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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 4, 2009 22:33:58 GMT -5
" It's not that I'm not happy... just... stressed. Everything is harder here. "
Kristopher had to agree it was much harder here then in Wonderland, but Kris wasn't one to complain about conditions. To him, this was the best he ever had and the worst he ever had was far back in his past that he never wanted to relive. He sighed softly and leaned against Augusta. The poor man had so much on his plate while all Kristopher had to worry about was keeping his grades up and from his roommate mocking him over his slight gay-ness that Kristopher showed sometimes.
" Being away from you is hard, I really don't like it at all, and sometimes I get really lonely... and running a business is hard, and traveling all the time is hard... and now I have to convince my father that I'm his son even though I'm dating a guy and want to adopt a kid..."
"You know, you can take breaks and I am always willing to come back and stay and visit. I don't have to be far away, you know." Kristopher said with some amusement, but mostly in understanding. He hated being away from Augusta as well. But this is something he wanted to do, badly, go to school. He never really had the chance to do that before...granted he had to test for his GED, which he surprisingly passed.
But that was beyond the point, right now he needed to focus on---wait. Wait, hold the horses did Augusta just mention kids?
The blond had to blink a few times and study his boyfriends face as he blushed more and more. Kristopher blushed as well, he wasn't sure why but he just did. Then he ran a hand through his blond hair.
"Haha, yeah...I can't really just pop out a kid huh?" He chuckled lightly and then leaned forward, placing his chin in his hand. "But a kid, would be a nice change...wouldn't? A cute little girl."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 4, 2009 22:57:07 GMT -5
"Haha, yeah...I can't really just pop out a kid huh?"
Augy glanced over for a second and covered his face with a pale hand. " I--I'm sorry I didn't m--mena for it to s--sound like that..." he said softly. What was he thinking?! Saying that out loud, god he was so stupid. He was the dumbest smart-person ever!!!
But in all truth, he did want a kid. Hence the jealousy of Kyle and Sarah. He always loved children, he did in Wonderland, and he still did. He couldn't help but smile when he saw them with thier parents, shopping or something. He would love to have a girl, a sweet little girl. He woukd buy her everything she ever wanted and she she would be so cute in facy dresses. He'd love to have a little girl, he'd teach her how to play the piano and how to read and write and play hide n' seek and biy her ponies and teddy bears and the list went on forever.
Not to mention how cute it would be to see Kristopher with a cute little girl, the cuteness would just be unbearable.
"But a kid, would be a nice change...wouldn't? A cute little girl."
He turned then, looking at Kris with an almost confused look on his face, " how did you know!?" he asked. He was a bit confused, did Kris have mind-powers because the blond just seemed to know every little detail about him. It was scary sometiems, useful on others.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 4, 2009 23:05:02 GMT -5
" how did you know!?"
Kristopher blinked those large green eyes of his and stared at Augusta like he was nuts. "What, I can want a kid too now can't I?" He laughed a bit and sat up. "You know as much as I do that I adore children and would love to have one, granted, I can't give birth to one but that's what adoption is for." He smiled brightly then and ruffled his boyfriends hair.
"Although," He paused in thought and leaned against the door of the limo and let out a troubled sigh, "You have to be married to adopt a child and everything." And that was something the couple was not, married. Hell, Augusta's rather didn't even know his son went down the gay sidewalk with a certain blond.
"And who would be mommy?" His green eyes then glanced over Augusta with that all knowing look. "And you would spoil that child wouldn't you?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 6, 2009 22:03:50 GMT -5
"What, I can want a kid too now can't I? You know as much as I do that I adore children and would love to have one, granted, I can't give birth to one but that's what adoption is for."
Augy shook his head, " no dummy! How did you know a girl... I've always wanted a girl..." He put his hands on his head to try and pat it back down with a pouty-face. He leaned up from laying on the blond and smiled. He would have married Kris as soon as they got here is he could have, but with the company and everything... Things were difficult, and a wedding would be one of them.
"And who would be mommy? And you would spoil that child wouldn't you?"
Augy chuckled, " thats a dumb question, you. You'd be mommy... " he said and leaned forward and ruffle the blond hair, " Your the girly one, not me!" he said and smiled. Now he really seemed happy, actually happy. Not like his fake happy or somewhat happy, but a real happy. Like a little kid. He put on his shit-eating grin and then practically tackled the blond and tickled him. " I would spoli that kid rotten, like I should do to you! But you won't let me!" he joked.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 6, 2009 22:10:12 GMT -5
" no dummy! How did you know a girl... I've always wanted a girl..."
