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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 2, 2008 20:04:58 GMT -5
(( ooc: XD It’s so fun pissing Edmund off. ))
Blaine took to the streets outside. Walking the morning air once more, it didn’t take him long to choose to go human. Red and white duffle tossed over his shoulder. Charismatic looks darting about the city streets, though sadly there was a tinge of sadness in those usually upbeat orbs of his…. He had done something wrong… again… and pissed off a very good thing he had going for him. It was a horrid event… all around. Though he did have fun playing with the guy while it lasted…. But now he wasn’t going to get another chance…. -EVER-
“ Crap I’m such a idiot!” He shouted at himself amidst the crowd. Causing many to stop and look at the nut job among them. Blaine waved a bit sheepishly as he let his shoulders slack once more. He was a human at the moment… or well human looking and this wasn’t proper behavior for a human to be doing… talking to their self…. Or was it?
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 2, 2008 20:17:03 GMT -5
))Psst. Psssst. -Creeps out of the shadows- -Chews on you- wecudttlysaiatiemlapzeoftheminorvarietyyes? -Slaps herself and makes herself type like a sane human being- For moar Edpissytiem. Or notz. Whuteverz u haz wanting. :3((
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 2, 2008 21:04:14 GMT -5
(( Ooc: o.o I'm not sure what your asking for... more porn in the porn thread? >.> Or something else? XD ))
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 2, 2008 21:09:06 GMT -5
))..LOLNO. -Gives you a wedgie- >.> Jus' kiddin'. But.. Like, if. -Gestures vaguely to your first post in this thread- You wanted to say there was a period of time lapsing between that and his leaving the house, or his leaving the house and another post, then the Edmund's-bad-luck-with-stumbling=across-him-again could proceedddd. Or notz 'n' laturz or whatever. Whichever you prefer. ((
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 2, 2008 21:17:42 GMT -5
(( LOL!! XD Say time has passed, like 6 or 7 hours. ))
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 2, 2008 22:02:03 GMT -5
)).. -Tucks your underwear over the top of your head- >.>..-Patpat- /nothing like starting off a thread with babble! +2 for the word 'porn'! Four points total!((
He hated people. He really..Above all else..He hated people. All of them. And nothing was going to make it better. A shower, a change of clothes, a teal turtleneck thin enough that he wasn't going to get crispy wearing it, his favorite shirt, feeling like he was nestled into the comforting, soft fabric. An hour or two of TV, another shower for good measure, trying to wash the scent of another person off his skin. None of it had made it better. And his ass was aching, throbbing with every step, an ongoing reminder of just what had wrecked his day, but he'd finally settled his bedhead, dug out his oldest, comfiest sneakers, and dragged himself out of his house. Because his freezer was entirely empty of ice cream, and that was his last resort when it came to mood-improvement. Chocolate..Or strawberry. Both, maybe, to make up for the last hints of the headache that pain pills hadn't killed.
So he finally exited the inconspicuous little shop, a cup of ice cream in hand- Screw chocolate and strawberry, they had double-chocolate-chip cookie dough- And wandered out onto the sidewalk, making his way along aimlessly. He was pretty sure he'd scared the poor girl behind the counter senseless, but he really couldn't care less if he tried, he thought, lifting a spoonful of the stuff he'd been willing to walk to get to to his lips. It didn't really taste all that good, though, he decided, and rather than take another bite, he prodded at it with the flimsy little plastic spoon. He figured it probably would, if he wasn't still feeling ill from what had happened.. A sigh as he wandered along, staring now down at the cup in his hand..That was shaking, just a little, tiny bit, he noted. Not nearly as bad as it had been, but..Still shaking. Embarassing, he thought, but only sighed again, leaving his extremeities to tremble as they saw fit.
He had no idea what do with himself. If he tried to sleep, he felt like..Like crying, of all things. And that wasn't going to happen. If he tried to sit, he fidgeted around until his ass was nearly killing him and he couldn't stand to sit any longer. If he tried walking, like he was now, his ass ached with every step. Like it was now. And apparently, eating wasn't going to do anything for him, either. And that meant he was really in trouble. A forlorn look settled onto his features as he watched the ice cream slowly melt. The sound of peoples' voices out here was pissing him off..But he knew if he went back home it would seem too quiet.
He couldn't win. That was all there was to it. Fate hated him, wanted to make him suffer, and probably wanted him to die after he was suitably miserable.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 2, 2008 22:19:13 GMT -5
Blaine hadn’t been watching where he was going when he suddenly bumped into someone carrying… a milkshake…. In a bowl… okay… well it could of once been icecream that was melting but still. Blaine didn’t doubt anyone anymore since humans -DID- do weird things. His hands braced over the others, steadying it so it didn’t spill.
