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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 10, 2008 20:35:52 GMT -5
A few seconds of silence from the hybrid after Blaine's proclamation on the city, expression a clear 'you're nuts' even before the other switched back into psycho-kid mode. Blink..Stare..Walk. "You. Are the biggest fruitcake I have ever met," he told him earnestly. He meant it in the 'you're nuttier than a fruitcake' sense..But he'd be just as content if he took it as 'gay', too. Either way, it worked. "Save the melodrama..Please." 'Place the damned are drawn to'..Please. It's just a city, that one psycho settled in, and then another psycho followed HIM.. He couldn't quite put his finger on the reason, but he really disliked Blaine's opinion on the place. Maybe it was thinking of himself as 'damned'. That might do it.
"And don't crap youself," he added nastily, after a second's thought, possibly to compensate for the little wave of heebie-jeebies Blaine had inspired in him. "It's just a park." ..Okay, it had been his idea..So maybe that had been a little out of line. And if Edmund was thinking that something he said was too much..Well, by normal standards..He made a half-regretful little 'eh' noise.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 10, 2008 21:17:05 GMT -5
Blaine looked over to Edmund with a smirk.
“ It’s called mood, my son and the park has stands selling sweets. How can I not be excited!~” He practically sang out. The boy had two hundred dollars plus on his being and there were sweets within that park. He was lucky that Blaine wasn’t on the floor having a seizure at the moment from the mere promise of sweet confections. Before he could say much else he grinned brightly at him once more.
“ Lets get some lemonade and we can find a nice secluded spot for me to massage your back if you want. It has to hurt after earlier I would suspect.” Blaine offered yet again. Hmm….. He almost wondered if he could get him to reveal his wings once more for him… since well. They had lots of soft feathery goodness for him to fawn over.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 10, 2008 21:37:46 GMT -5
"..Call me 'my son' again, Blaine. Really," he suggested, expression and tone one big threat. Okay, so he'd assed off and probably deserved that..But still. 'My son' was not going to fly. How old was this little punk, anyways?
But, unacceptable names or no, he sighed a little sigh through his nose, then nodded. "It's a little more sore.." he admitted, finally. He wondered if it had anything to do with that lovely little crack he'd heard when the turkey-wings-Really, he still didn't look like a turkey..- had gone back in. "..Fine." Lemonade sounded good, too. So did 'secluded'. Typically, the less people, the better, as far as he was concerned.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 11, 2008 5:20:04 GMT -5
“ Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade, lemonade~” Blaine chanted like a song to the skies as he moved along like a little kid. It didn’t take long before he found the proclaimed stand and ordered up two large lemonade’s. The sign said home made and of course… Blaine didn’t care, as long as it had sugar he was good. He took the drink and handed one over to Edmund with a grin.
“ I know a place near the jogging path. It’s a bit off in the woods so we don’t get disturbed.” He told him as he started to move off once more. He waved the man towards him. Showing him the path. Orbs of amber and cold fleeting around the park. Almost watching as if he would be attacked any second.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 11, 2008 18:17:01 GMT -5
Edmund eyed the lemonade for a second, as though he might be afraid he'd find a fly swimming in it, or something. When it apparently passed the inspection, he lifted it to his lips and took a sip. Compared to Blaine, he was an island of absolute calm as he trailed after him. ..Albeit a..Frowning calm. Maybe something of a frown was just his 'neutral' face.
For a second, something in his brain protested 'alone, off in the woods, with Blaine', but it was pushed to the back of his qeue of thoughts as stepped up to the blonde's side once more, looked down to him and opened his mouth to say something, caught his gaze shifting around. His frown deepened from the presumable neutral. "..What are you looking around like that for?" he demanded, one brow arching up. "Didn't you say it was alright for a while? You look like a psychopathic rabbit." It was probably only the lemonade in his hand that was sparing the faerie another bonk on the head,
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 11, 2008 19:12:27 GMT -5
Blaine laughed nervously as he took another sip of his drink.
“ Well….. Even though they probably won’t attack… it still makes me nervous. “ he admitted as he frowned for a second. Washing it away as quick as it came he took another sip of his sweet nectar.
