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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 25, 2011 0:50:15 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sun begins to set earlier than normal as a cold winter draws near. Photographs of a dream yet told; capture their passing moments to be remembered forever.
Stretching his strong arms, the young man got up from the futon stretching along one of the walls where he normally took up residence. He grumbled lightly as he ruffled his messy brunette hair and looked around. Way to go Keegan, no sleep again. Sure he had been busy all the previous night, and working in the darker innermost rooms of his villa during the day, but that didn't mean he shouldn't get any sleep. One of these days it was going to catch up to him and bite him in the ass hard.
Shuffling about where he sat the male; appearing to be in his mid twenties; grumbled and rose to his feet lazily. You'd think that after a century of doing this and living like this, he'd be used to it. As he weaved his way through his cluttered room, he made his way to his closet; he pulled out some articles before turning and wandering through the clutter again, more of in a ritual trance than anything, and went to get a quick shower. When he finished, he dried quickly, more awake and not wanting to waste too much time. He would never allow himself to be late, even less so for the 'party of the year'.
This family down the way was hosting a grand splendor known as a gala, yet again, and expected him to be present, to which he could do nothing but comply. After all, this was probably the perfect opportunity to find his new mate. He could only go so much longer with eating from shit people to live and no mate, before he would go mad. If the party was a bust, he could always find some food on the way home, and fill the void for a little while with some random person to fuck until the day broke once again.
Pulling a soft black button down shirt over his firm, broad shoulders, he glanced up at himself in the mirror and blinked a few times. It was always weird for him to not see him present in the glass. After so many years of being forever missing from it, he still had yet to grasp that idea. He always preferred to see himself when he got ready.
If he could be seen, he knew from experience and the last picture ever taken of him, he was an interesting looking male. His hair, a medium brunette, with tinges of red, curled in soft sweeps over his head, descending just above his blue eyes. His complexion was pale. Always pale. That was partly from the long days he spent inside, and long nights out, but mostly due to the fact that he lacked a bit of a normal blood flow through his body. Though his heart pumped it after he would feed and actually had some blood in his body, it was very little, very slow beats, trying to keep it inside and alive as long as possible. Also, his whole body was just awkward. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't attractive. He was tall, strong, and built in all the right places, but his arms were longer than he would like, and his legs, lordy don't get him started on them.
Deciding not to think about it, he pulled on some dark grey dress pants and walked from the bathroom. As he walked to his closet once more, where the rest of his outfit hung, he pulled on a smooth white tie, carefully tying it, having gotten used to them with practice, and made sure it stayed neat as he pulled over a silky silver vest, with black buttons to accent it. As he carefully fixed it and carefully fixed it to his frame. He pulled the dark grey tailed coat from the hanger, set to match his pants, he draped it over his shoulder, not ready to pull it on yet, before he wandered to his desk to gather his phone, keys and wallet quickly. Pocketing them, he turned and took off from his room and the villa, into the night, ready to get to the party.
He arrived at the house not long after he had woken up, the party already well in full swing, alert and ready to see if he could find someone new. He had the chance to meet other people here, to feast upon great beauties and possibly find someone to either feast upon, or keep forever. Here, he had the chance to ignore his vampire ways, act like a human with a darker plan, and appear to be.
How boring.
So many people bustled about the house, flowing inside and out, enjoying themselves and bobbing to the music that poured into the small streets. There were so many people there, all making the part… rather annoying really. There were the ones who were genuinely curious of others, wanting to meet new people; alright; and then there were some who thought they might be better than others and wanted to prove themselves with a ‘my horse is bigger than your horse’; annoying; the ones who didn't want to be there but had no choice, who tended to be rude; also annoying; and the ones who just went with the flow; dull.
