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Post by VINCENT STRIDER on Dec 19, 2011 0:37:17 GMT -5
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[style=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]A scream rang out in the inky blackness. A man, and another man. It was the final scene of the movie, the balcony scene. The exception? No one was acting, and it wasn’t at all like the romantic scene near the balcony in Romeo and Juliet. The screams continued. Vincent sighed, pressing a hand to cover his ear with one hand.
”I would let him go, love.”
A voice echoed through night, loud and shrill enough to stand out above the screams of the cars weaving about below. It was crisp, and refreshing, with the slightest tinge of an accent, Caribbean in origin. At least, that was how he liked to think of his voice. The screaming stopped as a balding citizen in his early thirties and a suspiciously well moustached well man looked up at the owner of the voice. Vincent Strider, information dealer and bassist extraordinaire, slid down from his perch on a ledge on the side of the building to the very balcony on which the dangling of said citizen was taking place. Amused, a heavily accented voice replied,
”Yes, that’s exactly what I was planning on doing.”
The green haired male bit down on his lip, clearly annoyed. He was supposed to be the one making snarky comments, not some estranged British male in a cheap tuxedo half the price of his custom-made sweater.”Sweetheart, while I have to admit the ‘stache is a nice touch, there is oh so much evidence against you if you drop the man. Not to mention he’s dead and you don’ get your answers. Now, for a nice, small fee of, oh, say, 10.000 smacks, I’ll tell you all you need to know. Maybe more.”
Smirking, Moustache opened his clenched fists and Baldy’s screams started up again, quickly cut short as he reached the ground level. The bespectacled greenette swallowed nervously as Moustache stepped towards him, closer and closer. “Now that the problem is gone, I just need to get rid of the evidence, love.”
”No, I don’t think you want to do this,” Vincent uttered through clenched teeth, taking a step back and gripping the railing forcefully. ”In fact, have you ever seen the movie Spiderman?” A Ditto cried softly, and in our hero’s hands appeared a grappling gun and his getaway plan.
”Now, wherever did you get such a pretty toy like that?” crooned Moustache, whipping out a gun and cocking it in the direction of a certain Strider.
”I’m a man of mystery, love, and a good magician never tells his secrets.” And with those few words, Vincent pulled the trigger and began his ascent into the night sky. One ”Damn you, Strider!” and three dodged bullets later, a green-haired male crouched on the edge of the tallest, most expensive, 5 star hotel in all of Castelia City.
Shit. It was a long way down.[/style]
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Post by HAMMOND DONOVAN on Dec 27, 2011 5:50:10 GMT -5
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It was impossible to say that Hammy suffered from a lack of confidence; he had that in droves when it came to his baking. The one thing he had that no one else did, and everything was small and insignificant. No, it wasn't confidence that plagued and avoided him at the same time... It was more like a lack of worth... No.. even that wasn't quite the right term. Very slightly, so slightly one might have believed it imagined, Hammy's expression filled with a kind of lost hopefulness as his bluey eyes darted briefly to the sky above. What did he have that would make him special? That would make someone like him the way they all liked his siblings?
Lost... that was as good a word as any for the way the young man felt when he stood beside both his taller and much more amazing brothers that were more than he could ever be.
The wind on the balcony caught his short hair, ruffling the usually neat and tidy strange to fall in unusually solemn eyes that continued to search the tiny stars above for answers. If he concentrated hard, some stars seemed to snap into focus and burn a little brither than the ones beside them before they faded back to the gentle sparkle that had people so transfixed.
Wish upon a star...
Hammy had been doing so for years, never quite able to shake off the desire to be like his older brothers... yes, even the obnoxious one. Just as he was thinking about the stars and how much he wanted them to help - some how drowning out all the other sounds of the night - that was when Vin dropped in. Perhaps it was pure chance, but either way, Hammy's star filled eyes - still filled with desperate longing - found a different type of star.
He tried never to forget a person, no matter how brief their meeting. But Vin had stuck in his mind. The lost tone in his voice, the helplessness... For once, Hammy wasn't the one that desperately needed a hand to show him what to do. For once, he wasn't the one desperately searching for someone to show him what to do. This time, it was little Hammy who had a hand to offer to someone else.
Moving closer, Hammy's gentle features formed their customary soft smile - never mocking, never judging, never hoping - as he scooted along the railing to lean beside Vin and reached out one slim hand to touch the other's arm.
"When did you... Did you come up here to think too, Vin?" Trust Hammy to be no more surprised by a man dropping onto his balcony than he was by anything else. The questioned was framed carefully, while his eyes turned back up to the sky so as not to settle them on Vin.
