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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 1:38:55 GMT -5
Long and thing pale fingers gently hit the ivory keys of a piano. The melody was soft and comforting, it was one of the few songs that Kristopher Roberts had learned to play on the piano. Although, he did not know the name of the song, he rather liked it.
Music was something that was a good distraction for the blond. He had many things on his mind right now, and the biggest thing on his mind was his relationship with Augusta. He wanted to talk to the older boy about it but he just wasn't sure how to go about the subject. His lover was always touchy on the subject it seemed. He would cry, whine, or down right get mad. But that all depended on the subject at hand in which the blond wanted to talk about. Normally, Augusta was agreeable but he didn't know how Augusta would react now, not with what he wanted to say.
His fingers went down the ivory and ebony keys absentmindedly. His green orbs glanced off to the side slowly and looked at the form of Augusta. Possibly sleeping, he wasn't sure really. But Kristopher did drag the boy down into the music room. A chance to get out and relax and not being stuck in that damn room forever like he had been. True, it was for the others own good, but he didn't want Augusta to go insane from being in there all the time.
So a little quality time would be good. But he couldn't help but feel bothered. His eyes left the dark haired boy and then landed back on the keys in front of him, mindlessly playing still.
He was back on subject again. How could he tell Augusta? Would he storm out before he even finished? Would he cry or do something stupid? Surely not, not if he stayed and listened to everything Kris had to say...but Augusta was rather pig headed on somethings. Listening was one of them. As soon as he would hear certain words, he would flip out and not allow Kristopher to talk. Kristopher knew it.
But he couldn't figure out any other way to say what he wanted too. Damn'it all to hell. Why was this so tough? His music suddenly went off key but then quickly adjusted once his pierced ears heard the messed up note.
"Crap." He muttered to himself as if he suddenly snapped out of a trans.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 7, 2010 15:00:17 GMT -5
Was it just him or was it cold in here? It was hard to tell when you felt like your brains were slowly dripping out of your ear. The boy in the chair near the piano had his head over the back of it and looked like a corpse was brought to listen to some music. He felt a slight draft, heard the music and it was hard not to fall asleep. It was relaxing and comforting.
Though he was still stumped as to why he was brought down here in the first place. Because rumors had gone around, Augusta had been nearly killed. Which is why the dark-haired man wondered why he was out of bed, normally he was in bed, sleeping or reading or staring at the walls. But even though he was slightly ill and injured, he could see that Kristopher was... thinking about something.
Unlike Kristopher, the only thing that was hard for him was walking without falling over and trying to stay awake, nothing nearly as hard as whatever Kris had in his head. Augy drooped his head lazily over the chair and then tipped it to the side, opening one dark eye to look at Kris, who at that moment looked away. Suddenly the snap of out of keys notes hit him and he lifted his head slowly.
He looked at the blond at the piano and leaned over and put his left arm on his knee and used his right to hold his side and he leaned over. He looked at the blond with a child-like curiosity.
He smiled softly, "there's something bothering you..." he said, not as a question but as a fact, pointing it out, " you should release some of that tension, it's bad for you..." he said softly, his exhaustion showing brightly.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 15:13:51 GMT -5
The blond contuined to play, trying not to let things get to him. "there's something bothering you..." The blond did not deny it nor did he even try too. But he simply did not answer the dark eyed boy. Instead his green eyes stared hard at the keys as his fingers went across them as if on a life line.
Truth was, something was bothering the blond. But the issue at hand was something hard for Kristopher to bring up. He was never good at realtionship issues when he wanted to voice them. He wasn't mad at Augusta nor was he upset. It was something else.
" you should release some of that tension, it's bad for you..."
Ha, that wasn't the half of it. But the younger male kept playing, music echoing through the almost clouded atmsophere. He shifted keys then, changing the melody to something different, growing tired of the soft melody he had been playing.
"Nothings really wrong." The blond replied finally after a solid five minutes. "I am just trying to figure out how to word something." Ah yes, that little game of Kristopher. How to make a long sentence much shorter, to the point and not around the bush.
Green eyes slid to the side to glance at Augusta's dark eyes and soft smile. Then those said green eyes returned to the piano. "That's all really."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 7, 2010 15:40:01 GMT -5
Augusta sat in the silence, he would wait. He watched the blond play the piano, and normally he'd find it adorable and just want to cuddle the blond. But this was different, the way he was sitting, the way his hand danced from key to key, even the way his eyes shifted over the ivory and ebony under his pale hands. It was all slightly different, it was odd how the small details popped out at him, it was a talent.
"Nothings really wrong. I am just trying to figure out how to word something."
