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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 3:53:09 GMT
Listening to the albino, Michael chuckled a bit at his words about him falling into a food coma. He finished eating his own food after a few minutes and leaned back on one hand once more in a comfortable and relaxed manner. He then glanced over to Amos as he told him his reason as to why he wanted his measurements, nodding a little in acknowledgement. "Mm, that makes sense," he responded after a moment. Though the thought of blending in with peasants was a little off putting, Michael figured he'd give it a try at least once. But his attention was captured again at the mention of dessert, causing him to sit up a bit. "Dessert? What'd you make?" He asked him, nodding to show that he was indeed done with his dinner. His interest was piqued at the prospect of dessert, and his secret, not-so-secret, sweet tooth possibly didn't help in hiding that. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 4:10:32 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino flushed a little and chuckled in an almost nervous manner. "Well uhh. I actually made it a few days ago but... I had way way too much still left over so..." He pulled out a few small plates and set them down, followed by a container. He opened it and placed a piece of what looked like blackberry cheesecake, garnished with fresh blackberries in a sauce probably made of the same thing. He handed the plate and a new fork over to the other male and then made one for himself. "I always think it's best after a few days when all the flavors have been able to properly settle." But he shrugged. He wasn't exactly sure about the other male's tastes. But he did really hope the other liked it enough to eat it.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 16:18:40 GMT
Michael caught the albino's flush and lifted a brow as he then told him what the dessert was, or rather when he had made it. A few days ago? Wouldn't it be bad by now though? He was about to ask him that when the albino pulled out a few small plates and set them down, only for a container to follow after. Michael watched Amos as he opened the container and placed what appeared to be a cheesecake, blackberry if he was not mistaken, onto one of the plates. He was a bit impressed with how it was garnished with fresh blackberries in a sauce, the fact that it had been made only a few days ago fleeing from his mind momentarily. He accepted the plate and the new fork from Amos as the albino went to make himself a plate of the dessert too. At his words, Michael released a hum of thought and then used his fork to take a bite of the cheesecake. He blinked once at the taste, before he ate another bite. "Fuck this is good," he mentioned as he looked at the cheesecake on his plate. Michael looked back to Amos and watched him for a few moments before he tilted his head slightly. "I think you'll be able to achieve that dream of yours to be a chef. You're really good," he told him as he then turned his attention back to his dessert and continued to eat it. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 18:02:45 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos smiled a bit as it was pretty exclaimed that his cake was good. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised to hear such language coming from the blonde, but it still amused him for some reason. "I suppose it is..." He just shook his head a bit as he began to eat his own piece. Though, to him it wasn't nearly as good, mostly since he had been eating it for the past few days. A faint blush graced his cheeks as he was told that he could achieve his goal in life. "I hope so..." It wasn't really about being good. It was about being good enough. Better than good enough. "But... I can always do something else too, if... it things don't work out." After all, he had barely gotten into this place.
"What about you? What do you wanna do? Not.. What's expected of you but.. What do you want to do with your life?" Amos tilted his head a bit as he asked the question, granted, it was probably a pretty loaded question. And not one many people around this place really had an answer to. Most of them only ever thought of doing what was expected of them, and nothing more. They had no goals, no dreams of their own. And that made them exceptionally boring.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 22:01:01 GMT
Michael glanced back over to Amos as he spoke in response about his dream being achieved and such, catching that blush. He stared at him as he mentioned possibly doing something else if he couldn't be a chef. He was quiet for several moments as he continued to watch the albino as he went on to ask him what he wanted to do. The blond looked down and poked at his cheesecake with the fork for a few moments before he ate some more of it, remaining quiet as he finished his dessert. Once that was finished he set the plate down and made sure he had nothing on his face before he shifted to face Amos. "I'm not sure what I want to do... But..it's nice that you actually do have a dream and are getting closer to it every day." He spoke, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck as he glanced away for a few moments before looking back to Amos. "I want to see you achieve this dream of yours... You've already shown me that you're great, if not amazing, at it. And..." he trailed off, scanning his eyes over his face. "And if that still doesn't work out for you maybe you could work to be my personal chef. Even if it's just for my family too." He shrugged a little and lifted his gaze to look up for a few moments. "Besides... What can someone like me do anyway? I'm practically heir to an entire country through political and wealth means..." He sighed and shook his head as he lowered it after a few moments, returning his blue gaze back to Amos. "We're from two completely different worlds. You're the pauper and I'm the prince." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 23:23:14 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Ha. Yeah... Like I'd want to work for stuck up rich brats like you." Of course he had an amused look on his face, saying that he was just joking. But he retained a more serious face once the other male started speaking about himself. "I'm sure you're capable of many things." He shrugged a bit and smiled, moving to put all the dishes away and then just relaxing a bit. "And what's stopping you really? The fear of your family? Or the fear of losing everything you have?" He paused and shifted a bit to lay on his back, folding his arms up under his head as he just watched the floating lights.
