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Post by alek van saar on Jan 25, 2008 23:38:53 GMT -5
Alek knew better, and knew that Trevor wasn't going to let him get away with him trying to ignore him by the look of that smile that he gave him before the elevator doors closed to seperate them between two steel doors that closed together. He found the closed space elevator as a sanctuary since there was no one but him in there. Him and the rancid, yet ectacy smell of copper blood. Also the lame elevator music that he wanted to listen to all day by just pressing button after button and just laying there. He'd probably even fall asleep in the elevator if he didn't fear the idea of getting raped again, but this time by someone he didn't know at all. It was a big fear that he wasn't going to risk taking, so he just leaned against the back of the elevator and took in deep long breaths as the elevator made it's way slowly to the fifth floor. It wasn't that far up, so the creaking of the wheels and chains of the elevator went up to the fifth floor rather quickly, yet the time went by very slowly. The slower it went, the more he felt like he was going to fall or was falling like he did when he fell out the window. It was bad enough that he felt like falling when the elevator was going slow and he wasn't going near windows ever again.
There was now an everlasting feeling that he would fall out of one again.
The last thing that Alek wanted to think about was the idea that Trevor would follow him up and wait for him near their hotel room. Why he would do that, he didn't know, and he didn't really want to know why he would. Alek just waited for the elevator doors to open, and he would go back to his room and take a shower. That was the first thing that he was planning on doing, and he was set to throwing these clothes away so that he wouldn't have to put up with the blood stains and the blood sheathed fabrics. Looking up at the deep olive coloured elevator ceiling, he could feel the little box shake a little and he clenched onto the wooden railing on the inside of it, and he waited for the doors to finally open. It was about time that they did. Once he felt it lurch to a stop, and the doors open with a weird creek, he stepped out of the elevator, and turned on his heel to go to the hotel room when he froze in his step as soon as he was going away from the steel doors. There he stood staring blankly at him, and he just aknowledged the eighteen year old with a look and then turned his head and walked on down the hall. If he was serious enough about ignoring him, then he was going to do it. There was no way that he was going to break his will to ignore him.
So Trevor thought that just by appearing in front of the elevator would make him say something to him? No, he wasn't going to break his will to not talk to him that soon. Walking to the room, he went in and went straight into the bathroom to the left of the front door. Closing the bathroom door, he walked across the smooth marble floor while he pulled the bloody t-shirt over his head to reveal his blood tinted chest and the scar going down the center of his chest. It looked disgusting, but better than it did when the glass and blood were oozing out of it. Leaning over the tub, he turned on the hot water, and turned on the shower. He felt the water for a moment, and it felt really good on his weird feeling skin. The fall made him feel like he was just so disgusting. So, he finished pulling off the rest of his clothes and got into the walk in shower. Closing the door closed after quickly grabbing a near by clean towel from a table counter. For all that Alek knew, Trevor would be waiting out there for him with that evil, mocking smirk. It scared him, but it wasn't going to make him go 'What's up with the smirk?'. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 26, 2008 0:27:36 GMT -5
Hmm. A stop and a look, then he left again? So maybe he was actually serious about ignoring Trevor… He’d hoped at least maybe he would have startled the other by meeting him at this floor, but he’d merely acknowledged his presence and then turned his head away. The smirk was ripped right off his face and it was replaced by a pouting look of annoyance. He didn’t like to be ignored, and that’s just what Alek was doing a damn good job of. He just barley showed signs that he knew Trevor existed, but that was it. He didn’t do anything or say anything that showed a sign of not being able to go through with the whole dumb ass ignoring thing. He didn’t figure Alek would actually do it, but he was. Trevor’s dark eyes watched the older male with interest as he walked straight into the room with no intension of turning back.
Trevor crept along the wall, carefully following in the other’s footsteps. He removed the cigarette from his lips and carefully looked into the room as if someone was going to hit him over the head with a heavy object if he even dared to set foot inside the hotel room. Dark eyes found the sight of the room to be empty, but the bathroom door was closed. Since this was not normal, he knew Alek was in there, and as he walked further in he could hear the water being turned on and then the head of the shower being turned on. Trevor’s mind couldn’t help but wander as he looked at the bathroom door. He knew the fall and the shards of broken glass probably affected his body in an unpleasant manner, but he was sure the male’s body was still pretty fine. He clenched his teeth together as he ran his fingers through his hair and tried to distract his mind. God damn his thoughts and hormones. He turned away from the door and took another deep breath, dragging the toxins of the cigarette into his lungs once more to finish the cigarette. He tossed it out the window and smirked slightly, but then the sound of the running water came to his ears again.
He rested his hands on his stomach and forced the smoke out of his lungs as he still stood by the window. He could see the blood on the glass from when he’d touched it with the tips of his fingers. It showed a bright red in the warm afternoon sun and he looked at his hand, turning his face to face the ceiling. Small cuts could be seen on the tips of his fingers and blood was dabbed on his palm from when he’d curled his fingers into a fist to stop the bleeding. Dark eyes looked over to the door, waiting for Alek to come out. The shower couldn’t get over soon enough. Usually he’d be happy to have a long shower because quite often he shared a shower with his close friends, but now he wished it to be over. He didn’t like being ignored… “Alek…” the male’s words were a slightly softer tone, but loud enough to be heard over the water. He knew exactly where the male was, but they called for him as if he didn’t. The words had a questioning sound to them as they hung in the air for a moment, no response was given. He didn’t expect to get an answer but hoped he could at least get the male’s attention.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 26, 2008 1:06:42 GMT -5
Standing in the shower, he just stood there and let the water rush down his body and warm up his skin as if it'd actually work. It wouldn't really matter since he was already actually 'dead' to begin with and dead bodies didn't get all warm from showering. Though, really all he wanted to do was sink down to the bottom of the shower and just sit there. Letting the shower head beat water on his head in single streams that made up one big puddle at the bottom. Alek wasn't going to sit down though because this was a public hotel, and there was no telling as to what feet touched the bottom of the shower and all the un sanitary things that touched the bottoms. Not to mention if someone used this hotel as a honey moon, and that just sent him panicing in the shower as he popped out of his little daze of not paying attention, and already the water was getting fairly cold and he was getting use to the heat. Leaning forward and having water go down his back now, he turned the heat up more on the knob, and he pulled back and looked around in the shower for some shampoo first and he finally found the bottle of the gel-like substance.