Standing tall and reform, he debated on pulling his coat on at last, but sighed and turned away from the gala, into the night and the streets that probably held more interesting people. Setting off at a leisurely pace, moving with a strong air about him he walked, taking in the sights. Perhaps he could find someone less annoying, and less drunk, out here. Tucking his hands into his pockets, coat still resting in the crook of his elbow, he hoped tonight would at least be worth the blood he was wasting going out.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 26, 2011 23:03:34 GMT -5
He sat on the sidewalk bench, looking out into the darkness. The wind swept his hair across his pale face, his deeply passionate blue eyes met with the moon as he let out a long sigh. He let his head droop and gently tapped the toe of his black cow boy boot against the cool concrete. It made a click clack sound that echoed down the street. Andrew was very and utterly, alone. Life had not treated him well. He spent his time trying to do anything to earn a few extra dollars. Most of the time, making due meant hustling his body to strangers with warm houses and cookies their wives made them before they traveled on business to the United States. Yes, Andy was a whore. In the literal stance speaking, at least. He looked down at his dirty fingers, there was dirt underneath his very short nails he kept at length by biting. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, taking a matchbook out and striking it. He cupped his hand over the small fire, holding the cigarette in his mouth. He brought the fire up to the edge of the cigarette, and then shook it out into the air so the match would blow out. He dropped the match corpse onto the ground and took a deep inhale from the cancer stick. He pulled the cigarette from his thin pale lips by his index and middle finger, blowing a long stream into the French air. Andy wore tight black jeans that were ripped at the knees. They were tucked into his cowboy boots, and he had a black bandanna tied around one of his boots he used as a scarf when the air was cold and crisp. The breeze was warm enough tonight, though. Through the holes on his pants you could see his pale knees which were highly bruised and scratched by kneeling on the asphalt and concrete to much, especially in front of people in alley ways. Some men didn’t have the courtesy to treat him to a nice warm bed after his dues were paid. He wore an old black misfits shirt he had gotten from a garage sale about two years previous which was dirty and ripping at the seams. It hugged his body tightly, for he had a growth spurt on his 19th birthday. His only means of warmth was a black leather jacket that was worn by years and years of age. It held tightly to his body and moved with ease for it was falling apart, with holes in the elbows from falling. He had black fingerless gloves that kept his palms warm and hid his nervous sweaty palms when he talked to people. He wore thick black bags underneath his eyes from lack of sleep, which accented his bright blue orbs. They shone like the Caribbean sea. He pulled the cigarette back up to his lips and inhaled again, letting the world sink in around him. His body was worn and tired, and in all reality he just wanted a nice warm shower and a bath. His ideal would be getting out of his clothes that hadn’t been washed in GOD knows how long, but fat chance. He didn’t make the money to buy clothes. He made enough money for food. Once in a while, a night of hotel with color cable TV. But that was rare. In those occasions, he would take 3 hour showers. E enjoyed being clean, for anyone who lived in filth would. The wind whistled by as he looked up into the stars in the night, a pleasant smile on his face. The night was young, he had the world at his fingertips.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 26, 2011 23:34:51 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - He could feel it.
God, it reached the point that he could feel it.
He could feel the blood, the little blood he had left from a feeding a little less than a week ago that is, being used up and draining from his body. Each little bit of it just seeped through his slow beating heart, and rarely making it back out the other end. He often wondered if this was how a woman felt on her period. After all, at that point blood was seeping from their body to die. Sure, it was dying outside the body, and in a completely different way, but still, it had to feel similar. After all, the more he carried on with whatever little blood he carried in his body, the more he hurt.
Could you imagine? A vampire feeling pain? Most people couldn’t imagine such a thing, which Keegan always thought to be both an incredibly annoying thought, and also a stupid one.
As he walked down the road, looking for a new kill, and possibly a good fuck, Keegan bit at his bottom lip out of habit, trying to ignore the pain in his chest as his heart slowed. He had eaten earlier that week, he shouldn’t need blood now. However, he was finding that he was needing more as time went on. Could something be going on with him? He would have to find some information on it. Which was always an adventure in itself. After all, most things he found, anywhere, either provided askew information about whatever vampire had been through the area, or it was all ‘fan’ information. None of that was ever right. More annoying than anything.
As he wandered down the street, hardly making any noise as he walked upon the cement. He perked his head up as he heard the sounds of someone else’s shoes. Since he hardly made noise, it was easy to tell when another person was nearby. He saw the boy, sitting on a random bench, appearing to brood.
Oh joyful. The boy was an interesting person to look at, at least. His long dark hair, swept over his face in graceful intervals, but sticking out oddly in the back looked to be rather soft, and he had the urge to run his fingers through it. He was slender, but still held a handsome undertone, with a gentle face. His clothes were tattered, and hardly fit him, which caused Keegan to frown at that thought and almost turn to pass him up. After all, if one didn’t care to look nice for themselves, or take care of themselves, why be bothered with them?
However, as his own grey blue eyes fell upon the other’s opaline blue ones, he paused.
Interesting.