"You just have to... Find something you love. Something you just... Lose yourself in. There's nothing different about our worlds, just in the ways we see them. I could never live like you because of the way I grew up. And you probably wouldn't last a day in my shoes either, but both of us would be capable of adjusting if it came to it. If I suddenly became wealthy, I'd still probably live the way I do now. I wouldn't squander it. I mean. I might actually go out and buy myself new materials, books, clothes, a decent phone, maybe a computer. But beyond that." He shrugged a bit. "And you, if it were all just stripped away, you wouldn't have the slightest idea what to do with yourself. But maybe I can teach you, if you let me. I can teach you how to repair your clothes should they rip apart, make your own meals. Be on your own a bit. Just in case."
But he sighed and shook his head a bit. "Ahh. Nevermind. It's a terrible idea. You'll never wind up where I am."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 17, 2017 1:41:29 GMT
Michael listened to what Amos had to say about their worlds not being so different, except in how they viewed it, and then went on to talk about him being good at something. Something he'd love to do. He shrugged a little and looked up at the floating lights, sighing a little. "Yeah... And yeah, I totally wouldn't last a day in your shoes..." He spoke, blinking once before he lowered his head to look down at Amos. "I don't know what I'd be good at, Amos... I don't... I don't have any dreams like you do. All I've known is the comfort of wealth and having everything I need and more at a moment's notice." He told him, remaining where he was as he looked down at the albino. "I mean... If it were in private... I wouldn't...mind you trying to teach me peasant things. Just...don't expect much from me." He spoke after a few moments, looking away then as he fell silent and took in the floating lights. "But you're right, I'll never wind up where you're at," he added about a minute later almost as an afterthought. He then lifted a hand to run it through his hair with another sigh, glancing back down at Amos where he lay. He hesitated a few moments before he shifted himself to lay down on the ground with his hands resting on his stomach, just looking up at the floating lights once more. "I guess... To answer your question on what's stopping me... Is possibly both." He admitted after a couple of minutes, not looking at Amos at the moment. "You don't want to get on my family's bad side... People...disappear you could say when they do." He spoke quietly, almost a whisper as he kept his gaze directed towards the lights. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 17, 2017 1:52:50 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Well. I wouldn't mind teaching you if you really wanted to learn. But it's not like I'd force it on you. I guess maybe I've gotten spoiled with the..." What was Luka exactly? A friend? Just.. A single friend. Maybe he should work on that. "With Luka. He's always pretty self sufficient. And if something happened where he was kicked out of his family or whatever, he'd probably last a few days. Maybe a week." He chuckled a bit and shook his head. "Ahh. Sorry. Couldn't help myself there. I really do hate the upperclass. At least he doesn't flaunt it. Not that... Well.. I mean.. you're not really that bad." But he shut up, deciding now was the best time to stop digging his grave.
"I think everyone should have their own goals in life. Things they want to accomplish. Like.. I wouldn't mind seeing Paris. Venice. Rome. I would like to travel the world someday. Then again... i have a lot of dreams and goals and aspirations... but for me, that's probably all they'll ever be. Unless I do well here. With this school on my record, I'm sure I could get into a decent enough school to..." But he shook his head. "Forget it. Who am I kidding? It's not like I'll ever really make anything of myself..." He sighed and got up, moving a bit away from the other male.
