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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 1, 2010 22:27:42 GMT -5
Shyam titled his head to the side at the screaming but just smirked. Well, it looked like he was found out.
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Post by mesmu on Jul 1, 2010 22:40:37 GMT -5
Gabriel's mouth falls open and he is racing down the hall, wooden spoon in hand. He makes it next to his room enterance and shouts, "Shela, you brat front and center... All of you front and center." He peaks into his room and smiles at Shyam.
"Sorry about her."
And then the three kids are before him, black hues wide and sorry. The silverette puts hands on his hips and does a I'm-the-mother-not-you pose and glares a dark glare, one that should only belong to a being of darkness. Defiantly can rival with Shyam's glares.
"Shela you have won you three the right to kitchen duties." Three groans and some whines issue. "Dia you will help father cook dinner." He hands the spoon to the second eldest.
"Alec you will set the table and make it look good! We have a guest!" He turns his full attention to his sister. "Three days of dishes." Shela opens her mouth, but is cut off. "No buts or it becomes three weeks!"
He stares them all down, daring them to disagree, "Good, now get!"
Then he walks into his room, heart thumping from the punishing, "And you... You need to tell me that you'll go out clubbing with me tonight."
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 1, 2010 23:50:10 GMT -5
Shyam stood up and came to hover over Gabriel, striking blue eyes intently looking down at him. He lifted a hand and trailed it across the angel's face before catching and long strand of hair and twirling it in between his fingers. "Yes sir, Mister Captain Angel, sir," he purred, teasingly. Somehow, that authoritative side of Gabriel he'd just heard turned Shyam on real good.
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Post by mesmu on Jul 2, 2010 10:33:35 GMT -5
Gabriel huffs, "Good." He watches the other play with his hair before, "That is so~o weird." He reaches out and laces one hand's fingers into dark locks.
"Unless I can touch you as well," And whatever distance is between them is closed as the winged one leans against Shyam.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 2, 2010 10:41:57 GMT -5
Shyam sighed. This boy was so oblivious and dramatic. It would be fun to tear him apart. Feeling a little mischevious, Shyam began to put a small braid in the long silverish hair.
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Post by mesmu on Jul 2, 2010 10:53:15 GMT -5
Actually Gabriel had no problem with that at all. He was content to just be close to this man for the rest of his life. But alas this couldn't happen for a sound of glass shattering and a cry of ow!" makes him move away.
As he turns to leave he takes Shyam's hand to drag him with him. He doesn't want to leave him alone to long in fear that he will get bored and leave. His heart shudders just at the thought of that.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 2, 2010 15:10:12 GMT -5
Shyam followed Gabriel interested to see what would happen next.
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Post by mesmu on Jul 3, 2010 8:18:17 GMT -5
Upon entering the room used as a small dinning room, Gabriel sighs. Alec is on his knees next to bowl's shattered remains.
The younger boy looks up and smiles cheesily, "whoops?"
Their father had finally arrived on the scene, even though the kitchen is just next to the dinning room, and he shakes his head. Then returns to the kitchen for a cloth to pick the glass up with.
But Gabriel just went over to the mess and takes off his shirt, letting go of the other's hand soon after entering the room. With his piece of clothing he gathers up the glass and takes it to the trash in the kitchen.
Upon his return he smiles at Shyam, "Just take a seat... Dinner will be done soon." And he goes off to change his shirt. But in the bundle of clothes he wears is a large piece of the shattered bowl. Its was shiny and sharp to say the least. And the one with angel wings knows what he wants done with it.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 3, 2010 12:44:12 GMT -5
Shyam greedily took in the sight of Gabriel without his shirt on, loving the pure skin there.
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Post by mesmu on Jul 3, 2010 12:50:02 GMT -5
When Gabriel, in gold colored shirt now, returns its time to eat so everyone takes their respective seats. And the father looks to Shyam after everyone had a plate full of vegetarian spaghetti, "So... How long have you two known each other?"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 3, 2010 19:38:21 GMT -5
Shyam cocked his head to the side and looked off as if trying to remember. "Hmm, I think for as long as, this morning."
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Post by mesmu on Jul 3, 2010 19:49:36 GMT -5
Oh, now the father is a little taken aback, "That's all. I would of-" He stops his sentence short at Gabriel's look, one his deceased mate used to give him, and its a oh-don't-you-even-think-about-going-there kind of look.
But Daiblo has his own qeustion. One that is so~o not meant for the table, or to be asked by a thirteen year old when in the presence of his father, "So are you a seme? Gab hates it when the guys turn out to be ukes." Which is more than half the reason why the sixteen year old hasn't done anything with anyone. The other is because he is searching for his mate.
And speaking of Gabriel he is blushing darkly while glaring daggers at his little brother. And the other siblings are snickering and the father just kind of shifts his food around. Mentally he reminds himself to give his eldest another talk.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 3, 2010 22:49:08 GMT -5
Shyam fixes his striking blue eyes on the boy, Diablo, and smirks, chin resting on his hand. "Well now, I'd like to think I am. Do you think I'm fit to be one?"
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Post by mesmu on Jul 3, 2010 22:54:45 GMT -5
Daiblo goes unfazed as he tilts his head and smiles, "Don't wanna prove anything...? Yup, he's a topper alright."
And now a loud thump can be heard from where both Gabriel and Shela had kicked their brother. He frowns, "That hurt guys." And goes about eating his meal.
Alec take this as his turn tostir up trouble and looks to Shyam with a question that always turns men away from his brother, "Want twenty or so kids?"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jul 3, 2010 23:03:11 GMT -5
Shyam frowned a bit. Ugh, kids. Though, it was fun to make them fight with each other. "If they're my own, then I would have a small army of well behaved munchkins, no?"
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