The blond blinked his large green eyes, "Well, I always liked little girls. They are so cute and you just want to hug them all day long and I would of liked having a daughter." He chuckled a little as he looked at his boyfriend and then rolled his eyes at the cuteness Augusta was giving off.
"Is that so?" He asked with a playful grin, "I'm mommy cause I am more girly? Psh, I am totally more manly then you half the time!" He laughed cheerfully as he was tackled and then tickled. God, Kristopher was so ticklish and he laughed loudly and tried to grab Augusta's hands to stop the ticking fest.
"Hahah! Ahaha, I --I let you--s--spoil me!" He laughed, "Sometimes, Ah god stop that!" He said and kicked his foot out, hitting one of the side doors and almost falling off the seat. Kristopher loved it when Augusta was like this, he loved it when Augusta was happy cause then Kristopher would be happy and everything would be right in the world.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 7, 2009 20:15:29 GMT -5
"Hahah! Ahaha, I --I let you--s--spoil me! Sometimes, Ah god stop that!"
Aguy grinned happily and stopped tickling the blond, but instead hugged him tightly around the waist, burying his head into the younger's tummy. He sat there happily, he was content, he felt less nervous and less scared... he wasn't even really sure why.
The car slowed as it drove down the back roads. The eastate wasn't far out of beautiful Paris, but it was in the woods. The limo turned a curve to the gates of the estate and Claire sighed next to the driver. She looked at her phone and chuckled, " this is going to be... a big moment..." the driver didn't understand what she meant, but he nodded like he new. " Poor Davingoun Senior is going to have a fit... but... he'll understand..." she said softly and rolled down her window to look at the gates the opened to the estate. It was a five minute ride from the gates to the mansion, so she had somet ime to relax before she would have ore work to do.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 7, 2009 21:18:11 GMT -5
Kristopher was more then pleased that Augy had stopped his assault. The blonds laughter died slowly and once it did, he lifted a hand and flopped it on Augusta's dark head. Then ruffled his hair. "Well, thank you for tickling me to death and almost making me pee my pants." He said all in good humor with a light chuckle.
He tilted his head back and could see out the window, he watched as the scenery went by and they went through the gates. Rather large and fancy gates. Once again, another thing Kristopher was not used too, fancy areas where the rich lived. The only fancy fenced area he saw in his life time was a cementary.
An index finger poked Augusta on top of the head, "I think we are almost there. Best fix ourselves so we look like proper individuals." He mused, looking down at his boyfriend kindly.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 7, 2009 21:39:33 GMT -5
"Well, thank you for tickling me to death and almost making me pee my pants."
Augusta laid on Kris, but when the blond ruffled his hair again he made a whining noise, like a five-year-old does and shifted to try and escape the younger boy messing up his hair. He cuddled up to the blond, ignoring the scenery. He had seen this road a billion times before. The trees the lined the road, which switched to a giant, perfectly cut lawn, with the circle drive up to the four story mansion was something he was familiar with. He knew the big man-made lake by heart and the pool out back and the green house and the study and the library and the parlor and the kitchen. It was his home, and unlike his blond counterpart, he was very used to it.
"I think we are almost there. Best fix ourselves so we look like proper individuals."
Augy didn't move then, he reached up and patted his hair back down and smiled, " don't wanna..." he said, his voice muffled by being against Kris's tummy.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 12, 2009 21:33:56 GMT -5
Kristopher chuckled softly and ran his hands through his lovers hair before playfully flicking him in the ear. "Oh come on, I don't think your father wants to see you on me like that...but..." The blond said softly with a slight shift and a dirty grin spreading across his lips. "If you seriously don't want to move then...while you down there, how about making me a happy little boy?"
Kristopher snickered, knowing full well that Augusta would not do such a thing and more then likely hit Kristopher on the stomach for such words at a time like this, but it was too damn good to pass up. "So, better get up or be prepared to be invaded..."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 12, 2009 22:18:25 GMT -5
Another whine erupted from the dark-haired man as his ear was flicked. Augusta had been much like a spoiled child since they got back from Wonderland. He went from the life of a slave, to the life of one of the top ten richest men on earth. A big leap for anybody to experience.
