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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 1:28:52 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 Fox Savage on Jan 17, 2007 1:47:33 GMT -5
"You're kidding," Fox asked, his ever present grin fixed on his handsome face as he listened intently to his companion. Both had come with a rather large group of Zercan tourists, all searching for the one thing that mattered most to them. Their mates. Having been unsuccessful searching elsewhere - Zerca and outer planets - they were given leave by the Shodan to visit the backwater planet.
Fox found it interesting enough, the different ways and not-so-advanced technology made his laugh, most everything did. And some of these 'movies' these people made were simple hilarious, giving him a whole new outlook on a lot of things. But one thing he just couldn't believe was just how much different his kind were- his kind was what he had learned to be homosexuals.
"I'm serious!" Godi, his friend said, his hand over his heart, "They actually mate with girls here. And the women actually have the kits. Can you believe it?"
The auburn haired Zercan scrunched his nose up in displeasure. "I'm not one to judge but... I find the idea rather distasteful."
"I can imagine. I wonder how-"
"I do not!" Fox said with a gasp, a horrified expression upon his face. He turned away from his friend in mock-disgust. His amber eyes running over the passing humans that were entirely clueless of just who they were in the presence of. He shook his head, wanting to holler out and let him know that they were walking right past an 'alien'. Another word he had picked up.
A flash of shiny black caught his eye and he immediately fixed his eyes on the mop of black locks that seemed to bob past him as the very short, small boy walked right past him. He immediately felt that warm, tingly feeling that he was told he would feel his entire life, upon finding his other half. Then his heart began that harsh, pounding ache that seemed to pain and thrill him all at the same time.
"Fox?"
He waved his friend away as he turned and followed the boy, wondering silently why the kid had not stopped. Did he not feel the same way? Moving a bit more quickly through the crowd, he rested his hand on the boys shoulder, waiting for him to turn.
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 1:55:26 GMT -5
Sarandon paused in midstep, a tingly feeling running up and down his spine. Were the strangers watching him? He tensed a bit, not liking the attention. He chanced a glance over his shoulder and spotted the tall one who was staring at him overtly like a moonstruck calf.
This was not the time to give in to sudden lust, which was what the feeling probably was. He straightened as he turned around completely, facing the small mob. He hated confrontation and this was not sitting well with him. "Can I help you?" he asked politely in French, then, seeing their looks of incomprehension, in English. "Are you lost?"
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 17, 2007 1:59:21 GMT -5
"I... ah," Fox started before grinning sheepishly.
"Lost? Methinks he's lost his wits, maybe!" Godi laughed, poking his friend in his side before turning to share a laugh with the other Zercan males.
Fox rolled his eyes good humoredly, "No, I am not lost, little one. In fact, I believe I have just found my way."
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 2:04:39 GMT -5
Sarandon gave him a very suspicious look. "Ok, then, I'll be going. My mother's expecting me for supper." He turned hsi back to the crowd, pulled his scarf over his nose again and quickened his step as he tried to escape to the safety of home. The frigid weather made sure that he wouldn't need a cold shower once he was back, something for which he was glad. The tall stranger made his knees turn to jelly and his heart skip. Not that he'd admit that. To anyone but Armand.
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 17, 2007 2:10:19 GMT -5
Fox looks at the retreating back with confusion, his eyebrows were bunched together and his head was cocked to the side. He looked adorable and likely knew it. Still, he just couldn't understand what had happened. Why hadn't the boy recognized him as his mate? Why did he just walk away? Surely he wasn't that unappealing.
His stomach sunk at the brief thought that his mate could possibly be one of those woman-lovers, but he quickly shook the idea from his head. This boy and himself were made for one another. Surely the boy was just jesting.
Ignoring the snickers and cat-calls of his fellow Zercan's he walked quickly and caught up with the boy. Moving to stand before him and awkwardly walk backwards before him. "Am I so gangly them? Or has my superb good looks driven you speachless?" his voice was playful and the joke was meant to ease.
