coming for you one by one [tea]

[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]Damion's mood was steadily going from bad to worse as the day progressed - and he was blaming Finn. Not only had he barely escaped being cornered by a variety of Gym Leaders after attacking Yellow again, but he was finding that he thought more and more of Finn's welfare in those situations. It annoyed him that Nate was leaving her, leaving her to look after herself with the rebels making their moves. So he'd made the offer for her to join him, and what annoyed him? He hadn't been doing it to please Eli, or to gain a rebel for the forces, he'd done it purely out of selfish motivations - which wasn't unusual for him. He'd wanted to keep her safe, and knew she would be relatively safe in the Rebels. Unlike Nate, he'd protect her. Damion wasn't sure when this annoying "morals" thing had started, but he was sick of it already. People were changing him, and he hated that. Eli made him care, Finn made him protective. That wasn't who he was. Damion was cold and distant, he liked pain and suffering, he hated being tied down. So who the hell was this "Dami" guy that Finn had created? Or even Eli, there were so many emotions running around his Damion's heart the last few days, he'd thought he was going to have a heart attack. He the heartless little bugger from Fortree, was worried about Eli's not being around, was worried about Finn and her reaction to Nate's leaving. Worried that the Rebels wouldn't let her go if she wanted to - and he was going to make sure they did thank you very much. Too many thoughts, and for the first time in Damion's life he was afraid of something. He was afraid that every day Eli was away, afraid something had happened to him. He was scared that he'd lost interest in him, that he was no longer cherished or wanted. "Damn it!" Whirling to slam his fist against the nearest tree, Damion ignored the pain that sliced through his knuckles, or the soft croon of concern that came from Scar as she lifted her head from it's place on his shoulder. He hated that this was making him so weak, that his heart squeezed painfully at the thought of being left behind. Damn it, he was over all of this. Why did love have to be so damn complicated. His entire life had changed with agreeing to date Eli, now he couldn't be with other people without feeling that small twinge of guilt in his mind. Yet it was how he worked, he flirted, he broke hearts and moved on. Eli stopped that, because while Damion got a small thrill from seeing him jealous, he also felt terrible for inciting that sort of emotion in someone he cared about. This was getting painful for his mind. What he really needed was to just forget for a minute, forget that for some reason he was starting to feel and just be an ass. Glancing up slightly, Damion reached up to straighten his glasses and frowned. There was a person coming up the path, when they got closer, he was going to grab them and just kiss them. Forget about love. Forget about anything else. When they were close enough, Damion's hand shot out aiming to grab material of shirt to whirl them around against the tree - acting with the pure hope that surprise would be enough to over balance them. Scar had immediately dropped into her 'dead' pose, one eye staring at the person as Damion paused. Warring with those damn morals. If he'd managed to grab them, he stepped closer, pressing his body close as he bent his head to kiss this stranger. Damn morals to hell. [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Tea     WORDS • here     MUSIC • here NOTES • here coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[vin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2c2c2c; border-left: #4a4a4a solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=width: 415px; background-color: 181818; padding: 4px;] [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]I GOT WHAT YOU WANT[/style][style=width: 407px; text-align: justify; color: dddddd; font-size: 9px; background-color: 181818; border: 4px solid #181818; padding: 4px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] As a rebel and an older brother, he was feeling pretty useless. He couldn’t even get Ran back. He was supposed to be the – tch – hero, the one who would rescue her poor little pokemon from the worthless piece of existence that was Albert. The irony of the situation threw his mind over the edge – this was stupid, he was a rebel who went around stealing pokemon and wreaking havoc, but now he was working to actually save one from the hands of one of his own! God, what a mad world. But it was only because it was Sakura he was doing the saving for. Obviously, if it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have wasted his time having to go through the effort of having to rescue a damn nidoran. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as the image of his little sister floated around in his mind. He wished he could just keep her home. Away, far away from all the evil that she hadn’t known before. She was still a kid and he worried immensely for her. But that was the problem – he shouldn’t have to be worrying. All trainers started out as young as she was, essentially ready to take on whatever was to be thrown their way. And parents trusted that they would get through it just fine and dandy! That was why no one seemed to mind sending their kids out into the vast world at such a young age, wasn’t it? Because puny creatures could protect them and they’d be safe. But if he had never showed, what would have happened to her then? The more he thought about it, the worse his head felt, followed by a feeling of an exceeding amount of anger. She was his sister, but he had never worried so much in his life before, and the worry was taking a toll on his health. He hadn’t slept in days. God, why did she have to find