“ Oh god I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was go…….” He stopped mid sentence. Looking up at a face that was all too familiar. Orbs of emerald and ember flecked had a look of shock about them. Silence, was all that there was for Blaine accept for the cold imaginary wind that blew between them for a second before he swiftly, backed up as if someone had just tried to stab him in the eye with a ice pick. He turned about. Using a cupped hand to hide his defined face, praying the taller man did not recognize his human shape… though the only thing different was the shape of his ears and the lacking of wings besides of course his size. Uh.. Great…. He was such dead meat now!!!
((ooc: XD AHH!!! *pulls out wedgie* >.> ))
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 2, 2008 22:31:15 GMT -5
He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't.. It felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach, knocking all the breath out of him in one strike. There was no way he could run into this guy again. The chances were..It..It just couldn't happen. Mind working ninety miles a minute, his hands tensed up and drew away just slightly on instinct, like it was a leper that was touching him. And it was only just about the time that the other started speaking that he realized..This guy..Was..As big as him. Or close enough, anyways. Blaine wasn't. His voice sounded the same..His face.. But it couldn't be Blaine, because he was big, right?
He might've believed that, if for no other reason besides his wanting so badly to. If the blonde hadn't stopped mid-sentence, turned like a child trying to evade trouble. A feeling like someone dropping something heavy through his now-empty lungs, that something settling hard into the bottom of his stomach. Dread and misery and loathing, the sort of emotional cocktail that took more than a few hours to settle.
The hand holding the cup, the hand that that bastard had just touched, was drawn back in the manner of a pitcher about to let loose with a hard throw. Wrist snapped forward, cup turned, and the hybrid flung the melted goop his happy-in-a-cup had become all over the fae's head and back.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 2, 2008 22:41:07 GMT -5
Blaine frowned as he was suddenly plastered by something cold… and sticky…. Warm and sticky was okay just… this was… ew. He turned around a bit, blinking like a lost child at his assailant. For a moment not knowing how to respond. Maybe…. Just maybe if he played stupid…. Wait… he just threw goop on him… yeah playing stupid probably wouldn’t make the taller guy believe him any more then the man in the moon.
“ I suppose…. I deserved that……..a lot.” He spoke in pauses between words. He waved a bit sheepishly, backing up like the chicken that he was with the taller guy.
“ Heh… fancy seeing you again… how are things….. With the imaginary rottie?” He asked. Trying to smooth things over as he attempted to shake off the sticky stuff again though well he really wasn’t succeeding in this. God he was just not having a good day was he? A lot of it though revolved about this guy.. But still. He did sort of feel guilty since most of his… own bad day was his fault after all..
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 2, 2008 22:57:21 GMT -5
His hands were shaking harder again, he thought, noting it in a careless sort of way as the styrofoam container slipped out of his fingertips to land next to the spoon at his feet. He could feel anger bubbling to the surface of everything, every little notion coursing through him. His hands, through the indignant tremors, clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched, and he took a deep, slow breath. This guy..Was just..
A slow, steady step forward..Snap, and he drew his hand back again, though this time it was more of a fist sort of motion than a preperation for a fling, and he stepped forward..Hauling off and taking a good swing, right at the blonde's nose. Theere it was. No matter how off-kilter Blaine might've thrown him, some things about the hybrid just didn't change.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 2, 2008 23:04:58 GMT -5
Blaine took the hit. Wincing as he ran his hand to his nose.
“ Ow… okay, okay you done beating me up now? I know you hate me. I get it. “ Blaine whined as he doubled over a bit. God…. Did this guy ever hear of picking on someone your own size for Blaine was only 5’9 compared to this mans 6’4” frame. The slender fae looked up unsure how to respond. Only then noticing he had dropped his duffle that had but earlier that morning been half the size of a match box.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 2, 2008 23:22:59 GMT -5
"You deserved that more.." he murmered icily, giving his hand a little shake. It was something like when he'd whalloped him with the tube the night before- He hadn't thought about it, almost an automatic reaction..But this time, he didn't regret it in the least.. And very much unlike the flung pillow, he got the satisfaction of watching Blaine react to the hit he'd had coming to him. He finally did feel a little better, but his hands were still shaking, the righteous fury draining out of him as though someone had pulled a plug.
"..So you could do this all along, huh?" he questioned, softly and flatly, gesturing vaguely to encompass the fae's human size. "All that about worrying about rats..And some brother you probably don't even have.." His expression was just almost..Blank, now, eyes exceedingly cold. "I knew I shouldn't have listened to you..You probably set out just to make me miserable. All you little faerie shits are the same." The barest hint of a snarl. "You have no idea how much I hate you.."
