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Post by skull1 on Mar 6, 2013 19:03:10 GMT -5
it wasn't like it was suspicious to hang-out with a friend. especially since there wasn't anything between them, right? but in this case, there was plenty between the boy and jace to write books. novels that could make you cry, a novel without an end. because at some point elie had just stopped showing up. he didn't know what to do with himself at the door, the entrance to the place he had once referred to as 'home' in being the place he slept, he ate and more often than not loved. even the euphemism felt weird, like it was undeserved.
hands nested into the kangaroo pouch at the front of his solid hoodie. grey, and black skinny jeans running down his toothpick legs to the black kicks he wore. he always looked like a lost little runaway no matter where he went or where he was invited. head turned to peer down the hall when he thought he heard someone approaching. it crossed his mind this friend of his may not be home, but then again as he recalled sometimes jace liked to play video games with his headphones on. maybe he didn't hear? they weren't so unfamiliar, and he brought it just in case... the apartment's key that was never thrown away.
the key slid into the slot, dials clicking and churning as it turned. it worked. elie was only half-relieved to slip through the open door. being here felt wrong. he felt like he was doing something very bad by being here. what did he hope to accomplish from this? he swallowed the lump in his throat, starting through the apartment in search of the distant friend. "Uh, hello?" He called, tapping his knuckle along the wall to announce his presence. "Spence?"
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 6, 2013 22:11:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] Jace had found himself getting very into the new game he had just purchased from work. As he often forgot the titles of these games, it was no exception now. It was a game he would play, beat, then toss in with the rest of the games he'd never look at again, except maybe when he skimmed for something to do on his days off. His headphones, looking huge on him, were placed around his neck, having slipped off when he found that the explosions were a little too much for him. He was too lazy to actually turn down the volume -- no, that would involve (gasp) moving. Having his pale hands nearly glued to his controller was a regular thing for the Game Stop manager. It was as if it was his calling.
Hence his surprise when he heard the slight sound of knuckles rapping against the wall of his entryway. At first, Jace ignored it, too into his game to really care much. It was only when he heard the faint sound of a voice calling him by an old nickname, that he finally pause the game, looking cautiously around the corner. From where he sat cross legged, he couldn't see a thing, unfortunately. Gripping the muffs of his headphones, Jace jerked them off, slowly lifting himself from the floor, his hand holding him steady. Peering around the wall, Jace saw someone that he hadn't seen in a very long time. ".. I.. Élie?.. wha.." His lips quivered as he watched the dark haired man before him gently rap his knuckles against the wall, piercings adorning his face much like Jace's own. It was the man that Jace had come the closest to loving, the one who had walked out on him one day, never to come back. "What're you doing here?" Jace spoke quietly, his tone almost accusing. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't feel anger, hurt, but also relief. Élie was alive. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 7, 2013 19:20:23 GMT -5
There was a pressure already building on his lazy shoulders the moment he walked inside. His heart had known from the start this was a bad idea, but his brain insisted it couldn't be all that bad. After all, he and Jace had made it clear that they wouldn't make anything of the way they lived together. The past was far away, a few months but still far away. And yet, somehow Élie had arrived exactly where he didn't want to be--at the junction of confusion and desperation. He felt tense standing behind Jace, hands cupped at his chest while fingers nervously twisted together. Teeth found his lower-lip, skillfully avoiding the piercing. Love was a word that rose from his throat, waiting at the tip of his tongue to be spoken though always pushed aside for a later that wouldn't come.
"Yea--" He chuckled, looking off to the right, "--eah." His body understood the comfort he needed now and thus arms crossed his torso so he hugged himself, embrace becoming slack but never ceasing the action. "I hadn't seen you in a while, seein' how you're doing... pretty good, right?" Speaking abundantly and fast when he was apprehensive, not only would Jace probably catch on something was up but the rising blush to his face would be a dead give-away that he was actually more nervous than necessary. Élie had to always be more than necessary at times like this, when it shouldn't matter. But Jace made him want things he wouldn't want. This was planting the seed of betrayal toward Ever and Élie knew it.