“I don’t need to draw someone into this mess that doesn’t need to be you know. “ He smiled, admitting he felt bad for getting Edmund into that attack but still….. He looked down at the simple drink once more, walking the path and soon finding themselves lost deep within the wooded patch in the center of the city.
“ Lay down, lay down. Let me work on your back for a bit. You deserve it after earlier.” He told him. Fleeting thoughts moving back to last night…. Um no. He wasn’t going to be naughty again.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 11, 2008 19:29:32 GMT -5
A hearty roll of sea-green eyes, and the hybrid took another drink of his lemonade. He was glad Blaine had suggested it.. He didn't often get lemonade. Maybe he should more often..On the other hand, he wasn't glad that the faerie was going on about being nervous and 'drawing someone into the mess'. He had asked, though. A sort of malformed cross between 'don't worry' and 'I already said I was going to beat them if they came back, so I don't mind, don't worry about that either' rose in him, sticking in his throat and finally coming through his emotional constipation as an irritable little wave of 'shut up'. Rather than lay down as he was told, he turned to face the other, curling his free hand into a fist and clunking it very deliberately into the side of Blaine's head. The gesture was entirely benign, not hard enough to hurt for more than the split second of impact, but it didn't necessarily have to be, as the firm lingering of his knuckles and frown passed on clearly enough. "Don't spazz out," he commanded, brow furrowing further. "I mean it."
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 11, 2008 20:12:33 GMT -5
“ Ow!” Blaine complained in a child like matter. Frowning up to the guy who just had assaulted him.
“ Fine, but only if you lay down and let me fix your back.” He told him as he waved his hand causing a nice wave of moss to lay out upon the ground like a mat.
“ It’s the least I can do for you.” he added. Still rubbing his head as if the guy had just hit him full force but once again it was Blaine over exaggerating. Emerald and amber eyes looked to the guy. Still trying to figure him out with his complex range of emotions. He would need a Edmund to English dictionary of facial expressions soon if this guy didn’t lighten up a bit. Though honestly…. Blaine didn’t mind the guessing game. It was all the more fun for him to try to figure him out.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 11, 2008 20:39:23 GMT -5
"That didn't hurt, you pansy.." he muttered, tipping back his lemonade and chugging the rest of it. He did look grateful for the moss, though, a slight softening of his expression as he settled down on his stomach onto it, fidgeting around for a second, folding his arms beneath his chin. Might not be a good idea.. Skeptical-and-untrusting-of-Blaine corner of his mind said. He fidgeted again. You already told him he's not allowed to touch you, now he's not going to take you seriously.. Fidget. Really, it shouldn't be such a big deal, right? If Blaine stopped taking him seriously, he'd introduce the faerie to a level of bitch that he'd never even fathomed.. He could do that. 'Bitch' was his specialty.
He turned his head to peer up at the blonde out of the corner of his eye, expression half-expectant, half-warning. Not the friendliest look he could've given him, really.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 11, 2008 20:56:53 GMT -5
Blaine fidgeted under the stare of Edmund. Slowly, placing his hands upon his flesh he started to massage him. Much better then the other night since now his hands were normal size. They glowed softly. Pouring his energy into it a bit. Placing pressure upon his flesh he tried his best to perform a deep tissue massage upon the man.
“ How does that feel?” He asked the guy, soft eyes gazing upon him as he remembered the night before. A slight blush crept upon his cheeks. Hn… even if he couldn’t touch sexually…. They guy couldn’t make him stop thinking about it.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 11, 2008 21:27:06 GMT -5
A little shiver of pleasure almost immediately as he felt the other man's hands, and he thought that he could really get used to massages.. Maybe making such a big deal out of people messing with his back was a poor choice on his part, because he was deciding that he liked it.. The contentment and that new little revelation lasted for just a second, long enough for his eyelids to flutter and a soft little breath escape him. Then he realized, quite abrubtly, that Blaine's hands felt..He didn't know quite how to describe it. Familiar, maybe. Much more familiar than they should have. Before, when he'd done this..Well, for one, Blaine had been small. But it had felt.. A little bit awkward, like holding hands with a stranger, how their touch never felt quite right until you managed to get used to them.