Augusta tipped his head to the side, his soft black hair flopping along with his head. His hair was considerably longer now, his hair grew very fast and normally Augy would cut it once or twice a week. But now that his movement was limited, he hadn't cut it in what seemed like forever. So now his jet black hair was a bit shaggy and was nearly at his shoulders. But his bangs were longer too, and he had to move them out of his face, another reason he was grumpy.
"That's all really."
Augy frowned, "then don't..." he said, "don't try and word it, just say it... your tense attitude is disrupting my happiness..." he joked lightly and leaned back in the chair, relaxing was nice. But whatever Kris was holding in wasn't good for him. " Your gonna explode if you don't say it... I
can see it yah know.. your a horrible liar..." he said with a boyish grin.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 15:47:58 GMT -5
"don't try and word it, just say it... your tense attitude is disrupting my happiness..."
Kristopher chuckled at that and raised one hand to brush some golden curls out of his eyes and behind his pierced ear. "That so?" he mused for a moment and lowered his hand again. The blond needed another distraction and so he stopped playing any sort of music for a moment and just bounced his fingers on two keys. Going back and forth.
" Your gonna explode if you don't say it... I can see it yah know.. your a horrible liar..."
"Promise not get mad or over emotional on me?" The boy asked with deep concern, his brows coming together in deep thought as he moved his other hand to play with the keys. Now making a low pitch repeating sound and then a higher pitched one, moving between them. Keeping himself busy.
Then he waited a good ten minutes, giving Augusta plenty of time to think and answer him. Once he got that, the boy stared down at the keys, playing his childish tone.
"I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore." He let that float in the air for a moment. He had more to say but his mind was being slightly twisted on the way he wanted to apporach the situation.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 7, 2010 16:05:08 GMT -5
"Promise not get mad or over emotional on me?"
Augy sat there, apparently this was a serious thing. He sighed, " I can't promise you anything, but I'll try..." he said softly. He put his arm around himself again to hold his side. He sat there in the silence, he really didn't like it and his side started to hurt.
He looked at the blond softly and listened to the two keys back and forth, like a clock ticking. Like a bomb was about to take everything down. But really the sound was getting annoying, he really wished Kris would say something because the tension was gonna kill him. You couldn't even cut the air with a cleaver.
"I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore."
This hung in the air for quite some time. Augy just looked at the blond, he blinked once or twice. "..." he couldn't even say anything, he wasn't sure what to say. He closed his eyes and looked down. He sat there for a second looking at the wound on his side. The dark-haired man looked up again at the blond...
" I-I don't u--understand...." he said softly, 'w--what have I d--done?" he said softly, holding back tears much better then normal. But the pain in his side was starting to bother him.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 16:17:07 GMT -5
" I-I don't u--understand....w--what have I d--done?"
Kristopher blinked for a moment and changed back into playing a sweet song on the piano. "You didn't do anything." He said simply with a bit of a bounce to his fingers that played on the keys, almost like he was joyful about something.
"I just simply don't want to be your boyfriend anymore." It was plain and simple really. He didn't like being Augy's in that term anymore. It was something that was bothering him and so he went on, expression the same as if he had just finished something really good, which in this case would be a soft smile. A very faint one.
"It's just too dangerous for me to be your boyfriend. If you get asked again or if I do, and if we are still together in those terms, what do you think might happen? Something pretty nasty I am sure." The blond pointed out, striking down on the keys. "I'm not worth protecting in those terms and nor are you. So," The blond spared a glance at the confused Augusta.
God, he was such a jackass. But this was sweet revenge for the pain Augy put Kris through. But now, the blond was getting somewhere.
"So, I don't want the title. In fact, I never want to be your boyfriend again." He said with a stern voice but at the same time, it sounded like he was amused by something. Some inside thing only Kristopher knew about. He then, once again let the air settle for good five minutes.
However, the blond spoke again. He certainly wasn't finished. "I want something more fitting if I am going to have to continue seeing your face from day to day in our room and especially if you are my Ex." A chuckle came from his lips.
He then stopped playing all together and turned to face his ex now. A smug expression on his face. He put his hands between his legs to grasp the wooden bench as he leaned towards the French man like a leopard about to pounce. "I want a more fitting title."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 7, 2010 16:34:05 GMT -5
Augy sat in utter confusion the whole time. He looked at the blond with the biggest dumb-look he knew how to do. He wasn't sure what to say and he still wasn't following.
"I just simply don't want to be your boyfriend anymore. It's just too dangerous for me to be your boyfriend. If you get asked again or if I do, and if we are still together in those terms, what do you think might happen? Something pretty nasty I am sure."
Augy sat there and then put his hands on either side of his head, he really wasn't understanding whatever Kris was trying to understand. He was so utterly confused. "I--I don't... this is so..."