"Oh come on, I don't think your father wants to see you on me like that...but... If you seriously don't want to move then...while you down there, how about making me a happy little boy?"
Augusta's head shot up then with wide eyes. He was a bit surprised, " Pervert!!" he said and lifted himself up off the blond with ease. He sighed and looked down at his chest as he tightened his tie and buttoned up his suit jacket. He then patted down his flat jet black hair and pushed up his glasses. As mentioned before, nothing really changed with Augusta. He was a bit more serious, a little more pompous, a little more pale, and a much bigger pain-in-the-ass. But other then that, and maybe a bit more height, now only and inch under six foot, nothing really changed.
He sighed as the limo pulled into the circle drive up to the big four-story mansion, with it's clean-cut lawn and big oak double-doors. It was very intimidating to the standard commoner, since it was a very beautiful piece of architecture, old, but very fancy. Something you'd see in a magazine, or on television. Nothing close to what the Boogie had. In fact, the wealth the Boogies had was mediocre compared to the size and beauty of this house.
Augusta let out a depressed sigh, one mixed with stress and nervousness, before saying softly, " I'm not sure what to do if he says no... " and that was true, he would die a horrible death before giving up on Kristopher, but he didn't want to run off and leave his father old and alone with a whole company to run.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 12, 2009 22:28:17 GMT -5
Kristopher laughed at Augusta's predictable response. "And all the things I do for you." He teased and sat up, fixing himself as well. Why? Hell if he knew, there wasn't much to fix other then adjusting his vest and making sure his long hair was in a proper braid and not looking frizzed out.
The blond, once finished, looked over at Augusta with a soft smile. The older of the two had grown a bit and was now officially taller then poor Kristopher who did not even grow an inch! Now the blond had to look up at Augusta to even kiss the fool. Damn height difference by mere inches!
But his soft smile disappeared as he listened to his lover and the expression he wore. Kristopher himself was nervous as hell and just going to such a fancy place made him nervous, probably much more then Augusta. He was used to this kind of place while Kristopher, a mere and very poor commoner of the getto class, was not. Kristopher as intimidated as hell! But one of them had to be strong and so Kris decided it would be him.
Leaning over, the blond rested his hands softly on either side of the dark haired mans face, "Hey," He said softly, "Chill, its going to be fine. The least that can happen is I get mistaken for a servant." He chuckled. Then, the blond leaned in and placed a loving kiss on Augusta's lips.
"If we can get through having Boogies," he said pulling back, "Then dealing with one old fart human, should be a piece of cake....and I mean that with love and affection."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 13, 2009 21:56:52 GMT -5
Augusta ran his right hand through his hair, but even if he didn't let his hand sit still it was obvious that his hands were shaking. He wasn't quite sure what was what anymore. His left was his right and his right was his left and he couldn't even find his face if he had both hands on it... at least not since two days ago when he finally decided he didn't want to hide himself anymore. Augy was tired of trying to be that 'perfect son' his father expects, he wanted to be able to have Kristopher over, and not have to worry about his father walking in and accusing them of something horrible.
"Hey, Chill, its going to be fine. The least that can happen is I get mistaken for a servant."
Augusta felt warm hands on his face and looked at his blond counterpart with a child-like face, like he had some sort of innocence left. But soon that looked faded to a look of mixed feelings. The most obvious emotion was uncertainty. But as soon as the ebony-haired man was kissed he almost forgot about everything. He kissed the blond back, and held him close and when Kris pulled back he only let go just slightly.
"If we can get through having Boogies, Then dealing with one old fart human, should be a piece of cake....and I mean that with love and affection."
Augusta sighed deeply and kissed the blond again as the limo came to a stop in front of the house. Claire stepped out of the from, as she walked around the car to the door her heels clicked loudly. Augy pulled back from Kris and smiled, " I don't know, confessing to my father that I'm in love with a guy, is ten times harder then dealing with a that" he said softly.
As of late, Augusta never spoke of Wonderland, or Boogies. He usually dodged the topic, mostly since his shrink told him to try and stay away from thinking about it. His shrink did a lot of good things, not only was Augusta less violent, but he didn't have mental breakdowns anymore. He was much more stable then two years before.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 13, 2009 22:10:30 GMT -5
" I don't know, confessing to my father that I'm in love with a guy, is ten times harder then dealing with a that"
Kristopher sighed as well and only smile at his counterpart, then gave him a pat on the back. Heaven knew what was a head of them and well, going to say, "Hi Dad, I'm gay" did sound pretty tough for Augusta. But oh well, it would com out sooner or later and Kristopher figured sooner would be better.
