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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 5:02 pm
-Allistair's Runaway boy circus: biggrin orm room- XWelcome to the circus...
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 12:34 am
Though mid-day, the room was dark; heavy drapes had been drawn over the windows to block out the bright sun. What illumination there was hailed from a single candle perched on the oaken table between the beds and the tendrils of light that managed to pierce into the grey just flickered hopelessly in the void. A keen eye, though, would be able to spot two forms through the veil nestled in the far corner. One sat behind the other, bodies intertwined to somehow display the boy in front. The front figure sat with legs splayed, the other's coming around his sides to plant between them and hold them back and then his arms seemed draped lazily around the holder's shoulders and neck. The one in back had his arms around the other's middle and was tracing his nails intricately along the exposed torso.
As the air conditioning came on, the candle flared and lit the faces of the pair. Kassadin and Aleksander. The former prince, showcased in the arms of the recently turned lycan, had a rather disinterested or perhaps pained look on his face while the demon smiled innocently as he tickled the other man's chest. The dynamic between the two since their encounter with the lycan pack had been masochistic at best and only resulted because of the prodding of their mutual love. Thrice had been distraught after what Sincerity and his pet had done to the Circus. From killing Kassadin only to have him revive as one of their kind to maiming Aleksander, the Fortune Teller was overwhelmed. Aleks had separated himself from the group afterwards and Thrice wouldn't have it but above all others, the horse-prince avoided him. Enter Kassadin. Thrice made the demon make peace so the three of them could be together.
That had been an interesting foray. Aleksander had been only a shadow about the grounds to begin with, but following the attack he was more a ghost. His humble confidence had been replaced with skittishness after losing the sight in his left eye to a swift kick from the lycan Ancient. In the years prior, he'd looked forward to using his equine form to haul large loads or to take a coworker or patron on a ride, but now he dreaded it. The blind-spot, when changed, was even more pronounced and with the loss of depth perception came a slew of accidents resulting in thin scars Kassadin now traced upon his chest.
After the incident, Aleksander found solace in music, in playing the guitar he kept stashed in the practice tent. Plucking tunes from his past reminded him of better times; of a life before he'd been stolen by Alistair. While the troupe worked outside creating a bustle of noise, the prince could strum a song to take him away and let out what emotions he'd been keeping pent up. Sometimes workers would enter the tent but unless they made to disturb him, he carried on with his actions. That's how Kassadin had initially come to him. One evening, the sky demon approached the prince as he played, trying to get his attention. Aleks had simply set the guitar aside and walked out in response. Three more failed attempts transpired before Kass began to get fed up with the situation. They had been best friends before he became a lycan, and as far as he knew, nothing else had changed except that the love of his life finally loved him in return. He thought the horse would be happy for him but he wouldn't even look at him anymore.
Kassadin was determined to make his canary happy, however, and wouldn't be dissuaded. So Aleks liked music, alright then! Kass borrowed a guitar of his own and went and sat across the tent one afternoon while his former counterpart soothed his troubled mind. He looped the shoulder strap over his head like he'd seen the prince do and grasped the instrument's neck and body. He tensed his face as he tried to think of what to do. Pressing his left fingers randomly on the strings, he ran his thumb nail once down the board. The awful sound that emanated made Aleks cringe and halt the gentle melody he'd been working on. Flashing the sky demon a sour look, the prince slow resumed his song. Kassadin glared back equally frustrated and changed his notes slightly before trying another chord. More of the same dissonance shattered the calm and this time, Aleksander put his guitar down and left.
Despite his initial lack of success, Kass returned the following days and tried to play the six-stringed instrument alongside his friend. Aleks, to get away from the annoyance, changed his location a few times but the sky lycan always managed to find him. One such day, Aleks took a deep calming breath and played a single note, his left index finger pressed to a low fret while the others splayed away to give a clear view. It took Kass a moment, but he quickly caught on that the prince was attempting to teach him. Aleks was extremely patient with the demon as they went through basic note progression and technique. After a week or so, Kass was playing little melodies of his own, simple, but they conveyed everything music could. That's how the two communicated. Through rising crescendos, Kassadin told of his hope that Aleks would come back and join him in Thrice's company, and with a melancholy reply the horse spoke of his despair. After days of this back and forth, Aleks finally followed the demon back to his room.
