For Two [dami]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #dfdfdf; border-top: 10px solid #4692c2;] Days seem shorter. That's what the blond had thought, as he watched the afternoon sky, a pleasant tint of orange and yellow, with a blank expression, the usual fraud smile and lightness gone for the moment. In exchange there was little more than a sullen look, lips in a tight frown, coffee eyes lacking the usual playfulness, instead looking dull, dead, to the world. He twitched as a Murkrow's cry rang through the air, snapping him out of his reverie. Had he really just-? He shook his head, forcing such thoughts away. Ahh, must be getting senile from old age~ He joked to himself, though, surprisingly, he didn't take himself seriously. Once again, for what seemed like the hundredth time for the week, he had imagine himself dead. Broken, drowned, burned, hanged, stabbed, shot... To name a few of what his imagination had provided him. It was normal... For him to think of such things, especially when alone, especially when there was sufficient lack of work to be done,especially with a sufficient lack of worth. He had kept to himself, for most of the week, drowning himself in his thoughts, his masochist side taking over as he let it. What point was there, to pretend, when no one was around? Why continue with the game when there were no players but he? ... Depressing. Elijah got up, a childish frown on his features instead, eyes clouded still. He had been sitting atop the department store of Goldenrod for most of the afternoon. Dressed in proper attire for the cold season, no less. Overcoat on top of two other layers of clothing already. He hated the cold and he hadn't planned to have turned that into a brooding session, actually he had been thinking along the lines to enjoying the sight of the marvelous city, as he had done before in his youth. Plans didn't always work out, he knew that from experience. Such a failure, Cyrus would be giddy. ... Had he actually thought of Cyrus at a time like this? Another head shake and he got up. Bad day. He headed for the elevator, told the operator is a polite voice that he was headed for the ground floor, and made his way back to his home without another word. Fuck such thoughts, they ought to remain buried, as he had always tried to do. It did no good for him, nor to anyone in his opinion, if he were to suddenly reminisce about old thoughts, old feelings. As if he didn't have enough on his plate already. There was another murkrow call, and the black bird descended towards him, landing upon his sleeve as he lifted his arm to meet her. The pokemon's claws grabbed tightly onto his covered arm, the gentle weight familiar. "Nothing to report about the city?" The Murkrow shook her head, and then proceeded to fixing her wing feathers from the flight. The man continued back to his home. His home was, to put it simply, large. He lived alone in the house, most of the time, except for his pokemon, but even with that, there were exactly five bedrooms, each one with it's own bathroom and large enough to fit three onix. It didn't build up, however, instead, it went underground. The first floor a mere 'entry' way. The house went three floors downward, and each floor had it's significant purpose. Though the kitchen, dining room and sofas were on the ground level, there was much more to see the further down it went. Right now, he simply wanted to be in his house, collapse onto the couch and just lie there or a month or so, avoid the winter season altogether. That was on his mind as he opened the unlocked door to his house, warning signals dimmed out from mental exhaustion. Plans never went as expected, no? [style=float: right; border: 4px solid #d5d5d5; width: 100px; height: 100px;] w o r d s ⇉ 642 t a g s ⇉ damion n o t e s ⇉ I have yet to try and be all emo with eli in a thread, bare with me >< [/style]

[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png), bTable][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #e2e2e2;] [/style] [style=font: 12px mistral; color: #e2e2e2; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px;]it could be wrong, could be wrong,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 18px bradley hand itc tt; color: #1c191a; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); text-transform: uppercase;]TO LET OUR HEARTS IGNITE[/style] [style=float: right; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Georgia; color: #1c191a; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]It was odd how, when one had been drinking, all the little things didn't matter. Like, Damion didn't remember why he'd been having a few drinks with different people, didn't remember how many he'd had, or how he'd gotten from there, to Eli's home. Generally, Damion avoided a lot of things that made him uncomfortable, and perhaps that was why he'd ended up where he had. In all his life, there had been only a few people who broke the coldness around Damion. There had only been a couple who could make him truly smile and feel the warmth somewhere in his heart. Eli was one of them. Before Eli, Damion remembered - vaguely by this point - a time where he hadn't cared for anything. Life had been a game, everything had been a game. Stumbling slightly as he got to his feet, Damion reached up to tug his glasses off his face and staring at them for a moment in bemusement. Icy blue eyes darted around his surroundings, fighting to take everything in through the much slower haze that was his mind attempting to work. Even half asleep, Damion was accustomed to his mind being able to jump topics rapidly, he was accustomed to being able to plot and plan and have fun and still be paying acute attention to the conversation before him. Right now, he was struggling to think of anything but Eli and the way the light was catching on the frames of his glasses. Then his mind was on Finn, the young woman who was as much family as his older brother