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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 29, 2008 22:49:04 GMT -5
He didn't know why he felt that way about the gentleness in the older male, it was just different. He wasn't used to the sweet kisses that came from the other and it was kind of nice. No doubt it would not stop him from being the rough character that he is, but for now he enjoyed it. Different was good, and the thought of these two even being in their situation was different in itself. A human being able to make a vampire fall to his knees and cry? Wouldn't it usually be the other way around? Probably with normal people, but neither person here was in anyway normal. Now, if Alek tried hard enough he could make Trevor extremely upset, but he would not let himself cry. It wasn't going to happen. Not in a million years. He hadn't cried in a while and he wasn't going to start now.
He wasn't turned off by any means. He wanted to be closer to Alek, but that was almost impossible. One would have to be on the other's lap to get any closer, and then they would not be able to be any closer then that. The younger male mocked Alek's earlier movements and folded his legs under him so he could stay close but still sit comfortably upon the bed. The hands that had been sitting on his shoulders ran up to his neck to toy with his usually styled black locks. Now they lay without much purpose, other then to cover his head. There was no gel in them, nor was there hairspray. Just his medium length black hair that was layered and naturally thick and soft. The hairspray usually took away from its softness, but he has gotten so used to styling it everyday that he felt weird without it. His natural beauty wasn't seen as beauty to him. He just felt naked in a way. The movements caused a slight shiver to run down his spine and he sat up a bit at the feeling, but kept his hands on the other's hips and didn't dare part their kiss.
Lips parted a bit more to allow to invading tongue into his mouth. With almost a welcoming attitude. Teeth gently teased the tongue, but with no intensions to cause pain. His own tongue traced the taste buds and let the smooth steel of his lip piercings brush against the sides as he pushed the other out of his mouth. He had begun to work his way into Alek's mouth when the hands tangled into his ruffled hair and pulled his head back a bit. His lip curled up for a very short moment as the slight discomfort was caused but the good sized knot on his head. The look quickly left his features and the corners of his mouth were pulled up just ever so slightly to allow a faint smile to show on his face. A genuine smile, not that creepy smirk that he'd showed off when he'd glared at Alek only so long before. A very faint, but honest smile had forced its way onto his lips and then he leaned back into the kiss a bit, fighting the hands that tugged a bit at his hair.
His hands inched away from the hips he'd been holding onto and in a gentle manner he traced the seams of the pants that separated their bodies from one another. His fingers were very careful and he followed along the stitching with a practiced precision. They finally pulled away from the material and rose past his waist, letting them run up the male's stomach. Over the shirt though, for weird feeling lurked within him; not that this was weird but just a feeling that he didn't quite understand. The image of the scar on the male's beautiful body was seen in his mind and it nearly caused him to pull his hands away, but his fingers merely tensed before rising up to the exposed skin of the neck. Fingertips traced along his jaw before resting on the sides of his face. The skin was soft beneath his hands and he would have pulled them closer if they could have, but this was as close as they could go. His thumbs gently pressed against the tender spot just underneath his ears, wondering if there would be a reaction. Trevor's neck was really sensitive, but it wasn't the case for some people.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 31, 2008 20:56:17 GMT -5
It kind of had slipped his head when he tugged at the hair on Trevor's head. The bruise was long since out of his head, but after he was down tugging at the locks of hair he remembered and sort of held remorse in doing that. He might have sort of liked the idea of being a little rough and stuff in that type of manor and stuff, but when you thought about it a second time, he knew he shouldn't have done that to Trevor. The eighteen year old human who had recently pushed him out of the window, and could very well do it again if Alek chose to piss him off enough next time. A quick route to getting pushed out of a near by window is by calling the Senior 'stupid'. Might not sound like it was enough, but if he was your friend, then yeah, it'd be. Or atleast Alek thought him and Trevor were still friends. This kiss wasn't going to effect anything major with them... or was it? Now more confusion sunk deep into his skin on his skull.