Ever since, Aleks was swept up in a love affair. Thrice explained to Kassadin that part of the reason for sending the lycan after the prince was because he loved him as well. This upset Kass but the fortune teller reassured him that he was Kassadin's alone, Aleks would just join them. This meant, to Kass, that Aleks was to be another doll, more importantly, a doll he could share with Thrice. They could both dote on him and dress him up. Some evenings, Kassadin would present a decked-out Aleks to Thrice as a present and, those nights alone, the other two could interact without the lycan in the middle. Even with the understanding that Thrice (supposedly) only had eyes for him, Kass was extremely jealous and wary of his friend.
With good reason... Aleks and Thrice had their own tryst going on when Kassadin was absent. Is was when only in the fortune teller's presence that the prince's voice sounded, but even then the words were few. He still never spoke to the sky lycan. Even in the throws of passion, the prince only hissed and breathed deep. Only his canary got to hear the gruff tone anymore. It made Kass mad that, despite their new union, his best friend wouldn't converse with him. There were times when Thrice was out that the wolf forced himself on the other and inflicted severe degrees of pain and pleasure on Aleks just to try and get a sound from him to no avail.
Now, he had the subdued prince in a rather odd getup. It was hard to tell because the fabric was bunched up, but Aleks wore a long skirt rather than his usual dark pants. His chest was exposed as was normal for the toned creature, but part of his face had been adorned with makeup. See, Kassadin had become fascinated by the off-colored blind eye and sought to showcase it rather than hide it like the prince did. He was constantly decorating the surrounding skin with bright patterns or designs that Aleks would have to cover before going out on work. If he forgot a patch or if it fell off while working, Aleks was usually lucky enough to have his hair cover it. He hadn't gotten his locks trimmed in some time and they had grown out quite a bit. Sitting in the dark with Kassadin, his hair tickled the tops of his shoulders now.
The sky demon rubbed at one of the many shallow scars across the prince's chest as they waited for their partner. "I wonder what my canary will want to do tonight. Hmmmmmm." He nibbled at Aleks' ear but the seemingly soulless prince didn't flinch. The only sound in reaction was a gentle clink of handcuffs around the captives wrists, hidden behind Kassadin's neck.
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LostLoveVampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 10:25 pm
It was a simple deal really, one where almost everyone won in some form or another. Much of the Fortune Teller's recent life had become like that. Making deal after deal, trying to keep everyone happy... or at least keep them in some kind of happy atmosphere. His latest deal was between Midnight and Alistair, the two lovers that he lived under.
The young blond lived in Alistair's house in exchange for the occasional reading for a customer and worked in Midnight's house, though thanks to Kass he was not allowed to perform the full extent of his duties at the brothel. If a man was too close during a session, Kass would later smell it upon the mystic and a very long bath with scrubbing took place. The scrubbing was only pleasant for a certain amount of time. A lycan's nose was much more sensitive than that of a human and Thrice could not be scrubbed raw more than once or twice a month. The tears than ensued would just invoke an apologetic coddling from the wolf, which only made Thrice feel even more awkward... especially with Aleks in the room, silently watching as always.
Of course this was all because of a silent deal between the three men.
'It was a promise when he was dying,' Thrice thought softly, having yet another silent argument with himself as he walked down the hallway to his shared bedroom. For some reason he was favoring one leg over the other.
'How does one go back on that when the other resurrects and goes about saving your life again? You promised, Thrice. You gave your word you would stay with him,' the darkly regimented and honorable voice within his head spoke. 'And so I stay. And I shall stay until death comes and takes me away from both immortal beings.'
It had been a strange conversation on a rather quiet rainy day a month ago. Thrice had turned over the death card in a recent reading and Kass had mentioned it. In the most nonchalant way, Thrice finally said it.
"You two are practically immortal and going to outlive me. I'm cursed, but not immortal and one day, not too longer from now, I will die."
And right after that Thrice had stood and left the room to tend to something that Alistair had asked of him. He had no idea what had happened after he left. He wondered if that thought had ever struck either of them. Thrice was mortal and would grow older, less beautiful, and finally death would come for him.