"I have a boyfriend now..." He had to say immediately, auburn hues never lifting from staring at the latter's feet. It felt inappropriate suddenly... honey-dew eyes fluttered upward, shyly finding Jace's face. "I still had a key and you didn't answer so... I let myself in..." Did he have to explain that? "... And I don't have much of anything to do or go, so I decided to stop by..." That didn't seem like it needed to be explained, either. But he had to keep saying things before it could get quiet, because he was afraid of what might happen when they ran out of things to say to each other.
He peeked behind this old friend of his at the screen. Although never being one for video games--or rather, never being very good at them--the brunette allowed himself a small v-shaped grin. "What'cha playin' there? Battletoads?"
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 8, 2013 15:16:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] A sharp pain erupted in Jace's chest as he heard Élie speak. Haven't seen me in a while? A temper that didn't always see the light of day flared, but the orange-haired male tensed his body, pushing the feelings of abandonment and betrayal away for another time. If there was going to be another time. I swear to God, Élie, if you blame this on me... Equally as apprehensive as his counterpart, Jace shoved his hands within the pockets of his dark blue pants. A bit of cream-colored bandage peeked from his right pocket, clinging aimlessly to the lithe fingers that curled within. Seeing Élie bite his lip restlessly, Jace had to resist the persistent urge to do the same, but he prevailed, allowing his lips freedom for the time being.
The slight blush that bloomed across Élie's face caught Jace's eye, bringing his attention to it fully. Thinking of past memories, the corner of Jace's mouth twitched in the slightest of smiles, but it didn't last long. His heart had pined for this man, but he hadn't came knocking until now... Why? It wasn't as if Élie had finally felt some kind of sympathy for the troublemaker. Something must have changed. "If your ex comes back to you, that means that the person they tried to replace you with was a failure." The quotation that Jace had read on the Internet not but a few days ago surfaced, making his own face blush a deep red color. Somehow, despite the anger that rolled through his body, Jace couldn't help but think of the times they had spent in bed, wasting hours at a time at no ones expense.
At the mention of a boyfriend, Jace's face paled once more. Why would I need to know that? Jealousy raged, clouding his thoughts and making his tongue feel heavy. He didn't know what to say to Élie at this point, so he stayed quiet, knowing that his ex-lover wouldn't allow a silence to stretch for too long. The replacement for such an awkward silence was a conversation almost as awkward. "Why didn't you throw the key out after you left?" Jace said, his cheeks growing slightly red. He wasn't flustered, but angry. He tried his best to keep in tone under control though, not wanting to scare Élie away so soon. He had to find out what the darker haired male had come for. D.. did he want Jace back? "O-oh, wh.. Oh, yeah. It's the second one. Game Stop just got it." Trying to shove his hands further into his pockets, Jace turned, looking disinterested at his video games. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 9, 2013 17:31:32 GMT -5
Of course, while he felt guilty to cause Jace so many discomforting expressions it was easy to ignore them all the same. As long as he kept talking and avoiding the elephant that was squeezing him against the wall, suffocating them. This was awkward. Somehow Élie hadn't expected it to be this awkward, not when things between them had be so undefined. There had been more to them than it seemed, apparently. Otherwise, why would he be here? It's not like his relationship with Ever was taking a turn for the worse--the brunette was bored with himself. Not even with his partner, just bored in general. And maybe a little worn out always going one place where he was welcome.
The nomadic life of a tom-cat, prowling street to street and sleeping in a different dumpster every night had suited Élie. Yet suddenly loving hands had plucked him out of the muck, bathed him and given him a warm place with warm food. Hues glanced toward Jace, wondering if perhaps the blonde could answer this curious case of discontent. That's when Élie noticed that he was somehow making the latter mad by being here--there was no other explaination. He looked back toward the ground, slightly ashamed and sorry for coming around uninvited. The dropout had assumed he'd always have a home here, oddly enough. Like if things didn't work out for him anywhere else, he'd always have Jace to fall back on almost as if time and life's progression stopped wherever Élie wasn't present.