Now, though, the faerie's hands felt entirely natural, and that made it troubling in a way that left his skin under his touch feeling suddenly too warm. It wouldn't be nearly so bad if he wasn't painfully aware of what had caused the change.. He was still enjoying it, definitely. It felt amazing, and the hybrid was coming to the vague conclusion that he might enjoy being touched..On occasion. But now he was a little bit, a little bit, and a little bit more uncomfortable with the situation. A fidget, and he realized he'd looked away from the other, focusing on a line of fire ants crawling into his discarded lemonade cup.
"..Good," he said, finally. Understatement, his soft tone of voice said at the same time. It did still feel wonderful..Even if his mind was doing its best to ruin it for him. Fidget. Stop squirming.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 12, 2008 5:31:42 GMT -5
“ I can make it feel better if you would stop fidgeting for two seconds. Sheesh, if your afraid about me touching you like last night don’t worry I said I wouldn’t.” He reassured him though reminding him of that fact probably wasn’t for the best. Blaine reached over. Finishing up his lemonade for a moment before returning to his task once more. Pressing harder upon his muscles he tried his best to bring pleasure to this guy. Though he didn’t know of his mindless sabotage that Edmund was telling himself. Blaine particularly paid attention to the areas where the wings would eventually sprout from.
“ You helped me…. So I’ll obey your word…. For the most part.” He grinned as he whispered that into his ear. So close, so devious though well the fae hadn’t meant for it to come out that way.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 12, 2008 6:14:11 GMT -5
Too much. That tone of voice was too much, and Blaine's nearness to him on deilvery overtook the part of him that was insisting, 'Screw worrying, this feels good', and he jerked himself up into a sit immediately, legs gathered under him, and the faerie was probably lucky that the side of his head only brushed the tip of his nose when he did so, because it probably would've hurt otherwise. His frown had hit full-blown grimace, and he stared at the blonde, eyes flashing. He already missed the attention to his back horribly.. But he could handle it when Blaine was acting like..Like the cute little Blaine that he wasn't going to let anyone hurt. When he started sounding like an urban..Disgust-irritation-you-were-stupid-for-agreeing-to-this-Edmund all whirled through his head, translating into the only thing he could possibly think to let it out as. ..Edmund was pissed.
He didn't even know what to say. His expression was a more or less clear 'I'll fuck you up', but that didn't exactly feel right in his mouth. So he settled for just giving him that viper-face.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 12, 2008 18:16:13 GMT -5
Blaine was suddenly flung back on his ass. His face just missing a collision with Edmunds head caused him to frown. He settled back a bit. Holding up his hands in surrender.
“ Sorry… sorry… too close I get it.” he spoke, just knowing from that look in his eyes what he was thinking about. His own eyes reflected that look of ‘I give up’ that children often give a parent when they know they were not getting their way on things. That soft expression that could be seen within his eyes. The urban was constantly fighting this personality within his mind, for so many years not allowed to be himself but a Urban who was as nasty as he could try to be despite his personality quirk. It was what was expected of him… and it was what his father hated him for.
“ Care to finish? Or would you rather me sit over here with my hands in the air so you know I won’t touch you?” He asked. Trying to make him laugh a bit with his wise assed remark.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 12, 2008 19:31:24 GMT -5
To say the least, he wasn't laughing. Rather, Edmund shifted in a way that suggested he wasn't planning on lying back down any time soon, crossing his legs indian-style, elbows on knees, chin in hands. A few seconds of silence, staring, frowning. "..I don't get you," he told him, finally. He stared a little more intently, then, like maybe if he inspected him long enough, he'd be able to figure him out. He really didn't get it..Blaine had said something about his 'nature', but..
"You go from hugging my wings like a kid-" Which he had let him do, and which he was now regretting, "-to sounding like a molester." And from being afraid of a nonexistant rottweiler to.. "I really don't understand it." Well, he could've been throwing a temper tantrum. That he wasn't was probably a lucky break.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 12, 2008 20:54:20 GMT -5
Blaine sighed at this. Flopping back as he starred at the sky.