With those thoughts sliding through his head, he reached his door and slowly entered. The small swish of his multi-colored robes was all the sound that could be heard as the boy entered and looked to the two in the corner. As gracefully as he could, he tried to walk as if he were without fault toward the vanity. He didn't want to betray the reason for the small wound upon his ankle.
Quickly, Thrice sat and drew his cards from his sleeves. He set them down, took the jewelery from his ears and neck before looking to Kass and Aleks. As per usual, he did not mention the restraints nor the outfit chosen by his new master.
"I am home," he whispered softly, his silky voice neutral and gentle. The sarcastic wit and edge that used to adorn his voice and readings had been lost a while back and he was not sure where it had gone.. probably the same way as his true heart.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:47 pm
Kassadin's head perked up the moment Thrice stepped onto the hall and if he'd had a tail in this form it would have started thumping hard against the floor in anticipation of the fortune teller's arrival. As the gentle padding came closer, the thinner man's nose scrunched up; there was something off about the gait he knew so well. While his stride was even, he came down softer on one leg as if injured. Had some fool hurt his beloved doll? Kass felt the sting of jealousy begin to pierce his heart and quickly stood. Because of the shackels about Aleks' wrists, the demon was pulled up abruptly as well. Standing, Alek's had a couple inches on his friend and removed his hands from behind the other's neck easily. His arms fell then gently at his sides as the wolf moved around him to be able to get a full view of his canary when he came through the door.
When Thrice entered, both men waited patiently for the golden-haired oracle to acknowledge them and, for the first time all day, a light seemed to ignite in Aleksander's eyes. Kassadin was grinning, of course, immensely pleased that his most prized possession was home once more but he hadn't forgotten the limp he'd heard in the boy's walk. When Thrice's voice finally slipped through the darkness, Kass sprang forward. He slipped behind the fortune teller and wrapped his arms around the smaller's shoulders, pressing his face into the rippling waves of gold. As his chin came to rest at last on Thrice's shoulder, he directed his attention toward the demon before them. "Pretty, isn't he? I usually can't get him in a skirt, but I won this time." Kass chuckled and planted a kiss on the other man's cheek. Aleks just stared at them both, expression unchanging. "Now tell me, love, what happened to your leg?" Where his first words had been light and loving, this question weighed heavily of malice. Heads would roll if someone had harmed his canary.
As the wolf returned to nuzzling the teller's neck, awaiting an answer, a loud rapping came at the door. Aleks started and instinctively took a step back before gathering his thoughts once more and holding still. Kassadin just sighed in annoyance and then sped to get rid of the intruder. He threw open the portal to reveal one of the runners, young messengers whose tasks it was to locate and inform persons of interest. This one was sent for the wolf himself. The airy voice barely made it passed the figure blocking the door, but the words made Alek's heart leap. "Power's out in the practice tent and gardens. They wanted me to get you to come help, sir." Kassadin growled. "Be right there..." He shoo'd the boy off before turning back to his companions with a wistful smile. "Duty calls. Behave now, my lovelies." He slinked out the door and shut it softly behind him, disappearing down the hall whence Thrice had just come.
With the domineering sky lycan absent, the atmosphere was much lighter; even the candle seemed to burn brighter, and as the flames flickered across Aleks' face, it almost looked like a smile twinged the corner of the horse's lips. The mirage disappeared as quickly as it had come but the demon took a few slow steps toward the blonde. It wasn't often that the two of them were alone. In fact, there was hardly a moment Aleks didn't have the lycan's company. Their duties were closely related so they had to team up on most projects and even when they didn't, if Kass wasn't occupied, he would follow the horse around. Standing just before Thrice, the demon's heart thrummed. Were he a dreamer, he might have thought it could be heard through his chest, but really, the only noise other than the hiss of the wick was the harsh clink of his wrist restraints. In spite of the shackles, Aleks reached out and gently cupped Thrice's chin, his free hand trailing behind as necessity. Tilting the fortune teller's head back, the demon placed a soft kiss on his lips. He wasn't sure how long they had, but with a simple gesture like this, he would be content. Near unwilling to use his voice, it was also the only way he really had to show he was glad the boy was back.