Lip quirked into a forced smile at first, but he soon allowed himself to belt out a choked laugh. "Wh-what?" He'd been joking--that was a joke among the gaming community, wasn't it? Battletoads. The brunette was unsure if Jace was playing along or being serious, which made him somewhat hesitant to respond with a follow-up for fear of being led into an obvious trap. "I, uh... I didn't know that was a real game?" His voice was soft, fingers cupping his chin for a moment until they slid away to tuck into the crook of his arm folded lazily beneath his chest. Élie scanned the screen once again, not seeing any signs of a toad or a battle. "Are you kidding?" He had to ask, turning an innocent face to the blonde, eyes large in his disbelief.
"About the key... I don't know, what if someone else found it and broke in?" That was a stupid excuse when really it had never crossed his mind that it could be thrown away until now. Élie had always been a terrible liar. He turned back to looking at the screen. "Are--..." Maybe he shouldn't ask? "Uh, I mean..." His cheeks flushed in his confusion, mixing up a good way to play this off, the foreign accent of his gaining a quick control of his pronunciation. "How--to say..." Oh, God. Slender hands covered his coward's tomato-tinted face. "Merde... I forget."
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 9, 2013 22:34:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] Pursing his lips in response to Élie's arrival here, Jace found himself at a loss for words. The quote he had read on line kept running through his head. It should have angered him to know that Élie had potentially tried to replace him, but his mind subconsciously wandered elsewhere, wondering why his ex-lover had come here today. The exact reason-- was he here to torment Jace? To apologize for his dick behavior? Somehow, Jace doubted that. To.. to makeup? Feelings of anxiety flourished in Jace's blood stream, making him more jittery than he had been in quite some time.
Slamming his fist against the wall adjacent to Élie's cheek, Jace pushed his body forward, bandaged hand trapping Élie against the wall. "Why are you here, Élie? Cut the shit." Jace growled, lowered his head to place his lips next to the brunette's right ear. As he pulled his lips tight in a sort of half grimace, half smile, his studs clinked against his teeth, making a hollow sound. "We both know you didn't come here to just say hi," Jace didn't know where he was going with this, but he could feel his blood beginning to boil beneath his skin, his face flushing a darker color. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 9, 2013 23:07:04 GMT -5
Élie should have just asked. There was no use pretending like he'd done nothing wrong when he so obviously had by the state of emotions here. He sighed, glancing around at the floor thinking maybe some of the words that could fix this were located in the cracks of the floorboards. They certainly weren't registered with him. All the people around the brunette had come to a point in his connections with him that they expected much more than he could provide in terms of explanations and just saying what he wanted. He didn't know what he wanted, that's why he was here!
If only he could just say that, but fear knocked the words out of his mind when Jace slammed his fist alongside the mute's cheek. Hues slowly followed the length of his arms until it extended out of his periphery somewhere toward the back of his head. Instead of syllables, the brunette could only emit puffs of air. Nails dragged along the wall's surface when coiling his hand into a fist, the latter hand gingerly pressed to the blonde's sternum as if that would encourage him to keep his distance. Jace was so angry and Élie didn't know what to do about it--if it were like before, he would satiate him with intercourse.
Élie couldn't do that now, even though that what it seemed like the other wanted from him. To make things like they were before as if it were such a long time ago, in some fairy-tale land far away when the two of them figured a few things out about simply getting by while being mildly content. Jace seemed to be forgetting their agreement that it wouldn't mean anything. Yet this was pretty real to the brunette, whom brought his gaze down to the hand at the latter's chest. He was trembling. He was scared, not so much that this crazy guy might beat him up but that he might lose too much if something didn't go right.
"I--I just got out of the hospital a few weeks ago and... I've been staying with a friend since then, so yeah..." He exhaled through his mouth, careful of what action Jace would take next if he let down his guard. Although it was mostly true, he'd been too much of a coward to admit that "friend" was his boyfriend, Ever Moore. Frowning, Élie took another whack at lightening up the mood. "He doesn't let me smoke or anything, you know? It's brutal." A shy smile tried to emerge on his lips, but he wanted to wait to see how Jace would react before he got ahead of himself.
