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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 20, 2009 21:46:37 GMT -5
The room as dimly lit and empty as ever. The ballroom hasn't been used since the last major event. It seemed strange to stand back and look at the large scale room in this kind of light and even more strange within no one in the room but Kristopher Roberts.
The boy was not allowed near the hospital or kitchen, anything with sharp objects had been banned from his reach. And so where was the best place to put the lad to do some work? Why, cleaning the ballroom. There as nothing sharp or dangerous here.
But Naelona would send slaves to check on the boy hourly to see how he was doing and that he had not done anything dumb again. Such as give his other wrist a matching wound. The eighteen year old boy ran a damp cloth over one of the tall full body mirrors that where embedded into the wall. He stared at it with a blank expression, looking at himself.
He didn't look well. He was dressed in new pants and a new baby blue thick sweater that Naelona had gotten for him. It was baggy about the hands, which he liked and it hid his bandage well. He still couldn't really use his right hand for anything and so he would using his left hand to clean.
Slowly he brought the rag up and then down at an angle, the glass squeaked and Kristopher sighed. "I hate cleaning mirrors." he muttered softly and then stared at his reflection for a bit longer. He looked so much like a child with his hair pulled back in clips---so feminine.
"I wish she wouldn't of stopped me." He muttered again, leaning his head against the glass mirror.
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Post by slasher on Sept 20, 2009 22:24:44 GMT -5
The ballroom. Not Slashers favorite place to be but well he heard a pretty little thing was stuck in here so he had to come by. Actually Slasher hadn't seen much of Kris as of lately. That was probably due to the fact he got in a fight with a group of boogies and well though they were bad as hell to look at now Slasher was locked in his room for a week to recover. He hated hospital, he'd rather heal naturally.
Walking into the ballroom Slasher hummed, his hands on his hips since his usual dark pants bore no pockets. His top was clad in the ever usual grey hoodie, his pale chest out for the world to see. His golden hued eyes drifted over the ball-room with a toothy grin. He hadn't been here since the ball, such a lovely time. Though it didn't end all to well what with that annoying girl stopping his fun. Rolling his eyes he walked over to the mirrors, stopping at the boys side.
"Yo" His voice cut through the silent air, though it had a amused tone to it. The boy looked, rather disgruntle which made Slasher raise a brow. What happened to Kris while he was gone? "..Ya look sick, well more then usual" He gave a slight laugh, placing his hand, for cone lacking his metal gloves, on the boys shoulder, lending down to look at his face that he was hiding by drooping his head. "...Whats...wrong?" He didn't feel like asking anything else right now, he came here planning to ask about rumors he heard or why he suddenly dropped off the face of the earth (though he was sure Kris was relieved about that) but seeing him like this ruined all those thoughts and now, all he wanted was to make sure he was alright. |
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 20, 2009 22:35:01 GMT -5
"Yo."
Kristopher about jumped out of his skin, althought the teenager did jump and dropped his cleaning rag. His green eyes where wide only due to sudden fright. He had no idea anyone was in the room until now. His eyes looked towards the mirror, not wanting to turn around.
In the relfection of the mirror he could see himself, his short curly hair pulled back by pins and then someone walking towards him. It took him a moment to recongize who it was. At first he thought it was Augusta and he was about to make a run for it, but those golden eyes gave away the person instantly.
"Slasher." he said softly.
"..Ya look sick, well more then usual"
The blond turned then and looked up at the much taller boy, "Do I really look that bad?" he asked and studied the boy, he looked concerned. But that was rather charming, normally the boy would be trying to get into his pants, this was a nice change.
"...Whats...wrong?"
The blond boy raised a hand and scratched his ear lightly, "I'm fine, just been cleaning...and everything. How are you, Slasher?" Kristopher asked and turned, bent down, picked up the rag and started to clean the mirror once again.
"Did Naelona send you to check on me?"
Wouldn't be surprising, never knew when Kris might get the idea to hurt himself again.