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LostLoveVampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 6:15 pm
A sharp pain slid up the smooth, pale leg of the diviner when his master asked of the limp. Of course, there was no way he could get the affliction past the canine's keen sense of hearing and sight. Why should he even be surprised? There was little he could hide from the wolf anymore. Kass could tell when he was tired, scared, sad, or even aroused. According to the lycan, certain smells were near impossible to hide. Over the past few months though, Thrice had learned all he could. He made sure he kept the most important thing hidden.
Aleks.
Before Thrice could conjure the answer that Kassadrin sought, a messenger interrupted them and took the wolf away. Left alone with the prince, Thrice slowly looked to him and then down, his long blond hair slipping in front of his downcast eyes. He was still so timid when it came to these secret joinings, but he would never and could never stop Aleks from advancing.
As soon as the demon touched his skin Thrice felt his heart dance. The fingers guided his head back and soon soft lips touched his own. The young man's dancing heart took flight and true happiness bloomed upon his porcelain features.
No words were needed. The demon had obviously grown used to silence and Thrice never spoke unless it was needed and/or demanded of him. Between the two of them, silence was a language they could live with. The mute language of their lips together was the way they talked. This is how they would converse.
In silence.... In secret.
Reaching up, a pale shaking hand moved over the equine demon's smooth face and cheek. They didn't need blinding and heated passion to show their emotions. They didn't need screams and exaltation of pleasure to know that they made each other happy. All they needed was this moment and each other.
A soft tear slid down Thrice's cheek, the traitorous show of emotion slipping down his pale skin and dropping with a barely audible 'plip' on the satin of his robe. Who was he trying to fool? Deal or not. Promise or not. Aleks was still his prince.
Kassadrin was his demon. They were both a part of Thrice, no matter how he wished otherwise. His heart belonged to both of them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:37 pm
 Aleks' face remained almost grim as he pulled away. He was reluctant to move from the reach of the gentle fingers that played on his skin but he wasn't the type to be overly affectionate. It wasn't that he didn't like affection, he was just hesitant to bestow it; especially thanks to Kassadin. While the demon prince was the stronger of the two immortals, he was also the one that got pushed around. Aleks just considered it a continuation of his curse and didn't fight it. This meant, that should the two lovers be caught by the wolf in disallowed play, Aleksander was the one punished for it. The misbehavior was always Aleks' fault, obviously, because in Kassadin's eyes his precious doll could do no wrong. Even when Thrice protested once, the wolf simply became more rough that Aleks had manipulated his pet to lie for him too.
That was some time ago, though, and things had settled down considerably since. It helped that their three scents had intertwined. Sure, they each still had their own, unique smell, but they each wore all three which allowed Aleks and Thrice to be together without giving away how close they had actually been in the sky demon's absence. Kassadin had been wary of this development at first for that exact reason but it wasn't long before he dismissed it in favor of the benefits it brought. With both his own and Aleks' scent on the fortune teller, potential suitors would be even more hesitant to lay a hand on his beloved. The merits of the horse's kingly essence was too much an advantage to pass up.
Slowly, Aleks let his own hand fall away from Thrice and his gaze now fixed on his partner's. The prince's mix-matched irises were mostly veiled by the shaggy dark tendrils of his hair but they conveyed a degree of concern. Kassadin had spoken of an injury and the horse knew his friend wouldn't lie about such a thing. Dipping his chin down a bit, he silently questioned his love's well-being. While he wasn't one to dash off to Midnight's harem the moment he found out the smallest of their triad was hurt, he wouldn't hesitate to back Kassadin up if he did. Still, if Thrice told him, he'd be able to help him now, at least.
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LostLoveVampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:52 pm
The minute betrayal of emotion was quickly swiped from the younger man's cheek, leaving no evidence of sadness or discontentment. Instead, all that remained was a soft ghostly smile that seemed to fit Thrice and his current entanglement. The soft lips that he always longed for left his own and the only sound that echoed through the room was the small jingle from Aleks' new wrist adornments.
Neither of them knew how much time it would take for Kass to return and direct his dolls in whatever fashion he wished, so Thrice just cherished every second. He made sure to survey the demon and make sure that the latest bruises or marks were healing. The fortune teller was not concerned for the throbbing in his ankle, but for the welts that the shackles were forming on the horse's wrists.