A pang in his chest told him he couldn’t waste anymore time standing there looking over the other male, but he didn’t care. It was hardly likely that he would find anyone else that night as most people were either holed up inside their houses, or at the party down the way. This was a problem for him, so, adjusting his silky vest, to make sure he still looked presentable, he stepped forward towards the other male, sitting on the bench beside him, resting his jacket in his lap.
“Evening.” Was all he said, his baritone voice ringing our warmly, as he allowed the other to be the one to speak first. Hopefully, the other male wouldn’t be scared that he practically appeared out of nowhere, and hopefully the gift he held in which he could be more alluring than any human, and attract most people to him with a simple look, or a word, still worked well when he was almost out of blood. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words STATUS !?[/b] Finished THREAD MEMBERS !?[/b] Jayy WORDS !?[/b] 624 NOTES !?[/b] none LISTENING TO !?[/b] nothing yet for this thread
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 0:49:07 GMT -5
Andy drew in a deep breath from the cigarette, and then was frightened at the sound of somebody sitting next to him. His eyes looked up, for he was sure he hadn’t heard anyone coming in the moments before. His hearing was still luckily intact, or at least he was sure it was for he had heard the rats scurrying along the drain pipe just an hour or so before. He looked at the interesting male sitting next to him, raising an eyebrow as he turned his head ever so slightly to blow the long stream of smoke from between his lips. He coughed a bit as he listened to the man talk, his voice making Andy’s insides quiver with excitement. Something about the presence of this male was highly attractive, causing Andy to feel much of that of a small school girl.
“Ssup, dude,” Andy offered, turning his body ever so slightly. He leant one of his arms over the back of the bench, staring at the man’s eyes, looking at the alluring gray that called him in. He felt swallowed by his eyes in this man’s company, as though he were swimming through pools of paint. It made him smile slightly, although he had no intention of being creepy. Andy crossed one of his legs over the other so they were folded at the knee. He drew in his last breath of cigarette, dropping it onto the concrete and blowing the smoke from his lips away from the man, for he was not a rude person.
It took him a moment, but it registered in his head that maybe this man was here for a “service”. Had word gotten around that he had been reduced to simply a French whore? The idea frightened him yet he just simply looked at the man, tilting his head slightly to the side. His hair was frizzy and messed up, for he did not own a comb and it had been a long while since he had treated it. Although it had not been combed and was very ratty, it was as black as a raven with the tenderness of a dove. It looked at though Motley Crue had interviewed him for their video.
“How may I help you?” he asked very politely as he folded his hands together and set them on his knee. Andy’s night had not quite begun, for he had a long night of trying to earn a few bucks. Unlucky for him, his stomach was growling loudly and he never made enough money to be able to eat before all the restaurants closed. So even if he did make a piece of money tonight, he would have to wait until dawn broke to ease his growling stomach. The hunger pains were certainly a turn off to those who heard them, although semen wasn’t filling it sometimes made them stop, with enough of it. How nice, he had always thought, would it be to never get hungry. Then he could spend all over his money on simply living arrangements.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 27, 2011 1:21:24 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - As the other gazed at him, Keegan allowed this moment for him to look over his body and not appear to be too creepy while doing so. His grey blue eyes taking in as much as he could. The way he shifted, and looked at him screamed to the brunette that his powers were still working. This was good to know.
As he looked at him, the sweetest sound he could ever hear reached his ears. Thump thump. Thump thump. Moving through his body at a steady pace, blood pumping about the body, seeping through the veins, coursing up and down the lengths of his limbs, keeping him alive. Good lord he could die right there just listening to that wonderful sound.
When the other male spoke, asking if he could do anything for him he blinked. What on Earth did he mean?
Raising an eyebrow at him, he looked him over once more, trying to think about it all. Nodding he understood; it all made sense now. He must be tired, because normally he could deduce things like that about people in a heartbeat. He had to be tired, or the lack of blood was getting to him. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t understand now. The boy was a hustler.
He couldn’t figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
How annoying.
As he leaned back on the bench, he looked up at the sky, taking in the stars they could see from the hill the edge of the city rested upon.