Squirting the liquid into his hand, he ran it through his hair and then just let the soap sit into the strands of hair. That was until he could hear the faint call of his name. What was that? Listening closely into the sort of questioning tone, he realized that it was Trevor's voice. The tone of it seemed to have softened by a great deal, and he wanted to respond with a 'What do you want?' in some sort of cocky voice, but he knew better than to because then he would have talked to him. His goal right now was to ignore him for as long as he could manage before Trevor cracked. Sighing very loudly in his throat, he closed his eyes as he rinsed out his hair and he ran a hand through the wet locks carefully with his long artistic fingers and he made sure all the suds of the shampoo was out of his hair before opening his eyes and grabbing for the bottle of liquid soap and he poured it into a waiting wet rag that he had in his hand. Finishing off the shower by washing his body and especially over the scar that showed on his chest like an annoying bump. He couldn't take his hazel like eyes off of it as he finally just brushed it off and just rinsed himself off and finally turning off the water and grabbing the towel.
Drying himself, he quickly dried his hair and let it fall into perfect place in layers on his head in good wavey masses, and then he wrapped the thick white towel around his waist, and held tightly to the edge to keep it there. It was then that Alek realized he was stupid enough not to bring in clothes for him to wear, and he wasn't going to wear the same under garmets, so he just opened the door and flipped off the light. Walking into the room with his towel securely on his waist and covering basically everything besides his chest. Alek could care less to show his body; even with the little scars on his back and arm from the small shards of glass that had embedded themselves into his arm, and then the ones that were jagged into his back. It was brutal really, but all through his he walked by Trevor without speaking and grabbing his stuff and pulling out a quickly put together outfit. Leaving his stuff out, he walked back into the bathroom and put on his clothes quicker than it took him to get them out and ready. Now he was back out into the room, being quiet, and reorganizing his things. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 26, 2008 2:54:52 GMT -5
He heard the heavy sigh leave Alek's throat which meant that he'd been heard, but the other still refused to speak with him. He plopped down on his bed, sitting among the piles of clothes that were ready to be packed away in his other suitcase. His sore fingertips brushed over them and sifted through the piles, still not finding his wallet. God damned thing. It didn't really have anything in it anyway. He ID, small amount of cash, a picture of all his friends, probably an old movie ticket... Nothing special, but it just bugged him that he couldn't find it. He usually always had the wallet on him whether he needed it or not. Maybe Ale had seen it-- Oh that's right, Alek wasn't talking to Trevor... He wanted to just whine and beg Alek to talk to him again, but he knew that wouldn't help. Despite the fact that being ignored annoyed him, he didn't really want to beg either. That was what kept him from doing it more then anything else. Even though he was loosing the war, this battle wasn't yet over and he could still win... He just didn't want to have to beg the other. Alek would come around before he'd have to take desperate measures.
Dark brown eyes looked up with interest showing in them as the bathroom door was opened to reveal the shirtless boy with the white towel wrapped around his waist. Eyes followed him as he walked across the room in silence and completely ignored Trevor. Then he gathered together an outfit and disappeared back into the bathroom. As the other was hidden behind the bathroom door Trevor jumped off the bed and leaned himself up against a wall, but only fell to the floor to sit. He shuddered a bit, seeing the gorgeous body that was now littered with small scars from all the glass. Then there was the larger scar on his chest-- Ehh! He stopped thinking about it and ran his hands from his chin to his temples and then through his messy black hair. His fingers got caught on a knot and he carefully eased it out of his hair and bumped the bruise on his head. He breathed in sharply to make a soft hiss sound and carefully pressed his fingers against it as if he could push it back into his head and make it go away.
Eyes rose up once more to gaze at Alek. He was now fully dressed, leaving a lot to Trevor's imagination unlike before when he's come out with a towel around his waist and that was it. Alek didn't say anything at all, just stayed quiet and started organizing his already organized things... Unlike Trevor, Alek's things were pretty well-kept... but that's because Alek wasn't going to be hauled away for murder when his mother arrived... He carefully stretched his arm out and pulled a drawing pad from underneath some of the clothes on his bed. It was a 10 by 15 drawing pad, nice size in his opinion, and was very commonly used. He flipped too an empty page in about the middle of the book and removed his pencil from the spiral on top of the notebook. He began to draw, his eyes gazing at Alek every once and a while as the silence crawled under his skin. "Why are you reorganizing everything? Are you moving out too?" the male asked, doubting that anything like that had crossed his mind... but he hoped asking him that might at least get him to yell. It was better then silence. Truth be told, he'd rather have the other yell at him then ignore him. He felt like he was with his father again... when the two weren't having a good time, Trevor was being ignored.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 26, 2008 13:46:58 GMT -5
He wasn't packing up his things to leave the hotel room and leave Trevor completely, since that would be the same thing that Trevor was threatening to do, and by the looks of it wasn't actually going leave now that he had the one person that he just pushed out the window ignoring him. Really, could you blame him for ignoring him like this? What was he suppose to say in response to getting pushed out of the fifth story window? Start apologizing for his part on calling Trevor stupid? Most definitely not because then he'd have to talk to him, and then Trevor would probably be all 'Damn right!', and he didn't need to face another cocky attitude phase from Trevor in the same day. One was enough with the pain he went through falling out of the window. It still hurt like hell, and he now how scars to show to people or to talk about a story about what happened to how he got them whenever he had his shirt off. Like a few minutes ago when he came out of the bathroom without much of a thought about being out there in noting but a towel in front of Trevor. The boy didn't do anything, so he wasn't worrying to much about it anymore. He had more important things to than to worry about his scars now. But he knew he'd have to explain them to who ever saw them that wasn't Trevor.