"I always get lost in the stars... They burn so bright, people can't help but watch them... Watch them and want to touch them. They notice them, they're special. Like.. some people. Like you..." And there it was again, the desperate longing back in his voice as he kept his eyes carefully turned away from the Aero Dynamics star beside him - blissfully ignorant of everything else.
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Post by VINCENT STRIDER on Dec 27, 2011 22:28:19 GMT -5
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[style=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]High … he was so high above it all. He didn’t know why, but Vincent had always preferred heights. He liked being so close to the sky, close enough to touch the clouds. A smirk disregarded the idea as wishful thinking, but it was wishful thinking that had gotten him this far, wasn’t it? Satisfied with a job well done, the youngest Strider took a step back, grinning at the poor, baffled rangers who lay below. They owed a lot to him for this one, the capture of a famous art thief wasn’t a favor he handed out to anyone, even if he had done it in total secrecey. With a happy sigh, the greenette leaned back, gazing up at the night sky. He loved the stars; that was another of his reasons for going against the patent Strider hate for heights. It was a love that he would never admit to anyone, but hey, it was one of the few things that stayed constant about the young man.
And then he felt something; a soft touch to his arm.
Automatically, Vincent tensed, one hand darting to the aide of his gun. Slowly, he turned his head, only to find his attacker to be …
”Hammond. Fancy seeing you here, love,” crooned the older boy. Relaxing his hold on his gun and moving his hand to adjust his glasses, he continued, ”Think. That’s, ehm, one way of putting it, love. You could say that, I mean, it’s been a convenient way to … get away from it all,” Vincent finished, casting a cautious glance to the concrete.
As he listened to bluenette chattering away, Vin turned his gaze to Hammy, glancing over him curiously. With a deep breath, he took in the scene, a small, slender blue haired boy, blue eyes brimming with innocence no matter how much Hammy would continue to deny it, and … something else. It seemed to Vin he had a longing for something else. Something more. He had seen it in their previous meetings too, but could never quite place it. Hammy was hard to read, for some reason or another. Like Colton had been.
Ahh, Colton. So many fond memories flushed straight to his head at nothing but the thought of his name. He was perfect, like an angel, in every way possible. Vin’s expression softened, smirk widening into a genuine smile. His never ending patience, his endless kindness, his love for life in general, Vincent had never deserved any part of him, that had been clear from the start. And now … where did that leave them? The young man’s smile sank slowly back into a frown, longing filling his eyes. Longing … like the young man standing happily next to him … where did that leave them? So many questions, so few answers. His yellowish - green, catlike eyes darted back to Hammy as he finished pouring his heart out, examining him head to toe and back. Finally, he was getting something. Two things in particular stood out to him as if they were outlined and filled in with a blaring shade of red; the pausing and irregularity in the boy’s speech patterns and the way he was avoiding any and all eye contact. The little Donovan was … was he nervous? No, why would he be nervous around Vincent? The Strider boy may have looked and acted like it, but he wasn’t one to judge people for, well, anything. With all that he had done, he was in no position to, really. He wanted to reach out, to touch the younger boy, to tell him it was ok. For some reason, Vin felt … protective of Hammy, like a caring older brother or … something. He was so unconditionally kind it was practically unbearable.
And then there were the words Hammy kept using to describe him. That word. Special. Vincent cringed at the words. He knew quite well himself he was special, but not … not in a good way. If there was anything he wanted to tell him, it was to stay away, far, far away, safe from where Vin could hurt him. A little smile tugged at the corners of the bespectacled greenette’s mouth. He had met Hammond only once before and he already knew he wouldn’t listen to anything of the sort. ”I …” Vincent paused. For what seemed like the first time in his life, he was at a loss for words. ”I … I hate to disappoint, love, but I’m not … not special. Not in the way you think I am.” The green haired boy shook his head firmly, confirming this. ”But you, Hammond. You’re different; the special one. I meet many a person a day, and of hundreds and hundreds of people, you’re one of the few who has wanted to see my face ever again, love.” A smirk spread across Vincent’s face. ”You’re so damn nice … almost as nice as … as he was. Maybe … probably more” Green orbs brimming with tears and misery shot down from the sky to the pavement. ”And I … I want …” The Aero Dynamics star shook his head, letting his arm slide from Hammy’s gentle grasp. ”Hammond, you should … shouldn’t be around me, love. I … I told him the same thing. Just wanted the best for him, and now … now you, I guess, but he didn’t listen, wouldn’t listen, and look at where Colton and I are now.” Pressing a hand to his head, a chuckle managed to escape the Strider boy’s throat. ”Please … listen to me, Hammy”.[/style]
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derp i hope i'm not going too fast, 900+ words
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Post by HAMMOND DONOVAN on Dec 28, 2011 0:02:53 GMT -5
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TAGS: Vinnnn
COUNT: idk
NOTES: idek weird? xD
coded by JIN of BtN[/style][/style][STYLE=width:250px; height:400px;overflow:auto; background-color;ffffff;border-left: 10px solid #000000; color: black; padding:30px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; float:right; background-color:ffffff]The moment Vin spoke, Hammy's features brightened, dark blue eyes brigtening for a moment before he looked away again.