“You shouldn’t assume.” He said bluntly though still trying to keep his allure up in his voice. “I am here to sit, but if you don’t want me to…” he trailed off as he stood up in one graceful sweeping motion, tucking his coat in the crook of his arm again. What was he doing? He needed blood and a good fuck and here he was walking away from it? From the sound of the male’s stomach, he could use food, and the looks of him, a good night’s rest as well as some money to care for himself. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words STATUS !?[/b] Finished THREAD MEMBERS !?[/b] Jayy WORDS !?[/b] 998 NOTES !?[/b] none LISTENING TO !?[/b] nothing yet for this thread
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 1:32:35 GMT -5
Andy shook his head quickly as the other man stood up. He did not mean to assume anything, but for the fact that this man was sitting next to him with so little words. He didn’t know if this man was here for a hook-up or just needed someone to chat too. For all Andy knew, this man was a murderer. He sat back straight on the bench again, clearing his throat. After he cleared his throat, he coughed the smoke in his lungs back lashing at him. He had been a smoker since he was 14, and standing here at 23, his lungs were worse than ever. That’s what he got for going through two packs of cigarettes a day. The only way to keep a hungry stomach at bay was his reasoning.
“I did not mean to assume anything sir, you may sit,” he offered with a friendly smile. Honestly, he didn’t want this man to leave because he was such nice eye candy. Andy could sit and stare at his brown curls all night if he had the chance. Maybe he was assuming that the man wanted to sleep with him without even noticing it. For this man certainly was handsome, and Andy was not used to handsome men. Men came a dime a dozen, and if he found one that didn’t smell like onions and corned beef, he was certainly happy. And this man, this man had a smell of his own. The only reason he knew so was the difference in air when he had showed up.
The allure of this man kept Andy interested as he relaxed back in the bench. His eyes dropped to his knees for a moment before looking back at the astonishingly well dressed man. Something he hadn’t noticed moments before when he had been lost in the gray puddle of his eyes. He had always been fascinated with eyes because of the compliments he got on his. He could never see his own eyes and was envious of the fact, so he spent his time staring into other people’s eyes. Yet no one held as much inner beauty as this all man, he felt downsized compared to the beautiful orbs.
“It gets lonely watching the moon by yourself from time to time,” he mused. It wasn’t directly to the man, but more into the world. As a thought, he gestured. It was something he thought about from time to time when he was left alone in the night, only on a bench in the park with maybe a news paper to keep him warm. If the weather were to get cool tonight, he would have yet again one of those restless nights.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 27, 2011 1:51:42 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - A gentle breeze picked up slightly as he stood there, looking over his shoulder to the male sitting upon the bench. It ruffled his hair slightly, causing some of into fall into one eye and obscuring his vision for a moment before he reached up and brushed it away, trying to move as gracefully as he could. This boy needed him, or at least some money, which he wouldn’t mind giving him so long as he got what he needed in return; and he needed blood.
Untucking the coat from his arm at the other’s request to sit back down, he flopped back on the seat and smirked at Andy before he looked back up to the sky, allowing his time to sit and listen to the other’s blood, loving the sound of it.
“Being alone keeps you from getting hurt.” He responded softly, hardly even thinking about what he had said until it was said. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to be hurt, more than he just preferred to be alone so people wouldn’t bore and annoy him.
However, somewhere in the back of his mind, he really did not want to be hurt. The person who made him a vampire had hurt him after all. The only person he ever allowed in his life too, so that meant even more. Even if the man had saved his life, he still, even now, sometimes thought it would be better to just have died that day.
Brushing that thought from his mind, he looked to the younger male again. “You’re hungry.” He pointed out randomly, the sound of his stomach interrupting the sounds of the blood flow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words STATUS !?[/b] Finished THREAD MEMBERS !?[/b] Jayy WORDS !?[/b] 280 NOTES !?[/b] none LISTENING TO !?[/b] nothing yet for this thread
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 1:59:43 GMT -5
“Sometimes being hurt isn’t all that bad,” Andy mused with a slight smile. “Bring hurt is the one thing that reminds you that you’re still alive,” he said with a small satisfied sigh. He glanced from the corner of his eye at the man sitting next to him, then back up again at the moon. Since he was a little boy, he had always been fascinated by the moon. The rumors that all the things that go bump in the night worshipped the moon, or something or the sort. It was a very handsome object, something that caught your eye and was a good light source. And when it was full, it was always looking back at you with a friendly smile.
“I’m fine,” he argued with a small shrug. Even though Andy was a hustler, he liked to have the least bit of self pride he could muster. He didn’t like to look needy in front of other people, because he didn’t like being a needy person. Sure, food would be nice, but he didn’t expect a stranger to sit on a bench with him then wine and dine him until the sun came up. He heard his stomach rumbling again and sighed, shaking his head, sure the man could still hear. “Food’s scarce. You get used to it,” he retorted as though he needed something for the man to believe. Andy certainly wasn’t about to give in.
