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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 21, 2009 23:13:06 GMT -5
No sound rang out of the music room this evening. Normally a soft tune could be heard coming out of the large room. The fireplace was burning softly in the corner. The stained glass windows sat in the wall with an elegant grace. It was dark, the sky covered in clouds, it was raining lightly, the water sliding down the windows. Standing by one of these windows was a man who looked like he belonged here, like he was a piano or cello or violin himself. He stood, the fire-created shadows dancing off his pale skin as well as the wall and high ceiling. The man looked like a statue, his face void of emotion, his stance was slightly casual. But he faced the window, staring out at the thick curtain of rain, like there was something to be made out of it. He didn't bring his eyes off of the window, he stood a soft light about him. He had been standing there all day, in his jeans and black t-shirt. He was wearing a think leather jacket he had gotten for winter. he didn't move very much since that morning. He hadn't moved toward the piano, or anything else. He came in, and looked out the window all day. Certainly the man must have been in deep thought. The man turned and gazed at a grand sitting nearest to him. He stood and looked at his his eyes glazing over for a second before he walked over to it. It had been a week. A week felt like a year. Everything felt slower, like he was walking around with lead on his shoes. He was tired, but when he glanced at the keys, the ebony that matched his hair, and the ivory that reminded him of a boy he certainly shouldn't think about, he felt... alive. The piano had always been his anchor and line to sanity. If he didn't have the piano, by now he would have been in a mental institution, like his deranged mother. Those sorts of things run in the family. The hesitation to play had never crossed the mans mind, ever, but as he sat at the bench, a wave of almost regret fell over him, he couldn't play. And he didn't know why. " I must be broken..." he said softly to the instrument, " I must certainly be broken, regular people don't feel like this. I must be broken somehow..." |
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 21, 2009 23:35:18 GMT -5
Kristopher moved down the hall slowly, he didn't have any destination in mind to be honest. He just wanted to walk around in silence, down the empty hallway. It seemed no one wanted to move about or do anything with the weather how it was at this point in time. The eighteen year old stopped and looked out one of the tall glass windows in the hallway.
His green eyes ignored his own reflection within the clean mirror and he looked up, staring at the dark clouds and the rain that came from them. Kristopher had been dealing with his change slowly, a week, it had given him time to think about his personal matters and arrange his thoughts to a more. . .stable position. If one could call them that. But his friends and family where helping him through it, even if they no longer allowed him to go to the kitchen or bathroom by himself. Hell, anywhere where a sharp object could be found, he had to have someone with him. But at least. . .they where starting to trust him a bit more. After all, he was out by himself.
The blond sighed and lowered his eyes, staring at his reflection. He looked the same as always, deathly pale, bright green eyes and blond curly hair the framed his face. Granted, it was pulled back to one side with two black and red clips with small flower pattern on them. They where a gift from Piper and he rather liked the clips, it kept his curls out of his face.
Slowly he pulled away from the window and kicked at the ground. "Piper would be mad if she saw me mopping around." He muttered to himself. He shook his head slowly, telling himself he needed to smile more. And so he did, he stopped and put a smile on, after all he needed to be cheerful, that way everyone would think he was getting better.
Of course he wasn't, but he did make some...slight improvement. After all, he didn't try to hurt himself again. Speaking of which, his wrist was better, but it still pained him and the stitches where still in place. He was lucky he didn't get an infection or some strange complication. Kristopher was always known to get something along with whatever he had.
The blonds feet carried him down the hall, he supposed, he could go to the Music Room, maybe find a sofa to releax on and watch the rain. It seemed like a plan, the boy laid his hand on the door. He didn't think he would run into Augusta here, he had avoided him pretty well actually. Then again the older boy never tired to talk to him.
Kristopher decided he made a good point of not wanting to see Augusta again. And so when he opened the door and stepped into the room, he froze. He caught sight of the ebony haired boy by the piano almost instantly as if by some strange attraction with a bug to a bright light. The blood's face fell from his smile to a deep and hurt frown. Maybe he would be lucky and Augusta didn't hear him come in. Slowly, almost afraid that his sounds could suddenly be heard, he reached back behind him and grasped the door handle and twisted around to open it.