"Hammy. People call me Hammy." He hadn't been sure that Vin would remember him at all. Even if he hadn't recognised the star at first, Hammy was a no one. Vin probably met loads of people, he probably met beautiful women and men that stood out far more than he ever could. The only thing that stood out about Hammy was the fact that he usually had the slightest dusting of flour in his hair - even now. His words still managed to startle a laugh out of the younger boy, his expression briefly lighting up as he grinned.
"You're the one who climbed up onto the balcony. I was already here." He reminded gently, the sparkle in his eyes remaining after the grin had faded back into the shy smile.
"From it all? Are you alright, Vin?" Worry replaced the mirth in his tone, and Hammy's eyes darted again to the green haired young man, searching him for injury.
If someone had said to the sixteen-year-old boy that he was hard to read, it was likely he would have turned his guile-less eyes on them, wide and unassuming before smiling and shaking his head very gently. There was nothing that Hammy had that he thought he was hiding, but in that, perhaps it was the openness that he showed people was what in turn made him difficult. Thankfully - for thinking such things would have quickly giving the little Donovan a headache - and instead his gaze returned back to the stars above him.
Standing next to Vin, Hammy's skin prickled with an awareness he wasn't ever used to. It made his heart jump up to his throat and pound deep in his chest at the same time, and it made his words come quickly and yet unevenly. He couldn't think of anything to say at the same time as a million things bubbled at the forefront of his mind and hurried to fall out of his mouth. None of them intelligent. Like as he sneaked a glance out the corner of his eye, he suddenly found the precise recipe for several french pastries at the forefront of his mind, tumbling around and replacing proper words.
"I think you are." Turning from the railing to face him, Hammy's eyes still darted away, trying to avoid the older boys gaze. He didn't dare look up, didn't dare look at Vin.
"Me?" The word squeaked out of him, and unknowingly, Hammy's gaze snapped up to meet Vin's. That same longing as when he'd looked at the stars blazed in his eyes again. Special. Vin had called him special. He who had nothing to offer, nothing to give. He was special.
A long moment of silence passed while Hammy listened, his now empty hand clutching at the air. He listened. His head tilted to catch every word every inflection of the words. Hammy listened to every word Vin said, he just didn't heed them. He stepped closer again, the shy smile twitching his lips as he reached for Vin's shoulder, just a light touch.
"I'm big enough to make my own decisions, Vin. I don't want to stay away..." A shift, his eyes dropped along with his hand. "You're like the stars. You burn so bright, I can't help but want to touch."
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Post by VINCENT STRIDER on Dec 28, 2011 21:59:21 GMT -5
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[style=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]There was one thing Vin kept noticing about Hammy, and that was everything he said, everything he did, hell, everything about seemed to make the younger boy happy. The only question that remained was why? Since when had his silly little opinions mattered to anyone? Well, there were his fangirls, but they didn’t really count. And sometimes, his customers wanted to know his opinion on a person, place, or thing, but never actual people. Even Colton had shaken it off sometimes, maybe because the green haired young man had a tendency to look on the negative side of things. But Hammy … his features seemed to light up, almost. A smile tugged at the corners of Vincent’s mouth. It was sweet, and a good feeling, being valued by someone. And when he laughed, well, Vin had made a lot of people laugh in his short life, but Hammy’s laugh was light and fluffy, almost musical. Like Colton’s. His had always made Vincent smile, just like everything else about him. And he was gone. Hammy was nice. Hammy was sweet. Hammy was Hammy.
He wasn’t Colton.