The hands, instead of staying low at the waist, made their movement up over his stomach and it made him sort of suck in at the pressure of wondering hands. Then the hands seemed to run over his chest area where the main big scar was and that was now a big sensitive bundle of nerves bunched up there, and he held in a gasp that wanted to escape past his lips because of this. Alek tensed up around his shoulder blades as he could feel a slowly rising pressure below his ear and it made him gasp inward. Causing his mouth to open a bit more from gasping, and he found himself searching for some form of air to suffice for it, and plus things seemed a bit too overwhelming at the moment. Like it was just a dream. Maybe Alek had fallen asleep in the shower and was dreaming this and would wake up with a 'big problem' to deal with before he left the shower. But no, there didn't seem to be a way out of this besides to pull away and face reality of to what was going to happen next.
Deciding to pull away just because he wasn't even going to go far, and he wasn't going to pressure anything and plus he needed air to breath in order to live. Well, oxygen and blood, but whatever. Those were the only thing he needed, but whatever. Alek loosened his grasp on the locks of hair, and pulled away slowly from the tongue that had been invading inside of his mouth instead. It was weird had it had switched so easily, but very nice at the same time. A feeling of warmth sort of left him when he pulled away, and let his hands sort of fall to his side as if there was a new boundary that he couldn't cross anymore after seperating the kiss so suddenly like that. There should be some understanding for why he pulled away, but now he was at a loss of words and he didn't know what to say now. The corny responce would have been to say 'Wow, that was amazing', and he wasn't going to go and say that out of the blue after breaking the kiss. Staying quiet seemed to fit his facade at the moment, and Trevor would understand it since he was often quiet at times. Simple as that. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 31, 2008 21:27:36 GMT -5
He wasn't bothered by the pain, just a slight discomfort like, if you've ever been stung by a bee. It stings for the first few seconds and then just swells up and itches like hell. His head didn't exactly itch, but the feeling was only there for a second before it went away and left him to just feel the hands tugging his hair a bit. Not too long after this moment, the grip loosened and he just guessed the he'd seen the look that crossed over Trevor's features for that split second. He wouldn't do anything harsh for that small action, because he's pushed against the bump on his own account, so he wouldn't be mad at Alek for something he'd done as well. The knot on his skull would heal and level out by tomorrow if he didn't pester it anymore. He was used to pain you could say, be it intentional or not.
Trevor's hands were careful as they made their way over his chest, knowing what lurked underneath the clothing making the area sensitive. There was a gentle sort of movement with his hands, but they applied the light pressure by Alek's ears and caused him to draw a breath inward. Lips parted and the male pulled away from the kiss., now completely letting go of Trevor's hair and forcing the male to draw his tongue back into his own mouth instead of roaming the other's. Trevor removed his hands from the other male's face and sort of pulled them close to his body, but didn't show a look as if he'd done something wrong. He had just been experimenting with the older boy and the outcome of his action wasn't as good as it could have been. He drew his fingers into his palms a bit, curling them but not into fists. He drew them in to show that he wouldn't try that again.
An amused smirk remained upon the male's lips as there was a moment of silence that seemed to swallow them whole. Both boys had been surrounded by the silence as neither really knew what to say since the kiss had been parted so quickly. Trevor would have ended things a little smoother, but then again Alek hadn't been 'experimenting' with him. Alek's movements had all been cautious because Trevor was volatile. Alek wasn't and Trevor wasn't afraid to be bold when it came to making such a move as to test for a sensitive area. However, no he regretted trying such a thing because the kiss had ended rather abruptly and they were surrounded in a silence that was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. The small, amused smirk remained on the male's features but he didn't say anything for a moment. His fingers rose up to touch the male's chin and move his head a bit to see those eyes one more time. The smirk ceased to vanish and he got off the bed, leaving Alek there. "I'm going to turn on some music and get something for this beast to eat. Any preferences on music? Want anything to eat?" he asked, as he stood three feet from the bed and patted his small stomach. He acted as though nothing had happened between them, but there was a different look in his eyes. Almost a happy and lighthearted look. The smirk seemed as though it would never disappear and he just wandered away a bit, going along unphased by their make out.
