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Post by Waddle on May 15, 2011 16:46:35 GMT -5
It had been too much of a beautiful day to not go out. Canada was bitter compared to Rome. Damian had spent the summer involved in.. important activities that, at the moment, he preferred to not even give a mental glance. He hadn't taken the time during the summer to look around the outskirts of Noatak, or even inside the small town for that matter. Now the cold was setting in, and he knew he was going to dread this winter. His talisman may have been a feline built for the cold but he was not used to it at all. He could only hope it would kick in eventually.
So now he lay, on his back, staring at the clouds passing overhead, just letting thoughts flow from one side of his brain to the other. Horizontally across his stomach lay his cane, and his arms were folded over it almost protectively. For once, he wasn't thinking negatively. He wasn't smoking or playing poker, or fiddling with pipes and fuses and detonators. He wasn't doing anything and strangely, it was comfortable. Normally, peaceful situations made him uncomfortable. Over the years he had shown a tendency to accidentally ruin such situations, and he had decided to purposefully ruin the moments before they even started. Here, this field, the wind blowing the grass, even a few deer grazing on the opposite side... it was all right. He felt it in his gut. It was right.
And still something felt empty. Ever since meeting Iggy, Damian had felt it. A hole that didn't need to be filled to live, but one he badly wanted filled. It had been there the whole time, probably his whole life, but no one had ever tried to fill it. He had fallen for Iggy, but the hole had never been filled. Iggy couldn't be his; he was already taken. Iggy hadn't loved Damian like Damian had loved Iggy. Iggy just couldn't say no. Damian felt bad about the whole thing, but now he understood. Iggy was his fratello, his brother. (Why did I start thinking on this? I said I wouldn't...) Damian had always known that, but he just didn't want to believe.
So here he was. Was that whole mess-up with Iggy a good thing? He was starting to see things, to actually see things. Things that previously would have made him uncomfortable, like this meadow. He could ignore being ignored, and better tolerated being singled out. He laughed more easily and more often; he sneered less and smiled more. Damn that man... He brought out the good in me. But I love him anyway.
His eyes were fluttering closed, his mind drifted. He could hear the deer munching at the grass, the grass moving, the leaves rustling. So peaceful, so quiet. Nothing was out of place, not even Damian himself.
Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?
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Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on May 15, 2011 18:24:06 GMT -5
It was amazing how in such a small town, one man could be so elusive. Skar had been looking for somewhere close to 2 hours. It never dawned on him to look for the pyromaniac bomber in a peaceful meadow, but there he was. Skar approached softly, his feet hardly making a noise. He crouched down on the balls of his feet by Sage's head and looked him over. Skar knew a lot about Damian Sage. Not just his name and place of origin. He knew of that thick, seductive accent of his. He knew of his grandmother, Fiona. He even knew how Damian got his injury. Skar had done his homework.
Skar glanced over Damian, lingering in certain areas longer than others, taking full advantage of his sleeping comrade. He was going to wake up his Hunter at his own time. He was very tempted to touch him. With someone as vulnerable as Sleeping Beauty over here, Skar's story was completely different. He wasn't afraid of touching or being touched. He wasn't afraid to screw him. He felt so brave. The story would probably be rewritten as soon as Damian woke up, but for now, Skar was going to fully enjoy his new sexual bravery. He brought his face as close to Damian's as possible. His lips were practically touching Sage's. Skar couldn't care less that he didn't know Damian personally, disregarding heartless facts. He parted his lips a little, wondering what it would feel like to kiss a boy. Skar'd only ever kissed his mother. To be more accurate, Skar had only ever been kissed by his mother, and it wasn't in the standard motherly affection. A few centimeters, maybe more, was what separated Skar from his first real kiss.
But Skar wasn't here for first kisses. He was here on business, and business never mixed with pleasure, no matter how pleasurable that pleasure may be or how much he really just wanted to indulge himself. He whispered in such a way that his lips very faintly brushed against Damian's. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." Skar smiled very slightly. "Don't make me kiss you."
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Post by Waddle on May 15, 2011 19:23:27 GMT -5
Dream and reality clashed slowly, making it all the harder for Damian to figure out which was which. But neither worlds were bad, so he was groggy and comfortable as he blinked up at the interesting young man hovering right over him. Spiky hair, eyeliner around icy blue eyes. It made goosebumps rise on Damian's arms, but not in an unpleasant way. What had he said? Something about a kiss and Sleeping Beauty? His mind was working too slowly to take it all in. He was smiling without knowing it. He mumbled a couple words in Italian without realizing it. Dreamily, groggily, he said, "Hello there. Do I know you?"