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Post by slasher on Sept 20, 2009 23:10:41 GMT -5
Slasher smiled when the boy didn't yell at him to leave, which seemed to happen often. '..Kinda babe" He chuckled, gently poking the boys forehead. "Ya got curls" He smiled and undid one of the clips, playing with the curl a bit before letting out a laugh. Since he recovered the boy had been rather upbeat and well very cheerful. Though at the moment he was being rather gentle. He could tell from one look (as well as what he had been hearing) that Kris was very fragile right now. Slasher wasn't that much of a fool to try to make him angry.
Just cleaning? Lie, he knew the boy was not fine. Something was bothering him, but he didn't push. Sighing the silver haired man grabbed the boys chin, tilting it up slightly, lending close to kiss the boys cheek. "If you say your fine I won't push, but your too easy to read" He let out a breathless chuckle and stood up straight again, looking around the ball-room, thinking of how to reply tot eh boys question.
"Tsk, that witch got ya on lock down again? What ya do this time babe?" He looked back and smiled. "Nah, she didn't send me. Fact haven't seen the eye-sore woman in almost two week!!" The air fell silent and he looked back at Kris, touching his cheek gently. "really though, I can read people Kris, ya like sick as hell. Da fuck is wrong??....is uh..." He fell silent again, not wanting to ask, but he had to. "Did something happen between you and that stupid puppy of yours?" By that he meant the black haired male he didn't really prefer.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 20, 2009 23:23:12 GMT -5
"Ya got curls"
Kristopher pushed Slasher's hand away from the curls he had set loose. The damn things where bouncy and when Slasher played with them, they went insane. The boy reached out and took his clip back and fixed his hair with a huff.
"I've always had curls, its just when my hair is long, they aren't as pronounced." He chuckled a little but he was annoyed that his hair was pointed out to be curly, "I hate my curls. I look like a baby doll." And that was so damn true!
Although Kristopher had gone back to cleaning, he was stopped once againw ith a hand holding his chin. A blush cam across the blonds face as Slasher came down close to his face.
"If you say your fine I won't push, but your too easy to read"
Ah oh.
"really though, I can read people Kris, ya like sick as hell. Da fuck is wrong??....is uh...Did something happen between you and that stupid puppy of yours?"
Whatever expression of amusement Kris might of had disappeared into a deep frown and a look of pain. He pulled away from Slasher and went back to cleaning the mirror. "I'm not sick, for a change. I'm just. . .out of it really." He said slowly. "I'm just working over some changes. . ." The boy said his right hand resting at his side, not doing anything but resting there with its wrap about his wrist and part of his arm. Without much thought he raised it to the side of his head to make sure his hair clip was still in place, not realizing Slasher would see the the top of the bandage.
"Its nothing to worry about."
It just hurt to even think about Augusta.
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Post by slasher on Sept 20, 2009 23:56:45 GMT -5
The moment Slasher saw the bandage his heart skipped a beat. Kris was hurt. Instantly he grabbed the boys elbow and pulled him over, pulling the sleeve down, staring at the wound with rather wide eyes. "Kris..." He looked up at the boy, unable to think of anything to say. He knew Kris was impulsive, but to hurt himself this way? He gulped and without another though pulled the boy close, wrapping his arms around him in an tight hug. "Kris...what have you been doing?"
His voice was soft, barely able to hear if it wasn't for the over silent area around them. He gulped and nuzzled his face into the boys soft hair. "...You did that yourself. I hear you got hurt..someone...Fuck that bastard caused this" He growled the last part, still gently holding the boy. "How..if you didn't love that bitch i'd kill him" He sighed and pulled Kris away slightly, looking down at him with soft eyes.
"I...I don't know why this ass is hurting you, but I won't let him. I'll protect you from that little runt if he wants to hurt you...god don't harm your body" He lifted the boys wrist with a worried look before kissing the wrapping before kissing thr boys cheek again, then laying a soft peck on his lips. "..Your too sweet and beautiful to have those eyes, those eyes of pain"
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 21, 2009 0:12:32 GMT -5
"Kris..."
