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Post by Sync on Jan 11, 2011 3:33:18 GMT
  you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -He had been sat outside the office for a good half an hour. His uncle was yet to make an appearance, and it was driving the lean male insane. His side was throbbing, his hand was pulsing painfully, as he waited. It had been four days since the hospital trip, and his injuries were seemingly getting worse, not better. With a sigh, he lifted himself from the hard chair and began to pace. His uncle's secretary followed him with her eyes. He spent a lot of time here, even when his Uncle hadn't been in charge. The fact that the male wasn't arriving for another twenty minutes was driving him insane. His emotions were a blurry mass of confusion, he had no idea what he was feeling anymore. Kicking the wall in frustration, he encouraged the woman to leave her desk. Walking over to him, she gently placed her hand on his arm and steered her back to the chairs. He looked at her gratefully, not with the usual malice that sat on his handsome features. She smiled back. "He'll be here now pet. Not much longer." she told him softly. He nodded and then buried his head in his hands. Though he and Dafydd didn't always see eye to eye, he knew his uncle would be the best person to talk to about his problems. Dafydd had arrived yesterday, but had spent the day settling in. Ieuan hadn't gone to see him then, not wanting to intrude and plus, Lady needed some exercise. Although he wasn't specifically allowed to ride, he'd done so. His horses were never neglected, no matter how hurt he was. Leaning back on his chair, he pressed his head onto the wall behind him. He despised waiting, and the longer he waited the worse he was getting. Dafydd better get there soon.
Of course, there would be fighting on his first official day. He's already broken up two and it was only 10am. And he thought college kids would be more mature than high school ones. How wrong he had been. Straightening his shirt, he began walking back to the main office. He'd been lecturing two males about not fighting over girls, but he could tell it had fallen of deaf ears. They were still glaring at one another. Thankfully there were other staff members around so they escorted each one in different directions. Shaking his head in despair, he continued on his way. His thoughts strayed to his nephew. He knew he was having a hard time right now, and Dafydd's heart went out to him. Little did he know that Ieuan was waiting outside his office. The male began to whistle happily, his bad mood lifting gradually. His thoughts moved along to Kristin, his oracles sparkling with bliss as he did so. He'd long gotten over the fact that he may be betraying Jayden, Kristin was the one woman that he cared for now. She'd really turned his life around. He then began to mutter "Dun, Dun Dun.." as he strode past the main reception, earning a few bells of laughter from the two receptionists sat behind it. Grinning at them, he followed along the corridor to where his office and waiting room were. The sight that greeted him ceased his whistling, his expression empathetic. There sat Ieuan, head upturned and eyes closed. He looked like a lost little boy, a look Dafydd hadn't seen in years on the male. He cleared his throat loudly, causing the other male to snap his head up and sigh in relief.
Ieuan felt the urge to do something he hadn't felt in forever. Standing up, he almost ran to his uncle. As if he sensed it, Dafydd's arms opened and pulled his nephew into a bear hug. Clutching Ieuan as if he was still as small boy, he could feel the silent sobs forming in the young male's chest. Dafydd ran his hand up and down his nephews back soothingly, and then gently pried him away. "Come on, inside. We don't everyone staring now, do we?" he said gently, leading his nephew into the office. Ieuan gratefully followed his uncle, and pulled himself away as Dafydd went around to his chair on the other side of the desk. "Uncle D," he started, meeting the intelligent, Hazel eyes of the older male. "Thanks. You always know what to say." he concluded, a sad smile upon his lips. Ieuan knew he could trust his uncle with anything, and then began to divulge in the tale of what happened the night he saved Chris. He left out parts he knew Chris wouldn't want him to know, like the attempted rape and stuff, but everything else was there. He even told him about the feelings he was experiencing for two very different males. Sighing once he finished his story, he leaned back on the chair and looked to his uncle for advise. He was met by a knowing glance that made Ieuan smile. Dafydd was still thinking how to answer when he heard the sound of approaching feet. They were no doubt, coming in the direction of his office.
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Myssi
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Post by Myssi on Jan 11, 2011 4:21:31 GMT
 I've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable, distance*************************************************
Every time he had gotten out of bed for the last, he'd wanted to lie down, and just die to the vacant world behind his lids again. Chris was achy, and he could feel his body becoming more and more run-down. Sleep was not an option anymore. Classes would soon be beyond saving. The boy was starting to slowly waste away.
The rape attempt had been four days ago. Chris' head was still woozy, but he felt well enough to leave his room and go to school now, and his side was starting to let it's black shadowing fade. The entire encounter was starting to just fade from memory, Chris' mental block around it starting to allow him to forget, and also his own fatigue helped the progress.
He was surprised that he hadn't broken down yet. He knew it was going to happen, maybe. If he let himself think about it long enough, to know how close they'd been, how close he'd been. How weak and defenseless he was when compared to them, and knowing that if the situation ever arouse again, how easy he was to defeat and break down. If such an attempt was ever made on him again, Chris knew he would die. Now from his pursueres, though. His shame would make him die.
Why was it that he had been the one? Was it because he gay, because he was not made naturally, because he was in love with two men?
Such rambling thoughts always flitted through Chris' tired mind, and this morning was no differant. The boy pulled himself from bed and dragged himself into his day clothes. Hoisting his backpack onto his shoulder, and remembering the paper from the hospital.
The note explained Chris' experiance to the principle, and asked for his excuse from class from the past four days for recovery. Such rest had been welcome for the seventeen year old. Not that he'd actually gotten any...