him in the first place, he wouldn’t even have to be worrying if it wasn’t for that. But then… Damn it all, Vin cursed, kicking a stone in the middle of his path and sending it bouncing off a tree stump. He was never supposed to be thinking like this. Whatever. As much as these thoughts clawed into him, he was going to force himself to ignore them and instead focus on the task at hand. Stealing pokemon. Something familiar. Something he as a rebel was supposed to do. With quick steps he kept forward, reaching into his back pocket for his cell phone to check for any important messages that had arrived. But then, just as he had pulled it out, it went slipping out of his hands as he was suddenly pulled forward by the front of his shirt, then pressed against a tree. He blinked in surprise, taking a minute to register the face of the person who had grabbed him in such a brash manner, anger sweltering at the suddenness of it all. But then, looking into those familiar blue eyes, framed by glasses, Vin’s scowl suddenly curled into a toothy smirk. “Da – ” And at once, the words were hushed from his mouth the moment he felt Damion’s lips pressing onto his own. It caught him by surprise, to say the least, his eyes widening at the contact that was so uncalled for. Although his mind was screaming out in protest, Vin made no move to push him off. Well – push, no, but punch? That could be done. No one kissed him without his permission. He even smiled a bit, parting his mouth ever so slightly to allow Damion better access for whatever that may entail. And meanwhile, his right hand was at the ready. Curled into a tight fist, he recoiled it back slowly before immediately springing his arm forward, aiming a sweet knuckle kiss of his own to come in contact with Damion’s left cheek. Then he shook his head, a small sigh escaping his lips as he looked at the other man with a look that reeked of disapproval. Damion was exactly the type of person out in the world that Vin wanted to keep away from Sakura. Far. Far away. Forever. “That’s sexual assault, you moron,” He growled at the young man mockingly, eyes narrowed. “I could get you locked up for that. The next time you’re feeling desperate for a kiss, you ask me. Not pull me along like a sicko pervert.” What he really would have liked to see was him get on his knees – —and beg for it, though. [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]❅ dear kira and bluey. HERE IT IS D: WITH SINCEREST LOVE AND APOLOGIES, TEA TEMPLATE BY SEA OF OTE[/style]

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[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]The first indication that this wasn't going to plan was the brief look of recognition - and the fact Damion recognised Vin in return - and then the first syllable of his name. Damn it, it wasn't supposed to be someone he knew! This person was just supposed to be someone he could take his frustrations out on, and then leave them sighing after him like he was some damned fairy or something. Vin wasn't going to do that, or at least, Damion wasn't exactly sure about that. The whole plan had been to forget the rebels, forget about his boyfriend, his little sister and all the morals that he was developing and just wanted a moment where he didn't have to think about anything or anyone. The first syllable of his name as the second clue, that things were perhaps not as planned. Vin wasn't exactly protesting either. In the split second between Vin's surprise and the smile, Damion's hand had moved, one moving into Vin's hair and tightening, holding him against him. The other moving to rest against his hip and pulling Vin's body as close as he could. It was nice, for a moment, to pretend that there was nothing weighing over his head. For all his bad temper, Vin wasn't that bad to kiss. Sure he wasn't the most fun Damion had ever had, it would be a lot more fun if Vin would just kiss back. That was the last thought he managed to have before Vin's fist slammed into his cheek. In the same moment, Scar screeched softly, lunging her body towards Vin with every intent of getting his ear with her needle sharp teeth. "Scar.." Damion murmured, grinning as he rubbed his jaw where Vin's fist had hit him. It was hardly the first time Damion had ever been punched, and like as not, it wouldn't be the last. Rather than annoy him, the move amused him. "It's not assault if you like it~." He grinned easily, wincing as the move pulled on the split lip. Was he delibrately annoying the hell out of Vin? Yes, probably. The only thing better than getting a good kiss was going to be getting Vin all bothered, or possibly getting something more. He'd never really gotten to know Vin, occassionally they'd talked over a cup of tea.. He'd never really been on the radar, and yet all of a sudden.. "Oh Vin... you really need to loosen up." Damion murmured, taking a slow step towards the other rebel and reaching up to lightly stroke Scar where she sat hissing on Vin's shoulder. The moment Damion's fingers touched her fur; however, she relaxed, a low purr coming from her as she squirmed closer to his touch. "I could help you loosen all those tense muscles, you know. Oh really~? All I have to do is ask? Hmmm.. sorry Vin.. I don't ask for kisses. People beg me for them." He crooned again, leaning close and pressing his body close. Right before a smirk lit his expression and he shrugged very slightly. "Desperate? No, if I was desperate I'd be looking for a girl~ Hey Vin... don't you have a sister?" The smirk grew slightly, Damion remembered Vin saying something about a sister, but he couldn't remember how old she was. "Maybe I can teach her to kiss better than you, or teach her the meaning of pleasure~." [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Tea     WORDS • here     MUSIC • here NOTES • here coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]