But nobody would be Colton. And Hammy was … he was Hammy. And that was good enough. Not enough. It was good. Great. Fabulous. And Vin was ok with that. Great with that. Why was he thinking about that? What he was thinking about? Hammond – Hammy, well, it had been a day since the two had met. One day. It had taken him years to fall in love – no, to realize his love for Colton. Years. And now he was – no. He was not in love. Out of love, and out of business. For good. That was another token trait of the Striders, the way they were all stubborn as stubborn could be. And nothing could change that. He hoped.
Biting down on his lip, Vincent forced his mouth into the smirk he always wore. ”And with that, you are correct, pet. I’m fine, love, there’s really no need to worry about me.” His smirk grew into what was almost a smile. The boy was worried about him. Adorable. And he got an anxious glance in his direction. That was another thing, this trait unique to Hammond – Hammy, damn it – he apparently wasn’t a big fan of eye contact. It didn’t bother the young male, not exactly, but it was … new to him. Unfamiliar. He practically had to look at someone, to examine them, to find out what they were thinking and what their true intentions were. Hammy’s were so simple, so pure, he was almost a challenge.
There was a short pause before either boy spoke. It felt long, and normally that would have been something awkward and quite new to the Strider boy, but it was a comforting silence, one that let him know that the sweet little Donovan had as much trouble coming up with something to say as he did. But the thing that shocked Vincent the most was his astonishment; his absolute amazement, at being special. It was a seven letter word that would only score you major points in Scrabble if placed on a bonus space or two, but it seemed to change the blue haired baker’s entire persona, startling him out of his own little world. And he finally got it, his eye contact. The eyes were Vincent’s favorite body part. Some said they were the doorways to the soul. That, he believed wholeheartedly. In Hammy’s eyes, he could see an almost desperate longing to be different, a longing for a place in the world. It was a concept the Aero Dynamics star couldn’t have grasped if he had reached out his hand and searched for it. He had always had his place; and that was at the head of the pack, he was better than the rest. But Hammy seemed like the type of person to touch the hearts of others, or something sentimental such as that, a trait that Vincent lacked in whole that was, yes, clearly special. Pursuing his lip, Vincent posed his thoughts into a question, asking ”Yes, love. Special. Why so surprised?”
And then they came, the words he had been hoping not to hear. A shiver raced down the greenette’s spine at the other young man’s gentle touch. He didn’t want to stay away? Well, Vincent would show him, would show all of them, would drive them away. Far, far away, once he hurt them, once their blood stained his hands, he couldn’t again, and –
The nervous hand slipped away from his shoulder, snapping Vin out of his rage. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his muscles, closing his eyes in an attempt to prepare the jumbled thoughts and words racing through his brain into sentences. ”Love … I … I guess I can’t stop you then, can I?” A chuckle escaped his mouth as his shook his head in disbelief. A faint blush spread across his face at Hammy’s compliment, faint enough that it was nearly nonexistent, still, he hoped the dark of the night would cover the young man’s pale face. Bright as the stars? Him? That was someone else. Colton, yes, Vincent, no, oh hell no. ”Who, me?” A chuckle escaped the green haired young man’s mouth, and taking on a joking tone, he continued. ”Think you’ve got the wrong person, love, I …” Sneaking a glance at the blushing bluenette, Vincent bit his lip, reaching out a hand and wrapping it around Hammy’s. The boy was serious. ”This good enough, love?” he proposed, softening his tone slightly. ”Do your worst, I’m all yours.” The second he let the words slip off his tongue, his teeth clamped down on his pale pink lips, in realization that the allowance could have been a mistake. What the fuck, he didn’t care anymore. And … maybe it would make up, at least a little, for the way he didn’t take the blue haired Donovan as seriously as he probably should have. With a deep breath, he gave Hammy’s hand a little squeeze, hoping he wasn’t mad, or worse, hurt.[/style]
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Post by HAMMOND DONOVAN on Dec 29, 2011 7:42:50 GMT -5
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NOTES: how the hell do you out-word-count me woman XD
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He'd even stopped looking at Vin for guidance, worried that he was doing or saying the wrong things. His eyes had gone back to the stars, the sparkle of them filling his vision as the wondering smile crept back up onto his face.
"I worry about everyone.." He murmured softly, not pulling his eyes back from the heaven's. If he did, then he'd look at Vin and that prickling nervousness would return. If he just kept looking up, maybe he would find himself and his worries sucked into the inky blackness that was the sky, and he could let his worries float amoung the stars for a while.
"Because I like people. Well... Not really.. I like some people.. and I worry about them. They're different. Way different. But..." Here his voice dropped deeper, a confused rumble somehow making it's way into his tone while his eyes barely blinked.