He chuckled lightly as he heard Claire come around and he elbow Augy gently, "Guess that's the sign to get the hell out of the limo, eh?" He then gave Augy one last kiss and then exited the vechle and waited for his counterpart. The blond was much happier here then he had been since he was a child, and by here, I mean the human world.
He took in a deep breath and put his hands on his hips and looked at the rather large home. "Shit." He muttered under his breath, he hoped he didn't get lost or dirty anything. He would promptly freak if anything got dirty or broke or anything for that matter.
Not looking away from the home, Kristopher said out loud to Augusta, "So, anything I should be weary off....like say the three hunred dollar carpet?" He chuckled nervously, and offered Claire a small smile.
Oh yeah, getto meets rich. A scary thing.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 13, 2009 22:25:58 GMT -5
Augusta followed out of the limo and stood, leaning up against it slightly, since he wasn't sure he could stand on his own. He had seen this house many times before, but today, today he could feel his knees shake. Why was he so scared? Because of one simple reason, he was afraid his father wouldn't be able to accept him. He was worried his father would shun him and shrug him off like a child that didn't belong.
"So, anything I should be weary off....like say the three hunred dollar carpet?"
Claire tired not to chuckle at this as she looked over to the tall double-doors in the front of the house. There were four stories, with many beautiful windows, the house itsself was brilliant. Two balconey's gutted out on either side of the house, and there was a smaller house for the servents and maids, and nex to that was a six car garage. All of the buildings looked the same, but each one was smaller, but they had the same build and the bricks lined up almost perfectly. Even the bricked driveway they were standing on was perfect. To the left was the lake, and to the right was a huge stretch of perfectly cut rolling hills of grass.
Augy sighed, everyone who visisted always asked hi how he grew up here, with everything being so perfect and fancy and nice. Amd Augy always replied, 'I never grew up here' and they always laughed. Augy never understood why. " Everything in my house is expensive Kristopher, I make more money in a week then a brain surgeon would make in a year..." he said softly, everything was soft about him, considering this was one of the few times Augy could be described as 'weak.'
Standing in the open doorway of the house was a girl, about 17, she was short. She was cute though, and obviously Spanish. She had light brown skin and black hair that flowed in curls down to her waist. It was tied back for the purpose of it not getting in her way as she worked. Donita was her name. She was the daughter of the woman that saved Augusta's life, Sphoia was Donita's mother, but Sophia died just after Donita was born, died protecting the hier to the Davingoun fortune. A scar on Augy's concience. The girl had a bright face, she was so young. She wanted to be a lawyer, and Augusta had been giving her money for schooling, so she could get an education. Augusta had to repay the pain the girl must have gone through without a mother.
" Bonjour Master Augusta!" she called, as a servent it would have meant bad things for her to speak to Augy so casually, but Augusta would never dock the Spanish girls pay, or hit her or anything. He knew how much that distressed a person. Augy looked over and leaned off the limo and gave her a small wave.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 14, 2009 20:22:17 GMT -5
All Kristopher could do to keep himself focused was to keep in mind that this was Augusta's family and his home and not some freaky rich person that might beat him over the head with a two by four. God, he never been around a house like this before. Krissy felt kinda small about now, the biggest house he ever lived in, minus his boogie servant life, was a single floored, three bedroom house with broken windows, missing doors, and warped floors. The roof leaked and they didn't even have a garage let alone a yard...well they had a very, very small yard.
" Everything in my house is expensive Kristopher, I make more money in a week then a brain surgeon would make in a year..."
Kristopher let out a disgusted sigh, "Gee, thanks for the reminder...ass." The blond raised a hand and fiddled with his green hoop that hung from his ear. His nervous habits never changed and even now they remained the same and his shirt sleeves were ever longer then they should.
"Okay!" He said after a moment of silence and slapped his hands together, trying to get rid of his sudden nerve attack. "Let's go in and get this over with before the air gets too thick to breath and I have to get a new type of medication!" The blond laughed then, making a joke at his own expeinse was always fun. Especially over his health and the large amount of pills he had to take daily to survive.
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