"I'm not worth protecting in those terms and nor are you. So, I don't want the title. In fact, I never want to be your boyfriend again."
Augy tightened he grip on his head, he shook it lightly, he wasn't just confused but he just really was dumb. He didn't get what Kris was saying at all. If Augy hadn't done anything wrong, then why would Kris say something like that, he wasn't sure why.
"I want something more fitting if I am going to have to continue seeing your face from day to day in our room and especially if you are my Ex. I want a more fitting title."
Augy looked up at the blond slowly, his hands relaxing. He let his hand slide down his face before he looked at Kris with a face that said just how truly lost he was. " I... " he paused, " well... girlfriend would be more fitting... or sex-toy..." he said and looked away. He smiled, " if this is your way of proposing to me.... it's not very flattering yah know..." he said and slowly stood up. He walked slowly to a stained glass window and looked out at the snow.
" Your so confusing..." he said and looked over his shoulder, still holding his side.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 16:46:21 GMT -5
" well... girlfriend would be more fitting... or sex-toy..."
"You sir, are a fucker." Kristopher laughed aslight, still looking like he had just won some great war. Which in reality, he had not. But he was never one to do much talking, which is why everything always come out confusing when he spoke. So he shrugged and turned back to the piano.
" if this is your way of proposing to me.... it's not very flattering yah know..."
"I'm not romantic, remember? However, Who says I am proposing? That's your job isn't?" He mused, "I am the woman here." Oh yes, Kristopher was amused. "But What I said was true. I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore." Thin fingers went back to touching the piano keys.
" Your so confusing..."
Kris only laughed at that, it was part of his job to be confusing. So in turn, he decided to be nice about it now. "I'm not proposing, but I am saying I do want to be more then what I am now. Being married is a nice idea I think." He closed his eyes and went back to his orginial song he had been playing. "But something less traditional, like no ring. Something that is less obivious and won't give people a hint to it. After all, don't need a repeat of before." He mused and tilted his head to the side to look at Augusta.
"But, if you don't want it...then I suppose I could remain being the boy-toy." Ah, yes Kristopher fond term of boyfriend. Boy-toy. It fit him really well though. Then he cracked a grin, "Unless you found a prettier blond that knows first aid better then me."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 7, 2010 17:41:14 GMT -5
"Who says I am proposing? That's your job isn't? I am the woman here. But What I said was true. I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore."
Augy looked back out to the window. He looked down at the arm that was holding his side. His watch was ticking away happily on his wrist, it was an ancient watch now, but he still loved it. It was his only reminder of his goal to get back home.
"I'm not proposing, but I am saying I do want to be more then what I am now. Being married is a nice idea I think. But something less traditional, like no ring. Something that is less obvious and won't give people a hint to it. After all, don't need a repeat of before."
Augy nodded softly as he stared at the watch. But something less traditional, like no ring. Something that is less obvious... He watched the hands tick away and sighed. He looked back up at the window and smiled, looking down a the watch again.
"But, if you don't want it...then I suppose I could remain being the boy-toy."
Augy ignored the blonds last comment as he took his hands and gently be silently took off his watch. He turned, were his back was facing the window and put the watch into his back pocket. he walked over to Kris and patted his head. " Wouldn't you like to know..." he said and kissed the blonds forehead. He took Kris's hands off the piano and turned the boy around to where he was facing away from the instrument.
He knew this was gonna be painful, it was no surprise that it was. But he moved past the pain. He took the blonds right hand and slowly but surely came to one knee. He sat his head on the blonds knee and grimaced from the pain in his stomach. He put on a happier face and then looked up at Kris. He didn't say anything. Not a word. And he took the watch out of his back pocket and started to place it one the blonds wrist.
Something that is less obvious.
" Kristopher..." he said softly, " Vous êtes l'amour de ma vie. Cela me rendrait le plus heureux du monde si vous dirais que oui ..." The dark haired man got the watch on kristopher wirst and looked up to him with a grin, " Alors, voulez-vous, Kristopher m'épouser?"
He was such a bastard...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 17:58:24 GMT -5
" Wouldn't you like to know..."
Kristopher paused then and looked up at the other with a raised brow. Now it was his turn to be confused. Furthermore, the pat on the head made his brows come together then. "Actually, yes. I would like to know." The blond pointed out as he was turned about to face the frenchman. That was when he noticed something a bit odd, Augusta was getting taller then him. What the hell. Wasn't a guy supposed to stop growing past eighteen? How queer. Ah well.
The blond looked down at the other, well now. This was interesting. "Don't hurt yourself." Kristopher stated but he knew the idiot already did that just by moving so it was pretty much pointless to tell him that. But the blond couldn't help but smile proudly. Kris wasn't a moron and he knew what Augusta was doing.
