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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on Jun 9, 2010 1:16:56 GMT -5
[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] The soft purr of his car died as he pulled the keys from the ignition. Sitting in the black trap of heat, he stared blankly out of the windshield. He didn't exactly want to be here at the moment. Which was a first. A stone sat in the middle of his stomach at what he expected to come. Usually he was pretty content with going to Hyoe's house. His hands were still on the steering wheel and the keys. He was ready to start his car again and back out like the wuss he could be. The only problem was that Hyoe was expecting him to be here when he got back from work. He expected a nice cup of tea and for Aubrey to talk to him about whatever it was he needed to get out.
Pressing the brand new silver piercing to the roof of his mouth, he could feel a small twinge of pain. That meant the pills he had taken earlier were starting to wear off. He had expected that so he went by a store and picked up a box of frozen pops. Ice cream was out but the cold treat would soothe his sweet tooth and keep his tongue from swelling too much.
Eventually, Aubrey did open his door and step out of his car, bringing the grocery bag that held his sweet treat with him. Slamming the door shut, he held the bag against himself with one hand, fishing through his pocket with the other as he made his way to the front door. If someone didn't know any better, they might assume he lived there. He had a key and had been over a few times.
Sneaking a peek over his shoulder, he looked around. A heavy silence hung in the air so he made sure to make as much of a ruckus as he could unlocking the front door and heading inside of Hyoe's house. Slamming that door shut, he started to make his way towards his kitchen. He left everything as it was when Hyoe had left earlier that day to head off for work. The only room he messed with was the kitchen.
Flipping on the light, he started to rummage through the place for a kettle after he had shoved his frozen pops into the freezer. He was going to need one soon. Maybe, if he could use the swollen tongue as an excuse to not talk. Maybe they could just sit around, sip some tea, and just relax. Maybe he could forget about the deal he had planned and ignore everything in his mind. He shouldn't be like this. He should just accept what he has and enjoy it while it lasts.
After turning the stove on high, he filled a kettle up with water. Who knows when Hyoe will be home. Aubrey forgot to ask. It was just another day he had called in sick. He didn't want to go to work. Instead, he popped a handful of ibeprofen and saught out Jou-Jou to pierce his tongue like Hyoe wanted. A silver stud like Fakhir suggested. It was eye catching and matched his hair color pretty well - a snow white.
He pressed the piercing to the roof of his mouth again so the pain would distract him from his thoughts. He really shouldn't be messing with it like that. It was brand new, after all, and who knows what could happen. He's only known one other person that had gotten their tongue pierced. It was supposedly the easiest piercing to take care of. What the hell ever. He had to be careful about what he ate. He couldn't even eat ice cream. He'd have to put ice in his tea - that was no fun. He also had to gargle salt water and refrain from putting foreign objects in his mouth. Which might be hard since he liked to chew on the tops to soda tabs. He probably couldn't have lollipops for a while - that's what he was really worried about. That and kissing might be a problem for a little while. He couldn't risk an infection. Hopefully, it would be worth it once the few weeks are up.
He leaned against the counter lazily, his arms crossed over his chest. Unique eyes gazed at the kettle, a small frown looming on his lips as if just staring at the kettle would make it boil faster. As if it would make Hyoe appear any sooner.
Pushing himself off the counter, he walked over to the freezer again, opening it and grabbing the box of his frozen treats. Ripping the box open, he pulled out a cherry popcicle before shoving the box back into the freezer. Unwrapping the sugary thing, he shoved the plastic into the trash bin, making his way back over the counter to lean against it, lazily, once again.
With the cold snack in his mouth, he was hoping to keep the swelling down and the pain away. All that was left was to play a waiting game. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] [/center] Tags: Hyoe
Word Count: Enough
Music: Snuff by Slipknot
Notes: If this post sucks, please keep in mind that it's like two in the morning here =~= [/size] |
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Post by TAKAKURA HYOE on Jun 9, 2010 3:56:47 GMT -5
 ● ● ● ● ● I'm a slow motion accidentLost in coffee rings and finger prints● ● ● ● ● Stars. Stars and the light from the other buildings. That was all his mind really registered as he pulled into the driveway, humming along with the tune on the radio. There was already a car there. Was he late? He had hurried back as soon as his shift was over, but maybe his perception of time had gotten a little messed up on the way here. After all, his mind wandered all the time, and anticipation only served to help it along. Why was he so anxious? It was a familiar place, with a familiar person waiting for him, so why were his insides twisting themselves into knots?
He sat in his car with the engine off and the key in his hand for almost five minutes before realizing that he'd spaced out. Bouncing out of the car and kicking the door shut behind him, house keys jingled on their key-ring as he spun it around his index finger. Maybe he just needed to calm down? Maybe it was the weather? Maybe it was stress from work? All sorts of reasons flooded his head while his hands busied themselves with opening the door. It was already unlocked, of course, but he had forgotten that. There were lights on, and his house wasn't empty. He liked that. When he was alone, it was too quiet. Silence was lonely, and he hated it. So then why did he live on his own?
