped a hand firm over his mouth to stifle the sounds suddenly raising in his throat in some heavy lump he couldn't swallow back. His free hand tugged his legs to his chest and he rested his forehead on his knees, closing in on himself. He felt like he was going to throw up.
((And back it itty bitty fail posts.
I like the Sims too, but not the Sims Pets, or Vacation, or other ones like that. I like just the generalised ones. I have Sims 2 for PC and PS2. *Shot* I make like four or so little gay boys and make them all cheat on each other. XD I'm a sadist.
No one ever hits back, but I hit back if someone hits me, then it's usually over. But, what a b*****d.
You know how people always go have a one night stand after they get dumped? That's how Dwaine feels right now. But you can't have a one night stand with someone who lives with you. So they're both ********. Officially. Love. This. Song! <3333 And you're right, both the video and the song suit them. Well, mostly the song, but the video certainly has it's merits as well. I'll listen to Circles eventually too I know this song! I haven't heard it in so long! And that's Black Butler or something like that isn't it? I've been meaning to watch that! I want to even more now! I mustttt!
Dwaine is trying too! D= But, for every attempt he makes he just drags himself further back into his little shell of distrust!
Likewise. I felt so emo writing this post. It's like... They're both just feeling too much to feel anything at all. Numb = not good. )= ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 8:01 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. +++++Kyousuke didn't respond to anything the boy said. He didn't give any real signs that he'd heard any of it. His eyes narrowed after the boy left. Somehow, the thanks he gave Kyousuke was hurtful. Maybe because he assumed it was also fake or at least forced. Maybe it was because he knew he didn't deserve the words. Or maybe it was because Dwaine shouldn't be the one saying. Kyousuke should've told him that, along with a real apology. Even though the phrases didn't at all go together. +++++The room seemed even more depressing with the little vampire gone. It was eerily quiet. Not the normal quiet that usually filled the manor. It was the kind of silence that most children heard right after their parents had just finished a huge fight. The kind where it's so quiet that one starts to worry. Silence that usually comes after someone had just been killed in one of those fights. That kind of eerie, awkward, dead-pan silence that was usually filled with shock. Kyousuke wished he could truly feel any one of those emotions. But he seemed to be feeling every kind of emotion at once. Which, obviously, wasn't healthy for anyone, especially someone who'd never felt maybe two different moods at once. And that was only on a weird occasion. +++++The Incubus turned to the other door, quickly striding from the room. The aura in there was suffocating him. He couldn't bare it any longer. He walked passed the two doors on the left from his bedroom, roaming to the end of the hallway that clearly lead to a balcony. He pushed the clear glass doors open, letting the curtain sway into the house due to the slight breeze of the early morning. He gave a deep sigh as he looked out over his yard, studying it like never before. It was as if he was just seeing everything for the first time. Nothing really even looked familiar outside. Over at the far, far right was a Weeping Willow. Of course Kyousuke recognized that bit of a landmark, but not much else. The only reason he remembered the tree was because it was one of his favourite things about the area. Another favourite was the fact that it was about 3 miles away from any kind of town, not to mention residence. He was sure if he were to tell Dwaine that, however, it would probably frighten the boy even further. Something Kyousuke really didn't want to do. It made his seemingly non-existent hear ache.+++++Kyousuke turned from the balcony, leaving the doors open as he walked back into the same hallway. This time, he didn't pass up that certain door. He pushed it open, revealing a dark room. He turned the knob beside the door, creating a dimmed lighting for the room. Nothing particularly special about the room; it was just his study. His office. The only other room he really cared about besides his bedroom.
Kyousuke stepped fully into the room, looking over the area another time. A shiny black desk, the surface almost completely covered with printed papers and other basic supplies found in an office. A shiny black leather chair seated behind said desk. Two huge wooden shelves filled completely with books on either side. A fireplace in the back, along with a dark red leather chair and a small table placed beside it. On the wall directly to the right of the door, on the same side, was a big black leather couch with pillows thrown askew all over it, with one nicely folded blanket hung along the back of it. It was simple enough, more to the Incubus' true tastes. It was a smaller, cozier room. +++++He walked to his desk, picking up the silver and black wireless phone and quickly dialing the number to his business building. He walked around the desk, all the while patiently waiting for some sort of sound from the reciever of the phone. He slumped into the chair, spinning to face the desk to tap his fingers along the surface. Eventually, a feminine voice rang through the phone, "Oh, Mr. Ichimaru. I didn't expect you to be calling today...?" the woman confessed. Kyousuke ceased his tapping in order to rest his elbow on the surface of the table. "Is Yuuya in?" The reciever was filled with muffled voices for about 30 seconds before the voice came back. "Yes. Here he is, Sir." Kyousuke didn't reply. He simply waited for the male to be put on. "Kyousuke! How ya doin'?" 'Yuuya' called. The man only ever acted like that when something not-so-good came up. The Incubus gave small sigh here. "Just fill me in, Yuu."
