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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 30, 2011 22:09:58 GMT -5
Alarm clocks. They had always been so annoying. Just their sound, that annoying chirp, could drive one to insanity. They were too happy.
So Isaac had broken his. Into very small pieces. Many small pieces.
Isaac stood over his bathroom sink, his face a mere inch away from the mirror, a thin stick of eyeliner drawing a black frame around his large blue eyes. He smeared the makeup over his upper lid, even running his fingers under his eyes to give it a worn look. He dusted silver shadow over his lids, swabbed on mascara, and took a step back to admire himself. Another perfect piece of work, he praised as he blew his reflection a kiss.
He had time to kill, he realized. Kill, a dark voice whispered in his mind. He violently shook his head, his snowy white locks whipping into his eyes. He grabbed a hairbrush and quickly fixed it, brushing his jet black bangs over one eye. Even under his brilliant black mask, one could tell he hadn't been sleeping well. Being cooped up in his little home, having been attacked by the Devil's dog last week, and constantly having fitful nightmare had been hard on his image. He was pale. Dark violet rings had formed under his eyes.
Shaking it off the best he could, Isaac readjusted his tight black T-shirt, rubbing his hands over the back pockets of his jeans. For such a bum time he had been having, he looked fine.
Air. Maybe he needed some fresh air to soothe his nerves. With a nod to himself in the mirror, Isaac slipped into some sneakers and headed down the stoop of his home. He would stroll to wherever his feet took him today. He wasn't going to control them this time. He had felt like he was trying to control too much already.
Tucking his hands into his pockets, Isaac tipped his chin back and took in the morning sun.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 30, 2011 22:42:47 GMT -5
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Long, thin fingers reached out from under the thick blankets, followed by a sturdy hand and arm. Groping around the nightstand for a few second first, the hand managed to push the snooze on the alarm clock. Then the arm snaked back under the sheets, where the body attached would have rather stayed. Soon, the ball under the comforter began squirming. Then, a fuzzy brown head popped out.
Kyle vigorously rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. Then he ran his fingers back through his messy hair in a vain attempt at taming the shaggy mess on his head. He yawned, crawled out of bed, and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
Grabbing his brush, Kyle raked the bristles through his knotted hair. His arm was sore by the time he'd managed to get his hair to lie somewhat flat. Then he brushed his teeth, applied some deoderant, and pulled on some jeans. He yawned again, digging through his pile of maybe-dirty clothes for a shirt.
Armed with a gray t-shirt, jeans, and a cup of instant coffee, Kyle left his small house. He stood, sipping his coffee, gazing down the street. He didn't know where he wanted to go, he just knew he wanted to go somewhere.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 30, 2011 22:59:06 GMT -5
Isaac had always had issues of not watching where he was walking. Maybe it was something he had picked up from his grandmother. She had had the same issue.
But she wasn't that jumpy. And when Isaac felt another body bump into him, he sprang back with a very girlish scream, losing his footing and falling back onto the pavement with a very hard thump. He was half-expecting the succubus that had been chasing him before, or some other sex-driven thing that wanted to either sit on his lap or bend him over a table. But he probably wouldn't mind the latter.
"Watch where the hell you're going, bitch!" he shouted instinctively. The body was short, and he had been expecting a woman. But when he looked up, he was greeted by a man. A very fine, fine, fine man. He was clad in a gray top and blue jeans, a cup in his hands, most likely coffee from the smell of it.
Covering his mouth, Isaac blinked his big blue eyes in apology. "Oh, my god, sorry!" he blurted. "I didn't mean to say that. Oh, God, sorry!" He felt heat rise into his face, burning in his cheekbones.
Whoever this was didn't seem like someone you should run into and yell at. He was shorter, yes, but the way he held himself - or maybe just the fact that he was a male - made Isaac feel awful for yelling. He hated yelling, anyway. And when it was at the same sex, well, that just made it worse.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 1, 2011 3:15:09 GMT -5
Kyle's first instinct when he felt the collision was to save his coffee. His hand tightened on his cup as he stumbled, regaining balance. The body he hit was larger than his, obviously male, but the scream didn't sound like anything a man would utter.
As the male's voice screamed at him, Kyle shuddered. He definitely did not want to have run into some large guy looking to fight. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the impact of a fist on his face.
The guy was apologizing. Very excitedly too. Kyle opened his eyes,looking down at the other creature. It was male - sort of. Tall, nice body, white hair with black bands hanging in his eye, and makeup. Carefully applied, female makeup. Kyle found the stuff gross enough on girls, and it was just terrible on guys. But he wouldn't judge just yet.