“ Do yourself a favor and don’t try to figure me out. No one has ever done so successfully. Though think about it. All your life your beaten and smacked for being -too good- for being generally nice and not feeling like sleeping around. You punished for not being mean to people, for not playing enough harmful tricks and being a stupid runt of a Urban. To top that off, your of the royal family. The most harmful, nasty, sluttish nature faes around….Who actually hate you with every fiber…. Cause you won’t act like a normal Urban Fae. Now tell me, how would -you- act?” He asked, though not in a nasty matter. More in a manner of a young kid… just looking for the direction to walk in. Things were confusing… and they were still confusing. Good and bad… nice and naughty… which was the right way to act?
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 12, 2008 21:02:59 GMT -5
Edmund arched his brows a little bit at that, looking taken aback. Honest truth, he'd been expecting some sort of nonsensical babble, and maybe an excuse to give Blaine a good smack upside the head. But what came out of his mouth instead.. It was surprising. Surprising enough, for once, to convince the hybrid to take him seriously, the little explanation and question driving the majority of his temper out again, just for the moment. He leaned his head a little more heavily onto his hands, then, actually looking like he was putting some thought into it.
"..I would probably be pissed," he told him, finally, thoughfully. That..Was more or less his reaction to everything unpleasant. Maybe he realized that, because he elaborated, "I'd stir up a lot of shit. Or try to, at least." A pause, more deliberation over what was coming out of his mouth. The half-earnest tone continued on, unspoiled by the insults that he came up with so often. "If they didn't like the way I acted..I'd give them a good reason to shut up about it and keep their opinions to themselves. But then.." A short little sigh, and he glanced upwards, maybe wondering what it was Blaine was seeing up there that he found so interesting. "The problem's that you WON'T do stuff like that, right?" Dilemma. But at least the hybrid could, apparently, take this sort of thing seriously, decently when he wanted to.
"..That's really it, though?" he asked, looking back down to the blonde. "That's really the reason for the whole big deal? Because you don't want to act like a slut?" Not the most eloquent way to put it, definitely. And, he thought that was what Blaine had said before, but.. "They won't just leave you be?"
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 12, 2008 21:37:20 GMT -5
“ I don’t want to see others sad…” He frowned to himself. Sitting up as he looked over to Edmund with a bit of a surprise to his reaction. He shook his golden blonde head at this. Eye’s turning to look to his friend.
“and…. Well, that’s the reason sort of…. Why I’m wanted…… my father went to strike at me… and my brother stepped in, stopping him. We… we sort of got into a fight with him…. My brother was only accepted back cause he has the Urban nature… and is the heir to the throne.. Though I was to rule beside him….I am now a liability to the nation… and to my fathers pride.” he informed Edmund. He laughed slightly as he scratched at the back of his head a bit sheepishly.
“ I’m really as fucked up as they can come.” He grinned, thinking well…. That this was life.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 12, 2008 21:50:52 GMT -5
"Ah, well," the hybrid muttered, rolling his eyes, and apparently abandoning what social skills he'd adopted for just a second with that gesture, "Don't get cocky. I'm sure there are a lot of people more screwed up than you are." It sounded more derisive than anything, by the tone, but then, that would really be pushing it as an insult. Maybe it was a little bit of not-so-open-catch-it-if-you-look-hard-enough reassurance. Maybe.
He shifted his elbows a little on his legs as the bone digging down into his skin started to hurt, fixing Blaine with a stern look. "..You realize that it's going to be just the opposite if you don't want me smacking you around, right?" he asked suddenly. "Acting like a skanky urban is probably the quickest way to piss me off." ..Ouch, but it was true, at least, and left absolutely no room for doubt as to the hybrid's opinion of his behavior. "I'm not likely to end up sending freakish hitmen after you-" An arched brow, probably translatable as 'I'm not going to treat you as badly as they did',-"But that's something you're going to have to keep in mind. I mean it. You're going to have to keep yourself tolerable if I'm going to spend any time around you." See also, 'I think you're okay when you're not encouraging me to take off my pants, I might even like you.'
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 13, 2008 16:06:24 GMT -5
Blaine saluted the guy in response. Rather liking his words though he wasn’t sure how to exactly take them. Edmund was still a mystery to him and as confusing as they come.
“ Feel free to smack me if I act like a skank!” He replied, with a serious face that no one could actually take well…. Serious… Though as quickly as it had arrived all seriousness was gone once more.