"I feel different around you, to them..." Why that was, Hammy didn't dare even think about thinking about. He didn't let his mind shy towards that thought even a little bit, not even in the slightest side step that might suggest him having an inkling of an idea of a thought on what it could possibly, might be. He couldn't. Not yet.
The question was hardly unexpected, but Hammy felt his shoulder's slump. When he explained, Vincent would probably nod. Agree with him. Yes, there's nothing special about you at all, Hammy. He'd say it calmly, with the small smile he wore sometimes.. The longing didn't dim in his eyes, only battled with resignation.
"I'm not special... Or at least.. no one really thinks so." He admitted finally, not daring to lift his gaze from an interesting speck of flour on his shoes.
"See.. Hayden's the funny one... and... And Hal's smart, and Harm's pretty and Harry's a hero.." HIs voice caught slightly, shame and desire warring with each other as he continued, glaring down at the pavement.
"I'm not. I'm quiet, but I'm not clever. I'm nice, but I'm not funny. I'm kind, but I'm not sweet and pretty and I'm really, really nothing as exciting as a hero. I'm just a baker. I'm not really anything to other people... That's why I'm not special." But he wanted to be. He wanted a place to stand so, so much it hurt somewhere deep inside his chest.
It was normal for people to push compliments away, natural even. But even so, Hammy's cheeks paled slightly as he looked away, one hand clutching the railing. He shouldn't have said anything. Nothing so stupid. Of course Vincent already knew he was special, Hammy wasn't really anybody, just a small person in a big world. He didn't have the right to say those... those.. things.. He couldn't help but jump as a hand curled around his, his eyes widening and darting up to look at Vin. Good... enough?
"Y-yes..." The word was breathed before Hammy had a chance to think about it, and his cheeks suddenly flushed pink in embarrassment. Yes it wasn't bad, his pulse bounced erratically, and he couldn't think of anything to say.
All yours
Once again, Hammy's eyes widened, opening his mouth to say something. Anything. Something. A sound! Come on, Hammy, a sound! He begged his vocal chords, barely managing a soft squeak. Vin's hand squeezed around his, and Hammy blushed brighter, his fingers curling just slightly. Enough that Vincent's hand would no longer be touching his, but so that Hammy was almost holding his hand in return.
"I... can't... keep you... s'not fair... I'm not.. I mean... I'm not special.. I don't deserve.. I mean.. um.. you can't keep stars.. they would fade. You can only look, and sometimes t-touch.. wh-what do you mean by mine Vin? I don't understand. I wouldn't ... I mean.. you said worst.. and I wouldn't.. hurt you, I mean... I couldn't.. you're.. um... special... I couldn't... I want to.. I ... wh-what do you mean, mine?" Unable to pin his thoughts down to a single thought, Hammy's mouth moved at the same pace as his brain, words tripping over themselves in their haste to be heard before he abruptly shut himself up by biting down on his lip and clenching his jaw.
Even then, his hand tightened very slightly in Vin's, returning the squeeze.
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Post by VINCENT STRIDER on Dec 31, 2011 1:41:14 GMT -5
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[style=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]Vincent’s catlike amber eyes twinkled as he gazed out at the city, mellow in mood and stature. In contrast the boy next to him, he was not simple. He had never been and would be. Everything he said, everything he did; it all had a purpose. Every single word that had ever slipped off the tip of his tongue had a unique purpose for existence in his world. He had been born knowing that one day he would be big, he would be a star. The best and the brightest. He would stay on top.
It took a lot to stay on top.
Hammy’s gentle whisper drew him up and out of his thoughts, and he glanced over to the younger boy, eyes still twinkling with the reflections of thousands of stars, each and every one duller than he. A soft smile began to creep across the elder boy’s face as the younger spoke. ”Different, pet? Yes,I will admit that, but you? Feel different around me?” An amused look snaked its way onto Vincent’s face, his eyes darting to peek into Hammy’s, wondering what hidden intentions lay beneath his soft demeanor. ”I guess I, well, I certiantly act diffrentley around you, love.” His smirk grew, excitement about this newfound feeling growing. ”Whatever do you mean by different, love?”
Vincent’s eyes widened then, glistening with curiosity at the nervousness apparent in Hammy’s voice. What was there to be so anxious about? But the blue haired boy kept repeating the words over and over and over again.
Not. Special.