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Post by alek van saar on Jan 31, 2008 21:50:41 GMT -5
It was abrupt, and just really sudden, but oh well. It was the first kiss that they had shared, and instead of being confident when it came to it like he should have been, Alek was cautious and carefull with his actions. Really, he probably could have tried to a bit more of a reaction from Trevor since he'd have to say something in order to get the other angry enough to push him out the window or punch him. And he wasn't going to be saying anything while they kissed unless he was going to try and be all 'talented'; which he kindly and openly wasn't when it came to kissing someone else. Alek was actually sort of scared of Trevor to a point that was unexplainable since the boy didn't seem to have a nice spot that stayed unless you knew the trick behind it. And Alek hadn't really learned it since he could always come back around him in an angry mood and so, he couldn't prevent it all the time unless he followed him around. That'd just make him even more angry though.
Trevor seemed very unphased by it. There wasn't some weird personality that followed afterwards, and he seemed really kind of calm after it and didn't make some weird comment about it. That was good, right? Right? It had been forever since Alek had even been with anyone, so he had to refresh his memory with things like this. Watching as Trevor got off the bed and moved away from him, Alek stared at the eighteen year old in astonishment. Maybe he shouldn't have since then it'd be even more weird, but he quickly wiped it off his face as he sat there on the bed. Folding and bending his calves underneath his thighs, he sat there with his hands now flat down beside his legs on the bed while he looked at the definitely younger male. The silent was broken when Trevor finally made some conversation. It was definitely an action that Alek was lacking, and he sucked in a mute breath of air deeply, and listened intently to the words before finding something to say to that.
Thinking about it, he licked at his lips as to get the lingering taste of the other's lips that were only moments ago pressed closely against his. "Any music is fine by me, and as for food, uhm... I guess I'd be able to keep down some tea?" He shrugged his shoulders as he moved on his bed and started to let his perfectionist side come out as he tried to flatten out the bed spread that was now wrinkled up and in his eyes 'messy'. He had major OCD with messy rooms, and messy things of anything. Looking down at the now straightened out bed spread, he looked up at Trevor and tried to sort of act the same and not be so phased, even though it was all that was on his mind. The kiss, and just that moment. And then it was back to a flashback of being pushed out of the window, and he shrugged off the thoughts and images as he smiled at Trevor. Not matching his smirk, but a sort of a devious smile was plastered on his face. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 31, 2008 22:25:45 GMT -5
Trevor was a kid that was hard to understand. his mother and father would have admitted it, teachers would admit it, hell, his counselor didn't even understand the kid and she'd been questioning him for seven and a half years straight, going on eight this coming June. Talk about a confusing person to get into, eh? He was like a brick wall when he wanted to be, and he could be as easy as an open book. Now, usually he was a brick wall, but when he was drunk or when he was tired he was like an open book. Catch this kid when he's half asleep or has consumed too much alcohol for the night and you'll be able to learn anything. Those are the only times when you can actually figure anything out about him. Luckily his counselor doesn't know this trait about him, or he'd be so easily invaded it wouldn't even be funny. People like her were demons in Trevor's mind and he only made her life hell. He hated being questioned and when she pissed him off, she suffered. Usually he just stormed off and she called his mother. Other times he freaked out and scared her. He'd never hit her though. He wouldn't hit a girl, no matter how mad they make him.
Trevor stood still as Alek began to speak. He rested his hands on his hips after running his fingers through his hair in an annoyed manner. He felt so weird not having all those styling products molding his hair in all directions. He listened to the words, glad that Alek didn't care about the music, because he was in the mood for Finger Eleven and something told him that's not the band Alek might have come up with if he'd chosen something. "Alright then. Tea it is." he said as he dropped his hands to his sides and walked calmly across the room. He pressed his finger to his bottom lip for a second as dark eyes scanned the piles of things sitting about. It wasn't messy in his opinion for everything was in neat piles, but damn he couldn't find a thing. He dropped down to his knees beside his suitcase and unzipped it again. He tossed some things aside and a pouting look crossed his face for a minute as he thought of his mother's arrival. It hadn't been long since she'd left that message. He still had a few hours before he needed to either leave or explain things to Alek. A heavy sigh left his lungs and he stood up again, not hinting as to what thought crossed his mind. He pulled out his iPod and set it in the iHome after choosing Paralyzer. The song began to play and Trevor's hand rose to his lips again. He absently chewed on his third finger nail as went to make some tea and make himself a sandwich. Now his thoughts were flooded with the nervous thought that his mother would be here.