was, and that led to Nate. The sot that he was going to kill if he ever broke Finn's heart, and that then brought him to the thought of marriage. It was a kind of commitment Damion had never even considered, never even wanted to consider. Commitmentphobe would have been too weak a word to describe the cold chills that tended to race along his spine at the thought. Well, usually did. Somehow, with the comfy little haze that had settled around his mind, the idea of spending his life with one person didn't seem so scary. Didn't he plan to anyway? He'd changed so many of his habits to keep Eli, and the thought that would have been terrifying if he was sober was that he would have changed more. Anything to keep him. The sound of a door opening had the same effect on Damion that it might have had on a dog, if he'd had the same ears, they would have perked at the sound. As it was, he turned as quickly as he could, dropping his glasses gently onto the nearest surface before moving on surprisingly steady feet to smile warmly up at Elijah, before practically pouncing on him in an attempt to hug him tightly. The small, sober part of his brain huffed in disgust at the loving, clingy person Damion quickly became around alcohol, but the rest of him was too busy attempting to hug Eli as tightly as possible while still managing to glance at him. "Eli~" Even when he wanted to sound normal, his voice somehow managed to come out a low purr. "I'm glad you're home. Are you alright? Nothing too exciting? You know... I miss you when you're not around. So much... Can I stay? Like this?" [/style]

[style=font: 9px courier new; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]♥ lucie from btn[/style]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #dfdfdf; border-top: 10px solid #4692c2;] Already he could imagine himself enveloped in sleep's sweet embrace, the soft lull to his senses pushing him on to scurry off for rest. Even as he opened the door, he already imagined himself just falling onto a bed, fully clothed and all, arms jutting into his vision, a blur of unfocused blonde in front of him... Wait, what?!?!? Zillah gave a loud squawk and darted past the couple, for the kitchen no less. She didn't have time for such encounters, she was hungry from her rounds. Small as she may be, her daily consumption rivaled that of a dieting Munchlax, if only because she was often burdened with the role of patrolling. Which left Elijah to gasp like a Magikarp out of water, before he significantly regained a sense of mind to process what was happening in front of him. This was Damion... Right? Hmmm. Voice. Check. Blonde. Check. Height. Check. Smell of alcohol... He'd have to get back to that one. He placed his arms around the other nonetheless, the listening to the ramble of the slightly or extremely, at this point of this he was still unsure intoxicated man. The smell itself only bothered him in the slightest bit, much more aware of the fact that Damion had managed to get into his home, and was now hugging him rather tightly. The alcohol begged the question of whether he was conscious or not about his actions, but that was a fairly moot point in his opinion. But first- "What are you doing here?" Normally he would have started off with a hello and how do you do, though given the situation, which was a semi-drunk, in his perception, was clinging haphazardly on to him with ample support from his end. Next came the inquiry. "I'm alright, yes." He answered with a chuckle. Really now, it was often like Damion didn't believe much in his fighting ability, though he often told himself that it was merely because Damion worried for him no matter the situation, like a mother hen to her chicks. Except the chick was much much older than the hen. Which only made him think that maybe there was something wrong with their relationship. ... Pushing that thought away with as much finesse as a Mightyena might tear off a chunk of meat, he slowly moved a palm up and down Damion's back in a soothing motion, a soft sympathetic smile as he looked at the other. "We can stay like this... But could we move to the couch or something?" [style=float: right; border: 4px solid #d5d5d5; width: 100px; height: 100px;] w o r d s ⇉ 420 t a g s ⇉ damion n o t e s ⇉ FINALLY DONE![/style]

[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png), bTable][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #e2e2e2;] [/style] [style=font: 12px mistral; color: #e2e2e2; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px;]it could be wrong, could be wrong,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 18px bradley hand itc tt; color: #1c191a; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); text-transform: uppercase;]TO LET OUR HEARTS IGNITE[/style] [style=float: right; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Georgia; color: #1c191a; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Normally, Damion would have been much more focused on how his weight was leaning on Eli. Without the haze, he would have been aware that sheer muscle and mass generally made one heavy, and the way he was clinging to Eli was probably rather uncomfortable for the both of them. Unfortunately - more so for Eli, considering Damion's comfort - the blonde was much more interested in being as close as he could. Complete with nuzzling his face into Eli's neck gently, taking a deep breath to breathe in his scent. The smell that was oddly unique to him and to him alone. Even if Damion couldn't exactly seperate the smells that clung to Eli's skin - other than the cigarette smoke - it was enough that it settled all the thoughts in his head. The only time Damion Racher felt sane, was when he rested his head on Elijah's shoulder. "Good." The word was barely breathed, Damion's unfocused gaze shifting to hold Eli's for a moment before his eyes closed again. Relaxed, gentle as a lamb - if anyone could possibly call someone four inches over six feet, roped