He pushed the door closed with his back, leaning on it until the latch clicked into place. The warmth of familiarity seeped into him as blue eyes blinked at his 'visitor'. Seeing him always made him happy. Even if it was severely one sided, he didn't mind. In fact, he reminded himself that he didn't mind every time he saw him, even at work. Just to make sure he wouldn't forget.
" Hey! " The elated tone in his voice was so obvious as it left his lips, twisting up at the corners into an apologetic smile. " Sorry if I'm late. Were you here long? " It would have sounded like a normal conversation starter to anyone else. But for him, this was strangely subdued. Any other time, he would have been bouncing. He might have even jumped on his back, a delighted ' I missed you! ' replacing a hello. But not this time. He still remembered why he was here, in his house, waiting for him. It was 'something important'. That's what he had said in his voice mail, anyways.
The tea kettle and everything else had blurred into vague background shapes. He was distracted. He was always distracted, and that was his fault, too. Always. Most people would have thought it was cute. Would have giggled some nonsense about couples and young love, and things like that. But that didn't apply here. Not to them. He bristled a little bit at that thought, disliking the uncomfortable twist in made in the pit of his stomach.
" I thought I got off early, but I think I got held up in traffic. ." Desperation was prying words out of his mouth, The quiet was too heavy. Too unnatural. Why was it like this today? " But I'm not sure. Hrm. . . I think I spaced out while I was driving. "Unsafe, but probably true. He wanted him to say something. He wanted him to do something. Anything. So long as it did something to alleviate the heavy atmosphere. Talking about nothing, like he was doing, wasn't helping anything, no matter how much he wanted it to. So he searched for something, anything he could use to make him talk. No matter how small it might be.
But he didn't see anything. So he just stood, right next to him, staring at the tea kettle. His expression wasn't one he was used to. Neither was the popsicle, though. " Run out of suckers, or something?" Curiosity had a funny way of interjecting itself in the middle of his thoughts, no matter what the situation. I gave his brain something to do. But now was not the time. He chastised himself mentally for being such a scatterbrain. " Er, no. Never mind, that's not important, right? " Focus. He needed to focus, for once in his life, and there was no way he was about to start rambling off about something that didn't matter or make sense. But wasn't it his curiosity that made him so keen on getting Aubrey to do something? Eyes glazed over for a second, lost in some abstract thought again before he gave his head two little shakes, in an attempt to clear it, and refine it's thought process.
The piano was starting to seem like a welcome distraction, but he didn't want to seem rude. So he tugged almost impatiently at Aubrey's sleeve, smiling up at him in an endearing way as his eyes glittered behind his hair. Blue on a backdrop of blue. Still smiling, but his eyes gave his anxiety away.
" By the way, what was it you wanted to tell me?" ● ● ● ● ●
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
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notes: Yeah~, um. . .my brain is tired. =A= Gimme a minute and I should be good.
listening to: hear me out by frou frou
muse:Something that causes super rambly posts. B| |
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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on Jun 10, 2010 3:05:55 GMT -5
[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] The ticking of a clock echoed in the silence that hung around the empty house. He had one arm crossed over his chest, the other raised slightly to hold the cherry fruit pop in his mouth. His eyes slowly danced their way around the kitchen as time slipped by ever so slowly. They traveled from the kettle of boiling water to the floor and then all around the kitchen. Slowly, it started to set in.
A chill moved down his spine. It started to feel like the air was thickening, making it harder to breathe. It was as if silence had become an actual thing, laying it's heavy head down across his chest. He needed noise. He hated the silence. At home, he always had something blasting from his stereo. This once so natural place felt all wrong. It felt alien to him. It was like the first night he spent at his home when he first moved in.
Pushing himself off the counter, he decided to walk around the kitchen. His soft footfalls sounded like thunder in the silent house. Though there was noise, it just made him all the more irritated, all the more anxious, all the more jumpy.
It took him hardly any time at all to finish off the frozen pop. Throwing the stick away he busied himself with making tea. Searching through the kitchen, he was extra careful to pick out the perfect cups for their tea. He really didn't have anything else to do and if it passed time then why shouldn't he? Though, it seemed all too soon he was satisfied with what he found - a nice, black mug and a deep blue one.
The screech of the kettle made him jump, nearly dropping the mugs. So close they came to smashing into the ground and having it rain shards across the floor. So close. But he was able to save them before it could happen. Quickly, he set the mugs on the counter and went to the stove, moving the kettle off the hot plate and onto a cool one, turning the stove off. He didn't need to accidentally burn down Hyoe's house.