His nervousness was dulled a bit as he saw that sort of devious smile lurking on those beautiful lips that belonged to the older boy. Trevor's hand dropped back to his side again and the smirk widened a bit, but didn't even out into a smile. He still had that certain look to him that a smirk held. Still, it wasn't that evil look, but a happy look with a little bit of Trevor added into to. Trevor had his own addition to anything normal and this smirk was a perfect example. "Well I’m not paralyzed, but, I seem to be struck by you. I want to make you move because you’re standing still--" the words were formed by his lips, but no sound came from him. Trevor wasn't that good of a singer, and he usually only sung when people weren't around or when he was drunk. He did a lot of things when he was under the influence and he was a total goofball.
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Post by alek van saar on Feb 1, 2008 9:43:50 GMT -5
Alek wasn't thinking much on what the song was, as long as it was something that he'd like. If he didn't like it, he'd probably say something about it even if it did get on Trevor's nerves. Today just seemed like a day that he could really care less what he said to Trevor and if it got to him. He just knew what not to say to him so that he wouldn't get pushed out of the window again. Though, if he did get pushed out of the window, it probably wouldn't be as bad as it was the first time since it was already broken glass, but then again he'd probably get deeper cuts this time around since there was already sharp shards of glass that stuck out at the rim of the window. He didn't like to listen to country music, or anything too loud and stuff since it'd give him a head ache and it just wasn't the type of music that he grew up with how others would probably say. 'It's not what I grew up with, so I don't like it that much'. Though, he didn't know what he'd like since he grew up over a hundred years before this. 1883 seemed like it was longer than it really felt like since he lived since then... or, didn't. Whichever term you wanted to use for it.
By what it seemed like, Trevor wasn't repacking his things to leave Alek. Even if he did try to leave him again, he'd probably try to stop him from leaving. He didn't need someone else he cared about leaving him. He'd probably even confess and tell him about Veronica. The girl that no one, besides him, knew that he was going to marry. It was his fiance. She just left him, and because he had such strong feelings for Trevor now, and the fact that they even kissed for that matter made them stronger and he was more comfortable with them. Not as afraid to admit to having them in front of him. Now he had some sort of figuring that maybe the eighteen year old liked him back. Maybe, just maybe he liked him the same way or in a similar way. Not exactly love probably, but that was how Alek felt for the human. It was weird using that term since he wanted to call himself human, when he wasn't. He hadn't been for over a century, and it was annoying to know that he could lose Trevor to necro's law just because he was human and he wasn't going to be imortal like him. Then there was the thought that the dark haired male wouldn't want to be some blood sucking vampire, so yeah.
Alek let his eyes watch Trevor walk over to his bag to get out his iPod and get the music fixed up, and he smiled as he watched the little device play out music by Finger Eleven. If he had to choose a song by them, it'd probably be a different song than that since this song wasn't exactly his favourite one, but it was still a good one nonetheless. Staring at it for a bit longer than needed, he turned his head to see Trevor fixing the tea and kept the sort of devious smile on his face. It was a new thing for him and it seemed like it was working out pretty good for him since Trevor wasn't laughing at it yet, and hopefully wouldn't laugh at it. "What are you going to get yourself? Or do you want me to get something for you?" He asked him with a slight tilt of his own head as he sort of watched his friend do whatever it was that he wanted to do. The devious smile stayed on his face and he let it widen a little as he watched Trevor lip sync to the music. He sort of shook his head to allow dark brunette strands cascade down over his hazel toned eyes. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Feb 1, 2008 15:12:35 GMT -5
Truthfully, he didn't know what he was to do about the situation that he was currently facing. He was worried about his mother's arrival and wanted to leave as quickly as humanly possible, but in that same thought, he didn't want to leave Alek. He had thought about not wanting to leave this kid before when he was packing up earlier, but now.... Now he didn't want to more then anything. He wanted to just drag the boy with him. However, he knew such a thing wouldn't work well, and it drove him crazy. He felt attached to his roomie, and he didn't want to leave. The reaction he'd gotten when he first came in had been a shocker, and Trevor knew that Alek cared about him. Trevor cared as well, even though quite often it didn't seem like it. He'd grown to like the other, but wouldn't go near as far to call it love... A crush, maybe but he knew better then to call it love. He'd never felt love before, and if his feelings toward Alek were what love was supposed to feel like, then he's been in love way too many times to count.