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 9, 2013 23:20:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] When his advances were denied - however weakly - Jace puffed a small bit of air through his nose, his eyes blinking slowly as he leaned even closer to the brunette. Gently pressing his right shoulder against Élie's right, Jace ignored the weak hand that was held against his chest in a futile attempt to ward him away. "D-don't." He murmured, allowing his fist to drop from the wall and slowly rest upon Élie's hip, like it had used to in those times of fear. "Don't push me away." Jace had a tendency to emit more force than Élie, but at the time of their relationship, the brunette had often held most of the emotional strength in the relationship. His words meant more to Jace than his actions would ever mean to Élie.
Coaxing his other arm around the man's waist, Jace embraced him, not caring if Élie would return the caring gesture. All that talk of his new boyfriend made Jace's heart drop, but he wouldn't give up so easily. Maybe if he twisted the situation around a little...
Perking his head up, Jace looked at Élie, his green eyes peering curiously at his ex-lover. There was something about the slight pout in his lips that had always drawn the orange-haired male in for another kiss... and another... and a few more... It had been his ultimate weakness, all that time ago. "Would... would you push me away if I..." Cupping his fingers around Élie's chin to keep him in place, Jace leaned forward slowly, pressing his lips softly against the pale skin that adorned Élie's face. "...did this?" He asked, opening his closed eyes after pulling away, his arms still hooked lazily around the others hips, cradling him gingerly. A sly smile touched Jace's lips as he watched for a reaction from Élie. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 10, 2013 22:26:33 GMT -5
It was hard to reject this man when Élie was so accustomed to letting him in. After everything said he couldn't understand why the latter was so persistent in causing him to cave. His green eyes were like acid tearing through him, he could feel the heat of his skin disintegrating off his bones. Only a month had passed since the sheepish brunette wandered from his shepard, but now that the ginger wanted him so badly he could imagine that a month was longer than he remembered.
A hand touched his hip, igniting a flame through the ridge in his stomach that separated him into sagital planes. One that demanded Jace persist, and another that screamed he should stop. Élie's ears began to ring when that arm went around his waist. Hands halfheartedly planted themselves either side of the latter's waist, returning his embrace and setting a distance between them all the same. The difficulty in remembering intimate secrets of one another's bodies lessened.
Half-lidded hues met his poison. As Jace continued, it helped the dark brunette decide things couldn't return to normal. Despite everything he tried, there wasn't a moment when Ever disappeared from his thoughts. The things this man did to him felt good, good enough that he couldn't help letting out a tender exhale once the kisses ceased. Élie felt feverish. Head turned away, guilty for not being able to go along with this--under the usual circumstances, he'd have no problem.
Jace was the only friend Élie had left that didn't heavily abuse drugs. It was upsetting to think that he couldn't have anything more than a sexual relationship when he'd been under the impression they were such good friends. "I was in the hospital for a bit..." He repeated, all too somber. "I almost overdosed on baby aspirin. All the shit I was on, and baby aspirin is almost what did me in..." But for the sake of repairing this, Élie forced a small smile. "I guess I'm pretty lucky, huh?"
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 11, 2013 7:08:37 GMT -5
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"What's so great about your new boyfriend?" Jace said, his voice rocky as he tried to reign in his emotions. "Was he worth leaving me without a single goodbye?" The words began to spill out before Jace could stop them, making his face flush a darker color. But he couldn't stop. He was just so fucking mad. His mind tried to wrap around more things to say, but he couldn't - his words were silenced as he glared at Élie, his green eyes hard as he demanded answers from his ex-lover. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 11, 2013 11:25:05 GMT -5
A face was made that had him wish he could sink into the wall. He didn't say those things to make matter worse, but that's what happened despite his best efforts. Élie felt helpless snagged in this man's arms. Although he knew from the start coming here was a mistake he was willing to risk if he could salvage any kind of friendship with someone he wanted so badly to love. That glare would make him shudder. He didn't get why Jace was doing this to him, the only defense he had against him was clenching shut his eyes and trying to twist his chin from the firm grasp.
What was so great? In a tone that rendered him cold, Élie felt incredibly sorry that not even one thing came to mind. It wasn't even that it had been a mutual agreement, the brunette only said 'boyfriend' because there wasn't a proper title for someone you live with and felt for and on occasion had sex with--yet under that reasoning, it would mean that Jace had been his boyfriend first. He wasn't supposed to be, but sometimes accidents came along in life. "Why should I? I didn't leave... I just, I mean--I'm here now, right?" They couldn't have sex, but they could still be friends couldn't they?
