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Post by Sarandon on Sept 13, 2005 0:07:30 GMT -5
Sarandon didn't mind the snow or the wind. Despite their desperate attempts to freeze his nose off, he was well protected, dressed for the half hour walk back to his house from the college. he liked these walks, though. They were a welcome escape from his regular life.
He hated coming back home, returning to his bickering brothers, his dominating father and his bitter mother. He didn't want to go back to the insults, the fights about what they had done wrong... Not that he thought that they had done anything wrong. Armand was gay and nothing was going to change that. So was Sarandon, for that matter, but he wouldn't tell them. Nooo. He had seen the consequences of that. Armand didn't even visit for christmas, and therefore Sarandon's birthday, anymore. He'd send his brother a card, but their mother always burnt it before Sarandon could read it. Something about not wanting the older, outlawed son to corrupt her precious remaining sons.
Sarandon envied Armand's freedom. He didn't have to live a lie. He had had the courage to tell their parents exactly where they could put their religion and their objections about his pretty boyfriend. A boyfriend he was now still happily living with. Randy wished he could give in and do that, but the fear of disappointing his mother was too horrible. He sighed, pausing and looking up at the sky. If only there was a way, he thought. If only he could leave.
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Post by Ruari 'Red' Manui on Sept 15, 2005 3:24:14 GMT -5
Just behind the nearby shrub a creature watched. It's body crouched and hunched over, muscles bunching and burning with the sensation on the low position. It's auburn fur was slowly being covered by the steadily falling snow, melting into ice cold drops as the flakes melted upon his heated skin.
This did not bother the cat, however, it seemed nothing could bother him at this moment. He had found something new, something interesting, a new boy that made him burn. Made the beast rise up and roar, demanding he follow the youth, find out why he made him feel this way.
He could feel the sadness running off the boy, a depression that was overwhelming and intoxicating. One that settled over the cat from merely being in the presence. His mind screamed for him to make it better, take the pain, the sadness from the boy and replace it with all the joys and love he could. His body cried out with an unabashed lust, a want and need to touch this boy, to be near him and know him.
Stealthily, he made his way farther down the road, closer to the boy but remaining ever silent. He was stalking him, moving up on him and trying in vain to appease the need within him.
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Post by Sarandon on Sept 18, 2005 19:09:21 GMT -5
The boy was feeling uneasy. He felt watched. He started walking a bit faster. He turned down West Broadway, hastening his pace. He still had at least ten minutes before he got home. He decided to cut through the park. If he found himself pursued, that way he could jump into one of the neighboring yards and ask for shelter. The neighbors knew him well enough to at least grant that. He glanced back over his shoulder, tugging a bit at the edge of his snow coat's hood to allow him to see better. Curse all this clothing... It kept him warm, but it limited his visibility so much... It was probably just Etienne, his youngest brother, stalking him again to creep him out. He walked faster still.
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Post by Ruari 'Red' Manui on Sept 20, 2005 3:20:11 GMT -5
The beast tracked him still, remaining out of sight thought he knew that the boy knew that he was there. There was no way this intense feeling he had toward the other could be one-sided, no planet could be that cruel.
It was a bit harder to conceal himself in the boxed in yards and streets and so, with a unhappy growl from the beast he allowed himself to change into humanoid form. His long red hair loose and blowing in the wind.
Still he kept behind the boy, curious as to where he was going, who he was and why Red himself felt this way ...
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Post by Sarandon on Sept 21, 2005 17:57:57 GMT -5
The boy stopped at turned around. He had seen a flashe of red amidst the snow. He squinted, then frowned. "Have you been following me?" he asked the boy he saw, quite indignant. "Well cut it out. It's creepy!" He couldn't see the boy too well. When he stalked up to him, he had to catch his breath. This resulted in a coughing fit from having inhaled too much cold air way too fast. He looked up again after the fit had passed.
Gorgeous. It was the only way to describe the boy in front of him. He noticed that he wasn't wearing much and frowned. "Hey, aren't you cold? Where do you live? I'll walk you there. You can take my coat, I have a sweater underneath..." Not that that would help against the wind and some of the cold, but at least they would both be somewhat warm.
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Post by Ruari 'Red' Manui on Sept 22, 2005 0:18:40 GMT -5
Ruari tipped his head to the side at the boys words, wondering just how the boy had seen his so quickly. Must have been his blasted red hair, but it was funny as no one had been so quick to spot even with it before...
He took a moment to take in the boys appearance, taking note of his wind-reddened cheeks he immediately began to shake his head. "You keep your clothing, little one. I shall walk you home," he said, immediately taking on the role of caregiver.
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Post by Sarandon on Sept 22, 2005 20:37:57 GMT -5
"But you don't even know where I live..." He frowned. "Ok. Come on. You can come in and warm up, if you like. My mother won't mind. Are you new to the neighbourhood? I'm sure that I haven't seen you before. I would have noticed you." Of course he would have. He could hardly take his eyes off the other now. "I'm Sarandon St-Pierre. Randy, if that's easier. What's your name?"