He lifted up a few pieces of clothes, and put it on the side. Folding them more since they had fallen out of place. Maybe not in a huge noticeable way since Trevor asked that question, but for Alek it was messed up since he had to dig for the right outfit. Which was a dark crimson red plaid shirt that was button up, and it sort of looked like a lumber jack type of style thing, but it wasn't intended for that type of facade. A pair of tight skinny jeans that were of a very dark blue, with a pair of socks on his feet. A winter styled jacket was pulled on overtop the shirt, and he had it opened. He wasn't that crazy to zip it up when it wasn't really that cold outside. Sure it was winter sort of still, but it wasn't that cold today to wear it. Alek was planning on wearing it anyway. For alot of people it'd look like the whole 'gangster emo' thing, but he would simply shrug off any remarks of disgust to his style since he wasn't looking for someone's opinion. What he wore wasn't going to be judged, and even if it was it didn't affect him in any way at all as he went on with taking out clothes, and folding them over again before putting them back into the suitcase that he kept all of his things. Everything. The black and white picture of his whole family when he was fifteen, the year was 1898. He was surprised it was still in good condition, along with the other pictures. The one of just his mother, and then those of his family in single pictures. He hadn't let anyone look at them. Especially the one of him and Veronica after they got through to America over one hundred years ago. It was a good day then.
Stopping on the picture, he pulled it out and set the rest of the stack of pictures on the side beside his suitcase. Zipping up the suitcase, he eased it back over into the corner that he kept it in. It was the only bunch of stuff he took with him everywhere. Setting it down, he made his way and sort of shrugged late to what Trevor had asked him. The shrug wasn't exactly talking to him, but he'd probably take it as a start, and would try to take it to his advantage when really he wasn't going to actually say anything. Anyway, Alek didn't consider a shrug talking to someone anyway, and he wanted to put more pressure on Trevor by shrugging at that question. Then he'd think that he was going to leave him too. Maybe that was what he needed to crack maybe since he already seemed to not be in a very angry mood and instead of a rather quiet one, and now he was the one asking many questions. Weird how things shifted between the two so quickly. Going back to his bed, he laid down, and propped himself up with the pillows agaisnt the back of the wall that was at the head of the bed.
Alek leaned forward, and picked up the pictures and started to look at them. It'd pass the time, and help him not talk to Trevor. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 26, 2008 14:29:43 GMT -5
Trevor watched him quietly, and let his pencil decorate the boarder of the paper that he planned to draw on. He usually styled some sort of border around the paper so that he didn't have to draw to the edge. He liked filling space, but hated drawing on the edges. So most of his pictures had some kind of draw, decorative border around them as well as a picture. Dark brown eyes were pulled away from Alek many times, but they always made their way back up, especially when he was looking at a picture. From the angle Alek held it, Trevor could tell who or what the picture had in it, but it was black and white. He watched the male silently, as the pictures were set in the suitcase except for one that was set aside as he zipped up the suitcase again. Trevor wanted to ask what they were, but knew he'd simply be ignored. There wouldn't be any words from Alek's mouth...
Teeth fit together inside of his mouth, allowing his jaw to tighten as he held his tongue. In a strange way he wasn't exactly being ignored because at least Alek knew he was there. His old man wouldn't have done anything if he'd been asked a question. He would have just continued drinking his beer and sitting on his fat ass. Alek at least did something. He'd stopped and looked up when Trevor met him on the fifth floor, sighed when he heard his name, and shrugged when he heard a question. He wasn't being completely ignored; he just wasn't being spoken too. He didn't consider a shrug speaking either, but hey, there was some progress. He wasn't going along as though Trevor didn't even exist. That was always a good thing... He may have thought he was making progress, but now didn't know if that was a yes or no to his question. He was left to wonder if Alek was going to leave or not... A shrug could go either way. It's not like he had said possibly, or maybe, or no, or yes eve. Those were answers that at least would lead him to come to a conclusion. Now he was hung, wondering if Alek was going to leave or not. Absently he chewed on the inside of his lip as he watched the other lay his head at the far side of the bed. Away from Trevor.
Trevor crossed his legs and slouched a bit as he watched Alek just focus silently on the pictures. Dark brown eyes dropped to the paper as he turned it landscape style and began to draw the other as he lay on the bed. It was something that he could do to take his mind of the eerie silence that filled the room. Trevor hated silence because he never knew what the other was thinking. When his father yelled and screamed at him, he'd known that the man was mad. Now however, even though he could assume that Alek was mad and have the feeling that he was 99.9 percent correct, it still bothered him. What was Alek thinking? Was he not going to talk forever? Was he waiting for Trevor to leave before he started talking? What was going through that head of his? A heavy sigh left his lungs and he had the urge to light another cigarette, but they were all the way over on top of his suitcase and he didn't want to reach that far...
He let the pencil glide across the paper making smooth gray lines. He carefully drew the male's shoulders and where his arms came down around the pillow that he propped himself up on. He drew it a little big, so that only half of him would fit on the page. He let his eyes wander over the male's figure and he toyed with his tongue piercing as he concentrated on drawing. He let it clink softly against his top teeth as a concentrating habit and kept his eye focused on the paper as he carefully added detail to make the figure look more like a human body instead of like an oval with arms. His pencil made quiet sounds against the paper that could be heard in the silence of the room. Dark eyes were focused on the paper for a good amount of time before he actually looked up again. When he looked up he took in the detail of how Alek's head was directed. It was away from Trevor, but not so much that he could still see the face looking at the pictures.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 26, 2008 22:33:48 GMT -5
Looking at the picture of him when he was younger with his mother, it made him conciously smile to himself as the black and white picture seemed to bring him some good memories. He looked weird as a young boy since he had an old fashioned shave of the hair, and he was rather on the chubby side because his cheeks were round and not so defined as they were now at 'nineteen'. In the picture he had a cheekish smile plastered on his face and was wearing some ridiculous outfit. It was when he was only seven, so what more could you expect from an 1890 photo? He had on a pair of dress slacks that looked old and faded even in the black and white photo, and then a buttoned up shirt that was buttoned all the way up. Looking as if it was choking the poor boy, but it wasn't and he had the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, and his badly put together shoes on. The picture showed sort of what he went through, but he held a smile still. His smile wasn't fake since he didn't see the harm in his strong alcoholic parents. His mother had on thick layers of skirts, and a corset that was laced up to where she herself could barely breath. It was just him and his mother, and Alek liked the site. He looked like his mother, and not like his father. The man who was sort of short and round-ish. Something that you wouldn't have expected.