Kristopher looked up and over at Slasher with large eyes as soon as the other boy captured his elbow and pulled him over so quickly that it took Kristopher off guard. "h-Hey let go." He told Slasher but he knew it wouldn't stop the boy who pulled down his sleeve and looked at his bandage that covered his " T" like wound.
He pressed his lips together and didn't say anything.
"Kris...what have you been doing?"
What had he been doing? That was a good question, the boy hadn't been thinking clear for the past couple of days. Which is why he was staying with Piper and Naelona more then anything. Kristopher hadn't even been to his dorm since his fight and possible break up with Augusuta.
"...You did that yourself. I hear you got hurt..someone...Fuck that bastard caused this. How..if you didn't love that bitch i'd kill him
The blond flinched then and shook his head, "It--It wasn't his fault!" He said quickly and then lowered his voice, "I just haven't been...up to par...its not his fault." The blond pressed is lips together.
"I...I don't know why this ass is hurting you, but I won't let him. I'll protect you from that little runt if he wants to hurt you...god don't harm your body. ..Your too sweet and beautiful to have those eyes, those eyes of pain."
Kristopher didn't stop Slasher, he let him hold him and kiss his wrapping, his cheek and then his lips. The blond boy leaned into Slasher, green eyes down cast. "I--I don't know what to do anymore. Ever since I got amnesia. . .things haven't been going well. And. . .and I am just sick of being jerked around by people. I don't know wh--who I am or anything a--and I told him to go away. . .I--I think I broke up with him. . .I don't know. . ."
Kristopher was trying very hard not to cry again.
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Post by slasher on Sept 21, 2009 0:36:32 GMT -5
Slasher let the boy go and sat on teh ground before once agian pulling Kris, this time down and into his lap. He said nothing for a while, only holding the boy in his lap, every now and then stroking his soft locks or kissing his forehead. He was lost in thought, unable to think of anything to say.
"..I bet people have lied to you. I won't" He smiled and nuzzled hte boy. "...I'm glad you didn't forget me" He let out a breath, looking away, as if to ignore his own selfish words. Really he would be sad if teh boy forgot him, he liked kris, he was fun having him around.
"...Kris I'm not going to lie, i'm not going to 'jerk you around' and...fuck I'm not going to let that fucking princess hurt you when your always in pain" He sighed and used his thumb to stroke the boys cheek before giving him a gentle kiss. It was much diffrent then his usual ones, there was nothing behind it but tenderness. He was being gentle, so gentle right now. He pulled the boy closer and only deepened the kiss a bit before pulling away, meeting the boys gaze.
He said nothing, simply stroked his hair before kissing him again. "....Kris, you left him?" It hung in the air before he spoke agian. "...You need a break. Here, why don't we stay here for a while hm? If that wretch sends someone I'll tell them I'm watching you...." His voice drifted and he gave a sift smile, stroking the boys cheek. "...You can let it out ya know. All your sadness, your anger. I don't give a fuck" He laughed a bit, though his words were serious. He knew once the boy let it out, he would feel better.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 21, 2009 0:58:43 GMT -5
Kristopher didn't even bother stopping Slasher, he was pulled easily into his lap and the blond boy just sat there leaning his head on Slashers shoulder. It was nice having someone around, he had Piper and she was amazing. He really liked her around and grateful to her, but it was also nice to have a male friend to be around as well.
"..I bet people have lied to you. I won't...I'm glad you didn't forget me"
Kristopher said nothing as he just sighed, then he decided to speak. "I don't know if they have or not. . .I can't tell and all I do is make people frustrated."
"...Kris I'm not going to lie, i'm not going to 'jerk you around' and...fuck I'm not going to let that fucking princess hurt you when your always in pain"
The kiss took Kristopher a bit off guard this time and he did not return it, much with like what he had done with Augusta, he was rejecting Slasher. But he let Slasher due what he wanted, it felt nice. He missed getting kissed. When it came to an end Kristopher shook his head and then moved away from the second kiss by putting his head down. "No more, please." he muttered.
"....Kris, you left him?...You need a break. Here, why don't we stay here for a while hm? If that wretch sends someone I'll tell them I'm watching you...."
He nodded softly.