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Post by Ruari 'Red' Manui on Sept 23, 2005 2:59:21 GMT -5
"I am Ruari, you may call me Red, little one," he said, immediately coming to stand beside the boy. Gesturing for him to move on so that he could follow. "I am indeed new to this place... Why are you so quick to help strangers? You should not, someone could harm you," his voice held a light scold but was too quiet to be threatening.
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Post by Sarandon on Sept 23, 2005 20:14:47 GMT -5
"People are nice around here," the boy answered, shrugging. "You're supposed to help. Anyway, you try anything and I'll scream and half the neighbourhood will be out here in a heartbeat." He paused. "And you aren't going to hurt me. I know it." He led on. The house was a sprawling bungalow with a small yard containing a dirty snowman. "Here it is. Don't mind the noise, inside. There's a lot of us."
Indeed, inside, the atmosphere was lively. One brother was helping his mother in the kitchen while the two youngest played and bickered in the other room. Randy's father was watching TV. He looked up when his son walked in. "Hi, papa. This is Ruari. He was lost and pretty freezing, so I brought him here for some tea."
In the kitchen, his mother chuckled. "That's my little Sarandon. Always bringing home strays. You're a regular bleeding heart." She smiled at Ruari. "Sit down, boy. Do you want some tea? Hot chocolate?"
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Post by Ruari 'Red' Manui on Sept 25, 2005 10:54:38 GMT -5
"Hot chocolate?" the woman had apparently taken his question as an answer for she immediately scurried of and got to making it.
Red's green eyes scanned the room, taking note of the people and their actions, listening out for hostile tones and seeking less that subtle movements. He had no idea why, but he felt very determined nothing would hurt this 'Randy', the youth was now under his protection - whether he knew it or not.
"Thank you," he murmures softly as the steaming cup was set before him. Wary of teh steam, he went ahead and took a sip. Having never before tasted chocolate it was quite a suprise and he could not help but comment to the woman about the lovely taste.
Afterwards his eyes sought out the young human he had followed, he only vaguely wondered where he was. He knew at the mere push of a button he could once more be upon his ship, but the mere thought of leaving this boy ... "Where do you go?" He asked, grabbing Randy's wrist as he rose from the chair.
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Post by Sarandon on Sept 25, 2005 22:20:08 GMT -5
"Uh, I was going to go bring my dishes in the kitchen, he murmured. "Don't worry, I'm not going to vanish." He looked down at the hand grabbing him. It worried him. Was the boy he had brought home crazy? He couldn't bring himself to think so. He sat back down.
"Tell me more about yourself," he asked. "Where are you from? How did you end up lost here?"
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Post by Ruari 'Red' Manui on Sept 30, 2005 5:00:19 GMT -5
Ruari felt uneasy speaking of himself in front of his family or within hearing range of Randy's family. Besides, he was unsure if he should tell the boy where he came from and his intentions just yet. Perhaps he should wait it out and court the boy first, as his Shodan had done. But then the he could just take the boy now and bombard him with it all, claim him and show him what he was and where he lived...
The beat within him screamed, cried out for the latter, to take what was his before it was too late. Yet did logic come in and with it the answer to his own silent question. He would get to know the boy a bit more and them give him a choice, go willingly or be forced. Not much of a choice, but this kid was his other half.
"I am not lost and was not when I found you," was all he said, his voice was not unkind but didn't invite further inquiries.
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Post by Sarandon on Sept 30, 2005 23:23:50 GMT -5
"Oh?" Sarandon seemed surprised. "Why did you follow me home, then?" It didn't seem logical. he finished his hot chocolate fairly quickly. "Um, do you want to come up to my room? It's quieter..." His brothers were making a racket, running after each other and playing rough. The tv was on quite loud as well.
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Post by Ruari 'Red' Manui on Oct 19, 2005 12:39:12 GMT -5
"I will follow you anywhere," Ruari said, his voice deep and sensual. On Zerca, when men invited unmated men into their room it was usually a sexual invitation. Of course he knew it was probably not so on Earth, but the words still got a rise out of him.. literally.
((Sorry I haven't updated in so long, been kinda busy...)
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Post by Sarandon on Oct 19, 2005 18:03:58 GMT -5
Randy made a hasty effort to clean up as Ruari entered his room. "Sorry it's such a mess... I haven't had time to clean lately." There were a few articles of clothing heaped in a chair and a few books strewn all over the room. Foor a teenaged boy's lair, it was very clean. "It used to be Armand's room, but he moved to San Fransisco. Armand's my oldest brother, you see. I don't see him much anymore." He reached under the bed, picking up a book and pulling out a photo that was serving as a bookmark. There was a much younger Rany laughing his head off, sitting in the lap of a young man who was smiling. It was a sad smile and one that seemed a bit forced. "It's not a great picture, but anyways... So, um, where are you from?"
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