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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 14:39:28 GMT -5
Sitting on a all familiar piano bench was the nearly famous Augusta Davingoun. To most, he was the "Watchmaker", the "Handy-Man," the "Rebel Leader," even the "Boogie Killer." But to one person he was more then that. More then anything. Augusta was not the person everyone else seemed to think he was, sure he was smart and strong and talented. But behind it all he was stupid, melodramatic, wimpy, and stubborn. He had been cut open, and patched up again and again. He had been mentally bruised and heart-broken, yet, despite all of that. He always got back up again.
He let his tanned hands run of the ivory and ebony. The music floated in his head, notes blurred with rhythm. It had been weeks since he had his whole 'scene' with Kristopher. He began just with playing, letting the piano draw him away from the fact that he was useless and pathetic and unloved, or at least that's what he thought. But soon his piano playing turned into humming along. Before he even knew it something just came to him, the whole world fell through and it was just him and this piano and his own voice.
"Hey baby, I don't wanna be your Superman. I just wanna be your man and I'll be super, baby. You'll be standin' in the sun shine, I'll be standin' right here in the rain. You save me and I will save the day."
He wouldn't have noticed if anyone else was in the room. He didn't normally sing because he always thought he was horrid at in, but in reality he was a decent singer, compared to most he was great. His mother gave him her looks and musical talent. If him and Piper did a duet, the world might just kiss the ground under their feet. Too bad that would never happen.
"I know you don't see me like a movie star, And it can't help much that I don't have no car. But you're my favorite thing, by far...That's gotta count for something..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 15:19:57 GMT -5
Kristopher was really hating having just one eye. It was seriously annoying, so annoying that he had to keep a cane with him for now to make sure he didn't run into anything on his left side and for support as well. His leg bothered him still from the event with the Ezel's. Plus he had sprang his ankle the other day from missing a stair. That so wasn't fun, but it could of been worse.
Now the boy grumbled softly under his breath, he wasn't able to do a lot of things yet and so far he was just stuck dusting and doing very simple desk that could be done without too much harm. So, for today he was told to go take care of the music room and so he would do just that.
He arrived at the doors about ten minutes later, and after running into a low table (poor blond had bruises on his legs from running into things) he put his hand on the handle. However, he didn't open the door as he heard music and then a voice sining. Now that was strange. Who was singing? The piano sounded like Augusta's style and the voice had his pitch...wait was he singing?
Curious now, the blond opened the door silently or as best he could anyways and stepped into the room. Sure enough, there was Augusta at the piano and singing. He couldn't help but smile at that. He looked to his right and saw a chair, well time to have a set and listen. Well, he would of anyways if he didn't turn and run right into a the edge of the door that he couldn't see out of his left side.
The door vibrated and thudded against the wall violently. Kristopher raised a hand and put over his nose. "For the love of fucking Hades!"He remarked as he rubbed his nose, forgetting about being silent, he hit the door with his cane now that he could see the stupid thing. "Fucking doors!"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 16:05:14 GMT -5
Augusta was blocking out the whole world, all of it, he couldn't even feel his fingers on the keys anymore. He was surrounded by the sound and his whole dramatic lifestyle was gone. But soon that came to a halt very quickly. Like the driver had hit the brake to avoid hitting a rabbit. The piano stopped and Augusta clammed up like a shell. His mouth shut as he looked at his blond counter part yell at the door.
"Fucking doors!"
Augy smiled softly, trying to hide that sadness behind it. His heart hurt. It had for weeks now and even more so when he couldn't protect Kris from the inevitable. Seeing him walk around and run into things made him do stupid things. Like hide in the bathroom and bawl for an hour. Things like that got to him. He watched him hit the door and sighed softly. " No need to hurt the door..." he said softly.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 16:15:57 GMT -5
" No need to hurt the door..."
Kristopher turned to his counterpart and blushed slightly. "Hey, it hit me frist, I was just returning the favor is all." He remarked as he finally found his way to a chair and sat down in it, cane between his legs. The boy smiled softly then and chuckled. "So finally, I got to hear you sing. Never thought you where going to let me...ever."
He leaned his head back then, "I like your voice, it sounded very nice. You should sing more often, even if its just for me." He laughed lightly, then brought a hand up to his face, rubbing his red nose. Eventually, he would get over his disaventage and be able to function like a normal person. It would just take sometime is all.
"So, why are you hiding in here?" he asked at last. Pondering on why Augy was in here and not in his normal spots at this time of day. However, he smiled still and watched his counterpart closely. "You know, you can set over here, I am not going to bite you."
Well, hard anyways.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 16:30:21 GMT -5
"So finally, I got to hear you sing. Never thought you where going to let me...ever. I like your voice, it sounded very nice. You should sing more often, even if its just for me."