|| xD I've done that before, too. But I usually make a whole family, though. A dad, a boyfriend for the dad, a kid, and then a boyfriend for the kid. No idea how the kid actually came to be, but it doesn't matter for the Sims. 8D It's simply 'Mystery Sim' for them.
Seriously. I hate that kid. He's no manners. :C He's one of those creepy kids who's ...like... I dunno. I just think he has a problem. The kid is weird.
Oh, isn't that a lovely bundle of hope. >:C Kyou is the Master of one night stands. xD But, aside from that, ... I dunno what they're supposed to do. From this point, I don't see how anything's going to get much better for them.
Ahh! I love it, too. e ue;; Yes, mostly the song. <3 Black Butler. Is that it in English? I only know it as Kuroshitsuji, but you're right. xD I only know you're right because I know 'Kuro' means 'black.' Lol. My reason fails. I wanna see it so badly, too. Mmmm.
Damn! He needs to stop being a turtle and embrace the Kyousuke.~ ... The Kyousuke does, too. ... ... This is harder than it should be...?
I know. :c Numb isn't all it's cracked up to be. e .e;; ||
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 9:19 pm
{ d w a i n e } × × s t a r t
Inside the bathroom, it was many minutes before the vampire was finally able to push himself up from the ground. He swayed a little as he moved over to the sink, clutching the edge of the cabinet tightly to keep himself upright. Heavy eyes took in the sight before him. The boy in the mirror looked a wreck. Tired, and covered in dry blood. Streaks down his arms and neck. Crimson smudges on his chin. Carefully the vampire removed his shirt, sliding his fingers under the stiff material like one would to detach two pages accidentally glued together at the corners in the places where the dried blood had stuck the cloth to his skin. The shirt fell to the floor. Jeans and boxers soon followed.
Dwaine frowned at his reflection. The Emporium took good care of their slaves, but it was hard to tell with the blood that crusted over him. With the clothes gone, bits and pieces of scars were evident under the red rivers. Long lines down his sides and back, smaller ones along his hip bones. A few across his chest and stomach. His thighs hadn't escaped either. But the base of his neck was an absolute mess. Long fingers rose to the collar that for the most part covered them. His oversized clothes had hidden every mark, but now that he was bare they were visible. They would stand out like anything once he was clean though. He didn't scar now; all the wounds had been inflicted from long ago. The oldest scars were from abusive caregivers during his earliest years, others were from his life with his aunt and uncle; falling off his bike, scissor mishaps, the usual trouble a young boy gets up to. The majority and the worst of the scars were all the most recent; two years old. Luke. It wasn't like he could help it... Dwaine knew all too well what it felt like to go into blood lust. And... He liked it. He had invited it. Luke couldn't be blamed. He was never to blame. It was Dwaine.
The vampire tore away from the sink with a sound of disgust for his war-torn body. He gave his head a slight shake to remove such thoughts and moved over to the tub, deciding he felt much too exhausted to stand. The boy placed the plug in the bottom and turned on the taps. He let them run until the tub was nearly over flowing and steam was rising off it, curling up towards the heavens. He flinched as he stepped into the boiling tub, but forced himself to sit. As if the searing water could actually melt away these chills.
The burning water licked at his skin, lifting some of the blood away. By the time he had sunken into the tub so only his head was above the surface the water had turned a pale pink. Fingertips traced his lips, before dipping back below the surface to run his palm down his stomach, grimacing a little at the coarse feeling of the dried blood. This was Kyousuke's blood. The whole while... Everything that had just transpired... Had occurred while he was still drenched in his Master's blood. Good going Dwaine, He mentally scolded, Because he's so happy now.