Glancing from the corner of his eyes, he turned his head very slightly to see that Trevor was now content with drawing something on the notepad. Though, there were a few glances at him and he let his smile slowly vanish. So he was taking his time to draw a picture of him? What was so interesting about drawing Alek looking at some pictures? He wanted to say, 'Why are you drawing me?', but didn't and instead tried to concentrate on the pictures he had in his hands still. Concentrate! , he said to himself in his mind as he let his head sort of hunch back down over the pictures and flipped it to the next picture in the small thin stack of them. Veronica. Veronica Beaumon, the dark haired beauty that had caught Alek's eye more than a hundred years ago. She had long black hair down to the center of her back, and it was sort of cut into un even edges, and straight. Her bangs were cut simple across her eyes, right below them, and she could always be found wearing it like that, or down in a very low ponytail. Light eyeliner was found around her bright emerald eyes, along with a lone, silk lined choker securing her neck always.
The picture had Veronica in it, sort of looking really 'goth' with how she wore her dress and layers of skirts that she wore in it. Looking at the picture it made tears swell in his eyes, and come to the corner of them. He didn't want to get emotional, and held the picture close to his face in order to sort of mess up the picture for Trevor. Alek wanted to scream as he sunk suddenly into the bed cushion and threw the pictures away from him. Because his bed was closest to the wall, he threw them at Trevor, and they went far enough to land near him as Alek turned onto his stomach, and burried his face into the pillow. The pillow was a white fluffy sheild for him, and it protected him. From what, he didn't know fully, but hid him from Trevor, and being like this actually made him mad and he wasn't crying. If he was crying, it'd be more like dry tears, and it was stupid. Muffled by the pillow, there was a low audible sentence of one word. 'DAMN!' was what it was. Sinking his fangs into the pillow, he just laid there motionless, and making it seem like he wasn't breathing. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 27, 2008 0:38:26 GMT -5
Trevor was involved in focusing on the paper and didn’t notice that Alek had turned his head ever so slightly to glance back at him. If he had noticed, he would have checked it off the list as another step closer to not being ignored. Face it. The kid could take ignoring Trevor, so he had proved that he could not talk to Trevor, but he hadn’t been able to completely ignore the guy ever since he’d given that look. It was impossible to actually ignore the male because he made himself noticed usually, and then got involved in things that drew attention. As he was now; he was just drawing Alek, but that would grab anyone’s attention if someone began to draw them... His eyes rose once more to find that Alek had turned his head back around but had changed position ever so slightly. His head was hunched down a little bit more which caused his shoulders to change. Trevor’s lips pressed together in a small sign of annoyance as he hadn’t expected the male to move. He erased the very light pencil marks and adjusted the placement of the shoulders and arms, as well as his head. Bleh. he thought to himself with a frown as his pictures changed completely with one small movement. He erased a little bit more and drew some of the lines a little bit darker to finish off the body. Now he just had to add detail to Alek’s head and add in the wrinkles of the sheets were he lay. They were small, but very important elements to make a picture look realistic. He already had shadows of the body but still needed to work on the mattress in the picture.
After fixing the picture he looked back up to find that Alek had moved again. God damn that fidgety little bastard. He wondered if Alek knew that Trevor was drawing him… for he seemed to move at rather convenient times. Just as he finished fixing it the male would switch his position and when Trevor looked up everything would be completely different. He ripped out the page in the notebook and crumbled it into a ball in his hands. He thought about throwing it at Alek, but instead e calmly set it at his side and began drawing Alek as his body and head rested in his new position. The pictures were held close to his face and he was still hunched down a bit. Just as Trevor’s pencil touched the paper Alek threw the pictures and they landed about a foot away from where Trevor had set the crumbled up piece of paper that had once been a portrait of Alek. He picked up the pictures and looked at them very carefully. His hands had never been so gentle, for he thought by touching these pictures he may have hurt them. They looked so old; he couldn’t imagine what effect had been used to do it. Their clothing looked so real he didn’t believe someone had gone through to make it a set up shot. He sifted through the small stack and he laid eyes on the ‘gothic’ beauty. The breath was nearly taken out of his lungs. She was absolutely gorgeous. He would have to talk to her if he ever saw someone like here, alas, something in his mind kept him from doing anything when he saw this picture.
Despite how angry Alek looked as he buried his face into the pillow, Trevor moved a bit closer to the side of the bed on which he laid. His motionless body laid so still it didn’t even look as though he was breathing, and Trevor just wanted to poke him with his pencil to make sure he was still alive. There was little doubt that the other male had actually passed on just then because hell, he’d survived a five story fall. He couldn’t just pass on for no good reason. He was strong then that, Trevor knew it. He carefully moved himself onto his knees and tossed his pencil back over to where he’d been sitting. “Hey…” Trevor said quietly, keeping his hands on the edge of the bed, not daring to touch Alek after that random out burst of strong emotions. He wasn’t afraid that Alek would hurt him because he’d never seen the male become violent, but still. Just as a precaution he kept his hands away. “What’s wrong? And don’t you even ignore me this time…” his words at first had seemed curious, but then he added in his last comment that sounded forceful. He was curious as to what was wrong, but he didn’t want to be ignored any longer. It was driving him insane.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 27, 2008 1:57:20 GMT -5
Alek opened his closed eyes, and stared at the empty white of the pillow cushion, and he just laid there. He didn't pay mind to the fact that Trevor had invaded his things and looked at his pictures. Though, he wouldn't have minded one bit as long as he didn't bend them the wrong way because then they would have dented and possibly broke into a million little pieces of old photos. They were over a hundred years old, and he was lucky to have kept them in that good of condition to be able to decipher who was even in the picture. And they were the only pictures besides the ones in his head of what his family looked like since they were gone and dead now. And he wasn't. He was alive, and sort of well in the emotional category. In other health things, he was perfectly fine despite the scars covering and coating his skin like icing, and then his mental health. That had long since gone with his parents alcoholic addiction of drinks.