Chris finally seemed to register where he was. His trip to the office seemed to have passed so quickly... The entire walk was a daze, and just the thought of him being able to zone so easily made the teenager chuckle to himself. He opened the door and walked up to the secretary's desk. "I'm here to see Principle Rees." He told her at her questioning gaze. "Go ahead and go back, hon. Just knock first." She told him. Chris went down the hallway she'd gestured at, quickly reaching the door. He lifted up his hand to knock, and did so, entering at the man's voice on the inside. He gazed at Ieuan with a glazed curiousity, before his mind pushed him onto his set course. "Just came to drop this off sir." He informed his Principle, then turned on his heel to leave again.
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Post by Sync on Jan 11, 2011 5:12:13 GMT
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Dafydd called the student in after they knocked the door. Ieuan froze, his blue oracles darting around as he searched for an escape. So this was Chris. Taking the note from the male, he nodded his thanks. His eyes went to his nephew, nodding his head toward the retreating male. Ieuan looked at him, shock passing over his features. Getting up numbly, he looked back at his uncle who smiled encouragingly, he followed Chris out of the room. Pulling the door closed, he was glad to see that the secretary had left. His stomach fluttered a little as he looked at the retreating male, and then he finally found his voice. "Hey Chris, wait." he called, reaching out to grab the male's arm. Ieuan turned Chris toward himself, startled at how close they now were. He didn't back away though, he couldn't make himself do it. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, unaware that his hand was slowly trailing up and down then length of Chris's arm. The fact that they were so close was becoming more and more apparent, and before he knew it, he'd reached over to press his lips to Chris's. He couldn't make himself pull away again, and wrapped his arms around Chris, pulling him closer.
His form tensed suddenly, as if he realized what he was doing. Pulling his head away and removing his arms from around Chris, he looked at the ground sheepishly. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he looked at the male. "I wish I could say sorry, but I'm actually pretty glad I just did that. I've wanted to do that since the hospital." he told Chris truthfully, his expression bordering amusement. He realized that his feelings would now assault him mercilessly, but the urge to have Chris in his arms again was almost unreal. With a question in his eyes, he reached over to trace Chris's jawline. They were still very close, but Ieuan stopped himself from kissing the other male again. He wanted to know if Chris was okay with it first. His thoughts strayed to Max momentarily. He wasn't too bothered about the other male, although he knew Max would be furious with Ieuan if he found out. He would never blame it on Chris, which this time would be a good thing. Ieuan was always first to be blamed. Once a troublemaker, always a troublemaker. He gave a soft chuckle, still looking at the other male questioningly. Would he push him away? Ieuan hoped not, but he was pretty sure he'd made things a whole lot more complicated.
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Myssi
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Post by Myssi on Jan 11, 2011 5:39:04 GMT
I've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable, distance*************************************************
Chris paused his step as he heard Ieuan's voice over his shoulder, and he allowed the taller to grab his arm softly and pull him back. He gazed up at Ieuan through baggy eyelids, unbothered by their close proximity. He gave Ieuan a half-grin at the elder's inquiry. "I'm exhasted." He told him, vaguely aware of the male's hand on his arm. "Haven't slept well for a few da-!" He was suddenly pulled into something he never thought he;d experiance, and it absolutely lit his body, mind, and senses on fire, and he melted in Ieuan's hold, his hazel orbs shutting and his mouth responding to Ieuan's slight touch by pushing back with the smallest amount of force.
And then Ieuan was gone, moved away. Chris blinked and his body shuddered, and though all it's demons had suddenly returned, while the boy blinked to himself. What had just happened? Was it truly a dream? Was it all his tired mind playing tricks on him, to make him look like a fool? Probably. Still he gazed at Ieuan as the male spoke again, his ears perking in hope.
Since the hospital, Chris had felt conflicted between the male who'd saved his life and the one who'd saved him from the former. He;d been spiritually torn. But now, he gazed at Ieuan, and leaned into the soft touch on his jaw, his exhasted form slumping forward into Ieuan. His head buried itself in the taller's chest, and arms wrapped themselves around the others sides.
Chris began to shake, and he seemed to relize something right then and there. He trembled at the thought of it, and also knew that this was his beginning of a slight breakdown due to what had happened four days prior.
"You saved me. I could have died. What would have happened to mom?" He whispered to the male's chest. "I'm all that's left for her. You saved my life."
*************************************************And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm Content with loneliness ::WORDCOUNT:: 334::TAGS:: Syncy::NOTES:: Hate this.::LYRICS:: Paramore, The Only Exception::CREDIT:: goes tomissmillie of Caution 2.0. |
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Post by Onzy on Jan 11, 2011 16:02:27 GMT
  Max had heard that Ieuan's uncle Dafydd was back in town, and he had decided to go pop in and say hello. He was hardly going to be late for class, and it was interesting to see that people still stared at him funny. Well, news sure spread fast. If anything he really didn;t care, but it was complicated. His life that was. He was in love with one male and had feelings for another. So far, he still had sleepless nights about it. He didn't want to follow in his uncle's footsteps. He had promised himself that, but now it was truly happening. Somehow, it felt wrong, but right at the same time. Once again he thought of leaving, escaping, and starting over. He had a home in Germany, and it was his native country. So who cares if he left? It wasn't like he couldn't make it on his own. The world wasn't that scary. Not to him. He had a father in prison, a mother who was getting a divorce from his father and an uncle to absorbed in his own love life than anything else. Who did he actually have?
His question was answered when he came into the main office. There was Ieuan and Chris in more than a friendly embrace. A hurt expression crossed his face, and stayed there. So this is what was really happening behind his back. No wonder Ieuan seemed so joyful these days, but Max also knew he had the same problem Max did. Ieuan didn't know what to do. "Can I help you dear?" came the voice of the secretary. Max merely shook his head in stunned silence, and turned on his heel and half ran out of the office.
His footsteps led him to his car, and there he stayed. Every time, he took deep calming breaths, trying to get rid of the image that strayed to him. There really was no end to this nightmare he called a life.
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