The look that was held by the other's lips was definitely a different one for usually he had the softer, less devious look on his face. Now it made Alek look as though he had something on his mind. Trevor's lips usually held that kind of look, and usually he was thinking something that might not be something a normal person might think. You could say that Trevor was drawn to the other because of that look, but merely by interest. It made him wonder what, if anything, Alek was thinking as those hazel colored eyes gazed toward him. He listened with a calm look showing on his features as he picked at the tips of his fingers. His thumb nail carefully picked at the skin that had once been bleeding, but was now covered by a dark red scab. He stopped and hooked his thumb around a belt loop on his waist as he shook his head. He didn't know if he was going to get something, but if he was he didn't need Alek to do it. "I don't know. I might get something to snack on, or nothing. Just depends on what's around here..." he spoke, raising his left hand to allow the fingers to drum on his stomach which was hidden beneath the black material.
He wandered away then, not expecting a comment after those words that left his lips. He allowed his hand to rest on his stomach while the other rested at his waist. The tea would be done without too much extra time, it was just up to him to search for some food that he might have had in here. He was a junk food-junkie and usually always had something in here. He wasn't worried about eating himself into a heavier weight for his high metabolism was natural and he did his fair share of 'exercise' like activities. Maybe not the usual type of dictionary exercise, but he made things all work out and he could eat whatever he wanted, when he wanted. Just as long as he didn't consume too much at one time and just sit there afterwards. It bothered him when people complained about their weight, ate themselves into gaining five pounds, and just sat there after that... He wasn't going to say anything though, because he had those days. Those days where he just wanted to sit, all day, and not do anything. Those were the days that he could be found in his comfy sweat pants.
He silently sung along with the song, allowing his lips to form the words but keeping himself from making any sound as he found a bag of black papper Doritos. He squeezed the bag from the bottom to pop the top. He quickly set the bag on the counter and hid his face in the crook of his arm as he sneezed. His over exaggerated sneeze left him doubled over, and he stood like that for a minute before he thought he was safe. However, any normal person knows that sneezing happens at least twice. He went to grab the bag again and just as he reached out he took a sharp breath in and sneezed for a second time. He stepped away from the bag of chips and drew his arms in toward his chest as though the sneezing was a sign that he shouldn't eat the chips. However, he grabbed a paper towel, blew his nose, tossed it away and washed his hands before grabbing the chips. He plopped down on the edge of Alek's bed and tried not to mess up the covers which had been straightened out. "Want some? Your tea will be done in a little bit..." he opened the bag a bit more and reached in to grab a few of the yellow colored chips.
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Post by alek van saar on Feb 1, 2008 22:40:01 GMT -5
Alek wasn't too sure if there was even anything remotely good in the hotel room since he didn't really bring anything into the room that was considered 'junk food', or something fattening. It was just because he didn't eat alot of junk food because it just wasn't his type of food to eat. He wasn't a huge health freak, he just liked to eat in a healthy way since he didn't eat normal human food alot. Normally only blood was what he managed to keep down these days, and regular food didn't seem to comfort his stomach. Instead it made it get irritated, and sometimes made him throw it back up. Along with certain drinks, and tea was one that sometimes stimulated that reaction. Hopefully that type of humiliation wouldn't accur in front of Trevor, but even if it did it'd probably just make him throw up the blood he had drank earlier that morning and the mixture of tea. Wouldn't smell or look too pretty, and he'd go into the bathroom anyway. Or try to make it.
Shaking his head, it seemed a little normal or typical for Trevor in his opinion. "Well, if I were you I'd eat something." He shrugged, and repositioned himself on the bed as he heard Trevor repeatedly sneeze, but didn't look and watch since he didn't like to watch when people sneezed, or ate something since it was just something disgusting. More disgusting when it was someone who ate their food with open mouths, and it just made Alek want to hurl. If he remembered correctly, he was like that ever since he was born, and it wasn't just something he obtained after he was bitten and turned into a vampire. No, definitely not. It was something he just thought was repulsive, and disgusting... and... too many words to describe. His eyes stayed fixed on his own self - if that was even possible - as he moved again on the bed and sat 'indian style' before looking back up to see Trevor sitting on the edge of his bed and had a bag of chips that made a 'pop' noise that rung through his ears for around ten seconds longer than need be. Almost made him not hear the questioned offered to him.