He watched in silence then, then smirked at the watch being put on his wrist. Oh, so that was what he was going to use, wait a minute. Wasn't that what he was wearing? Kris felt heat rise to his face.
" Kristopher..."
Oh he just loved how he said his name. Now came the good part.
" Vous êtes l'amour de ma vie. Cela me rendrait le plus heureux du monde si vous dirais que oui ... Alors, voulez-vous, Kristopher m'épouser?"
The heat left his face, the bastard! Using french on him like that! Kristopher pouted with great annoyance. "You so did that on purpose you bastard." Kristopher said softly and rolled his eyes skyward in thought. Okay, mental translation time.
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The english translation looked something like this in his brain:
Kristopher, You are %43228--A@ life. @356 would 0001001 happiest 9827^%#$%6 you'd 092753 yes...So ERROR ERROR ERROR, Kristopher ERROR 12202 me?
This translation took up to five minutes before Kris could speak. This time he blushed in embarrassment. "Could you try that again, in English?" He chuckled nervously with the look of Dear-Lord-Help-Me.
"Or can I just yes? Or Does that have to be in French too?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 7, 2010 18:32:27 GMT -5
"You so did that on purpose you bastard."
Augy nodded, and he sat. He waited as Kris tried to figure out what he had said. He would have asked if he should repeat it, but he knew Kris would hit him. Augy just sat and waited. He figured that Kris was trying to figure out what he had said.
The dark-haired man let out a sigh. "Could you try that again, in English?" Augy smiled, he shook his head and then repeated what he had said. " Kristopher, you are the love of my life. It would make me the happiest man in the world if you'd say yes. So Kristopher, will you marry me?" he said, an accent showing slightly.
"Or can I just yes? Or Does that have to be in French too?"
Augy laughed at that, " you can just say yes..." he said. And he waited for a response, putting one hand on the side of Kris's face. "only if yah want to..." he said softly. He was slightly upset that the blonds blush had gone away, but hopefully he could get it back.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 18:40:39 GMT -5
" Kristopher, you are the love of my life. It would make me the happiest man in the world if you'd say yes. So Kristopher, will you marry me?"
Kristopher put his left finger to his lips in thought then and pondered. Oh he was going to drag this out for a little bit to get back at Augusta. Moments turned into minutes.
" you can just say yes...only if yah want to..."
Kris smiled, "Well, in that case...then yes. Yes, I would be more then happy to marry you as long as teach me French so it doesn't go over my head anymore." He spoke with cheerfulness as he bent down and kissed Augusta gently on the lips, putting a hand on either side of his face. "Never thought you would ask." He mused with a chuckle.
Then another thought came to mind. "Now," The blond said slowly, "What are we going to do about you, hmm? We need to get you something too." He stuck his tongue out slightly as he sometimes did when teasing the other. Which he was now doing as he brushed a hand over the others ear. "I should make you pierce your ears." He chuckled, playing with him.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 7, 2010 19:06:06 GMT -5
"Well, in that case...then yes. Yes, I would be more then happy to marry you as long as teach me French so it doesn't go over my head anymore."
Augy grinned, the kiss suddenly made his face slightly red and he looked away sheepishly. He was surprised that he had just proposed. Really so soon too. The full effects of it were starting to finally show up.
"Now, What are we going to do about you, hmm? We need to get you something too. I should make you pierce your ears."
He smiled slightly at the brush on his ear and then frowned, " Thanks but no thanks..." he said and sighed, " I can just make a sister of it.... the watch I mean..." he said. " And doing that wil give me a chance to do some etching and such..." he said and smiled.
Augy slowly stood back up and patted the blonds head again. " It won't take me very long dear..." he said jokingly.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 7, 2010 19:17:46 GMT -5
" Thanks but no thanks..."
Kris couldn't help but chuckle, "You would look so cute with a little stud though." Oh he couldnt help but tease him about that. However, he wouldn't make him do it but it was just so much fun to get at him like that.
" I can just make a sister of it.... the watch I mean... And doing that wil give me a chance to do some etching and such..."
Kristopher smirked and nodded, "Alright, sounds good to me then." The blond then looked down at his watch and tapped it lightly with his fingers. Watches where just amazing things, especially Augusta's. Kris would be taking care of this watch, that was for sure. It was his treaure. "We should tell Piper." He said finally. "She would love to hear this...especially about me getting you to actually propose." A pause, "So how long will it take to make another?"
It won't take me very long dear..."
Dear. Now that sounded rather nice. "That's good, because no offense love, but you look odd without a watch." He laughed full heartedly and moved away from the head patting.
"Stop with the patting, you make me feel like a kid."
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