Every time he uttered one of them, the young greenette couldn’t help but wince. That was the one thing even his fucked up family had always told him, everyone was unique. Special. Had their own damn place in the world, no matter how high or low it was. And sure, they had always had to fight for that place, that top spot. But even after losing a battle, after losing Colton, Vincent still clung to his ‘special’ traits, the ones that made him unique. Important. Kept his spot in the world. And he … Hammy, he was special. He was a good kid, a happy one. He seemed to be the type to just kind of go with the flow, but he was … different, somehow. Quite enough to hear what the older boy had to say, to take every little opinion into consideration. Nice enough to approach a sulking drunk such as himself and ask what the matter was. Kind enough to offer that Arceus damned drunk a cookie. And not a hero? He was a hero in the sense that if he hadn’t been the one to stumble along that night, Vincent would have probably ended up drinking himself to death in a bar, waking up with a hangover, and, well, ending it all. That was a hero enough in his eyes.
Colton is a hero. Colton is all of those things. Colton is perfect. Colton is special.
Forcing his eyes shut, Vincent forced all thoughts of the other bluenette out of his brain, drawing an almost pained breath in reply. ”I think you’re special, love, am I no one?” he began, voice slowly getting louder and more hysterical as he continued his speech.
”So what if you’re not clever, funny, sweet, pretty, or a hero? Love, there are over 100,000 adjectives in the English language. Don’t go using five to describe what you’re not. I could come up with hundreds of words, hundreds of ways you are special in a way no one else is. You’re quiet, but you’re also a good listener. You’re shy when you’re nervous, love, but outgoing enough to be able to approach people and prove that you’re special. You’re nice and kind by the truckload, pet. You’re sweet, caring, optimistic, and, well, you’re good. Perfect, almost.” No. Perfect was – is Colton. ”You’re cute, the way you get so flustered over little things, you care about everyone’s feelings, you’re, well, you’re you, love. Not just any baker. You’re Hammond Donovan the baker, the baker who makes people happy. You’re you. This is your place in the world. Your purpose. To make people smile, the way I can’t, Hammy.” Sneaking a glance into the other young man’s eyes, Vincent lowered his tone and placed a hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to be comforting. ”And that’s why you’re special, love, why you’re important. Yes?”
That silence again. Vincent wondered what he did to bring it on this time, but the young man standing next to him was growing pinker by the second. Frankly, he thought it was adorable, how his silly little words made Hammy blush so. Had he chosen the right words? The last thing he wanted to do his hurt the blushing bluenette. He was … too sweet, too innocent. And usually, Vincent would have stayed away, far, far, away, but this was not coincidence nor was it chance. As the young baker struggled to find words, Vincent slipped his fingers through Hammy’s trembling, gently curled ones, tilting his head to look at the other boy as he stumbled over his words. As he inhaled slowly, considering his reply, the green – haired catlike boy couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape his mouth.
”Keep me, pet? Whatever would you be keeping me from?” Vincent’s permanent smirk continued to grow as he went on. ”You are special, I swear it. And I know everything, love. And if there’s anyone … anyone who’s not deserving, it’s … me. That person is me. I … am not deserving of anyone, anything. Especially not Colton. Especially not you, Hammond. Hammy. I … you … you need to stop taking me so literally, pet, I mean you can do whatever you’d like with me. Touch what you call a star in whatever way you please.” Little specks of flour floated to the floor as Vincent reached out a hand to gentley ruffle a head full of blue hair. ”What do I mean, yours, you ask?” Another little chuckle escaped pale pink lips as Vincent boldly moved closer to the nervous Donovan boy.
”I don’t know, love. It seems like I don’t know much about anything, anymore. What do you think it means, to be yours?”
Like a heart that refused to stop beating, Vincent’s hand tightened around the younger boy’s, relaxing slightly as if in rhythm.[/style]
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Post by HAMMOND DONOVAN on Jan 1, 2012 2:05:24 GMT -5
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TAGS: Vinnnn
COUNT: idk
NOTES: pucker up princess? xD
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"Um... Y-yes.. different." He mumbled eventually, unable to talk above the low tone he was currently using. How did you explain something you didn't understand yourself? Or rather something you knew to be wrong? He couldn't explain. Vin would agree with everyone else -- not that Hammy had ever asked anyone else.
His eyes fixed again on the stars, drawing the confidence from them as he thought about how to phrase it. Or maybe he shouldn't think? Maybe it would be easier to talk then, but he really, really didn't think it would be. The fact was, Hammy was ashamed of his own thoughts, and he wanted nothing more than to shrink back from the question, but he knew he couldn't.