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 2, 2008 23:31:39 GMT -5
Blaine looked to the man as he finally stopped hitting and actually started to speak. He pulled him to the side. Whispering in a hushed voice since their was humans all about them.
“ Look, I do admit I could of done this all along, but then you wouldn’t of helped me at all. Though the rats, are true, I can’t retain this form ALL the time. This is not who I am, this is a mere illusion of what I could be… if I was human. It’s not the real me meaning when I’m tired, ill, and so forth I have to revert to my true shape, I didn’t lie about that nor my brother. Okay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but after we talked and I played about a bit I didn’t want you to be mad or kick me out cause of it….” He frowned a bit since well he got kicked out after all. He picked up his bag rather suddenly reslinging it upon his shoulder. He frowned as he spoke of the Fae’s.
“ Not miserable, but you want know something. Yeah I did think of playing you to get some good housing for a bit, but you were a good guy and a friend. So I didn’t. I tried to be legit despite my nature and here we are. My nature getting the best of me and clouding my judgment. I’m sorry.” he told the man. Once more apologizing as he waited to see if he would be struck at again. Though this time… well he would at least try to duck it.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 3, 2008 18:31:22 GMT -5
A deep, long breath through his nose, out in a little sigh. His first thought was to hit him again, but the idea never made it past a rigid curling and uncurling of his fingers, a twitch of his lips that suggested, just in the slightest, a snarl. He didn't really..Want to hit him. Not that he regretted what he'd done in the slightest..Oh, no. He just..Couldn't dredge up the will to do it again. And so there was the same dilemma. He had no idea what the fuck to do. So, for a moment, he just stared at him, eyes like frozen ocean water trained on emerald and amber, and maybe he was hoping that if he looked at him with so much contempt, long enough, he would just drop dead.
" 'Sorry' doesn't change it," he told him finally, softly, softly, tone low. "It doesn't fix anything." Shout at him, he willed himself, Hell, don't SHAKE. Don't.. But he couldn't particularly help it. "..I actually tried to help you.." The barest of whispers. "I trusted you in my house.." Do NOT. More fury siphoned off, he looked.. Hurt, eyes flashing with pain and a lingering, subtle threat, like a wounded animal backed into a corner. He'd actually enjoyed talking to this guy! He hadn't had anyone else in his house in so long..He hadn't..
Standing there, a grown man topping six feet, he looked as stung as a child that'd just been denied a friend.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 3, 2008 18:53:26 GMT -5
Blaine looked to him before slowly casting his eyes down. He felt like shit… he had probably hurt one of the few friends he would ever posses…or ever had.
“ I didn’t mean for it to turn out that way…. I did it cause I liked you…. Not out of malice or devious nature okay. You did show me kindness…. And I betrayed you. I don’t know what else to say to make it all better. I guess there is nothing… I can say….but well….” Blaine spoke with a true seriousness in his tone. Not his usual gesturing tone, no hint of play, angle or trick within it’s vibes. Blaine was trying to be truthful now, since he felt like shit with this man shaking before him. Obviously angry in ever way possible.
“If you… can ever give me another chance…. I’ll prove to you I can be a trustful appreciative person…. Hmm?” He asked him. Orbs looking up like the little scolded child once more but this time the pain was truthful.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 3, 2008 19:35:21 GMT -5
Edmund took a breath to answer, opened his mouth, but no sound came out, save the whisper of that breath leaving him again. What was he supposed to say to that? ..Well, 'no' was probably the best choice. Just, if nothing else, 'no'. To tell him that and walk away would be the only intelligent thing to do. But just then, he didn't feel intelligent. He felt angry and wounded and hateful, and everything in between..Repulsed and disgusted, with the faerie and himself.. And stupid. He felt very, very stupid.
Because he felt, even more than anything else..Yeah. That feeling was 'lonely'.
Denying it with some part of his mind even as he acknowledged it, he folded his arms firmly across his chest..Unfolded them a second later. The way Blaine was acting.. It seemed horribly alien, even after just a night of knowing him. And while he'd happily tell you that the faerie could be just as solemn as he wanted, and he wouldn't give a shit.. Well..It was throwing him off just a little more.
"I'm going to regret saying 'alright', aren't I?" he asked, in the same tone, same expression, exactly. Even if he was being a pushover again..Although, this time, it was more his own doing than the faerie's.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 3, 2008 20:04:33 GMT -5
Blaine’s eyes seemed full of glee as he suddenly overstepped his boundaries once more and intruded on the man’s personal space. He latched onto his arm like a little kid upon their mother. Rubbing his face against his appendage he grinned gleefully stupid.