He looked back to the male with a friendly smile, with still so little words in between them. The space in the air seemed closed, as though it wasn’t two strangers sitting on a bench together. It was an almost warm feeling. His smile dropped in fear of being quite to nice, and he looked away, yet again.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 27, 2011 2:15:23 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Being alive… Yes, to get hurt is to let you know you are a live and all, which was always nice, and he did live life to die after all… “This is true, though I don’t mean hurt in that sense. If I was to speak of that sense, I’m almost positive my job covers that easily. My life in general covers that easily as I live to die.” He informed him as he looked away from the sky to his hand, that he clenched and unclenched slowly, trying hard to ignore the pain in his chest as his heart slowed a bit more. Since when did he need blood this often? He normally could deal with it for weeks and not mind at all.
Gritting his teeth, he looked up to the male, “Certainly you eat?” he asked before he shook his head, how could people live like this? It was true that the people who lived on the streets often provided him with the best information if he was working on a particularly hard case, but still, he never understood how things could ever get that bad. They were alive after all, right?
He bit at his lip for a moment, considering if he should ask him to come by. Offer him food and potentially a place to stay, and most likely get blood off him in the process, but as a sharp pang in his chest resounded at the pump of his heart, he decided not to think on it before.
Standing up he turned completely towards him, and gazed at him, intense and alluring as he flashed him a small smirk. “Come with me.” He said, his words dripping with his power, trying to draw him in. Holding out a hand to him, he kept his eyes locked on the other’s beautiful blues. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words STATUS !?[/b] Finished THREAD MEMBERS !?[/b] Jayy WORDS !?[/b] 307 NOTES !?[/b] none LISTENING TO !?[/b] nothing yet for this thread
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 11:48:20 GMT -5
Andy listened intently as the man spoke of living to die, altogether more confused than he had been before. He took a moment to let the powerful words resonate in his mind and tried to decipher his next move, as he looked back to the beautiful man. “As I would die to live, I guess you’re saying. But you speak in the matter of emotion, yes?” he quirked raising an eyebrow. It was something he had full experience in, losing emotion for the people he cared for never quite cared the same way back. “If you talk about emotion, then yes. Being alone does keep you from getting hurt. Yet, the more you are hurt the stronger you become and soon you are numb when someone leaves you out of the blue.”
“Why, of course I eat,” he chuckled softly with a smile. “If I didn’t eat, well I probably wouldn’t be standing here,” he said, bringing his hand to his almost non-existent stomach, patting the space. “I don’t take very much to keep me going, people are generous, yes,” he said with a wide smile. He had always been grateful to the people who gave him scraps. His smile was enchanting, the way his lips curved up. It was a look of pure satisfaction. Something that people were faking these days, though he was not the type to fake it.
As the man told him to come with him, Andy could hear his heart thudding in his chest. He had been wrong; this man did want to use him for his body. Eyeballing the man’s structure, he really didn’t mind for the man was tall, handsome and probably well endowed. Being fucked by random men you didn’t know every night became routine, yet he had never had someone handsome courting him. Although, maybe this man wasn’t after that at all. His mind was cluttered with so many different things that he could hardly see straight, so quickly to clear his mind he stood up, taking the man’s hand in his own, his eyes never leaving the enchanting gray pools. He felt as though he were under a spell.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 29, 2011 1:03:42 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was…warm. The hand that had been placed in his. He wanted to break eye contact, if only for a moment, to look at the hand not clenched between his long, slender fingers. However, he knew that if he broke contact, the spell would be broken as well. The other may think random thoughts with whatever he was thinking, however, he would also be more willing to follow him, regardless of what he thought, so long as he kept eye contact. “I would much prefer it if you would join me for dinner.” He said, his voice soft, husky and rather sexy as he gazed to him.
Turning carefully, still gazing upon Andy, he started leading him away from the bench they had been sitting at. He kept Andy’s hand within his own, that was growing colder as his blood drained. His other hand continued to clench and unclench as a distraction, while they made their way back to his home.
The house was fairly nice, for being in a smaller sized French town, it was one of the larger sized houses. He tended to it during the night, to make sure the front at least looked nice, and not like any of the stupid ‘vampire fanatics’ claimed that vampiric houses looked like. As they entered, the house was easily seen as lavishly decorated. Keegan figured that, if he had money to make himself comfortable, and up to date with things, why not use the money? Sure, some of the things, like his dining table a few rooms over, was old, having been made in the late 1500s, but they was still nicely kept up, and beautiful all the same.