with muscle and a known serial killer a lamb. It was comforting, to be with the one person Damion had no doubts could pull him back even when that incessant noise buzzed somewhere between his ears and his skull. Even when his fingers itched to be covered in blood and-- No matter what, Damion knew that as long as Eli was around, he could be content. Safe, even. "After that one time.. with Shields.. you told me..." A low growl roughed his otherwise sleepy tone, hands flexing against Eli's shirt to cling tighter as he continued. "I worry. I know.. I know you can fight.. But if something happened to you..." Once again he cut himself off, this time by pressing his lips against the skin of Eli's neck, just under his ear. Finishing that sentence, Damion knew, would only serve to make him hate himself when - if - he remembered this conversation later in the night-day-whatever time it was. Weakness, was an imperfection. Every person that he grew close to; every person that chipped away at the ice he'd built around his emotions, put him in danger. Not the danger of a classical sort, there was no ranger yet who could outsmart him and now rebel who could match his ruthlessness, but a danger none-the-less. Perfection had been something he'd strived for, had it drilled into his mind that it was the only thing his father would ever accept from him (and in the end the only thing that Damion would accept from himself). This... attachment, to Eli... It was an imperfection, a weakness... And for all the nine circles of Hell, Damion couldn't let go of it. "Couch? Oh... I guess so. Then can I cuddle you?" It was a warmth, a light in his life that Damion was clinging to without any hope of keeping it. Perhaps it was that he'd drunk that little bit too much, or maybe it was just an excuse to cling. Either way, his arms didn't loosen even the slightest bit as he breathed against Eli's neck, trying to squirm closer. "Do I have to let go?" [/style]

[style=font: 9px courier new; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]♥ lucie from btn[/style]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #dfdfdf; border-top: 10px solid #4692c2;] He couldn't give much reply to that, now could he. Indeed, he had pretty much lied for a number of days to his significant other, a bit of guilt surfacing for a moment before he struggled it down. He had done it for the other's good after all, for once not acting upon his own selfish reasons to get back at Shields, what rage he had for Shields would have to wait, simmered down beneath the rest of his conflicting emotions, they'd have to wait for the day until the dam finally broke, or he himself chose to let them out, which was unlikely all in all. The feeling of Damion's nails scratching lightly on his skin, knuckles pressed against his chest made him tilt his head down in shame for his actions. Would it really have been better to have come front out about his capture? He had weight the pros and cons, and decided, with no emotional attachment that he would stoically keep it to himself, but that itself broke. In a matter of days he had told Damion of his experience, caught himself before he could actually ask the other to avenge him, and instead told him to stay clear of the dark-haired man. Even in hindsight he wasn't sure which option would have worked best, he couldn't chastise himself for making a bad judgement either, which only kept the ache to both his brain and chest intact. There was one consolation though. At least now he could look Damion in the eye and know that he had told the truth to the other, no matter how late it was. He was being hypocritical of course. If Damion had done the same to him, the other blonde would have gotten a tongue lashing, perhaps a punishment, but Damion... Part of him knew that Damion would never consciously hurt him, and yet the rest believed that everyone was out to get him... Which made it all the more difficult to get a grasp on what to believe in. Which wasn't usually like him to be conflicted.... This was just what Damion did to him. "Hey, nothing'll happen to me, alright?" He said with as gentle tone as he could, despite the tired he could felt that numbed his body. It wasn't something he could truly promise, though his agenda of 'not getting hurt' was always one of his top priorities. He could at least provide the person he loved some kind of comfort, no matter how unstable that felt like. His breath hitched as Damion moved towards his neck, leaning down, the other always the taller one, feeling hot lips capture a portion of skin. His own eyes fluttered at the sensation. Right right, this was what human contact felt like... It seemed like ages since he had been treated with such, even if was probably only a week. He chuckled the other's inquiry, sounding like a bit like a dog asking as though the treat waved at him was going to chucked back into the closet. That sort of amused him, in the warm, humorous sort of manner. And to think, this was the man who could slash down an enemy without batting an eye. "Nahh, don't have to, I'm kind of enjoying this myself to be honest." He gave a minuscule shrug, before maneuvering both of them towards the couch, step by slow step, half-worried of stumbling and half-worried of a collapsing Damion altogether. He plopped down on the couch, bringing Damion along with him. A sigh of relief as his legs seemed to groan and body growing less tense on the soft cushions. He brought himself to lie on the couch, head on couch's arm, while the rest of his body was sprawled onto the furniture. Somewhere above him was Damion, of course, a lazy arm still holding onto the other blonde as he traced indefinite shapes on his back. "Hmmm~" He hummed in delight, closing his eyes for a moment. [style=float: right; border: 4px solid #d5d5d5; width: 100px; height: 100px;] w o r d s ⇉ 665 t a g s ⇉ damion n o t e s ⇉ AMGASH, SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT ;n;[/style]