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 2:14:16 GMT -5
Sarandon stared at him in shock. He lowered his scarf to be able to speak without his voice being muffled. "Are you insane?" he asked, his eyebrows disappearing under his hat. "I'm not gay! What makes you think that! Now I'm sorry, but my mothere's really expecting me..." He stared him up and down. "Is this some kind of joke? Did your buddies put you up to this? Well it's not funny!"
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 17, 2007 2:19:26 GMT -5
Again Fox found himself quite speachless. His wate actually was a woman-lover. His stomach lurched painfully and he felt the unfamiliar feeling of rage enter him. The latter of which he quickly pushed down.
"My buddies? My companions did no such thing. This is no jest. You were made for me. Can you not feel it?"
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 2:21:29 GMT -5
"Made for... I just crossed you on the street! How can you make such an assumption!" His heart was yelling at him, telling him to accept the other, to give in, that it would be so good... He quashed the thought. "I get it. You're just plain nuts. It can't even be about what I look like, I've got so many layers on, you can barely tell I'm human. Now I really do have to be on my way. Move." He tried to shove past the otehr, a little nervous.
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 17, 2007 2:26:55 GMT -5
The sharp jolt that hit him when the boy's hands touched him had him shivering - and not from the cold- even with the thin layer on his hands. He knew the other felt it too, he had to have. As mates it was only right that they share the same feelings in such a matter.
"Our souls have touched and bonded, thus were we made for one another. I am not crazy in the sense you speak of. I am merely speaking the truth and trying to get you to acknowledge what fate has generously handed us," he said, before reaching out to take a gloved hand, "I care not of what you look like, for I know that as my mate, you will be the most beautiful creature in this universe and every other to me."
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 2:30:44 GMT -5
That definitely made Sarandon pause. A speech like that would touch anyone, he told himself sharply. And the jolt? Just a stray static spark. That was all. He looked up into the zercan's eyes, unsure of himself, but trying to seem firm. "You're mistaking me for someone else. I'm sorry. I can't... I have to get home," he repeated weakly. "I hope that you have better luck finding your mate..."
((I really g2g, I'm falling asleep in my chair, and there's always the off possibility that my sister decides tomorrow that she's gonna wake me up early to walk the dog because she's to tired to. Cya tomorrow!))
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 17, 2007 2:34:41 GMT -5
Fox felt like ripping his hair from his scalp. He had never encountered a more difficult, hard-headed person in his life! Why couldn't the kid just understand and be charmed like he was supposed to? He had never been forced to try this hard for any male in his life. He would not muck this up however and strived for patience for his beloved mate.
"Tell me what I must do to convince you that you are the one. That you and I belong together."
(Peace out. ^_~)
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 12:29:26 GMT -5
"Um, first of all you and I would have had to know each other for more than ten seconds," Sarandon answered instantly. "I don't even know your name and you don't even know mine. Secondly... Why am I even talking about this? For all I know, you're some kind of wierd rapist who's trying to kidnap me!" His will was failing him. This was not good. He wanted to talk to Armand, see what he thought. "Look, my mother really is waiting for me. I wasn't lying about that. Do you have a piece of paper? I'll give you my number, or you can give me yours and we can set up a date to see each other again. Happy?" He had no idea why he was doing this, but his curiousity, as well as the skipping feeling in his stomach, was getting the better of him.
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 17, 2007 13:08:20 GMT -5
Fox grinned. He knew his mate wasn't some woman-lover! "My name is Fox. You will name the place, but do not make me wait long, little one," he said, as he had no idea just what the boy meant by his 'number'. Not that intended to let the boy out of his sight. He would just make sure the kid didn't see him is all. Now that he had found his mate, there was no way he could be without him so soon.
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 17, 2007 23:36:46 GMT -5
Sarandon didn't feel like fishing out a pen and paper. "Do you know the St-Patrick's church on the corner of Connaught and Sherbrooke?" he asked. "Come to tonight's service. It's at 7PM sharp. I'll be there with my family and I can talk to you after that." He felt like an idiot giving the other any indication of his daily habits, but he did want to see the other again, as little as he wanted to admit it. "Can you do that?"
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