"It's fine." he said, stretching his hand down to help the guy up. "I wasn't looking either." he added, giving the guy a smile. People often commented on his way of smiling. They considered the way he cocked his had to one side, closed his eyes, and smiled very brightly feminine.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 1, 2011 16:05:51 GMT -5
His smile was gorgeous. Stunning. It brought a tingling heat into Isaac's heart.
Isaac reached up and took his hand carefully, trying his best not to pull him down hauling his heavier self up. His hands were warm, and they felt right in Isaac's. Isaac cleared his throat and dropped his hand in a hurry, dusting his chest off, working his way down to his hips, then his upper thighs. He kept his head down. This boy didn't need to see that he was turning five different shades of red.
"Sorry," he muttered again. "I should have been watching where I was going. I just need more sleep. I feel better out here walking than I do in my own bed." Isaac laughed nervously. "Sorry."
Tipping his chin back a little, Isaac ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the heat of embarrassment start to leave his cheeks. He tried a little smile of his own, tipping his head to the side, but not as much as this boy had done.
"And I almost spilled your coffee," he added, hoping the other boy wouldn't think it was weird that Isaac had known it just from the light scent. "Sorry," he said again, for the millionth time.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 1, 2011 16:40:15 GMT -5
"It's fine, honestly." Kyle said, lifting his shoulders a little. "I've got good reflexes, I don't think I could have dropped it. I'm absolutely cruel without my morning coffee. I'll put it over my own life some mornings." To prove his point, he chugged the remainder of the black coffee and glanced around. He used Styrofoam cups with lids to take his coffee on walks, and hated littering, so he crumpled the thin material and shoved it in his back pocket.
"I'm Kyle, by the way." he said, offering his hand again. Kyle definitely wanted to get to know him better. He didn't really know anyone, or at least no one he'd talk to twice. It'd be good to make some new friends, see some new places. Granny had been pestering him about making better friends for the last few weeks. It would be nice to be able to make her happy. Quickly scrawling a mental note to call his grandmother later, he focused back on the boy. It was rude of him to be so distracted when meeting someone new, someone Kyle could handle hanging around.
This guy was much nicer than Kyle had been expecting. The makeup didn't really bother him anymore, either. It just seemed right on him. Although he still wasn't a fan of the stuff. He also wasn't fond of his hair, but he made it a point to not judge a book by its cover.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 1, 2011 16:56:25 GMT -5
Kyle. It was a perfect name. One that could roll off the tongue so easily.
Don't get your hopes up, Isaac, he mentally scolded himself. He's not gay. He's into women. You're not a woman. He reached out and took Kyle's hand affectionately. "I'm Isaac," he said with a smile. "What brings you out here so early in the morning?"
And when can I get you alone at night? Isaac shuddered at the thought. That was uncalled for! Not okay. Kyle was obviously straight. Isaac mentally slapped himself repeatedly and almost forgot to let go of Kyle's hand. He laughed nervously and released it, sliding his hands into his pockets for the lack of knowing what else to do with them.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 1, 2011 17:10:56 GMT -5
Amusing enough.
Kyle watched Isaac hold his hand a moment longer than necessary, then laugh nervously. He didn't think anything of it, just smiled and ran a hand through his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes for the moment.
"I don't like staying home all of the time. When I'm home, I'm on the computer or the phone. It's quiet and boring there. I prefer to get out every so often and just spend the day walking around." he answered, blushing. He had just made it sound as though he had no life except for being a geek. At his own misuse of the word, his blush deepened. He wasn't a geek, just technologically advanced. Kyle decided to get his thoughts off of his geek-hood.
"How about you, Isaac?" he asked, testing the guy's name. He liked his name well enough. Not as common. It was unique, like him.
That's the word I've been looking for. Kyle said, mentally nodding. He hadn't wanted to call him weird, or different. Unique was fitting.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 1, 2011 17:29:43 GMT -5
Isaac could have forgotten how to speak for a moment. Kyle was blushing just talking about his personal life. Isaac grinned. "Sounds like a party to me," he said with a giggle. Isaac was an idiot with computers. He only knew how to work the easiest things. Anything else that was too hard just got his temper going.
Oh, God. He had giggled.
Isaac cleared his throat and frowned at himself, shaking it off a heartbeat later. "I hate my house," he said simply, with a small laugh, that wasn't a giggle. "It's too quiet there for me. And it's like, haunted or something. It feels too dark, and I can't sleep at night when I'm there."