“ Feel free to correct me is I offend you.” He added with that famous Cheshire grin. His eyes falling upon the man in a playful matter he knew he would have to remind himself…. -a lot- about not acting up as bad as he usually did….
“ He… uh… does that mean no pick pocketing too?” He frowned a bit since well…. That was one of the few Urban activities he actually enjoyed….. Free Money! What could be better.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 13, 2008 17:05:50 GMT -5
A snort, like Blaine's chipper reaction was one of the most obnoxious things he'd ever been forced to endure, and then Edmund took his turn to drop onto his back, rolling his eyes. "..No," he told him, tone flat. "That doesn't mean no pick-pocketing." It probably should..But, hell. If people couldn't keep their money safe from a whacked-out faerie, it was better off going to the two of them anyways. He blinked over at what had once been his lemonade cup, and prodded it an inch or two, watching a swarm of fire ants generally be baffled before they caught up to it again.
"If anything of mine goes missing, you're in trouble," he tacked on, assuming the blonde knew that, but putting in the threat just in case. "..Just, you can do anything you want to other people. Go out and molest someone-I don't give a damn. But if you skank at me.." That was where the 'smacking around' came in, apparently. A pause, a grumble, and he rolled onto his side, turning his back towards the faerie like a sulky kid. "..You are so fucking lucky I'm not holding what you did against you." Well, he was..To an extent. He was just..Having a hard time..Convincing himself to keep the grudge going steady..Failing at it, really. Damn psychotic Blaine. "..I should."
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 13, 2008 19:00:29 GMT -5
Blaine was about to remind him that he did ask for it, but thought better against it as he nodded.
“ Yeah I got it.” He replied to the words of not stealing from him.
“ I never steal from friends… only the rich and my enemies.” He smirked deviously, obviously making it known he was bad to be enemies with. With the man rolling onto his side he laid back in the grass a bit. Closeing his eyes before shifting to his miniature state he flew over to the guy. Posing on the side of the lemonade cup he grinned at Edmund.
“ Though …. May I ask. What form do you prefer me living in your house as? So I know what I need to do about my stuff.” He grinned as he had pointed over to the large duffle bag he had tossed down earlier that was now a normal human sized bad.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 13, 2008 19:08:45 GMT -5
Edmund looked a little bit startled, like maybe he'd half-forgotten that Blaine could shift sizes like that. He got over it soon enough, though, relaxing from the way he'd pulled back. One hand was lifted, one finger extended in front of a lemonade-gorged red ant, and then the same ant was deposited delicately atop Blaine's head. He kept the same neutral look on his face all the while, as if he hadn't only just picked up a bug that was very likely to sting him, but then dropped said stinging bug onto someone's tiny little head.
"I'd prefer it if you weren't squashable-sized," he told him. "It might be too tempting to conveniently drop a plate or something onto your head." Not really. But he was easier to beat on without breaking if he was bigger, at least.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 13, 2008 20:05:18 GMT -5
Blaine looked up cross eyed at the bug. One… two… three seconds passed as he suddenly saw the thing thinking about stinging him. With this he suddenly flung his hands about, screaming as he went to knock it off and fell off the cup onto his back. He starred up at the man before him. Giving him the thumbs up as he suddenly shifted back into his human shape.
“ Got it.” He responded. Closeing his eyes with a sigh.
“ You know, placing something that can sting a person… with a stinger the size of a butcher knife upon ones head. Is not a very good idea.”He told him with a frown.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 13, 2008 20:15:58 GMT -5
"Typically, no," the hybrid responded, totally deadpan and apparently unrepentant. He didn't bother sitting up, only glanced from the cup to Blaine's now-large form. "Then again, neither is sitting so close to ants with lemonade, no matter what size you are." He shifted a little on the carpet of moss, watching one crawl up onto Blaine's leg, apparently unworried by his own proximity to the things. Maybe they were more likely to go after you if you were sitting, rather than lounging, as he was. ..Which was very obviously not true. Maybe he just didn't care all that much.
"We're just full of bad ideas, hm?" A pause. "..Either way you probably get stung, though, so it works out alright for me." Twitch. Just the very corner of his lips, eyes flashing with the sort of malevolent mischief that usually preceeds something like a bomb going off in someone's mailbox. It was still a smile, though, if only barely.
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