The vampire pursed his lips shut and dipped his head under the water before rising it out again. His normally pale skin was pink both from the heat and with the remaining blood. Hands lifted out of the water to grip the edges of the tub. His knees which were also protruding from the water, his hands and his face felt freezing in comparison to the heat in the rest of his body, but it was a welcome sensation. The boy tilted his head back and let his eyes fall closed. He pulled his knees close together and then apart to the edge of the tub over and over like he used to when he was little to make little waves in the tub. They felt soothing lapping up over his chin, dipping into the crease of his pursed lips. He wriggled his toes, appreciating the sensation of the water between them. He slid down a little so only his face was above the water, his hair floating out around him like a dark halo. The price to pay for this small pleasantry was that it pushed more than just his knees out of the water, but that was a small price to pay. He barely noticed the goose bumps that rose on the exposed skin of his legs.
For a few minutes it seemed as though he had fallen asleep, but finally the vampire pushed himself up. He cupped the pink liquid in his hands and splashed his face. His hands slid over his skull, slicking the wet hair back. His elbows were resting on his knees and his face had fallen into his hands. Each movement felt like moving a mountain, so it was another few minutes before he felt he'd regathered enough energy to reach out and grab the soap and the wash cloth. He watched the bubbles form as he lathered it up. Reluctantly, he forced his heavy limbs to move and wash the blood away. When he finally felt that he was clean enough, he pulled the plug. The boy didn't move from the tub though, he waited until it had drained away completely and, shivering, he turned the taps back on (only lukewarm this time) and rinsed the blood out of the wash cloth. Once it was finally clean he put the plug back in once more, remaining in the tub as it slowly but surely refilled. By the time it had filled and he'd shut the taps off, there was only the faintest hint of pink in the water. Once more he lathered up the cloth and washed himself to ensure every last bit of blood was removed from him.
The raven dropped the slightly blood soaked cloth back on the edge of the tub and grabbed up the shampoo instead, turning his attention to washing his hair. All in all, it had probably been about forty minutes before he finally dragged himself out of the tub and got dry. Forty minutes since he had seen his Master. At present he was in only the large shirt as he stood in front of the mirror, trying to towel dry his hair. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and it's hem was just long enough to cover all that needed to be covered. Once he was content that his hair was dry enough, he pulled the pants on. His Master hadn't given him any boxers but he didn't want to reuse the same pair so he simply went commando. The hem of the pants dragged on the ground even when he folded the waist band a few times to make them tight enough on his hips, but they would do. Besides... They smelled like Kyousuke. The vampire leaned lightly against the wall, holding the hem of his shirt up to his mouth. Del-ic-ious!
Dressed, he took a quick, guilty peek into the cabinet under the sink and produced a brush that he ran through his now almost-dry hair. It didn't really help much. His hair was choppily cut in different layers in such a manner that caused the locks to refuse to obey. But that was okay; Dwaine thought it looked better messy anyway, right? His fingertips were still a little wrinkly from the forty minutes in the water and his skin was still flushed a little pink, but he thought he looked presentable. He looked down at his blood soaked clothes and just plain soaked towel. His eyes grazed the bathroom. There! A hamper. But... Was it okay to put his clothes in there too? Hampers were for clothes that needed to be washed, his just needed to be thrown out.
Finally he decided to just throw the towel into the hamper before carefully folding the destroyed items and bundling them in his arms. He'd ask Kyousuke what to do with them. Somewhat hesitantly the teen left the bathroom, then the bedroom all together. From where he stood in the hallway he quickly spied the room that Kyousuke had mentioned. The door was slightly ajar, so the vampire knocked on it softly before pushing it open slowly to see if his Master really was in the room or not. Half of him hoped he was so he wouldn't have to try and find him, but the other half hoped he wasn't and to be honest, Dwaine didn't really know why.
((Yay, good post! Haha, yeah. But I hate that you have to make them related if you want kids and you can't make 'em all DaddyxSon like. )= 'Cause I'm a creep.
Heh. Maybe he does. Problems are surprisingly common.
I don't know either. But you know what they say right, gotta get worse before it gets better? I don't want them to just be happy and in love or whatever. I want drama! But I do want them to get together, most definitely. Angst is good, but not too must angst. I want Dwaine to learn that Kyou is an Incubus! =O (And you know, what an Incubus even is.) He should make friends with Hyuung, then Hyu will tell him. Maybe. I don't know. I'm gonna shut up.
Haha, 's good reasoning to me. You haven't watched it yet? I assumed you had. That makes me feel better for not being the only one who thinks that Sebastian is love without having actually seen the anime/read the manga.
Much harder.