"...You can let it out ya know. All your sadness, your anger. I don't give a fuck"
"I just don't know what I should do anymore, I even threw scissors at him when I yelled. I was a lost cause, and he knew it. . .so he let me know too. Can't blame him really. He has tired to work with me. . .but I guess it was just too much. Either way, I am still mad at him . . . I haven't even went back to the dorm. I've been staying with a good friend of mine. Shes been taking care of me. She sorta. . .understands me I think." Kristopher was just rambling now. But it felt good to ramble.
He chuckled lightly, sadly, "She even did my hair for me. . .she said I looked cute like this."
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Post by slasher on Sept 21, 2009 22:29:41 GMT -5
When the boy asked him to stop, for the first time Slasher listened. He gave a soft sigh, simply holding him. He wasn't really sure what to say to the boy at this point. He didn't mind getting rejected, after all Kris always did that to him, but he knew Augy had to have been pissed at it. That very thought made him worry. How far does Augy's rage carry him? Did he yell at Kris? If he did Slasher would probably sock him.
"I'm glad ya got such a sweet doll by your side" He chuckled a bit, ruffling his silver bangs before nuzzling his face into the boys blonde locks again. Look...Give the damn brat some time" He huffed a bit, not pleased he was telling Kris a way to get through this. "...Let him cool down. Ya know..Maybe its..Time to move on?"
It was random to say and maybe not best so he shut his mouth and was silent, humming a bit before stroking the boys hair again. "..You look cute" He took a slow breath, nuzzling the boys neck. "...Kris no matter what does happen, even though i'm a bitch to ya I'l still be here ya know that right?" He laughed a bit, though it was weak. "I'm..like a fall back friend ya could say. Our master ties us for now right?"
For now that was. Did Kris even know Slasher had join teh rebellion? He hoped he didn't
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 21, 2009 22:37:49 GMT -5
Kristopher sighed softly and just used Slasher as a human body pillow as he turned, straddled the boy and put his arms around him. His chin resting on his arm and Slasher's shoulder. "Move on?" Kristopher said slowly as he was thinking upon the meaning of the word.
"I don't know if I can. . ." He hid his face within slashers next and stayed there. "And I don't want a fall back friend. I want a friend. I don't wanna use anyone. . ." He spoke slowly with a slight sniffle as if he was fighting back tears.
"Slash." Kristopher said slowly, "Am I really that different from back then?" Another pause, "And do you still like me. . . if so. . . why? What's so good about me cause I don't know." The blond wasn't sure where he was going with this, was he thinking about hurting himself again? Once again, he wasn't sure at all.
About anything.
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Post by slasher on Sept 23, 2009 19:26:58 GMT -5
Slasher didn't mind as the boy laid on him, one arm loosely resting around the boy, stroking the boys hair gently. He listened to the boy talk and laughed a bit. "You don't want a fall back friend? well..seeing you haven't forgotten me you must not forget how you feel toward me. Last time I checked you hated me" He gently shook his head with a smile, kissing the boys temple as he continued to gently hold him.
"..Your not that diffrent. You seem more..Shy though' He gave a smile, running his fingers down the back of the boys neck before gently rubbing his back. "Of course I still like you Kris" He was silent after that tough, thrown back by the 'why'. Why did he like the boy? Well first off he was sexy adn Slasher wanted to screw him but there was more then that. He liked how smart the boy was, and gentle nad also his smile, Slasher adored Kris' smile and laugh. "There's lots Kirs..but something I love most is your smile, and laugh" He nuzzled the boys hair, smiling weakly. "And those are two things I've highly lacked seeing...that's why I'm going to help you get better ok? No matter how hard it is, I'm going to help you through this, so I can see that smile again.'
Was Slasher selfish? Ya a little but also he wanted the boy to be happy. seeing him so sad didn't fit him. He would help the boy, no matter how long it took and no matter how much it annoyed him. Of course by annoying he meant help Kris remember Augy. truthfully he wanted to make Kris fully forget the damn four-eyes runt but he had to help him cause it was the right thing to do, and it would make Kris happy.
Damn his guilt.
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