Anyway, with his emotions, he was the whole 'broken hearted' guy from all the little crushes, and then with the whole 'in love' thing with Trevor. Well, he was still in love with Trevor, just not open about it. What would it look like if he - the vampire dude that got regularly beat up by Trevor - admitted that he was in love with him. He would probably look at him funny and then laugh at it. Or just say 'Yeah right!'. Their feelings were indeed mutual and sort of on the same level, though Trevor's might not have been as deep and severe like Alek's. His were a love feeling, and Trevors... he didn't know what they were exactly, and at the moment he wanted to know about them in a weird way. He had just been ignoring Trevor, and he knew that he really didn't want to talk to him yet, but knew he'd probably anyway. Oh wow, he ignored Trevor for a really long time. About a half hour was really long. Reimaging the picture back into his head, he could see Veronica's face on the pillow where he was staring at. It was scarey really.
Hearing words being spoken that weren't his, he shifted on the bed finally from not moving at all for that little while and pretending not to breath. What was up with Trevor today? One minute he was so furious with him for calling him stupid and then ended up pushing him out the window without of an apology himself. Already Alek wasn't doing a good job on ignoring the other male, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to pull it off that good anyway. Trevor was really complicated and a complete mystery to Alek because he was like a dark room when you had a single candle. It always seemed to go out when things went rocky and he couldn't understand Trevor, but lit back up when Trevor and him were on equal levels and he could understand him slightly. Pushing back on the pillow he lifted up his head from the pillow and still didn't look over at Trevor, and simply shook his head and locks of deep brunette hair fell into his eyes and covered his entire face. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 27, 2008 3:43:08 GMT -5
The pictures to Trevor had been fair game. They were thrown and he just happened to be within reach of them. There was no need to worry about Trevor causing damage to the pictures because something about them stopped him from even looking as closely as he wanted too. He was afraid they'd break in his hands the effects were so good. He knew how to age pictures as they develop, but holy shit Alek had done a good job with those ones. They looked really old and Trevor had been so careful with them. He didn't know that they really were one hundred plus years old, and if he would have known it he probably wouldn't have touched them. He would have just stared in amazement. Now however the pictures were not his main thought. He wanted to know what had caused such an outburst of a reaction from the male. He just randomly threw the pictures and forced his face into hiding. What the hell? Trevor thought he had some emotional issues, but at least Trevor would tell you what was wrong. He made things very clear when they were wrong, usually. When he was packing earlier he didn't...
Trevor's feelings for Alek were a deep, lustful physical attraction and he used to think they were good friends. Now he doubted that a little friendship a little bit, but still wanted his way with Alek. He couldn't say that he knew Alek loved him, but he thought that at some point before today he might have either felt the physical attraction or a crush. He couldn't say for sure, but whatever it had been, he was sure it was gone as of a half an hour ago. He stayed close to the bed, hoping that maybe he could get Alek to say something. The quietness between the two was driving him insane and he wanted to just rip his hair out.
Dark brown eyes watched as the male finally moved, and a silent breath of relief left Trevor's throat. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding his breath. Still Alek didn't say anything, but he moved away from the pillow and lifted his head. No second glance was given to Trevor as he shook his head. The long brown locks fell over the features, hiding them completely from Trevor's wondering eyes. Trevor moved his tall figure up onto the bed with Alek and glared at him. "Don't shake your head like that." he snapped at Alek as the male still didn't say anything, just kept his vocals quiet. "That's not an answer to my question... Shaking your head." he spoke quickly and let his lips part for a moment before closing them again. Soon enough his mouth was open again and he was speaking. "What do I have to do to get you to talk to me?" the male said in pleading tones as his hands grabbed fistfuls of the fluffy winter jacket that Alek wore. This time he didn't grab the other in anger, but simply to not allow him the chance to move away from him. Trevor didn't want Alek to leave; he just wanted to be spoken to again.
"Do I have to tell you why I was leaving?" he asked, dark brown eyes falling away from the hair covered face for a moment but brought them back up as to not show that weakness that he felt. The tightening in his jaw was obvious as the muscles flexed within his mouth. He wanted to stop talking, but more words forced themselves right out of his mouth. "Do I have to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?" he asked, fingers wrapping tighter around the jacket's material as he pulled Alek closer to him. He stared forward to where he knew Alek's eyes were, and spoke tones just barley above a very soft whisper. "Do I have to tell you how hard it is to not force you down right now and kiss you? Not to have my way with you?" his words weren't carefully chosen, hell, he wasn't even thinking about what he said. All he wanted was a reaction. He wanted to hear that voice again. He didn't want to just hear himself begging and pleading. He didn't want to be ignored to whatever extent it was going.