“ You’ll see I’ll be good!” He promised him to him with a devious grin.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 3, 2008 20:22:45 GMT -5
"Hey! Hey!" the hybrid cried, face twisted up into a look of disgust, yanking his arm out of the fae's grasp and taking a step back, just for good measure. "Hands off, you little faggot, or no deal!" He held his arm out at an awkward angle at his side, brushing roughly at it with the other hand, like maybe Blaine had gotten something disgusting onto his sleeve. Really, it was more an issue of the touch putting disgusting things back into his mind.. Ah, gross.. He tried to force the very much unwanted memories away, shaking the appendage like a dog throwing off water. "You are not allowed to touch me!"
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 3, 2008 20:57:20 GMT -5
“ Oh okay.” Blaine pouted as he looked off to the side once more with that scolded puppy look. He hefted his bag, back upon his shoulder with a bit of a huff. Running his hand through locks of golden hair the bright eyes fae in human shape flashes a classic model grin at Edmund.
“No touching, got it.” He responded seriously though well… he rather enjoyed the man’s touch. He had to respect the man’s wishes all the same. Okay… so he would be taking a lot of cold showers then.
“ I guess I can’t use the invisible rottie excuse….. For anything now. Man and that was a good thing to blame for everything.” He spoke as he went to stand beside the taller man with a grin. Looking up to him cheerfully as he waited to see what he would do next.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 3, 2008 21:09:07 GMT -5
"For you, maybe," he muttered, finally giving the whole 'Blaine-has-just-smeared-his-leprosy-all-over-my-arm' act a rest. He could still feel the touch, very acutely, though he made quite sure he kept the other at a..What? 'Safe?'..That worked. Safe distance. That really settled it. Any part of Blaine that touched him, ever, was getting ripped off..
A disdainful wrinkle of his nose as he leaned back slightly, eyeing the ice cream mess on the other as though he hadn't been the cause of it at all. "..You owe me more ice cream.." Because, of course, his throwing it on someone else definitely made it their fault.. A pointed stare from the building just a foot or two down the sidewalk, back to the faerie, said he meant it.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 4, 2008 5:32:19 GMT -5
Blaine looked to Edmund at this. What! He was the one that threw the icecream on him! With a bit of a pout he sighed. Trying his best to shake off the sticky stuff before he looked back to the icecream shop.
“ I guess I owe it to you.” He sighed in defeat since well. Pointing out the obvious would only get him into more trouble. With this he gestured back into the shop.
“ Fine I’ll buy you more.” He frowned. At least he had picked some pockets earlier. Man… why did he like hanging around this guy again? Oh yeah… free lodging.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 4, 2008 19:51:56 GMT -5
"MmHm," he answered, in the sort of tone that suggests a 'you-would-be-in-trouble-if-you-said-anything-else', slipping his hands into his pockets. He wasn't putting any thought into whether or not the faerie had any money on him..Which he probably should have been, seeing as the blonde in question had left a stack of money on his coffee table that morning.. But, well. Blaine was probably just lucky he was avoiding another bitch-fit.
A hand withdrawn from the shelter of his pocket again, and he made a shooing motion at the other, like he might a little child or a dog. "Go on." One brow raised slightly in challenge, still just daring him to protest in the slightest. ..Dealing with Edmund really..Took a lot of patience.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 4, 2008 20:21:00 GMT -5
“ I’m going, I’m going but what the hell do you want? You need to order. I’ll pay.” he frowned a bit as he entered the place and ordered himself a vanilla custard in a cone… of all things. His emerald and amber orbs watching as the man got his order together then waved Edmund forward to place his as well. Hmm… this could be quite a bad thing for the fairy to have ordered….. If one thought about it….
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 4, 2008 21:50:56 GMT -5
"Pah. Difficult," Edmund muttered, trailing after him. Really, the difficult one was probably more..Ah. Pointing that out probably wouldn't be too horribly wise, anyways. He looked put out as per usual as he waited on Blaine to go about getting his own..Whatever he was getting. He didn't pay any attention. He did catch 'cone', though, and that struck him as sounding better than spoons that bent every time he went to take a bite.. He was probably irritating the poor man behind the counter with how long he was taking. Chances were he probably knew it, too.
Finally, he settled on strawberry in a cone. Somehow, throwing the last choice he'd made on someone made it less appealing the second time around.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 5, 2008 5:31:33 GMT -5
Blaine paid for the icecream and turned to leave the place. Licking his cone in a matter that could put ideas in even the most serious of creatures.
“ Mmm.” He smirked a bit. Swirling his tongue about the top of the cone before turning away innocently.
“ How I do like sweets.” He purred innocently before then suddenly adding.
“ So what are we doing now?” He questioned the guy suddenly.
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