This time he shook his head as an answer instead of a sort of 'yeah, whatever' responce or whenever he wanted to laugh at whatever Trevor did. Just a weird habit movement. Blinking, and moving his face in a different facial expression to prevent the irritation in his nose to cause himself the sneeze too. "No thanks... not that hungry anyway. Already ate earlier," He told him as he rubbed his nose against the shoulder part of his shirt on the inside of his jacket. Alek didn't like pepper that much anyway, and knowing that it was the flavor of the chips just made things a bit worse for him as he tried his hardest to prevent himself from sneezing until he got his tea. "I'll just wait for the tea to be done," His voice added after a couple of minutes passed by them. Alek jokingly pat his stomach as it made a sort of hollow like sound instead. That was a little weird, and he let his eyes wander around the room so that he wouldn't see Trevor eating. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Feb 1, 2008 23:07:19 GMT -5
"Haha, I eat a lot, thank you very much. Just stays off of me, thank god. I'd be morbidly obese if I gained the weight from all the food that I ate on a daily basis. I would be a sight that would burn your eyes right out of your eye sockets. Luckily, I'm not." the male said, idly letting his fingers tap on his stomach as a smug smirk stretched across his face. He wasn't skinny to a point that someone would think he was anorexic, but he'd been asked if he was bulimic. It made him feel extremely self conscious when they asked such a question. He didn't eat near as much around people now unless they knew that he wasn't bulimic, because of the lurking thought that someone would see him to fit that type of mental state. He didn't binge and he didn't purge, nor would he ever. The thought of puking grossed him out completely, and forcing himself to do such a thing was even worse in his mind.
Trevor liked to see himself as a polite eater. He may have eaten a lot, but he tried his best not to talk with his mouth full and deficiently didn't chew with his mouth open. That just made him want to slap someone across the face, so he made sure he didn't do it either. He'd been raised rather well, and even considering the type of person he came out to be, he still had common manners. "Alright then. More for me." the male said with a grin as he broke a chip with his fingers and placed it in his mouth. It annoyed him when people stuffed whole chips in their mouth. Another pet peeve of his, and he chose not to eat like that. He could control his appetite if he ate slower as well. If he started eating whole chips in one bite he'd clear this bag. If he ate a chip in four or five bites he'd be set with only five or six. A habit of eating that had also been a reason he kept himself skinny. He ate a lot, and not the most healthy meal choices, but his portions were relatively small, considering what portion sizes have risen too.
Trevor pulled his lips together as to prevent a laugh as that sort of hollow sound came from his supposedly 'full' stomach. Interesting... He didn't make a hollow sound, but there was no jiggling when he patted his stomach. There was a little bit of meat as well as skin and bones. "Do you not like food or something? he asked wonderingly. He wasn't really bothered by the fact that it might have been an intruding question. He didn't really think about things in such detail as to wonder if he might be offend that Trevor could ask something so calmly. He spoke and asked the questions that came to mind whenever they came to him. The way Alek's eyes avoided him, he either done something wrong or he was bothered by the food Trevor was eating. He set another piece of a broken chip between his teeth and crunched it softly behind closed lips. Dark eyes looked at Alek with a slightly tilted head. “Didn’t mean to bother you by eating these… if that’s the case. I can put them away if you’d like…”
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Post by alek van saar on Feb 2, 2008 17:20:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, that is a good thing..." Alek laughed lightly at that, and shook his head. "I use to eat alot, but when I was growing up there wasn't too much food, so, yeah. I wasn't able to probably eat as much foods like you do," He commented. Alek prayed that it wouldn't drive a question that asked when he was born. Then he'd seem even more old, and the reaction probably wouldn't be the best. And that just might lead to even more questions that he really didn't mind answering about his past, but just as long as it didn't get too personal and him ending up talking about Veronica. Anything besides having to talk about the day she left him because then that'd tell Trevor about why he was flipping out so much when he walked in on him packing his things and saying he was leaving.