Slow blinking and steadily-increasing depth perception lead Damian to start and shout. The stranger had been much closer than he had thought at first. One hand clenched tightly around his cane as he scrambled away, exclaiming, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Coming to a stop a good three yards from the strange man, Damian checked his breathing and his whole composure and found it terribly lacking in his normal standards. He gasped in an attempt to gives more oxygen to his lungs and coughed before sneezing three times in a row, quick high-pitched noises that belonged more on a cat than a man. Damian rubbed his nose with his jacket sleeve and sniffled before rubbing his watering eyes. Curses in Italian flew from his lips like bullets from a machine gun, without the dire consequences.
"Who are you?" he demanded more weakly, finding his cool again. "And what the fuck do you want? I was napping for God's sake!" His displeasure was obvious has he glared daggers at the stranger. The one time he actually was okay with falling asleep in a strange place and this happened. Of course. Just his luck. With a frustrated huff, Damian slouched where he sat, almost pouting.
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Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on May 15, 2011 21:39:24 GMT -5
Skar was almost one hundred percent sure his sexual bravery would wear away the instant Damian woke up. He was wrong.
Being wrong had never been more enjoyable for him. He slinked towards Damian on his hands and knees, vaguely remembering he came here on business. "You're kinda... moody." Skar wasn't sure which Damian was more amusing, the one that shouted and sweared or the one that was most likely drunk off of sleeping.
"My name's Skar. I want.. well, i want you." Skar didn't know how else to put it. Damian was a valuable asset [and he's got a nice asset] to his soon to be united Hunters. Sure, he wouldn't be good with hands on fighting, but he knew a lot about technical things, bombs to be precise. It wasn't just his brain that'd be useful, it'd be his smoking hot body Damian was probably the most likable Hunter they had. Skar was charming and persuasive, but people sooner or later noticed he wasn't what he pretended to be. Damian.. well, Damian was likable.
Skar sidled right up to him, practically sat on his lap. Damian looked very attractive when he pouted. Skar was having a very hard time focusing on what he was suppose to say. He wasn't the bold, brash, persuasive guy he normally was. He was a love-struck Guinea pig, completely dopey and unattractive. Skar didn't love Damian though, so the "Duh" attitude was a complete mystery to him. It took Skar a minute of mental self-cursing to find his words. Skar knew what it was like to be alone. Skar knew what it was like to feel empty. He saw these scattered Hunters and he was saddened by it. They should be together, strong, drawing from each others company. Skar let down his normal rouse for a second, and looked at Dami with unguarded eyes. "Ever feel.. so empty and so alone it hurt?"
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Post by Waddle on May 16, 2011 22:50:08 GMT -5
'Moody', he called it? He must have thought it was normal to wake up with someone in your face. A stranger in your face. While you were napping. That wasn't normal, especially for Damian, who normally never let down his guard in strange places, places that made him uncomfortable and uneasy. The peaceful places were the most dangerous because they were exactly that - peaceful. Fake. Danger hid behind peace. Without danger, there was no peace - without peace, there was no danger. It didn't hurt to always be watchful and ready. He had let his guard slip this once. It was a mistake he would not make again. He rather have no dreams than sweet dreams if it meant letting down his guard.
Everybody was always looking for something. Damian tried to figure out what this punk could want. Damian had never seen him before, which was odd. He normally noticed people, even if they didn't want to be seen. 'I want you' caused Damian's mind to go completely blank. What is he talking about? Want me for what? He found himself about to agree... agree to anything this punk said. Readily. Willingly. Just like with Iggy... Damn, I'm such a fool. Reining himself in like one would a wild horse, Damian took slow calculation of the man's next words. He watched the hard stone fade from the stranger's eyes and found his guard going up even more. Suspicion flared, muscles tensed, and his mind mulled over the words. Once, twice, three times they repeated in his head as he stared into those blue eyes that were far too close for comfort. Heat filled his body and colored his cheeks, and suddenly he wanted very far away from the man.
"Yes," he said slowly. Then his tongue moved before he could stop it. "A lot, actually. A lot a lot. And I don't like it." He leaned closer to the stranger, gripping his mental reins tight. His words were quiet, his tone level. His eyes searched for the truth that was actually in front of him. He just didn't believe it was the truth. "A better question is, why do you care? Who are you? What do you want? And why the hell was it so important that you couldn't wait until I wasn't napping?"
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