"Just tell me what I have to do!" Trevor yelled at him as he let go of the jacket like it was burning the flesh of his hands. His voice may have been raised up quite a few levels then from the soft whisper, but it wasn't angry yelling. This yelling held that pleading tone in it, and just before he hid his eyes behind his hands that look was in his eyes again. Not fear, but worry. A lighter level of fear was worry; for he worried that Alek would never speak to him. He would continue to force Trevor to feel these horrible feelings of rejection. He covered his face with his hands and moved away from Alek. He pinned his body up against the head of the bed and just kept his face hidden from sight so he could get the tears to go away. They threatened to fall from his dark brown eyes and if they did it would be the first time in long, long time that he's cried. He didn't want to cry because that was weak. He didn't believe showing tears was showing strength... If he did, that would mean Alek is the strongest person he knows, and he knows that's not true. "Tell me something-- anything...." he moaned into his hands and didn't remove them from his face until he was sure the tears were gone from his eyes. He pulled them away to reveal the still dry cheeks and makeup less face. His dark brown eyes watched Alek and teeth bit the inside of his bottom lip as he just sat in silence. His fingers shook a bit, but it was very contained since he moved his hands to rest them between his knees. His knees hid his hands which in turn hid the shaking.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 27, 2008 15:01:31 GMT -5
Alek was sort of releived when he wasn't suffocating himself in the pillow. It wouldn't have killed him exactly, but he just felt awkward. He was in control of Trevor in a way, but in another way he was just the little puppy that is terrified of his new surroundings and doesn't know what to do. Doesn't know anything, and has his tail between his legs yet again. It's always him, and now it was sort of switched, but he could tell that Trevor was fighting the possibility of being the weak one out of the two. Alek was suppose to be the one, and he himself knew that he was the weak one in a weird sense. A vampire wasn't suppose to be the weak one though, but that was his flaw... a major flaw that wasn't leaving him. Feeling a tug at the back of the jacket he wore, he felt his face sort of go stiff and he got a confused facial expression suddenly as he recalled what Trevor was saying to him.
Was Trevor really saying that? Yes... yes he was, and it scared him almost as he listened to those words that came from the eighteen year olds mouth. Really, he was cracking way more than with just Alek throwing those pictures and getting the whole flashback again. It was worse since he had it just happen to him less than an hour ago but with someone else. Okay, now it was his turn to be shocked with the other person. Maybe Trevor was shocked when Alek was talking back and being all tough and now sort of ignoring him, but now it was Trevor who was all emotional. Offering to tell him the reason why he was leaving after he was giving back attitude about it and not wanting to tell him in the first place. That was really out there and it shocked him, but he kept his face sort of stoic. He was just going to let his friend ramble on and on and offer things. He wasn't going to keep the other male stalling, and going really out of character as he continued to listen and sort of be pulled around as his ears caught the sentence that really pulled him up to look at Trevor finally.
"Trevor..." He started in a very low, and whispy voice that seemed like he was out of breath and just really light. What was he to say about that though? In responce to what Trevor finally sort of confessed to that really did take his breath away as he had waited a moment to say his name because he had lost the grasp from Trevor so suddenly. After saying that one word made him forget what he was even going to say in the first place as he tried to force himself to turn and look at the other boy, but he had his face covered. Sheilded behind his fingers and hands as if he was about to cry his eyes out and that worried Alek as he shifted on the bed. He faced Trevor and furrowed his brows together in the center as he clenched his hands into a light fist on the bed spread. He shook his head at Trevor as he saw him take his hands away from his face. The vampire was still debating on what to say to Trevor right then as he moved on the bed again to be closer to Trevor as he studied the male's appearence.
Anyone would think that he was some sort of trainwreck by not having any make-up or his hair fixed and stuff, but it just let you see him all natural and honestly he still seemed flawless and beautiful. Keeping that thought in his head, he bit the inside of his cheek as he took in a deep breath. "You don't have to tell that Trevor, really you don't," That didn't answer his inquired sentences, but it was a start. Inhaling again, he wanted to just lean forward and kiss Trevor since he had sort of admitted to wanting to do something with him, but then again he didn't know if he should. Would it be right? Most likely not, so he was going to stall and talk before maybe scaring him and kissing him. "Well, you didn't have to do any of that since you already went really out of your character there, Trevor," He chuckled lightly to try and put a lightness in the air.
Scratching the side of his neck, he opened his mouth to speak again as he looked at Trevor. The boy who sort of confessed to having the first sign of a possible crush by having a physical attraction. It was a good enough sign for him to want to try something, even though he thought twice about it. What if he kissed Trevor and he ended up getting rejected for it and getting pushed away from it. Or maybe he wouldn't? It was a risk that would set him over the fine line that was between them, and get him over it and closer to the male, or get himself pushed further away than he already was by calling Trevor stupid. "I think offering all of those explanations was something good enough to do, and I appreciate it that you even did that. You might not have wanted to, but... yeah," He rambled before looking away for a moment and then just taking the chance since he had it. Trevor's hands were around his throat yet, and they didn't look like they'd come up and hit him so he leaned forward and dared to risk and get thrown out the window again by pressing a brief kiss on his friend's lips.
The kiss wasn't long, just brief. Alek pulled away kind of quickly in the fear of getting slapped still. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 27, 2008 15:54:05 GMT -5
Trevor had heard the soft words form his name, but for that moment he still kept his face hidden. He couldn't cry... It was way too out of character for him. It was already weird that he was begging Alek to speak to him, but if he cried... Everything that made him would just fall apart. He wouldn't be the same person if he cried. Crying wasn't what Trevor did and he hoped he never would. He tried to control his raging emotions and couldn't tell anyone what he was feeling because there were so many things swirling inside him. Finally he took his hands away to see Alek moving closer to him. Trevor didn't move, just kept himself away, as if he was trying to shrink down so small that no one would see him. He just looked at the other with those dark eyes of his. There were no tears threatening his eyes, which he was glad of. There were no tear streaks showing that he'd cried. He'd been able to force the tears back so they were unseen.
Trevor bit his bottom lip with a soft grip to keep it from quivering as Alek took a deep breath. He took sucked in some air, but held it there in a slightly nervous way. He almost didn't know what Alek was going to do. He wasn't worried about being hurt, but he wasn't quite sure if Alek would say anything. He'd gotten a lot closer and seemed to study Trevor as if not believing he'd just said all that, but that didn't mean that the older boy would speak. He might just get close and then go away from him. Trevor almost expected something like that to happen, but he waited for a moment and nothing happened. Trevor was so worried about the fact that Alek might not say anything to he almost bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. He let go of it, and his jaw dropped a bit as Alek spoke. He'd not been expecting the other to say anything, and then he went and said that he didn't have to explain after being so defensive earlier. Lips parted a bit to speak, but Alek inhaled again and let more words roll off his tongue.