At last, when they stood in the kitchen filled with top of the line, stainless steel appliances, did he stop walking. Dropping his hand gently, he allowed the eye contact to be broken at last, the strength of the spell of seduction and persuasion wearing off.
“So what are you hungry for?” he asked, walking away from him to the pantry. As he opened it, a pang in his heart caused him to stop and lean on the door, clutching his chest painfully, willing it to pass. He wanted, and pleaded, for the blood to last just a bit longer. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words STATUS !?[/b] Finished THREAD MEMBERS !?[/b] Jayy WORDS !?[/b] 307 NOTES !?[/b] none LISTENING TO !?[/b] nothing yet for this thread
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Post by Jayy on Jul 30, 2011 15:33:24 GMT -5
Andy kept his eyes on the other man's, his mind filling with all sorts of dirty thoughts that were going through his head. He had been mesmerized for so long that he had started to day dream of all the things he would do to this man, the things he could do. He was slightly self conscious over the fact that he had been living on the streets for so long and really needed a nice warm bath to wash the dirt off of his pale skin, which looked slightly more tan then it really was. Andy was naturally a very pale boy but with lack of hot water he ended up looking almost Italian under the debris. It made him mostly ignore reflections and mirrors for he didn't like the look of himself. He didn't like how his hair was ratted or how there were bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He didn't like how you could just barely start to see his ribs and his protruding hips bones. He didn't like the looks of the sickly boy in the reflection. The fact that he cpuldn't take care of himself barely made for a long hard life in the future, because if he couldn't take care of himself why would anyone want to take care of him?
Walking into the house, Andy had never been so impressed. He had been in wealthy houses before, but honestly nothing like this. The way that everything looked, the money that must have gone into it. He could never imagine having enough money to even support himself in an apartment, let alone a masterpiece. His eyes wandered as he was led through the house to the kitchen, his hand still firmly in the other man's. He didn't know where he was going, but he certainly didn't mind holding the hand of such a handsome man as they searched for the kitchen. Well, he was sure the other knew where the kitchen was. His eyes were amazed from all the different surroundings and the homely feeling of such a nice place. "This place fuckin' rocks... you live here alone?" he asked curiously, his eyes returning back to the other man's.
Being led into the kitchen after the pantry was opened, it took all his will to not salivating at all the food in front of him. The different things, the options. He had to resist from saying one of everything, please and just took a moment, looking at it. Being a street kid, Andy wasn't picky. As a small boy Andy didn't like tomatoes, then once that was the only thing to eat he was stealing them from farmers and making a meal out of them. Food was scarce on his side of town, or in his alleyway more precisely. He wasn't the only homeless kid. Usually, the younger cute one's got the food first because they were more helpless. Even he had given away a whole sandwhich to a dirty seven year old crying in the alley way, petting rats. It was a tough world, really, especially where they lived. He had always wondered what it was like to be homeless in the United States. Were the people nicer? He heard there was places where homeless people could get free food and warm blankets. It took place in his dreams at night.
"Uhm, anything really. Thank you, sir," Andy said, noticing the loss of contact in his hand. He looked down, still feeling the lingering feeling of the other man near him although he were across the room practically. Andy looked at the generous man with worry in his eyes. "Are you having a heart attack? Should I call someone?" he asked in almost a panicked frenzy. Have you willed your house? he thought, taking a brief look around the kitchen, then back to the man.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 30, 2011 15:59:06 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - As the other male fazed about his house, clearly impressed, Keegan felt himself smile. He spent so much time here on his own, the thrill of seeing the nice belongings he owned wore off quickly. Besides, things like that weren’t that great. It was interesting to see nice things, meaning someone took pride in the way they lived, looked or took care of themselves, but all in all, it wasn’t something to dwell about. It was just furniture after all.
When he stood at the pantry, and he started to feel more pain, he bit at his lip, willing it to pass more. God it hurt, he hated this. This was a fate worse than death, it had to be. He always felt like it was, and that’s why now, a little less than 500 years later, he was alone.
When the other spoke up, asking if he was having a heart attack or if he needed to call anyone he shook his head. “Don’t be stupid, I’m fine, just an old injury is all.” He commented flatly as he pushed off the door, and stood straight again, allowing himself to continue with what he was doing before, since the pain was fading.