"I'm sorry," Thrice whispered softly as he cupped Aleks' hands and brought them to his lips. Delicately he kissed around the obtrusively metal objects below his palms before gently setting the hands back down. It was not rare to hear Thrice apologize to Aleks after noticing a new bruise, cut, or obviously discomforting garment.
Thrice knew this was all his fault.
It was because of him that Aleks was in this situation. It was because of him that Kass treated Aleks as nothing more than a ragdoll. The mystic gladly accepted this blame and would constantly apologize to the demon for getting him hurt, humiliation, or caged.
His attention was forced back to his ankle when the taller man looked to it. Thrice had to lean on his better leg to keep the throbbing at bay. He gave a very small pained smile before shaking his head slightly. The gold locks he was so proud of slid over his shoulders and around his feminine face.
"It truly was an accident," he explained, barely above a whisper. "The man I was a host for had too much wine and when I tried to help him to the door, I realized too late that he was too heavy. I slipped on a step and just twisted my ankle, nothing more."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:30 pm
[[Hyped on cold meds...lets see how this goes...]]
Just an accident? Perhaps... Aleks nodded silently in response to the boy's story and looked to the door. Kassadin hadn't been gone long but it still made him uneasy not knowing when he might burst back through the door. The prince turned from Thrice and his pained expression to approach the veiled window. Pulling back the curtain gave the man a glimpse of the garden and surrounding grounds. No lamps had flickered yet to life and smoke was rising in the distance. If Aleks had the will to smile he would have; his little trick had finally worked. Several days ago, the demon had crossed a few wires in the main circuit board so it would overload the system if that segment became over-taxed. With the watering system coming online, that did it, and the board for the garden blew, taking out the main tent power with it. It was an all-night task to be sure. Armed with the knowledge that their master wouldn't be back any time soon, Aleks brought his hands before his chest and with a sharp, quick tug, ripped the chain between his wrists.
Freed, Aleks returned to Thrice and knelt. Slowly and gently, he reached out and brought the teller's injured appendage and propped it on his knee. The joint was rather swollen and the demon was wary to touch the reddened skin but he began to massage his foot to try and increase the blood flow. He hadn't missed the twinges of pain in his lovers eyes or in his voice - this injury was more problematic than he let on. Carefully, Aleks moved himself to the side, making sure to keep Thrice's foot level, so he could grip at a different angle. This also brought the exposed leg against his chest. Now, Aleks did smirk as he brought his lips to the pale skin. This level of affection would tip Thrice off that they had plenty of time alone. He placed a few more kisses on the oracle's shin as he attempted to alleviate some of the pain his partner was in.
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LostLoveVampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 4:43 pm
The younger man watched as his prince looked out the window, as if searching for something. For a moment, Thrice thought that the horse demon was going to lose himself in his own mind again. The light haired boy was going to leave him to his thoughts, but gasped when a small metallic snap broke the silence. He looked up to his dressed up lover and felt heat pool within his center as the taller male stalked closer.
The smirk on his lips... the look in his eyes... Suddenly Thrice's ankle was being tenderly rubbed and petted. Kisses were being pressed to the bare flesh of his leg and he felt his heart twinge and stir. It was so hard to resist. Licking his lips, he watched his love and held his petite hands to his chest. His sleeves were covering his hands and only his slim fingers peaked out as he watched Aleks, his breath hitching with every kiss and soft caress.
Pain flared up his leg every one in a while, but the simple pleasure from the kisses mixed with the discomfort and the blonde felt his chest tighten. This was almost unfair. For a moment he felt like Cinderella, being adored by the prince as he slid a glass slipper on to the small foot. It was silly, but seemed to fit into this "fairy tale" world that Kass had placed them in.
"Aleks," Thrice let the name slip from his lips as he reached down tentatively. Then he reached all the way and slid his fingers through the man's hair. His fingers moved behind his ears and massaged right behind his ears, wanting to find the sweet spot that would pleasure his love. Slowly his skirt slid from his knee and began to reveal a milky, pale thigh.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 11:10 pm
Aleks let his eyes close as his lips trailed higher on the delicate skin of his partner. While his intention had been to ease Thrice's suffering through a simple massage, it had been weeks since the two of them had any quality time together and the chance to caress the fortune teller over road even his steely resolve. His left hand tickled its way along the underside of Thrice's leg while his other lowered his foot back to the floor. Soon, his kisses had passed the boy's knee and both his hands smoothed up the sides of his thigh. When the blonde's fingers threaded into the prince's hair and began to scratch behind his ear, Aleks let out a long sigh and then gently rested his forehead against the pale skin. This was what it felt like to be at peace. To be in the presence of another that cares for you and you care about in return. This was so different from the constant tenseness of being with Kassadin and it felt... good.