Augusta watched the blond sit down and sighed, " I hate my voice... I'm a horrible singer... It's embarrassing that why I didn't want you to hear it..." he said in a moping sort of tone before turning back to the piano. He looked like somebody had run over his dog.
"So, why are you hiding in here?"
Augusta didn't answer that part. But his physically response was great. He rubbed his right wrist, the one were his engagement watch should have been. " I'm not hiding... really... just need some time by myself is all..." he said and looked away. He sighed softly, it still hurt him to even look at the blond. your useless, you can't help him because your useless.... nobody will ever love you ever again... your not even worth a pound of mud... his subconscious haunted him and made him think things like that. Plus he kept having the 'dream.' Which he woke up every night sweaty and screaming at the top of his lungs. But if Kris was there, or Piper, he would just tell them he didn't remember what it was about. It was a lie... he always remembered.
"You know, you can set over here, I am not going to bite you."
Augusta looked back over at the blond and cautiously stood up and walked over to him. He sat down and put his elbows on his knees and clenched his fists once or twice before glancing voer at Kristopher.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 16:51:09 GMT -5
Kristopher silently watched his old love for a long moment before sighing softly. He wasn't sure how to put this, but it needed to be said. He didn't want to say it either. So carefully he thought about this for a long moment and then finally. He reached over and using all of his strength pulled Augusta into his lap. Then wrapping his arms around the boys waist.
"Im not going to bite you." The blond said again, "And I wish you wouldn't look like I just ate your heart out, pissed on it and feed it to a boogie." The blond rested his forehead against the boys back and let out a long sigh. What could he tell Augusta to let him now he wanted him back but at the same time, didn't think he could have him back. After all, Augusta had made it clear long ago he was sick of Kristopher.
But then he came back to him at the hosptial and Kris couldn't remember what they said to one another. All he knew was that Augusta was with him. "I um, I want to talk to you...about a stuff." He said slowly trying to find the words.
God he sucked at things like this and now it didn't help when another lad was starting to take a fancy to him. And Kris wasn't sure how to deal with that...even if he was cutie.
"I miss you..." He managed to say at last in a very small voice. "I really have and I know I'm not the best guy around...and that you are probably still mad at me...I can understand that..."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 17:43:36 GMT -5
Augusta was just fine were he was, until Kris decided to pull him into the blonds lap, with a gasp and something along the lines of "good god!!!" he made it safely.
"Im not going to bite you. And I wish you wouldn't look like I just ate your heart out, pissed on it and feed it to a boogie."
Augy frowned, If Kris only knew the half of it. It wasn't really Kris who did it, but more like himself, what he couldn't do. He sat there, almost obediently. And listened.
"I miss you...I really have and I know I'm not the best guy around...and that you are probably still mad at me...I can understand that..."
Augusta heard the words and then, with his own strength, turned himself around, sitting in Kris's lap. He wrapped his legs around Kris's waist and hugged the blond, letting his head fall into the crook between Kris's neck and shoulder. Without any further consent from his mind he started to cry, softly, not like his usual bawling. " shut up Kris! This was all my fault... I couldn't stop being selfish for just once damned minute and I threw a fit and lost you and then you got hurt and your eyes and if I was there it wouldn't have happened and I can't stand that I can't stand that you got hurt I could have been there god I don't know I could have done something I could have... I could have... I don't know... I'm so sorry!!!" he said and cried and slowly but surely became a massive mess. He didn't throw a fit like his usual crying spree's. This time he was a pathetic lump sitting on Kristopher's lap. A child, not like a spoiled brat, but one full of pain. This time his crying was different.
The dark-haired child sniffed before saying, "I--I love y--you... I l--love you s--so much... please... p--please don't leave a--anymore... I--I can't l--live without y--you!" he said with so much sorrow in his voice it was unbearable. " I--I want t--to m--marry y--you so you c--can't leave me a--again!!!"
It was this 'dream.' ever since that started happening, he couldn't bear to live anymore. He couldn't do it. Every night he'd fall asleep, then he would show up in this dark room and he could see it. Kris was standing in the middle and crying, he was hurt, bloody, bruised and Boogies from everywhere kept howling and hitting him. But Augusta couldn't move, his feet and arms were chained to the ground and even though he could hear Kris screaming for him, he couldn't move. And it never ended, never. Only when he woken up screaming did it truly end. But in his head it was almost reality.
" I--I can't stand t--that dream a--anymore!!" he sobbed.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 18:17:35 GMT -5
Kristopher sighed softly once again as Augusta turned to face him. The blond made no motions to stop him and was he was settled again, Kris put his arms around his waist and looked at him. One mere glance at the older boy and he knew what was to come before that head rested on him.
" shut up Kris! This was all my fault... I couldn't stop being selfish
for just once damned minute and I threw a fit and lost you and then you got hurt and your eyes and if I was there it wouldn't have happened and I can't stand that I can't stand that you got hurt I could have been there god I don't know I could have done something I could have... I could have... I don't know... I'm so sorry!!!"