Glancing at his watch, he started to wonder if he made tea a little too soon. What if Hyoe wasn't on his way home yet? The water would grow cold and that wouldn't be good for their tea. Sighing, he pulled his iPod from his pocket, put the ear phones in his ears and then started to blast some hard rock straight to his brain. He slid the iPod back into his pocket then dug through his other one, pulling out a small white bottle.
Pressing the palm of his hand against the top of the bottle and twisting, the cap easily came off. He tapped a few of the little white ibuprofen into his open hand and quickly popped them into his mouth to swallow, not caring about how many fell into his hand. It looked to be about three or four. Shrugging it off, he closed the bottle and slipped it back into his pocket.
He slowly left the kitchen, his hands in his back pockets. With rock blasting from the buds in his ears, he began to wander the house. Suddenly, he realized he didn't know the place as well as he thought he did. He only knew one thing by heart and it made him feel horrible. No wonder the people that saw Aubrey thought Hyoe didn't mean anything to him. A frown replaced the neutral line that had once sat on his lips.
He slowly made his way back to the kitchen after giving himself a tour of Hyoe's house. He pushed himself up to sit on the counter as he listened to time tick by. It quickened a little but it still seemed to take forever. He distracted himself by listening closely to the lyrics of the song that his iPod chose each time. Staring at the ground, he looked high as he pictured his own little music video. Occasionally, he would think about what he needed to ask Hyoe. Or his thoughts would skip to 'what if he shows up drunk?' And then the air would feel as if it's grown colder and another rock would find it's way to sit in his stomach or he'd want to leave or at least lay down until he successfully distracted himself once again.
After a long while, he decided to get another frozen pop. Sliding off the counter, he quickly walked to the fridge and pulled out another wrapped treat. He could feel his stomach grow cold already and it pulled at the corners of his lips slightly. Sweet snacks always made him smile a little. Without wasting any time, he pulled the plastic wrapper off the orange popsicle and threw it in the trash before perching himself on the counter again, quietly sucking on the cold pop.
His music was so loud, it blocked out every other noise that could have been heard. Like the sound of Hyoe pulling into the driveway and him getting out of the car minutes later. His eyes still remained on the ground as Hyoe came into the house. He only looked up when he felt the presence of someone he often looked forward to meeting.
Except this time, knots just twisted in his stomach and he just wanted to back out. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. He just wanted to forget it. He didn't say a thing, didn't even smile. He had no idea why he was so nervous all of the sudden, why he wanted to leave. This was inevitable, anyway. Sooner or later, he would come back to this very thing. He might as well get it over with now.
Slowly sliding off the counter, he tugged the ear phones out of his ears and turned his iPod off, shoving it back into his pocket. Greeting Hyoe with a simple nod and a forced smile around a freezing cold teat, he let him continue on talking, shrugging to his first question. "Were you here long?" He didn't want to seem rude so he kept that fake smile plastered on his face and the orange-sicle in his mouth, he wasn't feeling up to a real smile. He honestly didn't know if he waited long. He lost track of time and of the songs that had swam into his mind.
He turned around and grabbed the kettle from the stove, pouring the now lukewarm water into the mugs he had set out and then he started to search for tea packs. Every now and then, he would turn his head to glance at Hyoe so that he would know that he was still listening. So he wouldn't be completely rude. The only reason he wasn't saying anything was that he didn't want his voice to give anything away. He didn't want Hyoe to worry. Aubrey was bent on everything going smoothly for now.
"I thought I got off early..."
He was starting to sound desperate. Looking at him again, his lips forming a small 'o' around his frozen pop. It was starting to make his lips go numb but he kept it in his mouth. Only when Hyoe made note of it did he take it out. "You can say dat," he said, his words coming out funny from the numb mouth. But, as he spoke there might have been a flash of silver thanks to his new tongue piercing. He just shrugged a little as Hyoe brushed it, turning back around to place the tea packs he found in the water.
After he had done that, he turned completely around to face Hyoe, finally giving him his full attention as he tugged on his sleeve. That smile was just too cute to ignore. An adoring smile brought life to his features as a fondness for the blue-haired man before him sparked in his eyes. He gently pushed the bangs in his eyes away to see the blues better.
The smile faded a little after he had brought up what he was there for. He didn't want to talk about it at the moment. Instead, he grabbed the blue mugs, handing the blue one to Hyoe, and started to make his way to the main room. "Later, let's just.. relax? You can play me a song on your piano if you want?" He looked at Hyoe once more, his eyes seeming to beg for a distraction. He didn't want to talk about what was on his mind. Not right now. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] [/center] Tags: Hyoe
Word Count: Enough >.<
Music: Snuff by Slipknot
Notes: Again, don't blame me if the post sucked x.x It's laaaaaaaate and.. Yeah. [/size] |
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