He needed to leave and leave now. He wasn't sure if he was ready to speak with Augusta again or anything for that matter. As if a painful reminder of how he felt, his wrist started to hurt him. Making him wince lightly in pain.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2009 10:18:58 GMT -5
Augusta ran a hand over the keys, everyone who visited this room could tell you that Augusta had never hesitated when it came to the piano. He tried very hard to press a key but as soon as he got close to it, he pulled his hand back by some sort of reflex he couldn't explain. He felt... lost... like he couldn't play at all.
Unlike Kristopher, he didn't have any family, or good friends to help him, and he certainly wasn't going to Jouhnin for advice. He did talk with Piper, but he cut that off as son as it started. And all Sarah did was beat the shit out of him.
He shouldn't have been trying to play with his broken hand. The bandages were much more obvious on his whole hand and fingers, then the cuts on Kris's wrists were. He tried to flex his hand sometimes, but it hurt too much to do anything with. He knew his fingers and hand would not heal for another week, or maybe even two, so long as he didn't hurt it further.
If Augusta had been playing, he would not have heard the door click open. But he did, and at first he didn't glance at the door, but as he stared at the keys, he felt his guts knot themselves together. He lifted his head and looked at the person who was now, trying to get out of here. It was... Kristopher. But the shock of seeing him was much stronger then he had planed. He tried to scramble off the bench and hide behind the nearest object, but things didn't turn out so well.
What ended up happening was that he fell off the bench, back first, slamming the key-cover shut, and with a strangled cry for help, hit his head on the floor, followed by his injured hand (which just happened to slam against the side of the piano before he hit the ground). But he didn't get up, for a good time too. He felt pain soaring up his arm in large bursts. But Augusta really didn't want to look at Kristopher for fear of seeing that look on his face.
But, with a choked voice, full of pain, both mental and physical he said " I'm sorry... you really hate me..." a pause, " I don't blame you... "
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2009 10:31:09 GMT -5
Kristopher was half out the door by the time he heard the loud commotion going on behind him. His frist instinct was to make a run for it, not wanting to be cornered into anything, let alone talking. His second was to turn around and see what the hell was going on. His second won out and he turned his head to look over his shoulder.
" I'm sorry... you really hate me..." a pause, " I don't blame you... "
He totally ignored the apology. He looked at Augusta who was probably the biggestest klutz in the area at the moment and he didn't look to great. Kristopher was torn between leaving him there or helping him like the good little doctor boy he was, once again he was being torn. He turned away from Augusta and put one foot forward and then stopped. He sighed deeply.
Could Kristopher honeslty leave someone who just hurt themselves? Especially Augusta. Yes.
No, not really. The boy lowered his head and stepped back into the room, letting the door close behind him. He did not say a word, he approached Augusta carefully like a wounded animal. Making sure that this person wasn't going to suddenly reach out and grab him. Then he bent down to his level, once again without a word or glance to his face he turned the boys head about to make sure he wasn't bleeding or hurt to badly.
Like for Augusta he did not appear to be badly injured, he would just get a lump on the head and probably a bruise or two. But turning this whole time, Kristopher only used his uninjuried hand, ever so often he would moved the injured one but not much. Once he was finished, he stood and spoke softly, scary enough . . . just like he used to before he lost his memories.
"Your fine." His voice had little warmth to it, it was blunt and to the point. And he was not answering the boy, he was just simply telling him he wasn't hurt badly. His green eyes rested upon Augusta's hand, seeing the bandages did not phase him, it took him slightly by surprise at first but he had a good idea what happened. He knew Augusta well. So all he did was shake his head and slipped his right hand into his pocket, letting the left hang at his side.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2009 10:47:31 GMT -5
The last thing the ebony-haired man thought would happen is that Kris would help him.
Ok, that wasn't true. He knew Kristopher had a kind heart, and even if Kristopher hated him right now and didn't want to see him, Kristopher wasn't going to walk away from someone who got hurt. With or without his memories, that was just Kristopher.
"Your fine."
Thanks captain obvious. Augusta already knew he was fine from falling on the floor. He slowly stood, and looked Kristopher over. He tried to make his face seem less depressed then it was. That didn't work at all, he still looked like some sort of lost little puppy in the rain. Which is really, how he felt. Augusta turned his gaze to the floor, unable to look at the blond without wanting to cry.
