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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:22:57 GMT -5
He cried, and cried, and cried, until he had no more tears to shed, and then, he simply sat there, cheek against a white, toned chest, eyes closed.
"...they're all gone..." he murmured quietly. Why was he splurting everything out???
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 8, 2007 23:24:43 GMT -5
"Who?" he asked petting his hair, watching his face. "Your family?" he murmured, saddened for he boy. He was soaked with tears, and yet...he'd not have it any other way. He wanted to be the one that was here when he was at his worst of times, and, when he was at his best of times...
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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:27:28 GMT -5
He nodded, huddling closer. It felt good...being held...and comforted...
Never had he had anyone comfort him, let alone touch him... It was nice... Addictive...
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 8, 2007 23:28:57 GMT -5
He sighed, tilting his face up. "There's still me....sad to say i'm not going anywhere," he teased, kissing his forehead. "I don't understand why they would leave such a wonderful, loving person behind...."
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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:30:52 GMT -5
Hearing that made the tears well up again. "...you don't even know me....I'm a bad person...I'm horrible..." he began.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 8, 2007 23:33:03 GMT -5
"Are you? I know you enough, and I don't think you are any of those things. The way I see you-have seen you from the moment I met you, is a kind, caring, shy, slightly confused about life, boy. Whom needs to be touched and comforted every now and then, and whom enjoys attention when it's given to him..." He raised a brow, swiping a thumb under his eyes to catch his tears.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:35:30 GMT -5
He sniffled, and hid his face, cheeks burning, and that odd feeling rising in his stomach and chest once more.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 8, 2007 23:38:03 GMT -5
He chuckled at his lack of argument this time and gave him a squeeze. He was shy...and cute when he blushed like that. Rylton drew his hands through hair, combing the strands with his fingers. "Beautiful...what am I to do with you? Now that you're all alone...I can't possibly leave you be. You're going to be stuck with me," he teased.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:40:56 GMT -5
"But...you couldn't stay here...you're not a monk or a priest...and..you...you're..." he looked away, embarrassed by his next words; "...not a virgin..."
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 8, 2007 23:43:53 GMT -5
He stared at him before chuckling. "No...no i'm not. I guess it's impossible to stay. But I mean it...Alyvyll, i'm not leaving you. I feel....I felt your pain. That's why i came, doesn't that mean something? I know you have a duty to the people...but what about to what you feel? Do you think the Gods would want you suffering? They haven't smited you yet..."
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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:45:53 GMT -5
He kept his gaze away from him.
What he said...was kinda making sense...
But...
"...it's forbidden....i--if I...give up being a virgin...I---I can't pray anymore...and...and I can't be the High Priest..."
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 8, 2007 23:48:12 GMT -5
He took hod of his chin, forcing him to look at him. "You can't be the high priest, but you can always pray. Just because you give up something for another thing just as precious, does not mean the Gods would hate you. Nor that your prayers would be dirty..."
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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:49:31 GMT -5
"But...this is what I am....I was born to be High Priest... no one else can do it...I have the mark..." he protested, although his heart and soul and body were screaming to simply agree, and then proceed to...to...
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 8, 2007 23:50:57 GMT -5
"Mark? What mark? As far as I knew, High Prisests were chosen when they were young because of their intelligence in the word.." He was confused now. Why couldn't someone else just take over? Everything would be solved...
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Post by Raimi on Oct 8, 2007 23:54:53 GMT -5
"I...I have the Mark of the Pits...it's where the spirits speak to me...and...and it's the same as the old High Priest...he died exactly when I was born...so..." he blushed a bit.
He wanted to sit up, but instead, his body moved closer, pressing against the Vampire, and crawling over him until he was practically in the man's lap, clinging to him like some sort of infant.
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