Kristopher did not say a thing for a moment as he let the word sink into his brain. Then softly, he spoke to the other with careful and yet blunt words.
"So that's what it's all about. Listen, you couldn't of done a thing if you where with me then. You wouldn't of been allowed to come and if you did...you would of gotten yourself killed." Granted, Kristopher had pretty much died that night, he survived only because of his Mistress and brother.
He remembered his brother carrying him, running to seek aid as Kristopher had asked him to talk to him, about anything. It was hard and it would of been much harder on the boy if Augusta had been there, hurting along with him.
"It was my fault for being careless, once that flower took root, there was nothing anyone could of done for me until it stopped growing." His hand slowly worked up and down his counterparts back as he cried. "As for you being selfish, it happens and I was being insenstive. It happens, we are going to fight and there isn't much we can do about it."
"I--I love y--you... I l--love you s--so much... please... p--please
don't leave a--anymore... I--I can't l--live without y--you!" he said with so much sorrow in his voice it was unbearable. " I--I want t--to m--marry y--you so you c--can't leave me a--again!!!"
Kristopher chuckled light at those words that where being spoken to him and he slowly shook his blond head. "Are you sure you want to marry me, Augusta Davingoun? I'm not good for you, I cause trouble. I get sick all the time. I'm kind of messed up at the moment, plus I seem to attract trouble for you." The blond admitted softly. "So are you sure, that you honestly want me?" He won't leave the Frenchman, he didn't think he ever could and in reality, he never did. Even when they no longer where together or wanted anything to do with one another, Kris still took care of him.
" I--I can't stand t--that dream a--anymore!!"
The blond rested his against against the others then, "Are you going to tell me what it is about now?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 18:32:21 GMT -5
Augusta felt the warmth of Kris as he sat there, hugging the blond like he was going to fall. He didn't ever want to let go. He needed this, he needed Kristopher more then water or food or shelter. Was it bad to be so attached? Maybe, maybe not. But Augy knew one thing, if he lost Kris again he wouldn't be able to stand it. Sure, they never stayed separate for long, but if something happened. Augusta didn't know if his poor heart could take another blow like that.
"So that's what it's all about. Listen, you couldn't of done a thing if you where with me then. You wouldn't of been allowed to come and if you did...you would of gotten yourself killed."
Augy sniffed and slowly started to let his crying cease. " B--but I... I w--would have h--helped you... I--It would h--have been o--okay..." he said, " Like l--last time..." he said through soft sobs. The 'last time' he was referring o was when Jouhnin and Naelona found out about them, and Augusta taking the blows from Jouhnin in order to keep his master from attacking Kris. Somehow, in Augy's head, that turned out ok.
"Are you sure you want to marry me, Augusta Davingoun? I'm not good for you, I cause trouble. I get sick all the time. I'm kind of messed up at the moment, plus I seem to attract trouble for you. So are you sure, that you honestly want me?"
Augusta felt a string pull in his chest, it wasn't very often that he acted like this but he held the blond tighter and said softly, through disheartening sobs, " I--I'm not good for you... Y--you're not g--good for me... Your blind a--and I'm a mental c--case, You attract t--trouble and I get i--into it..." he said softly and lifted his head. " I have n--never wanted a--anything more in my e--entire life..." but after he said that he noticed what he had said after and now Kris started to talk.
"Are you going to tell me what it is about now?"
Augy regretted ever saying anything. " I... Y--you don't w--want to k--know..." he muttered softly, looking away.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 18:42:20 GMT -5
" B--but I... I w--would have h--helped you... I--It would h--have been o--okay..." he said, " Like l--last time..."
"Yes, because watching you get turned into a bloody mess is a good turn out." Kristopher said dryly with pure sarcasm in his voice as he rolled hie eye heaven ward. Geez, what was he going to do about this guy?
" I--I'm not good for you... Y--you're not g--good for me... Your blind a--and I'm a mental c--case, You attract t--trouble and I get i--into it..." he said softly and lifted his head. " I have n--never wanted a--anything more in my e--entire life..."
The blond smiled softly and kissed the older male on the check and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I just wanted to make it clear. But if you really want me, then I will be more then happy to go back to being whatever you want me to be. Be it either boyfriend or fiancee." The blond admit and dropped the subject about the dream. He wasn't going to push it if Augy did not want to talk about it. That was one thing good about the blond, he rarely pushed matters.
"And I have you know, I'm not blind. I still have one eye I can see out of." He chuckled and shook his head, studying his lover carefully. "So, what do you say? Try it again...?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 18:54:27 GMT -5
"I just wanted to make it clear. But if you really want me, then I will be more then happy to go back to being whatever you want me to be. Be it either boyfriend or fiancee."