Nope. Not at all. )= ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 10:26 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є ++++++++++++Сσмє Ηəяə. Сℓσsєя, ℓ♥νє. γσυ ωιℓℓ fιиd тнαт ι'м иσт тσσ βαð. +++++The jet-black haired man heard the knock. A quiet sort of shy knock. Hesitance. He leaned his head back, tearing his gaze away from his papers to look at the door. He was now lounging on his couch with a clip-board and a pencil in his lap. He was attempting to think of something presentable he could write to fill in the many blanks the papers held. So far, he'd had little prevail. About 2 blanks were filled in, and even those only held the company name and the date. Two of the more basic of basics. Name and date. He couldn't think of what else was needed, even though the paper clearly asked in perfect English. It was probably pointless, but for almost an hour now it'd kept him occupied. Besides, he'd gotten... some work done. He was able to catch up. Yuuya faxed him some paper and files he was in need of, so those few more papers alone gave him more work. In the end, he was pretty grateful for the work. But now he was frustrated because his brain had finally shut down. Seemingly that was the only thing he was irritated about. He'd forgotten most of his confusion, along with the circles his mind had been going in awhile ago. Even better. +++++He was quite pleased to see the now squeaky-clean Dwaine peeking into the room. Just as he had expected, the clothes simply hung off of the boy's little figure. He was quite pleased to see that as well; it was adorable. He didn't bother moving from his seat on the couch, though. He was happy to be stretched out, surrounded by pillows and leathery-goodness. And paperwork. ... Well, not so much paperwork. Kyousuke leaned up a bit, though, so he was able to look behind himself to more fully see the boy. Seeing the boy's messy hair made him want to laugh. But, still, it was so fitting at the same time. Still adorable. Kyousuke had let his own hair down a long time ago, just so he could fiddle with his hair and not go on a rampage of breaking pencils out of mediocre frustration. His was still shirtless, however. Never bothered clothing himself fully, really. It's not like he was cold; there was a fire raging in the corner. Lovely to have a fireplace at times. Meanwhile, the cleaning, according to one of his maids, wasn't so lovely. But that wasn't his immediate problem. Not until the maid refused to clean it... +++++Kyousuke gave a light click of his tongue to fill in the silence on such short notice. He wasn't sure as to what to say. He felt a bit dazzed, that's all he could say and account for. So long of non-stop working and thinking after not being required to do as such for so long was weird. Did weird things to one's brain.
He continued to look over the other before finally stating, "You look cute." He leaned his head against the arm rest of the couch, still looking up at the vampire. Not only was his hair and clothing cute on him, but his face was flushed from the shower or bath or whatever it was he took. He looked cuddly simply because of those facts. Kyousuke wanted to hold him, but he was pretty sure that wouldn't be welcomed at the moment. Unfortunate to say the least. +++++He finally looked back down at his papers, deciding he'd stared at the boy long enough. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked. It felt awkward to ask that sort of question, but he didn't want Dwaine to think he didn't care---or that he would ignore everything that'd happened. Besides, not only was the boy mentally wiped out, but he had been physically as well. So now was as good a time as any to see how the boy was.
The Incubus made a playfully annoyed face at the small stack of papers attached to the board. It was hopeless; he couldn't think of a single thing. How was it that he forgot everything about his company after half an hour? For at least ten minutes he'd been pondering what to write down. He still hadn't remembered anything. What suddenly caused this? +++++Kyousuke moved to sit up, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch to meet the floor. He stood and walked by the desk, sliding the clip board across the surface as he glided by, retracting his hands to place them in his pockets. He was now currently standing in front of the ever-so-cute Dwaine, looking down at him with a calmer, more patient expression than he'd worn an hour ago. Work does wonders. It really does.
|| Ah, you're post gave me motivation. Lol. <3
I know. D8 ... Eh, if you're a creep, then I'm a creep with you.~
Problems that you aren't given when born. ... Like... I think his parents made him retarded... he just... his parents suck at parenting, that's it. D<
I know that saying all too well. Most has yet to have gotten better, though. Ah. I'm impatient; that saying doesn't work with me. xD Drama is AMAZING. Hyung.~ Hm. I wonder how Hyung acts... I think he'd be more of a submissive kinda person, much different from Kyousuke. Either that, or I imagine him being sassy. ... I dunno either, but I like the idea.
I have not. I need to. Oh, so badly. ;C Sebastian IS love. :0 He's great. I love him. Along with Drocell and Grell and Joker and Undertaker and Ciel. ... >>... So, I'm guessing everyone. <3 But Sebastian is my favourite.
Eh, more of a challenge? Yes? ... ;D? ||
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