With a voice dragged down by an obvious sadness he let out some small words, quiet. " I know your just going to blow me off... since you have probably decided you don't want to see me again, and I'm okay with that... if it's what you want... but, I should still try and apologize for what I did. And I am sincerely sorry for making you feel... used..." another pause, " I just wish I had known sooner, and maybe I wouldn't have acted like such a prick..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2009 17:12:48 GMT -5
" I know your just going to blow me off... since you have probably decided you don't want to see me again, and I'm okay with that... if it's what you want... but, I should still try and apologize for what I did. And I am sincerely sorry for making you feel... used..."
The young blond looked down at the Frenchman, his expression remaining the same, he let out a small sigh and shook his head. Augusta was correct, Kristopher had already decided he wanted nothing more to do with him. Kristopher was the type to be rather stubborn, extremely stubborn. He was now showing his stubborness at this point as he moved away from Augusta. He didn't want to stay here nor did he want to listen to the Frechman. He had had enough and didn't want to get hurt again. Not a second time.
" I just wish I had known sooner, and maybe I wouldn't have acted like such a prick..."
Kristopher's jaw tightened as he tired not to say a word, but that last sentence really got to him, it really did. "And know what sooner? You already knew what was going on in my head, what more could you want to know?" He asked, irritated. "Either way, if you knew or not...whatever it might be that you think you missed, I doubt it would stop you from being a prick." The blond pointed out firmly, "You still would of yelled at me and everything else for any little rejection I gave because I didn't feel like taking a step forward yet."
Kristopher didn't even looked at Augusta as he spoke and he started towards the door once again. Such a stubborn blond and prehaps too stupid to look past things to see what Augusta was trying to do. He was trying to fix the situation and put things to right but Kristoper just wasn't letting him.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2009 17:36:02 GMT -5
"And know what sooner? You already knew what was going on in my head, what more could you want to know? Either way, if you knew or not...whatever it might be that you think you missed, I doubt it would stop you from being a prick."
At that the ebony-haired man looked up at Kris. He had a frown on his face, who did Kris think he was? Augy was only trying to make things better, and Kris was doing exactly what Augy thought he would do. How... predictable, Kris was a stubborn mule sometimes. But Augusta had been with Kris long enough to know how to deal with Kris when he was like this.
"You still would of yelled at me and everything else for any little rejection I gave because I didn't feel like taking a step forward yet."
Augusta followed after, and having bigger strides he swiftly grabbed Kristopher wrist and pulled the boy back. " I may be very smart, and a brilliant piano player, and a amazing mechanic... but I'm no psychic, and neither are you..." he said, a firm tone to his voice. " How was I supposed to know what was going on in that little blond head of yours? And how the Hell do you know what I would have done if I'd known!?" he said, his voice growing louder.
He held a tight grip on the boys wrist, unaware that it could be an injured one. He pushed the boy onto one of the sofas and stood there, " How would you have known?! You barley even know me!! Or have you forgotten that you're the one who forgot about me!! " He stood just right right way so that the blond couldn't move. He leaned in, holding himself up with his uninjured hand on the back of the couch. " Plus, have you ever thought about putting yourself in my shoes? I lost the one thing I lived for, and I tried to help you, I left you alone for weeks so I wouldn't make you feel uncomfortable, I practically locked myself in my room so you could have 'your space' or whatever... and being rejected by someone... I thought I loved... is unbearable..."
He leaned away moving to the side, " but I forgot, you never really loved me at all... did you?" He paused, " you'd rather shag some guy named Micheal, then be in the general area of someone who has actually loved you..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2009 17:55:30 GMT -5
" I may be very smart, and a brilliant piano player, and a amazing mechanic... but I'm no psychic, and neither are you..."
Whatever Kristopher was going to say never came out, his wrist had been grabbed and unfortunately it was the one he had cut wide open a few days ago. He wanted to cry out in pain but he didn't and he was glad that he was facing the other way. Augusta would not see the split second pain that shot across his face. But being pulled back by that wrist hurt even more then words.
" How was I supposed to know what was going on in that little blond head of yours? And how the Hell do you know what I would have done if I'd known!?" Kristopher was then redirect against the sofa, his wrist screaming in pain and with the growing pressure on it so did not help the boy. But his jaw was tense and he did not cry out. Instead he put his hand on Augusta wrist and pulled on it. It felt like his stitches where being reopened and all he could feel was pain and warmth from his wrist. "You're hurting me." He muttered, not sure if Augusta was hearing his words or not.