The words that came from the other's mouth were obviously said to make the air about them a little lighter and it worked a bit. A small smile tugged at the corners of the eighteen year old's mouth as the other male chuckled. It was a good attempt, but the smile didn't remain very long as Alek parted his lips to speak again. Trevor wanted to say something so badly, but bit his tongue as to allow the other to talk. That's what he's been wanting all this time and Trevor was biting back words. He wanted to say something so bad it wasn't even funny, but he just kept the words hidden and silenced so that his friend could speak. He didn't want to interrupt the voice that he'd longed to hear for a half an hour now. More words were formed and Trevor really only half listened. None of those words had been important but it was at least good to know that Alek was speaking to him again. He knew he'd win, but if you sum it all up, Trevor had to beg to get Alek to speak. He had to get to the point where he would have spilled his guts to get the boy to speak. That might not be considered victory in most people's minds, but this was Trevor we're talking about. He's quite the different guy if it hasn't been noticed.
Dark eyes watched the male as he looked away and he thought for a moment that might have been his chance to say something to Alek because now the other was quiet. Lips parted a bit to speak but any words that have might even been thought to come out were cut off as Alek moved closer and allowed their lips to meet. Trevor's first reaction was to push the boy away from him and keep his muscles tensed a bit, but his mind went blank and he realized it was a kiss. His muscles still remained a bit tense, but any sort of reaction was gone. He couldn't really lean into the kiss because Alek pulled away rather quickly. He blinked a few times and there was a very quiet moment between them before Trevor looked up.
His dark eyes gazed at the other male that had pulled away, and for the first time in a long time his eyes were very calm. There wasn't anything creepy about his eyes because no anger lurked behind the calmness. It wasn't like before when he was calm, but that inner anger still lurked. His body relaxed a little bit, and the messy black locks fell into his face a bit as he turned himself to look more at the other. Trevor didn't say anything, but very carefully moved closer to Alek. His dark brown eyes were locked onto the face of the other as a predator’s eyes might locks onto its prey. He sat in front of Alek and his hands grabbed hold of the shirt jacket again, but in a somewhat gentle way. He wasn't forcing Alek to stay here this time, and he wasn't angry either. He just held onto the jacket to pull him close, but if Alek wanted to leave the chance was there. He brushed his lips against the others and for a brief moment he waited for a reaction before pulling on the jacket a bit and bringing the two of them closer. He pressed his lips to Alek's and kissed him deeply. He had one hell of time controlling himself, but he did it, and only kissed the other. This kiss was longer, and harder then the first, but still had almost a gentle quality to it. Trevor usually wasn't gentle when it came to anything, but he knew how the two of them were when it came to anything. Alek would back away, or just simply deal with it, and Trevor would become angry and hurt the other. It was a very strange relationship these two had, but in some odd way it worked.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 28, 2008 21:50:57 GMT -5
It still did shock Alek that he spoke to Trevor again so quickly since he was so determined just a few minutes ago to not talk to him. To not let whatever emotions that got in the way not to get to him, but he let it anyway, and it made him feel like he completely lost the battle. But if you look at the saying he might have lost the battle, but there was still the war of the whole make-out thing. It’d probably be weird since they were both sort of the controlling one, but maybe Trevor was more of the person than he was but it was still a big major thing to consider. It just shocked him so much that he and Trevor were even doing this. Well, they weren’t doing anything since he had pulled away and said nothing in the thick cloud of silence that suffocated around them. The next thing that poor Alek knew was that his jacket and shirt were fisted up into the hands of Trevor as he sort of acted forceful and that scared him. A thought of being forced into something he didn’t want seemed to shake him up for a moment. Though, in a way it wouldn’t have been a rape since he would more than willingly do anything with, or for Trevor at this moment. He was only thankful that the other male hadn’t been forceful with him because then he’d retaliate and lock himself in the bathroom scared.
Tilting his head down to look at the hands fisting at the fabric and he swallowed before looking up in time to feel Trevor kiss him back. This kiss wasn’t the same as the one that he’d given him a few minutes ago, and it was harder and deeper, and just a whole lot better even though he wasn’t a huge fan of those big sloppy kisses since they got too messy. It was weird, I know. He enjoyed those short ones that aren’t exactly pecks on the lips, but just gentle kisses that mean more than just someone sucking on your face with their mouth. It gave him goose bumps, and he’d probably scream and run away saying ‘cooties!’ You don’t believe me, and then bet him that he wouldn’t and he would. Alek would care less, but he’d probably wouldn’t if it was with Trevor since he’d withstand his icky fears like that for him because he loved him that much. Keeping his eyes wide open in the kiss for the first few seconds since he realized it a tad late, and found himself blinking and letting the other’s mouth move against his motionless one. It was weird, but finally he came to and let his eyes flutter closed and he sort of cautiously kissed him back since he still didn’t know if he was going to end up getting hit by surprise by Trevor all of a sudden during the kiss. It’d suck if he did though.
Taking his own fisted fingers away from the bed comforter, he eased them away slowly before locking his hands onto the other’s shoulder as some sort of support as he pulled his own body closer to the eighteen year olds. Letting the fisted clothes guide him straight into the other, and he smiled behind the kiss briefly as he returned it and allowed his lips to move against the other pair with a slightly more softer touch. But he had some roughness I guess in it since he wasn’t going to seem like a weakling when it came to something like this. Sure the only girlfriend he really had was the ‘gothic beauty’ or Veronica, and then the rape from his older brother. Not a good combination exactly, but still it was there so he sort of knew what to do maybe. Alek bent his knees underneath him so that he was sitting on his calves, but he inched closer and closer to the other as he tilted his head sort of into the kiss as he took another risk by letting the tip of his tongue moisten the fine edges of Trevor’s lips. Sort of outlining the ebony haired boys lips in a precautious manner. God this was sending his hormones on a big rush of a big roller coaster, and he was getting a small head ache from that small thing when the fall didn’t even do that to him. Alek wanted to understand the feelings since he hadn’t felt them since he was with Veronica, and now these feelings were for some person of the same gender and he wasn’t use to it. He was sort of persuaded away from something like this, but it obviously didn’t help.