Augy smiled softly, Kris didn't hate him. That made the dark haired man happy for a change. The Frenchman looked at Kristopher for a second, " I want my engagement watch back... then we can try being engaged again..." he sad softly, wiping tears away with the back of his hand. His voice was weak, soft, mostly tired. He then put his hands on Kris's shoulders, even his touch was weak. Despite the fact that he looked strong and tough because of his current spring-time work, the touches he had were barely up to par with his looks.
"And I have you know, I'm not blind. I still have one eye I can see out of. So, what do you say? Try it again...?"
Augusta this time, didn't cry, in fact he didn't do anything at all. He didn't say a word. But after a couple of seconds, he acted. He smiled softly before leaning in and kissing the blond full on the lips. He didn't care about anything, it was right here, right now. He savored the kiss, making it last as long as his lungs could take. And when he needed air he only pulled away for a second before diving back in again, letting his arms wrap around the blonds shoulders, his legs stayed firmly around the blonds waist. Finally when he pulled away for air the second time he smiled.
" Yeah... let's try it again..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 19:06:23 GMT -5
" I want my engagement watch back... then we can try being engaged again..."
Kris smiled then and nodded, he looked as if he was about to say something but whatever it was could wait it seemed. Because his voice was silenced with a kiss from Augusta. Kristopher wasted no time and pulling Augusta close and tilting his head to the side. He returned the kiss with as much passion as Augusta was showing.
The blond was almost out of breath when Augusta finally pulled away for a breif moment and then right when Kris though he could breath again, his breath was cut short by a contuination of that kiss. The blond shifted in the chair and partened his lips, running his tongue across his lovers. Then finally, they parted and Kristopher's hands where clinging to his love, finger nails digging into the fabric of Augy's shirt.
Slowly, he licked his lips, "Yeah, try it again." He leaned in to kiss Augusta a third time but he had to stop himself as he seemed to remember something important. Rolling up his sleeve, he revealed that he was wearing both watches on his tattooed wrist. "Heh, you might want this then..." He offered the boy the watch that belong to Augusta after he undid it from his own. However, the blond was breathing heavily from the short affection they showed each other.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 19:16:59 GMT -5
Augusta smiled, suddenly the warmth that his entire being lacked, returned and he felt like he did weeks ago, when Corvus didn't exist and Kristopher still shared his bed. He felt like the man he had been before the whole 'explosion.' He wanted to stay like this forever. He knew he would have to get up and eat and such, but for now... he wanted to be here.
"Heh, you might want this then..."
Augy looked down curiously, slightly upset that Kris had stopped this great moment. But when Kristopher handed over his watch, technically the repeat (since Kris had his actually watch from before he was taken to Wonderland) of his own, he grinned. He beamed happiness as he took the watch and put it back on his right wrist. He would have fallen backwards if it wasn't for his legs around Kris's waist. Then he looked down at the watch once it was on and then back up to the blond.
" Yah know... You are half-blind... so maybe you should get the advantage..." he said softly. " I have to be nice to the handicapped right?" he teased.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 25, 2010 19:27:51 GMT -5
" Yah know... You are half-blind... so maybe you should get the advantage..." he said softly. " I have to be nice to the handicapped right?" he teased.
The blond raised a brow then, "You do realize, if I took off your glasses you would have the same problem as me. In a manner of speaking." He chuckled lightly and nuzzled against his loves neck. "But I must say, if you are going to be like that and offering me that position...I might take advantage of my inability to see."
He could help but find that amusing because in truth, it was and with Augusta clinging to him like this and them being together again. A lot of things went through his little mind, a lot of things that made his mood even better then it had been in a long time.
"However, I thought you hated it when I was in charge." He nipped at the others ear before holding him close, not wanting him to go anywhere let alone move. That was the hard part, having to move to get anything done and Kristopher simply didn't want too, pure and simple.
"Yes, I might take advantage of you and your kindness."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Apr 25, 2010 19:37:58 GMT -5
"You do realize, if I took off your glasses you would have the same problem as me. In a manner of speaking. But I must say, if you are going to be like that and offering me that position...I might take advantage of my inability to see. However, I thought you hated it when I was in charge."
Augy smiled, he didn't mind. But the nuzzling against his neck made a shiver run down his spine. " I don't hate it per say, it's fine... But you're not nearly as good as I am... that's all..." he teased as his face flushed when Kris bit his ear. " And really, what a little bit of change going to hurt?" he said and kissed the blonds neck softly.
"Yes, I might take advantage of you and your kindness."
Augusta looked at the blond with a soft sly smirk, " Really? but maybe I'm too much for you, I don't think you could handle it..." he said. Augusta did love sitting here in Kris's embrace, but he could feel that urge rise in his gut. He loved Kristopher and loved staying here, but that monster crawled up and reared it's ugly head every once in awhile. Now seemed to be one of those times.
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