Alek moved back on the bed, and crawled all the way up to the head of the bed where the wall was. The wall was cold, but it didn't seem to bother him since he himself wasn't that warm in body temperature anyway, and being colder wouldn't harm him all that much anyway. Fixing himself back up at the back of the bed, he sat up and pressed his jacket covered back to the wall. It made a small crinkling noise as he did so, but he ignored it and watched as Trevor carefully ate his food in small bites and seemed to be really picky. "Yeah, more for you." Smiling, he brought his knees up to his chest, and cleared his throat. It wasn't because he didn't like human food, but he just didn't like the pepper smell and stuff as it came in the air and irritated his nose.
Alek coughed into the nook of his elbow as it was bent, and he shook his head at Trevor. lately he had been doing that alot and it was annoying. "No, it's not that. I just don't like the pepper since it irritates my nose," he said, as he licked at his own lips for a moment before sitting up straighter. And the fact that he had already ate was that he had some blood to fulfill his hunger, but a bit of tea wasn't going to do anything bad besides possibly making him throw up. "And you can eat them all you want... doesn't bother me that you're eating them." The topic seemed to have change, and they seemed as if they weren't worrying about Trevor leaving, and that was good. If it happened to come up again, then Alek would just let him go since if he still wanted to leave after what happened between them, then there wasn't anything to hold him back. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by trevor linkon on Feb 2, 2008 18:03:42 GMT -5
The words left the male's lips as an explanation of sorts. It followed after Trevor's comment of eating a lot. He did eat a lot and it didn't show on him. He was glad for that because he wouldn't have the body that he did if it showed on him like some people. He would be the odd man out in his family if it showed as well. Everyone he knew grew up with a fast metabolism but had to make their portions smaller as they grew up because obviously, as things grow older they slow down. Growing old was a constant demon that haunted the young boy. He didn't want to think of himself fifty years from now, all old and wrinkly... Barley able to move, wheezing and coughing from all his years of heavy smoking. He'd probably have some kind of disease and he wouldn't be able to take care of himself any longer. The male shuddered and he almost crushed the chip he was holding, but he pushed the thoughts out of his mind and let his dark eyes focus on Alek and allowed words to roll off his tongue.
"Hmm, I can't say I know what you mean. But-- I guess I understand what you're saying..." Trevor spoke calmly, choosing his words rather carefully as he watched the male with those dark brown eyes. Those eyes that held so many emotions at one time before this moment, but yet looked empty as he now gazed upon the other. He moved back on the bed, and Trevor just stayed in place. He didn't move to be closer or move to be further away. He just sat there like 'a bump on a log' as his mother might have said. A bump that was constantly observing the area around him as if he was waiting for something more to happen. He listened carefully, not making any more comments as he listened to Alek speak. Dark eyes stayed focused on him without and change in where they focused. Trevor's eyes followed the movement of Alek's face, whether it was when he rubbed his nose in the bend of his arm or shook his head at Trevor. He just watched quietly.
Lips parted to eat the last piece of the chip that he'd been holding in his hand and he folded down the top of the bag so that the chips would be sealed from anything in the air. He moved again, not toward Alek but away from him as he wandered back to put the chips away. His socked covered feet carried him quietly across the room, and when he put them away he didn't return to the bed. He changed the song on his iPod to play Animals by Nickelback. He knew all the words to this one too, and could help but smirk as his mother hated this song. It was one of the many songs that she hated by various bands, but she'd hated this one more then most. I, I'm driving back on black. I just got my license back, I got this feeling in veins this train is coming off the track. I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight. The male's lips formed the words silently again, but turned away from Alek's sight as he disappeared under the bed again. The whole top half of his figure fit easily under there and he turned underneath the bed a bit and pressed his feet against the floor. He stretched his arms out, and his shirt rose up, exposing some of the pale skin on his stomach. He sighed softly, and forced himself under a bit more. He was skinny enough to fit under here with ease, but he wasn't going to shove his six foot, two inch figure into an area this fall. It was needed, but wasn't going to happen.
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