He laughted a little, but he silently added, I can't sleep anywhere. The nightmares would follow him. They always did. The insanity of accepting his heritage followed him everywhere. Even now, it was rattling the bars of its cage. It was a constant battle that had him tired just thinking about it. But Kyle wouldn't understand that if he told him. He was just a normal guy. He didn't have feral angel power raging war inside of him.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 1, 2011 17:42:44 GMT -5
Kyle smiled gratefully. Isaac hadn't made fun of him. It wasn't often someone commented nicely on how he spent his days.
"Why do you stay at your house then?" Kyle asked. If his house caused him that much grief, he'd do everything in his power to move. That was one of the reasons he'd had to leave his Granny's house. He hadn't slept well there. Or felt well at all. It used to belong to his mother, and she'd died right in the house. He'd also been born there. At an early age, he simply had normal nightmares, things his grandparents' bed could solve, or a handmade dream-catcher. Than, when he turned 18, they began to change. He'd found ways to cope, simply treating them as he had with the bullies of his past. He'd ignore them, push them aside, think of something happier, and move farther away from the problems. Leaving that house had helped, although he still had them. So his nights were restless, usually leaving him sleeping later into the morning than he should.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 1, 2011 17:49:46 GMT -5
Isaac tried to smile. "I can't leave the house, not that it would matter," he said. He ran his fingers through his hair again. "It's been shitty sleeping for a year now. I'm starting to think it's just the whole becoming-an-adult business." Lie after lie. He had seem his glorious wings, felt the pain in his shoulders, heard the call of the dying in his dreams. It wasn't just about growing up. It was far from that.
"Or I might just have issues," he said with a smile, even a little laugh. But he was serious. "I've got a demon inside me, or something."
An angel. Not a demon.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 1, 2011 22:58:55 GMT -5
Kyle definitely understood that. Everyone had their demons, and some had their angels. He had both, but he was guessing many Nephilim did.
"Yeah. We all have our demons, including me. It's just things we've got to deal with in our own way." he said, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't really want to keep talking about this subject. Talking about his own demons was terrible, his angel was torture.
"So where were you headed before we bumped into each other?" Kyle asked in an abrupt, obvious change of subject.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 1, 2011 23:51:38 GMT -5
Isaac gladly jumped on the change of subject. "Nowhere, really," he said. "I just wanted to get out of the house. I need air." He lifted his arms to gesture to the way the air felt cool in his lungs. He had needed air. It felt like it calmed the angelic nature down, just enough to be tolerable.
"I usually don't get out much," he continued. "It's been a while, since last time I did it was because I was being chased by a psychopath sex daemon." He laughed lightly, but he still remembered the flare in his nightmare that had symbolized her arrival. It was almost as if someone had screamed right in his ears, pulling him into full wake in a second. He couldn't remember if he had screamed aloud or if it was only in his head.
Shaking off the dark memory, Isaac put on another smile. "What about you, Kyle?" he asked, tasting his name like a candy. "Where are you off to?"
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 2, 2011 0:01:20 GMT -5
Kyle raised an eyebrow at the 'psychopath sex daemon' comment, but laughed along with Isaac. Many questions were budding in his head, but he didn't want to ask. He's heard of sex daemons, but never met one himself. He'd heard of most of the beings around, but had met only a handful of them.
"Just like you, nowhere really. Just wanted to get out and go somewhere." Kyle said, giving him a sheepish smile. He was probably boring Isaac, and his face warmed with the threats of blushing. He really didn't want to appear boring, but he lived a very dull non-exciting life. It was simply too average and too routine.
"Is there anywhere in particular you like to go? If you're hungry, I'll take you somewhere." Kyle offered, attempting to keep the conversation going and not to bore Isaac. Kyle'd learned a way of making someone stick with you for awhile, buy them something.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 2, 2011 0:17:51 GMT -5
I'll take you somewhere. Isaac's face burned in an instant with a light blush. He was being offered more time with Kyle. Time that wasn't just light conversation on a street. Time where they could sit and talk, get to know one another, maybe exchange information, phone numbers, addresses...
Trying to find his manners, Isaac ducked his head and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, just barely exposing a black diamond stud in his earlobe. "That would be nice," he said with a nervous smile. "There's a little diner down the street from my house." He pointed in the general direction behind them. "They aren't bad. If you'd like, we can go there."
Was he doing this right? Was he supposed to jump in like that? Or was he supposed to play around, pretend he was on a tight schedule? No, that wouldn't seem right. That would be rude.
With a well-practiced smile, Isaac motioned for Kyle to follow him. He pivoted on his heel and waited for Kyle to be at his side.
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