"I don't know how you would know, alright!" He declared a bit louder then his last words. " How would you have known?! You barley even know me!! Or have you forgotten that you're the one who forgot about me!! "
Burn.
"It isn't my fault that I forgot, it's not like I would want too you jackass! I tired to remember but its not working and you aren't satisifed with it all!"
" Plus, have you ever thought about putting yourself in my shoes? I lost the one thing I lived for, and I tried to help you, I left you alone for weeks so I wouldn't make you feel uncomfortable, I practically locked myself in my room so you could have 'your space' or whatever... and being rejected by someone... I thought I loved... is unbearable...but I forgot, you never really loved me at all... did you?" He paused, " you'd rather shag some guy named Micheal, then be in the general area of someone who has actually loved you..."
Using his free and uninjured hand, Kristopher slapped Augusta across the face. It felt rather nice but it hurt his hand more then anything. "Don't. You. Ever. Mention. That. Name. Again." Kristopher stated with hate, "You make it sound like I was willing to go around with that Boogie." Yes, Kristopher knew now that he wasn't real. It was nothing more then a boogie fucking with him. "You think it was fun sticking around with a Boogie that makes you think things that aren't true? How the hell am I able to tell whats real and whats not? As for your shoes, yeah I have thought about it. I did while I stayed with Piper and I started to think and now Im starting to wish I hadn't! Instead of just being happy I am around, you get pissy. What just forgetting on the things I forgot and make new memories? Huh? Wouldn't that be so bad?" The blond once again was working on trying to free his cut wrist.
"Now let go, you are hurting me!"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2009 18:14:24 GMT -5
Augusta was about to say something else, when he felt a sharp pain run across his cheek, his head turned to the side as he was hit. Augusta was shocked, this was the only time Kristopher had hit him, ever. He felt like he had as a child, like he was wrong no matter what he said.
He fell back onto the coffee table behind him and sat there as Kristopher talked. Kristopher found out Micheal wasn't real? How? When? He had made a guess to that, but it wasn't confirmed, 'till now. He sighed, " how am I supposed to make new memories when you wouldn't even let me get near you? You never believed a word I said, so what makes me any different then any other guy on the street? Nothing, to you, I was just some lunatic that kept telling you we were together..."
He hung his head, only one thing rang out in it at the moment.
"Now let go, you are hurting me!"
He pulled the boys wrist closer and moved his hand to the blond forearm, looking at the wound on the boys wrist. He stared for a moment. He let out a light chuckle, " I guess we are a bit alike... except I tried because I couldn't live without you... You tried because you thought everyone would be better off without you hm?" he said and looked up at him. " You really don't understand..." He sighed and let go of Kris's arm.
" I was hurt, I've been hurt. I have always been broken and fucked up, and losing you was all I could handle, I reacted without thinking because I was angry and hurt... people do that, they get hurt and they say things they don't mean... and I'm the most guilty of all..." he sighed, " and for that, I'm sorry..." He stood up and moved out of the way, " So if you want to leave and never see me again, that's okay... but if you want to try, I will do my best to be perfect..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2009 18:28:01 GMT -5
Kristopher was silent then, he did not look at Augusta but only took his arm back and put his hand around his wrist. "I tired because I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know what was real and what wasn't after I got told that a boogie has been messing with me. Then we got into an argument that turned into a fight that only added to the fact that I was already confused and trying to figure out where to go from there. Its...hard trying to make pieces fit. So I figured it would be better just to try and escape. Didn't get to finish what I started really. . ." The blond looked down at his wrist then.
This was hard, he wasn't sure what to go on and say or what to even do. This was mostly why he avoided Augusta so questions wouldnt be brought back up and thrown about in his head. "As for not being near you, I wasn't really allowed to begin with...when you were gone...I was left with Honest or Micheal. He wasn't thrilled that I was being around you..." The blond scratched at his bandage that had a twang of red seeping through it. He must of ripped a stitch loose. "So how can I let anyone near when I'm being pulled one way and then another?" Kristopher hadn't been very fair either and he knew it, he had been to worried about himself then others.