Lately all he ever felt was stupid. Things had suddenly turned on him and in his need for comfort, to runaway somewhere, that feeble attempt at pushing Jace away had become a weak hug. Reluctantly, Élie leaned into him unsure if at this point the other would even allow him. "We're still friends, right?" He murmured, wishing he hadn't because the answer scared him. "Jace...?" It was impossible to have both, but he didn't want to lose either of them by picking one. Internally, he was begging for the blonde to find a solution for this. "Please..." Make things better between them. Élie felt so lonely at the thought of being without him.
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 11, 2013 13:21:26 GMT -5
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The way Élie was acting right now was making Jace sick. He felt light-headed, gripping the wall tighter as if he might fall. He moved his hand to Élie's hip, slipping it beneath his t-shirt in his anger. He gripped the man's hip, nails digging into the flesh. He could feel something warm dribble across his palm, making him flinch. His reaction didn't last long, though. His anger swirled like an eerie serpent, constricting his internal organs. He could feel his heart begin to thump somewhat irregularly-- or was he hearing things wrong? The walls began to move and Jace blew a large lungful of carbon dioxide out of his nose in an attempt to stabilize his surroundings. Leaning forward, Jace pushed Élie away from him with his right shoulder, stubborn as always. "I don't need your fucking sympathy," He said groggily, closing his eyes. Stop it, stop it... stop fucking spinning... He gave one last squeeze of his hand before he released Élie's hip, returning his hand to the wall. He opened his eyes, focusing them weakly on the floor.
It was swimming. The floor, it was moving. Like a thousand little beetles, the floor began to move and jerk and turn. It was like a foreign dance to Jace, as his sight went in and out of focus. "No." He said simply, although his breath came out weakly. His right hand slipped and his body fell into Élie's lower torso. Struggling to get back up, Jace managed to fit Élie's hip snugly in the crook of his neck as he jerked back and forth, his eyes closed. Stop... He groaned, wondering in the back of his mind why his hand had slipped. It was wet, and warm when he had dug his nails against Élie's skin... "No," broken words dribbled from his pierced lips before everything went gray. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 11, 2013 21:41:38 GMT -5
Why did he have to say good-bye when it wasn't supposed to be the end? Élie really didn't understand what there was to be mad about, he really didn't know what to do for the former partner. He shrank beneath his enraged gaze, beginning to realize there wasn't anything he could do or say to fix this anymore. Jace hated him now, his last hope despised him. "I was in the hospital!" The male snapped, though he felt bad about it immediately it was hard to be truly sorry when this guy was jumping down his throat over the same damn thing and he had no idea the problem. He was gone for a bit, he's back now. Shouldn't he be happy?
Shouldn't he be glad they were still friends? So, maybe they couldn't fuck around anymore, did it really mean that much to Jace? Élie couldn't possibly see what the other might find attractive about him, so it had been ruled out a long time ago there was a chance the latter might fall in love with him. They agreed, after all, to not fall in love. The brunette tensed when a sweaty hand inched beneath his shirt, at first really mad the blonde would do it anyway after such a fuss but then the nails dug in. He cried out, instinctively clinging on to the male that'd pushed him away once already. Now he'd push him away again. "It--" Something was wrong, Jace was acting strange.
"It's not sympathy!" He shouted halfheartedly, trying to read the odd actions of this ex-lover. The brunette touched his cheek now, genuinely concerned only to pull back as though he'd touched something too hot. No? Élie stepped back, startled when Jace caved. Although arms tried to catch him, he was too heavy and they sank to the floor together. At least this way he hadn't hit his head on the way down. The helpless little dove looked around cluelessly as to what sort of action he should take now. "Jace?" He tapped his forehead, frowning upon doing so for thinking he'd quite like to slap the shit out of him right about now. Unsure if he could carry him, much less wanting to drag him to the couch, the brunette stayed seated with the ginger rested on his lap.
