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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 3:21:13 GMT -5
When Nero woke up, he was, quite frankly, surprised to find himself still alive. He jumped up, frightening the boy next to him as he checked himself for pain or missing limbs. No...he was fine. Everything was fine.
He looked over to the other boy. "Du bist in ordnung! (Are you all right?!) Haben sie dir wehgetan? (Did they hurt you?) Pain? Sind sie verletzt? (Are you hurt?) Not dead!"
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 3:34:33 GMT -5
Harlee looked at the other, his lavender eyes big and glassy with unshed tears. There was a moments silence before he flung himself at the other and held him tightly in a hug. Harlee pressed his face into all the soft hair and trembled, fighting back the urge to cry. He was a man, dammit, and he would not cry.
"N-no pain," he replied shakily, pulling back a little to touch the male's face lightly. "You okay?" Thought he doubted his words would be understood.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 3:51:34 GMT -5
Nero cocked his head, catching the boy. He murmured to him. "Es wird ok sein. (It is ok).' He hoped they had not hurt the other boy.
"Ich heiße Nero." He introduced himself. "Nerorin."
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 15:07:15 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Harlee blinked in confusion before he heard the same phrase twice. "Nero...rin? Nerorin? That's you're name, right?" Harless asked excitedly, his eyes lightly up. Finally, he had a name for the unknown bearer.
Pressing a hand to his own chest, Harlee smiled. "Harlee," he said. "My name is Harlee." Pleased with their greeting, Harlee immediately kissed both of the other male's cheeks formally. "It's good to meet you."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 15:13:21 GMT -5
Nero blinked. "Was bist du, Französisch? (What are you, French?)" But he smiled anyway. "Harlee," he addressed the boy. "Weißt du, wo sind wir? (Do you know where we are?)"
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 15:19:24 GMT -5
While Harlee had no idea what Nero was saying, he could feel the confusion rolling off the male in waves and was easily able to decipher the meaning of the questioning. "I have no idea. That man brought us here and then left." He shrugged broadly and shook his head. He pointed to the door and then went to try and turn the knob. When it didn't open, he let it go. "See, it's locked."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 23:59:14 GMT -5
"Fuck!" Nero frowned. He stood and began to pacing. "(How are we going to get out?)"
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Post by clementine on Mar 18, 2013 1:37:27 GMT -5
Harlee at least understood that word. "We are fucked. I know," he replied with a miserable kind of shrug. With a sigh, he went over and plopped himself down on the bed and drew up his knees. He had no idea what they were going to do.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 18, 2013 4:40:23 GMT -5
Nero sighed. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck! He was stuck in God knew where with an alien who didn't speak German and no Earthly idea of where he was or where Kris was.
Nero was in a strange state of being both livid and terrified. He wanted Kris.
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Post by clementine on Mar 18, 2013 12:40:19 GMT -5
Nero's riotous emotions were ringing clearly in Harlee's head and even though he was only half telepathic, he sensed everything loudly. Getting up, Harlee went to Nero and put a soothing hand on the male's arm. "C'mon. Let's go sit back on the bed." Harlee soothed a hand up and down Nero's back, trying to lead him back over to the mattress. He knew the gestures probably weren't helpful, but it was the least he could do after Nero had tried to save him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 18, 2013 15:56:42 GMT -5
"(I want Kris!)" Nero said, restraining the urge to cry, but failing. He bit his lip and cried softly, crystalline tears falling down his pale cheeks. He sat next to the bigger boy and held him.
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Post by clementine on Mar 18, 2013 16:54:04 GMT -5
"Kris?" Harlee asked in confusion. Was that the name of Nero's mate? Or perhaps a brother? Hell, for all Harlee knew Kris could mean tired in Nero's strange language. Either way, Harlee gathered the male into his arms and held him, rocking him gently.
"Ssh, don't fret," Harlee murmured, stroking Nero's soft blond hair and kissing his head. Whatever happened, Harlee wasn't going to let Nero get hurt. He'd return the male to this "Kris" no matter what.
Harlee continued to rock Nero from long moments. It was calming even Harlee, and he relaxed slightly, only to stiffen when the door to their room was suddenly opened. In the doorway stood Kor, tall and imposing, looking both stricken and angry to find Nero crying.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 18, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -5
Nero stiffened when the door opened and he looked up into the face of the monster that tried to kill him last night. He held onto Harlee and made to stand and defend him.
He'd be damned if that fucking monster hurt him again.
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Post by clementine on Mar 18, 2013 17:24:42 GMT -5
Kor glanced between the two, immediately bringing his hands up in supplication. "Easy," he urged, his voice a deep, rolling baritone. "I'm not going to hurt you or your friend." While he was looking at Nero, his next words were for Harlee. "I need to speak with the human. Do you know his name or anything else about him?"
Harlee clung to Nero more tightly when he was addressed and shook his head. "No. Just let us go," he told the male, trembling slightly. Kor sighed massively before he advanced into the room, one of his guards right behind him.
"Look, I don't want to hurt either of you, but I do need to speak with him." He gestured to Nero pointedly. "And we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 18, 2013 17:28:01 GMT -5
"NO! (You won't hurt him you bastard!)" Nero growled. "(When Kris finds me, he'll kill your miserable ass!)" He stood in front of Harlee, sinking down into a casting position. White hot sparks of flame flicked across his fingers.
"(Don't even think about it.)" he glared.
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