"I just want to move on...and stop being stuck in the middle of nowhere, Augusta." The blond stayed put, he did not move to the door, away from Augusta or near him. The shrugged, "I don't understand anything right now, its rather sad but true." He then looked at Augusta, "But I swear, yell at me again or bring that person up again and I will slap you a second time."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2009 19:16:15 GMT -5
Augusta stood and looked at Kristopher, he didn't move, that was good. He as afraid Kris would have bolted for the door. But he didn't and that gave Augy a bit of hope. Maybe Kris was actually listening to him.
"I just want to move on...and stop being stuck in the middle of nowhere, Augusta. I don't understand anything right now, its rather sad but true. But I swear, yell at me again or bring that person up again and I will slap you a second time."
Augy sighed, " I won't okay..." he said and put his uninjured hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. " But... I can't move on... at least not after you... there's nobody better..." he paused and shifted his weight, " and it's okay if you don't understand anything... it's not sad... it's reasonable... but... " he sighed again, this was hard to say.
" I've done a lot of bad things, horrible things, and your closest thing to heaven I'll ever be... I just don't want to lose you... not now, not ever..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2009 19:54:31 GMT -5
Kristopher stayed where he was, head down and looking at his wrist, wondering about his stitches for the moment as Augusta spoke to him. Kris did think about bolting towards the door, more then once actually, but he wasn't sure if he would make it. This was pretty hard to deal with, very hard. Augusta loved him, it was easy to tell, even if a lot of lies have been whispered into Kristopher's ears. The boy chewed his lip.
What did he think about Augusta? Attracted to him--hell yes. Liked him--yes, when he wasn't being a douche bag. Augusta made it comfortable and easy to sleep at night. Maybe Kris just needed to put his own problems behind him, it could be that he was the one bringing everything down and not Augusta. Kris knew he had a lot of faults, and being stubborn was one of them as well as not listening when he was angry and getting hurt really, really easy.
" I've done a lot of bad things, horrible things, and your closest thing to heaven I'll ever be... I just don't want to lose you... not now, not ever..."
The boy played with his wrapping, not looking up. "I think," he said slowly, "That is the corniest line I have ever heard. . ." And yet, somethings just never change.
But now the issue was, to forgive or not to forgive. To give another go or to not give another go. That was the question.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2009 20:27:20 GMT -5
"I think, That is the corniest line I have ever heard. . ."
Augusta laughed softly, it was true, some things never change. He smiled a little bit, more then he had in a week, maybe more. " I've done worse..." he said. The ebony-haired man sat down on the couch next to Kristopher.
He sat in silence for awhile before sighing, he nudged the bow lightly with his elbow. With a small smile he said softly, " so... if I told you my master got me a velvet blanket for my bed... would you sleep with me?" He wouldn't help himself, he started giggling, he wasn't lying, he did get a new blanket, one that was warm for the winter. But the way he sad it made him sound like a pervert.
" I didn't mean for..." giggle " it to sound like that..." he said through his laughing. He calmed down and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and sighed. " but really, it is getting late, you should go back to Piper's and get some rest... 'cause I know you don't want to hang with me..." he said. he pulled himself to his feet and massaged his broken hand.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2009 20:59:43 GMT -5
" so... if I told you my master got me a velvet blanket for my bed... would you sleep with me?"
The blond looked over at the dark haired boy with a look of shock and surprise. It was no certain if he was in shock because of what was asked or because he gotten a new blanket. Perhaps it was a mixture of both that caught him off guard, but still. It was unknown.
" I didn't mean for..." giggle " it to sound like that..."
Kristopher wasn't laughing, he just kept staring at Augusta.
" but really, it is getting late, you should go back to Piper's and get some rest... 'cause I know you don't want to hang with me..."
He looked away then and said to the dark haired Frenchman, "Funny," he stated, "I got a new bed." He tilted his head to the side then, a very small smile appearing on his face. Even though he did not laugh, he still caught the humor in it all. "Maybe I should steal your new blanket." He mused.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2009 22:01:09 GMT -5
"Funny, I got a new bed. Maybe I should steal your new blanket."
Augy smiled softly at that, " I wouldn't put it past you..." he said softly. He stood up and held out his hand, " come one... lets clean up that wound of yours..."
He paused and sighed, he knew that if he didn't clean up those wounds that they would get infected, and the last thing Kristopher needed was to get an infection. He knew he had a box of medical supplies under his bed, so hopefully he could fix it up for him.
It was the least Augy could do...
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