Drawing in a fresh breath, filled with the soothing scent of his beloved, the prince bestowed the gift of speech. "I missed you..." Though quiet, his voice was rough, gravely almost, and slightly hoarse from disuse. The tone was even deeper perhaps than when they'd first met, too, but it just made his words seem that much more sincere. Unwilling to relinquish the aura of calm, Aleks nestled his head deeper in Thrice's lap.
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LostLoveVampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:49 pm
A soft smile of understanding flitted across the young man's face as he relaxed in his vanity chair and let the demon do whatever he wished. The kisses to his pale flesh and the hands on his thighs made him shudder and the blond tried to school his emotions and keep himself in check. Though he wished nothing more than to throw his whole small body against Aleks and beg him to hold him until he could not longer breath, he of course refrained and kept on the mask of calm and peace. The man in his lap did not need someone demanding anything of him. He needed to be reassured that Thrice was here to support him and offer peace he could take solace in.
"I missed you as well, my prince," Thrice whispered softly as he continued to pet and caress his lover's hair. He slid his skilled fingers behind his ears, over the back of his neck and then back through his silken hair. Though Kass could be ruthless, he kept his pets clean, that was for sure. Aleks' hair smelled of flowers and was incredibly soft. The fortune teller looked down at the man that lay his head in his lap, murmuring "My Aleksander."
The floral robes slid aside, revealing the two thin and femininely shaped legs that held this slip of a boy up. One ankle now sported the swelling and redness from the accident, one still sported a small scar from the sharp claws of a lycan he would never speak of again. That was in the past and they needed never to remember the reason they were in this situation.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:51 am
Aleks slowly pulled back. While the teller's touches felt exhilarating, he knew he was being too clingy and needed to get away for a moment. To his disdain, when he lifted his head from Thrice's lap, he saw a smear of blue and silver from the fae-design Kassadin had painted around his blind eye. Aleks didn't apologize, though, he just stood, relinquishing the other man's leg as he did, and turned away. His expression remained as stoic as always, veiled even so behind his shaggy bangs as he moved to the edge of the bed. Too many more months without a trim, he would have himself a ponytail; both literally and metaphorically. The thought didn't cross the prince's mind, however, he simply fixed his two-dimensional gaze on the floor. There was a churning in his stomach now spawning from an anger at himself for giving into such weakness. He never should have, essentially, grovelled at Thrice's feet. No matter how much he had yearned for the blondes embrace, he shouldn't have indulged himself without the boy's permission.
Looking to the flickering candle, Aleks let out a silent breath. He brought a hand up to pull his hair away from where it'd stuck against the glittery makeup and then began to try and rub away the smudged remains of paint with his palm and forearm. As he left a long streak of midnight along his arm he muttered an idea. "We should get out of here..." Now, whether he meant out of the room for a walk or out of the establishment or their current predicament was up to Thrice's interpretation.
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LostLoveVampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:00 pm
As the prince pulled away the mystic watched him carefully. The taller man seemed angered with himself and at his lack of self control. For a moment Thrice felt a severe pang of sadness because he knew that he was the cause for more discomfort. Not to mention the prince seemed... almost regretful? Suddenly self-doubt slid over the blond and he bowed his head.
With careful speculation, he slowly opened his third eye to the future. His eyes glossed over and he let his heart slow to the point of barely beating. Thrice saw images that pretty much scratched his heart raw. His breath suddenly restricted and he gripped his own throat before snapping his third eye closed.
The boy kept complete control of his mask and he looked up at the other male. A soft doll-like smile remained and he stood slowly, gracefully. He kept calm and composed as if he were a host again. He was soon fell back into the role of submissive mannequin that lived for the will of his consort.