"Wh-when I'm around you.." Because that had happened so often, "I just... I just... um.. my heart beats faster and, and my skin tingles.. and I can't th-think properly and.. and.. I want to be near you all the time, and I don't understand why but I th-think you're..." Shame choked him, and Hammy's dark pink cheeks flared a darker red as he hung his head slightly. It was wrong. It was so wrong to think those things and he couldn't help it. Just thinking of the mockery, of the disgust he could already imagine in his family's eyes...
Instead of continuing, he fell silent. Blue eyes locked on the pavement before him, barely aware of the look Vincent was giving him. He wasn't special. But he wanted to be with a passion that scared him sometimes.
"No! You're not no one!" Hurrying to reassure the older boy, Hammy's eyes darted up from the pavement. He hadn't meant to mean it that way! And now Vin was probably upset at him! Hurriedly, he shook his head again, trying to drive the point home that it wasn't it at all. Sure his family told him he was special, it was just that Hammy... Hammy couldn't see it.
Every word after that only served to make Hammy's eyes widen and the blush in his cheeks darken. Vincent really thought he was special. Really. Honestly special. Like a deer in headlights, Hammy's eyes were fixed on Vin's. Silently begging him to say he wasn't kidding when he meant all those nice things, that he wasn't going to snort with laughter and send his happiness crashing beyond the balcony and to the pavement stories below. He wanted to believe all those things, desperately, so desperately wanted to feel treasured and special. Just like Vin was telling him he was. It was only when Vin said so that it even began to make sense. It was true, his sweets made people smile, and made them laugh. They made people happy and even if Hammy couldn't do that on his own, that was enough. He made people smile using sugar and spice and everything else that went into everything he made.
A hand rested on his shoulder and Hammy's eyes darted to Vin's again as he spoke, still completely speechless. Special. His mind caught and held, before his brows drew in a frown.
"You deserve everything..." He managed, still barely above a whisper of a tone, staring at Vin with confusion and shame mingled with a blazing happiness. Vin moved closer, and Hammy fought the urge to scramble back from him, fought the urge to claim he shouldn't be anywhere near Vin. His heart almost seemed painful in his chest, beating so rapidly that Hammy was sure Vin could hear it-- or at least feel it from where his hands grasped Vin's. Touch a star. Hesitantly, as though fearing it was all a dream, his free hand reached out to touch Vin's shoulder in return before dropping away.
The next action happened without concious thought. Hammy's mind scrambled to all corners seeking an answer to the question Vin posed him. What did it all mean? He didn't know the answer to it, he didn't know what to do. That confusion served one purpose, to shut his brain down for a full moment. In that moment he stepped hesitantly closer, blue eyes filled with worry and confusion before he leaned to press his lips, ever so softly against Vin's.
Then his mind woke up.
Scrambling back a step, Hammy forgot completely he still clung to Vin's hand as he backed up towards the wall, dark red and getting darker.
"I'm sorry! I didnt... I'm sorry! I wasn't.. thinking! I was.. Um.. I'm sorry Vin.. I'm sorry.. please don't hate me.." The shame was back, choking his words as he looked down at his shoes, shifting restlessly from one foot to the other.
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Post by VINCENT STRIDER on Jan 1, 2012 17:36:56 GMT -5
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[style=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]Vincent’s permanent grin nearly faded as he saw the nearly pained confused look on Hammy’s face. It was like he couldn’t make up his mind about something. What was it? He wanted to know, no, he needed to know. He needed to know everything. Everything. It was almost like a hunger; a thirst that had driven the young green – haired male to become the person that he was. Everything.
Knowledge was power, after all.
Hearing the reluctance in Hammy’s soft voice, Vincent felt his expression soften into something almost apathetic, something nearly human. ”Nervous, love?” he chuckled, attempting to relax the mood of the conversation. They stood there for a moment or two before the nervous bluenette finally began to cough out his words, Vincent enjoying the silence and Hammy clinging to it. But what it was the other young man was describing, well, it was love, wasn’t it?
Love.
He had been in love just a number of days before. Hell, he was still in love. The way Hammy felt about him was the way he felt about one person, Colton, damn it. Damn him, damn Colton to hell and back. Hammy he felt … well, it was different. Only Colton made him that nervous, that conscious about himself. Colton made his heart pound and his words falter and his stomach explode with Butterfrees. With Hammy, he felt more … protective? Green eyes brimming with frustration, Vincent bit down on his lip, trying to come up with words. Protective, yes. The boy was so young, so innocent, and the way he was just coming straight out and saying this, well, it could only be described as adorable. Hammy made Vin happy. He was a good companion to have around, a good guy to talk to. Like a taller version of his dearest Alana without the constant fire in his eyes or the ridiculous cleavage. He didn’t get things, though. Stay away meant stay away. He couldn’t see the bad in Vincent if he had tried, even after the then annoyed green haired young man had come out and pretty much told him that he was addicted to alcohol and sex. Colton hadn’t listened either. But the way he felt about him … about Hammy … was different. One question remained burning through the young man’s mind.