Damnit. he had been doing so well too. Why had that been happening so much to him lately? No one really needed to see that part of him. After a deep breath or two, he returned with a smile on his face. "Sorry, just.. Got kind of carried away there. But hey, what would you like to do? I mean, it's not that late yet, we could probably find something to do or.. I guess we can keep hanging out here."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 17, 2017 4:02:49 GMT
The blond teen chuckled softly at his first words about Luka, shrugging a little. "It's fine, you know." He spoke as he glanced over to him. Though as the albino then mentioned more about people having goals to accomplish and some other things he'd like to do, the blond merely watched him as he spoke on but then sudden seemed to go back on that. He lifted a brow slightly as Amos got up and moved a bit away from him. He was quiet as he pushed himself up to sit, watching Amos still as he soon came back over with a smile. He lifted a hand and reached out for Amos' when he was close enough, attempting to grab it and just pull the albino down with him. "At least you have goals and dreams. At least you're actually good at something you love to do." He told him, looking at him as he had a serious expression on his face currently. "I won't ever admit this in public but...you're good. Hell, I'm pretty sure with how you're doing now at least... Even if I still don't know you all that well... You'll succeed." He told him, squeezing his hand a little. "What do you want to do when you get into a decent school..?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 17, 2017 4:25:23 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos debated for a moment whether or not to take the hand, but decided that it might be okay, and laced their fingers together as he sat down next to the other male. Despite the compliments he was receiving, the smile fell away from his face. For some reason, he shook his head and just closed his eyes, listening to the words being given to him. As much as he probably needed to hear that sort of praise, he didn't. It just didn't sink in. But he was asked a question and he decided to look towards the other male, pulling his hand away and folding it in his lap. "Heh... If I can get in, I'll pursue a career in cooking, like I said before. And if I can't.. Well then I guess I'm stuck aren't I?"
But soon enough he shook his head and stood again. This was a mistake. He was slipping, and he couldn't afford that. Why the hell did he think this person would actually want to get to know someone like him? Someone so much... lower than he was. He made an almost frustrated noise before flopping back down and gathering his things. But then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I just... I need to go." No way in hell did he want this person seeing him like he needed to be. Not when things were going so well. he had tried to push it away, but for some reason... It just ate away at the back of his mind. He would never be as accomplished or worth nearly as much as this kid in front of him. But at the same time. He didn't want to go. They were so similar in so many ways, and he had never seen that in someone else before. He stopped and took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out in words. "Unless... You really want me to stay...? It's... It's not because of you I just... You build walls, I run away." Hopefully the other male would understand, maybe if he was luck he would even stop him. But he doubted it. After all, they just met each other right?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 17, 2017 20:49:56 GMT
Michael allowed Amos to pull his hand away as he spoke in response to his question. He was silent as he watched the albino shake his head and soon stood once again. A small frown marred his features as he soon flopped back down and began to gather his things. Had he done something wrong? Well, obviously he must have if this boy was acting as such. At the apology, Michael looked away and lifted a hand to run a hand through his hair, licking his lips slightly. He was silent as Amos did his thing, already starting to regret this entire thing. What was he thinking anyway? They were too different and the albino was most likely just using this to get close enough to find out a few things and...and do something with that information. But at the words that finally came from Amos, Michael didn't look at him. He remained where he was, silent, for several moments before he turned his head to look at him a little. "What are you running away from then?" He questioned him, not exactly answering him. He watched the boy quietly for a few moments before he sighed, his own walls already being built again, and stood up as he used his hands to fix his clothing. "I can't keep you from leaving. If you really wish to go, then go." He spoke, gesturing towards the direction they had come as he looked away again and walked away a few steps to get off the blanket before stopping again. He slipped his hands into his pockets and watched the floating lights for a few minutes, his back practically facing the albino now. "If you think it a mistake for this to happen... Then leave, if not then stay. But as I've said before, I cannot keep you from leaving if that is what you really wish." He spoke, lowering his head after a few moments slightly. "But... Take care to mind the consequences for actions made. I am not lenient on giving second chances," he paused as he lifted his head and turned around to face Amos with that cold look entering his eyes once more. "If you leave now and wish to come crying back to me for a second chance at...whatever this was then you best be prepared to earn that chance back." He told, or likely warned, the albino male as he tilted his chin up slightly. "And I shall apologize if my words happen to hurt your feelings but they are true." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 17, 2017 21:40:19 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] What was he running from? well, he supposed he didn't really know the answer to that, and instead just sat there in silence. It turned out that the blonde wasn't the only one feeling conflicted about things. He wasn't the only one confused by whatever it was that he was feeling. Amos sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I..." But what was there to say? That he was scared about getting close to someone? That he was afraid to get comfortable? "I don't want to... I don't want to waste your time." He lay back again and stared up at the tree. "I... I don't want to make you think that I'm something that I'm not. I'm not this... Great person... And I don't want you to see me that way."