"You have my hand, Aleks. Guide me wherever you wish and I will go," Thrice told him softly, trying to keep the well of emotion and pent up need buried deep within his mental palace. There were so many doors to keep locked and secured now and he was having difficulty. Lately, even the nightmares were returning and he was talking in his sleep again. Though almost rehearsed, the words were drenched in truth and trust. Thrice would go wherever the horse willed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 1:56 pm
"NO!"
The single word Aleks barked out carried with it a sudden surge of hostility even the man himself hadn't been expecting. From the corner of his vision he had seen Thrice's smooth movements following the swift grasp at his neck. He saw the gentle, practiced smile as he rose and the veil of forced emotion as he approached. Aleks hated it. The demon's hands balled to fists and his jaw clenched as his nails bit into his palms. His gaze remained unwavering on the candle because if he turned to his love he would snap. The prince was tired of this 'doll' - he wanted Thrice. Aleks didn't need a follower, another subject, a minion; he needed a partner and he thought that could be the fortune teller but his resolve was waning. Here and there he'd seen glimpses of the oracle's true nature and that's what attracted the prince to the blonde but more often than not, the ornate boy played the role of puppet.
The last real memory that Aleksander held onto of the boy was that catastrophic day in the gardens against the lycans. Though dazed for the latter half of the battle, Aleks saw Thrice truly stand up for himself and those he cared about. The lithe blonde had fought back. It was that image seared into his mind that gave him hope when Kassadin had come calling. If he'd known that instance was so rare an occurrence, he might have chosen differently...
Now, he wanted to grab Thrice by the shoulders and shake the boy until his arms fell off and shout until his voice could not utter another word. He wanted to tell the blonde how foolish he was being, succumbing to every other man's will and thinking Aleks the same as all the others. Didn't Thrice respect him even a little? At least enough to not treat him like some client? Aleks didn't want to lead anybody anywhere! The prince stood as still as he could for what seemed an eternity, drawing deep breaths muffled by the natural ambiance. This is why he never spoke. His words always incited misfortune. If he'd just kept his mouth shut, Thrice wouldn't have replied like he did and he wouldn't wouldn't be on the verge of an outburst. There was no questioning it now, though, he needed to get his aggression out somehow, but not here. Letting out a deep breath, Aleks swiftly but gracefully turned and rushed out the door, dark locks fluttering behind him in his haste.
As soon as he was on the other side of the portal he made for the tents. There was some training equipment there he could unleash his frustrations on. At least now Thrice was out of sight and slowly being put out of mind. Aleks would calm down eventually, and later, Kass will come find him and bring him back. The question remained, though, if the prince would come quietly this time.
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LostLoveVampire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:25 pm
The mask cracked.
The boy had physically jumped when the other shouted at him. He had not expected the other male to suddenly get upset. Thrice thought that's what Aleks had wanted to hear. Didn't he want Thrice to say he would go with him anywhere? He just wanted Aleks to do anything to him. Make him forget the horrible visions he had allowed himself to glimpse. Of course, he had gone about it the wrong way. He had mistaken the demon for all the other men that saw him as a doll.
No, that wasn't Aleks. That wasn't his prince. He wasn't anything like the others.
As the mask shattered and fell, tears followed. The little gypsy felt his heart burst and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by grief, regret, guilt. It was times like these, when he was alone and hurting that he considered what many of his family before him had done. A cursed life was not an easy one. Deep depression, neglect, and madness lead many of the boy's bloodline to taking their own life. It was one of the reasons he was an orphan.
Without thinking twice he suddenly pressed hard down on his injured ankle. Biting his own lip, he applied all of his weight and moved his hip to add pressure. Then there was a slightly audible snap. The boy cried out as he fell to the floor, the pain lacing up his leg immense. However, he felt freed from guilt for a moment.
Some self flagellated. Thrice just opened old wounds and let them bleed. It was easier to hide the scars and blame them on past experiences. As he lay there sprawled on the marble floor in his floral robes, he cried. For a moment though, it looked like tears of relief. Even though the pain was making him dizzy, he felt like he had effectively punished himself. He would not be able to work for a week.
Midnight would be angry. Alistair would be angry. And if they called Cassiol, he would ask for more pain, knowing the doctor would supply it.
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