Now what were they going to do? What were they going to grow from this little even though brief, make out session? Maybe it’d give Trevor something else to argue and throw punches about, but Alek didn’t know and was hoping not to find out even though what’s been done had been done. He wasn’t going to pull back though. [/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 29, 2008 15:49:52 GMT -5
Trevor hadn’t meant to cause fear this time when he grabbed onto the male’s clothing. He just simply wanted Alek closer, and if it wasn’t already noticed, everything Trevor did was a little rougher then most. He was used to people who could handle his roughness, but backed off when he got too much to handle. He didn’t want to scare Alek away, so he didn’t do much more then pull him close and kiss him. The way his hormones were going, he’d probably had Alek pinned against the bed by now and pulling his clothes off, but this was on a normal day with a person who liked Trevor’s rough sex. He didn’t know how well Alek would react to such a thing. As for now, he was fine with a kiss. He’d just wanted Alek to talk to him, and not ignore him. The kiss was better then ever expected. He hadn’t thought such a move would be made, but he was glad that it was. It was a better thing for the gentler of the two to set the pace. Trevor might give Alek a heart attack or cause him to go into shock and die from a seizure if he came onto him too much at one time.
He could feel the hands rise up and cling lightly to his shoulders as support to pull the boy closer. Trevor’s grip on the clothes loosened a little bit as Alek pulled himself closer using his own arms. He lightly let go of the material that he’d been holding onto, and dropped the hands a bit, as to hold a little bit above the bottom hem of the winter coat, and significantly closer to the jeans that covered his bottom half. He held the fabric tightly in his fingers just to keep the other close. Trevor felt the smile and almost laughed. Alek had been determined not to speak to him not that long ago, and now their lips were locked in a kiss, and their hands held tightly to one another’s body. It amazed him a bit that they had switched the situations, but he was really glad. Not just because his longings were being satisfied but just because he did like that Alek liked being around him, or at least tolerated his presence… He couldn’t be so sure which it was, but he guessed it was a little more then toleration because he’d made the move that Trevor would have, and Alek didn’t seem like he usually did that… Or, in all likely hood, his style was just a lot softer and it made him seem much more like that. The kiss livened up a bit as he was kissed back. There was still Alek’s gentleness in the kiss, but a bit more roughness to match Trevor’s style. In a weird way, Trevor almost liked the gentleness that Alek had to him. He may be a very rough person all the way around, but the gentle actions were different. Most chose to match his roughness when in this kind of situation, and someone ended up getting hurt, but in the best possible way. Shamelessly he was able to say he’s had six ... maybe seven partners. He only added the extra because there may have been one he had and he couldn’t recall the occasion. He’d had at least three girlfriends (not at the same time of course), and the rest were same sex partners. As for that extra one, who knew who they were… Not him by any means. He would however defend himself because some would say that was a lot of people to sleep with. He didn’t just sleep with random people… They were either people that he’d known for a while and felt that physical attraction too, or were people that he’d been going out with. He wasn’t in anyway a slut; he just had needs to satisfy at times. Since he’d only known Alek for a little while, this was a little out of character but hell, he’s all out of everything that seems normal for him. His ‘natural beauty’ is showing a little too much without his make up and styled hair, he would have confessed to Alek, and now was being gentler then usual. Technically, he wasn’t even the same person in this day…
A small, amused smile threatened to pull the corners of his mouth up as he felt the sensation of the tongue outlining his lips. He stayed close, making it obvious that there was no rejection of the action. Lips parted ever so slightly to allow Alek’s actions. He kept his hands in place near the bottom hem of the coat and kept his dark brown eyes hidden behind closed eyelids. He wasn’t thinking of what would happen between them when this ended; he was focused on enjoying the moment since he had wanted it since he first laid eyes on the older male. He couldn’t help it, but he liked his friend in ways that ‘good’ friends probably shouldn’t.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 29, 2008 21:54:18 GMT -5
They weren't going to go far... or atleast that was what Alek was telling him. By the way that Trevor was talking about his urges and stuff, it seemed like it'd be something hard for him to not do something more than just making out with Alek. And by the feel of it Trevor had sort of calmed from the vampire's soft and gentler kiss that he gave Trevor. He never would have thought about that happening, and it made him feel warm in his stomach of accomplishment for some weird reason now. Alek didn't like roughness, or when it came to kissing atleast. He was so use to being gentle since he just had girls he was with, but the few guys he had been with were decent but still not rough like how Trevor started out. Like he was thinking a second ago though, it just mattered that the kisses weren't rough. Never did he say or want to say that he didn't like other things to be on the rough side; even if he did cry easily.
The clutching hands on his jacket seemed to release, and they traveled down lower and rested securely on his hips. It made him feel really good and comfortable to know that Trevor was getting into this and not getting turned off and wanting to be away instead of close. Resting his hands idly on Trevor's shoulders, he pushed his head further back and locked behind his neck and allowed his fingers to toy with the unstyled strands of hair at the back of his head. It was just something to occupy his time with this. It was either to move his hands up and to the hair, and tug at it, or go down to his chest or waist and put equal pressure and pull them closer. Though, then if they tried to get closer by below their waists one of them would have to get on the other's lap since they were both tall and sort of lanky, so there wasn't much to do. And even if this was going to go further, it wasn't like he was one to rush into things that quickly.
The addition of the tongue didn't seem to drive Trevor away from him, and that was a big boulder off of his shoulder for a moment. It was a wonderful feeling of being up in a cloud when he could feel the other's soft, tasteful lips part ever so slightly and that was a good sign. A very good sign that he was daring to take a bit control over the kiss by a big shot, but he didn't. Or atleast not yet again. He allowed his own tongue to sort of push pass the slightly parted lips and into the cavern of wet obyss that tasted a whole lot better than the lips alone. Long artistic fingers intertwined in the black locks of hair as he ran them into the other's hair and he sort of gave a tug at the hair. Which sort of tilted the head back a little, and that allowed a bit better action. Alek let his hormones take over in a bliss of a moment as he suddenly inched as close as he could get to the guy without taking his hands away from the hair and away from the kiss. Along with the hands that stayed on his waist. [/size][/font][/color]
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