Amos sat up again and shook his head. "Don't worry. They don't hurt my feelings. They're reasonable. I'm sorry. I just... You say all these nice things about me and... I can't really... Accept them." He looked down at his hands in this lap, lacing his fingers together and wringing his hands together. "I'm not some... Amazing person. I've done way more bad in my life than good. I have no sense of... Anything. You build walls to stay away from other people. And I can't say I'm any different. I.. I just... I don't want to hurt you too..." But so far he hadn't right? Well. then again, he had tried to kill him in the music room didn't he? Wasn't that proof enough? "I just want to... I want to see you smile. I want to show you things you've never seen before. But I know I.. I know I'll screw that up somehow. I'll hurt you and... I'm not sure I could live with that."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 2:05:43 GMT
Michael remained where he was as he watched Amos, that cold expression on his face as the albino eventually responded slowly to his words. He kept his hands in his pockets as he watched him, not speaking as he listened to Amos while the albino spoke more. He sighed at his words of wanting to see him smile and all, the blond looking away. He balled his hands into fists as he shifted his footing slightly. He wanted to hate him but...it felt impossible to. Was it because he was so similar to him? He was silent as he stayed where he was for several moments before he looked over to Amos again, frowning a bit still. He stared him down for several moments before he slowly began to walk over to where Amos was and sat down beside him. He glanced down as he put his hands in his lap, silent still. What was he supposed to say? It took him a few moments before he finally lifted his gaze to look at Amos. "I want to hate you... But I can't." He spoke, lowering his gaze as he slowly laced his own fingers together. He frowned as he had grown quiet again, thinking over what Amos had told him. He then lifted his head again and took in a deep breath before he looked over to Amos again and hesitated before he reached a hand over but pulled it back and looked down again. "You want to see me smile then, huh..?" He spoke, keeping his gaze down. "I... This is..." He trailed off again, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I think I'll survive. So..." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 2:34:39 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just lay there, thinking of all the things the other male could possibly do or say. Of course, eventually it seemed he did have words. He made a half laugh sort of noise at the mention of hating him. He wanted to say that he hated himself enough for the both of them, so that wouldn't really be a problem, but he couldn't do it. After all, what if that pushed the blonde away again? He felt the hand reach towards him and stop. Why had he stopped? Maybe he was starting to see that it wasn't worth it to...
"Huh?" He blinked for a moment before turning to face the other male. "I.." He stopped and shook his head. This was a mistake. It had to be. These feelings. They were meant for other people, not for him. They couldn't be for him. Not with all the bad shit that he had done in his life. "You frustrate me... In a way... I can't explain. I'm scared of saying or doing the wrong things... Because I know... I..." He paused and looked towards the other male, hesitantly resting a hand on his cheek, running his thumb along it. Well, if he got hit, he'd at least know that he deserved it. It took mere seconds for him to place his lips over the blonde's, just gentle, soft, fleeting. Of course, he pulled away almost immediately after doing so, a dark blush staining his cheeks. "I want to be... Something... To you..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 3:29:07 GMT
The blond teen glanced to Amos as he spoke, soon blinking as he felt a hand on his cheek. What was he--? His eyes widened slightly when he felt lips over his, but the feeling of the kiss was very fleeting. He stared at him as his own cheeks were growing red as well, shock crossing his features briefly. Those words... He blinked once before he hesitated and then leaned towards him, lifting a hand to place it on his cheek. He slowly pressed his lips against Amos', the action gentle and lingering as he rubbed his thumb against his cheek a little. After a few moments he slowly pulled out of the kiss and looked at the albino male with their faces mere inches away. "Don't..expect me to treat you like this in public at first..." He mumbled to him, keeping his hand on his cheek as he scanned his eyes over his face. He then leaned closer towards him again and placed his lips over his once more, sliding his hand to the back of his neck. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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