“My name is Keegan, so don’t call me sir.” He informed him, looking in the pantry for something to get. He wondered what would be best for the other to eat, and as he glanced to him, noticing how skinny he was, he tilted his head. “It’s a bit late to make anything too big or fancy, so how about pasta with meat sauce, it’s easy and filling.” He wondered as he pulled out some items from the pantry before he shut it, got the rest of the item from the fridge, and pulled out some pots to begin cooking.
He would have liked to make the youth something better, since he was going to feed from him later, and perhaps have sex if it led that far, but he hadn’t had the time to do so. As such, he settled for this, just glad to have a reason to cook. He liked cooking after all.
Putting everything on the stove top to begin their simmer, he turned, leaning against the counter, and looked at Andy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words STATUS !?[/b] Finished THREAD MEMBERS !?[/b] Jayy WORDS !?[/b] 379 NOTES !?[/b] none LISTENING TO !?[/b] nothing yet for this thread
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Post by Jayy on Jul 30, 2011 16:38:33 GMT -5
"If you say so.... I just don't want you to pass out on me. I wouldn't knwo where to find a phone," Andy said dryly looking at the man. He had never seen someone look in so much agony through there eyes. Even though his physical stance was something that many people took on after there heart hurt for a long period of time, he wasn't use to pure agony in the core of an eye. And he really never noticed it before in other people. He sometimes tried to avoid eye contact, people always commenting on his eyes like he were some kind of mutant. It seemed to be the only appealing thing to people, some even asking if they could have them What do you say to someone asking for your eyes? After no, when they are being persistant? He looked away from him for a moment, looking back to see him standing normally again.
"Are you kidding? That's the most fancy thing I've eaten in probably two years," Andy said, wiping the corner of his mouth with his arm, his jacket sleeves rolled up so his wrists and lower arm showed. He had scattered tattoos on his left harm, including an upside down cross that was hidden under his leather jacket. It was something he tended to keep concealed because most people saw it as a sign of satan, not wanting to give money or ood to him when he asked. He did have a misfits tattoo showing, a bit of rosary and on his wrist it read "fuck fun". He picked up these tattoos along the way, some gifts after sleeping with a certain artist, some he saved up for. "Thank you Keegan," he said looking at the man, the smell of the room overwhelming him.
Andy wasn't the kind of person to ask for things often. He didn't like bothering people, so asking someone to cook for him was out of the question. The fact that he was having a whole meal being prepared for him made all his insides hurt in joy. He could hear his stomach growling in appreciation instead of anger.
"You cook often? It smells amazing," he flourished, looking at him.
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Post by ritsukitty on Jul 30, 2011 17:17:19 GMT -5
Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Keegan just shook his head at the other’s comment about not wanting him to pass out. What was the problem anyway, it wasn’t like he would die. At least not right away. At most, he would be in pain, possibly sleep for a while till his body adjusted to the little to no blood, before he would have to stalk out into the night once more and feed, so his body could get back to its normal way of feeling and living.
Or lack of living.
Whatever.
As he stirred the post of sauce and meat, he glanced to Andy. “Yes, I rather enjoy cooking. It can be relaxing when things get a bit hectic.” He informed the dark haired male. “Sometimes I’ll cook, even when I don’t eat the food. Though that’s usually during a particularly stressful case.”
With that comment, he picked the noodles off the heat and moved to strain them. As he rinsed them in the sink, allowing them to cool, he walked over to the cabinet by the pantry, and pulled out two plates, then pulled out silverware from the drawer below there. “Do you have many tattoos?” Keegan asked, as he turned to walk to the adjoined room that held the fancy, very old dining table and set it. He didn’t really mind tattoos, because they never proved to affect him too much. Some people looked awful with them, and some people didn’t. He kind of thought they were pointless, but to completely dislike them was stupid. For some people, tattoos were like hair color, why complain about it?
As he walked back into the kitchen, pulling out a large bowl to put the noodles in, he took the sauce and meat off the heat before pouring it on the noodles, and leaving the pots in the sink. Grabbing a large fork to serve the noodles with, he ushered to the dining room “Shall we?” he asked casually. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words STATUS !?[/b] Finished THREAD MEMBERS !?[/b] Jayy WORDS !?[/b] 324 NOTES !?[/b] none LISTENING TO !?[/b] nothing yet for this thread
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