Which one was love?
The fact that he wasn’t even sure what love was scared Vincent a little bit. Sure, half the time his feelings were far from human, but everyone, even the rebels could grasp the concept of love. And if Elijah had it in him, surely, the Strider boy could find this “love” buried in the depths of his heart. Could he? Love … it was merely a word, four measley letters. But the meaning, well, that completely escaped the green haired young man. The sad truth was the only type of love he had known up until now was, well, sex, to put it simply. Intercourse. And that didn’t really count, did it?
Hah. And he said he knew everything.
”I …”, he started, dreading the words that were to follow. They were unpredictable, as was the shape they would take. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Vincent was at a loss for words. ”Love … It’s … I don’t …. I just don’t … don’t know,” he breathed softly. ”I’m … I’m flattered that you feel that way, Hammy, really, I am. And I … I want to say I feel the same way, but I … only Colton made me feel like that, and I don’t think that’s going to change, love …” Trailing off, the young man shook the mop of green hair atop his head, letting out a slow, despair filled laugh. ”But with you, Hammond, with you, I want to be near you, to touch you, to feel your warmth. I want to see your little smile, to hear your laugh. I want to make you happy, which is saying something, I … I want to protect you, to always be there …” Giving his head another little shake, he stared the concrete down, searching for answers. ”It’s … still too early, I’m still clinging onto whatever little shreds of Colton I have left … but … I … you make it better, and while I don’t know what it means, to love, I think I could learn … but you … you deserve more than me, love. Deserve better. Please. Forget me, and go … go find someone who can always love you, someone less … less … who will cause you less pain in the end. I can’t … you’ll hurt … and I couldn’t bear that, pet, I don’t want you to hurt, especially not by me. Not by my hand.”
There. That was good enough, wasn’t it? Did it give some sort of an answer? A response? The bespectacled boy drew his eyes up from the ground to gaze once more over the beautiful human being who stood next to him. He was blushing, all right, that much had been apparent for quite a while. He seemed embarrassed, which was perfectly understandable, but … ashamed? Why? What had he, Vincent, said this time? And why was the younger boy so insistent on not being special? So, so many questions … they needed answers. All of them. And then he could go, and no one would get hurt. Right? Wasn’t that the way it worked? With a final breath, he began, ”Hammond Donovan. If I’m not no one, love, and I say you’re special, that’s someone, isn’t it?” But curiosity continued to get the best of Vin, and so, against his mental pleads to stop and leave and never look back. ”If there’s something about you that you’re scared to show me … to show anyone … promise me that you’ll swallow down that fear and be yourself? My ego is going to great lengths to give you advice this boring, this corny, but if you’re afraid of someone thinking something about you, if they judge you for something that makes you as special as you are, then they don’t deserve to know you,” he broke off, reaching a shaking hand to the back of the other boy’s head to caress the flour-stained tips of his bright blue hair.
”I don’t. I … I’ve done bad, bad things, but you, Hammy … deserve the best … deserve the world. So special. So, so special.”
There. Those would be his final words and he would leave. But he wanted to touch his own star, though it was only a baby star, with the help from the supernova, it would grow and they would burn together in the skies. Taking a step closer, Vincent refused to fight his urges any longer, leaning up to plant one small kiss between blue bangs, on the other boy’s forehead. And now, he would take his leave.
But the other actor went off script, and Hammy stepped forward. Their lips brushed only briefly before there was a shriek and someone scrambled back and a flurry of “sorrys”.
That was when he knew he couldn’t leave, not now, not ever. Vincent gave a tiny squeak as he was tugged in the other direction. Of course, they were still holding hands. He pulled the rest of his nimble body to face Hammy, to back him against the wall. There was nothing he could do now, nothing he could control. ”Don’t apologize,” he breathed softly, pausing to press a long, soft kiss to Hammy’s lips. ”love.” Slowly, he drew back, so the two were face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye, cheek to cheek. Be gentle reminded a voice in the back of Vincent’s brain. He gave what seemed like a nod in return, gazing into the crystal blue eyes of the young man standing with him and waiting for the next move.[/style]
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the married couple, 1300+ words tl;dr
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