"Great..." His body still felt warm, so at least he wasn't dead. Élie sighed, glancing around the apartment yet again. What happened? There was so much more going on here than when he'd left. Contemplatively, fingers traced along the man's cheek. His palm ran the ridge of his jaw, fingers sliding to his neck where he felt a vein pumping blood into his brain. "I missed you, you know..." While Jace was like this, seemingly asleep, it was rather simple to admit that. "... how we used to just hang-out together, even if we didn't really acknowledge each other. I guess I just missed--I don't know, haunting each other." He smiled fondly, deciding he may as well place this farewell kiss on Jace's forehead while he still had the chance.
Though, in hindsight he should have done just that instead of kissing his upside-down lips anyway because once he did, brows furrowed and he couldn't help pressing harder. It was unbareable thinking this had to be over. It couldn't be. Why couldn't he keep both of them? Ever and Jace? Élie pulled back, hugging the man's head. "You want me to just leave, but I don't wanna go..." His voice broke, not truly crying but still overcome with sadness. "I love you too much..."
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JACE SPENCER
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 11, 2013 22:11:02 GMT -5
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A pressure was against Jace's lips-- not hard, but definitely not as gentle as he would've liked for the moment. He rocked his head, feeling something stiff around his neck as he did so. "Ahh..." He murmured, breathing in the scent of someone he had known so closely, once upon a time. Groggy, the blond cracked open his eyes to see dark locks shading him, tickling his face. Funny, I didn't feel them befo-- EH??? Jace jerked up on the heels of his hands, feeling something caked upon his fair skin. "É-Élie?" Jace spat, his words running together crazily as he tried to turn his head. In response, his body gave a painful jolt, reminding him that he wasn't exactly ready to move too much. Slowly, the atmosphere calmed down, Jace's green eyes peering at Élie's golden ones in surprise.
Turning his body carefully as to not cause any sudden pangs of anguish, Jace curled his fingers against the floor, noting that the tips were extremely sore. With his knees supporting him, he crawled forward a bit to bridge the gap between him and the seated male. Jace's breath hitched as he placed a bloodied palm upon Élie's knee, the other rising simultaneously to cup the side of his face. "I--" Jace didn't finished his sentence. Leaning in quickly but with enough ease to assure Élie that he was calm once more, Jace pressed his soft lips against his ex-lover's. It was gentle, but full of unexpressed emotions. Jace pressed harder, lifting his other hand to run across Élie's cheek and into his dark hair. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 12, 2013 17:42:18 GMT -5
Élie couldn't do anything to alleviate this restlessness he'd been feeling for the past few days. He had thought it was the withdraws, but after that passed he still felt somehow more of a ghost in Ever's home. Dread followed his every movement because although they lived together it was more like the drug addict had become a pet that piddled too often on the expensive rug. He felt watched, though he knew the latter didn't mean to make him feel so uncomfortable how was he supposed to admit to someone that'd done so much for him so far--and planned to keep him well, how was he supposed to admit his true perspective of the situation without sounding like he didn't appreciate anything?
All he knew was that Jace didn't make him feel the same way, this someone as fucked up as he. The young man wanted for him to stay asleep just a little longer, continuing with his stolen affection despite the movements from the waking ginger. He tugged himself off only when the other jerked up, frightening Élie into thinking he was really in for it now. Their mutual surprise brought a heart-wrenched smile to his features, a certain boyish charm emitting from it. He eased back as Jace neared. Amber hues refusing to break this painful fixation. Their moments began this way, like a kaleidoscope with only visions of déjà vu etched into the many switching views.
The hurting boy's frown whimpered. Sorrow chiseled itself into every wrinkle formed on his saddened expression hidden in the shadow of Jace's face when the chance arrived that he could rest his forehead against his ex-lover's. The opposite hand touched Jace's cheek in a similar fashion. He didn't have to finish the sentence, but Élie wished he had before when things should have made sense a long time ago. The brunette allowed him to come closer, their mutually unsaid regrets pressed in the lines of their connected lips. He held in a sob to keep Jace with him, easing his body back and pulling the man down with him until he was laid beneath him.
"Jace..." He wished he could express how sorry he was without pissing him off all over again. It was impossible, he decided. Instead, the French ghost burrowed his troubled head in the crook of this stranger's neck in hopes of the best. "Could--would you mind saying my name again? Like when I taught you. 'Ee-Lee...'"
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