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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 17, 2017 15:19:25 GMT
Summer was finally coming to an end. The leaves were changing colors and some trees were shedding the dying leaves. It was quite a sight for one to behold, to see such colors appear in a short time from just the weather shifting. Michael had been standing by the window in the hallway, just looking out at the scenery that showed the coming fall season. Halloween would eventually be upon them, and he had no idea just what would happen for that holiday. The blonde stood there for a few more minutes before he turned away and made his way over to the music room, closing the door behind him and walked to where he kept his violin. He grabbed the violin case and walked over to a chair, setting that down on there so he could open it. He then pulled out his instrument and checked to make sure it was all well and tuned it up before he pulled out his phone to send a text to his boyfriend. Amos, come to the music room. Don't be late.A small smile crossed the wealthy boy's face as he looked at his text for a bit longer before he set it down in his open case, his violin in one hand currently. He postitioned his violin correctly and thought for a moment before he brought the bow up and began to create music by running it over the strings as he manipulated them with his fingers. He honestly hoped that his albino boyfriend wouldn't be more than nine minutes for that was about how long this 'warm-up' song was. It had been a small while since he had played with Amos, and as he played out the song he had practiced for a while his mind drifted back to their fateful meeting in that very room he stood in. Everything around him seemed to fade away as he became lost in the music he made as well as his own thoughts. Playing his violin was certainly one of few escapes he could take from the reality around him. His back faced the doorway to the music room, which also was far out of his mind currently. He simply stood there listening to the song he played as he waited for the first year to arrive. Patiently waiting for that albino. Word count: 391 Tag: Amos VangNotes: Song
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 17, 2017 17:10:48 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino had spent most of his summer working, much to the dismay of his boyfriend. He had picked up extra shifts, extra hours, and worked plenty of doubles. Of course, all of that extra work had really paid off in the end, and after his tuition costs, he still had quite a lot of money saved up. So there he was, walking around town, going in and out of stores, trying to find something perfect for his boyfriend. After all, their anniversary was coming up in another month or two, and he really wanted to get him something special. But still, nothing was really popping out at him.
He was about to go into another store when his phone buzzed at him. The albino just shook his head a bit. Of course he would make it back to the school in under a half an hour. Still, he sent a reply telling Michael that he was in town and that he would be there as quickly as he could be. After all, it wasn't like he was having any luck in his current endeavors.
It took him around 15 or so minutes to make it back to the school, and by the looks of him, he had ran basically the whole way. His cheeks were flushed rather brightly, his hair and clothes were totally disheveled, and of course he was panting quite heavily. He managed to notice his appearance as he passed through the halls, ducking into a bathroom to cool himself down a bit, splashing water over his face and patting his hair down, not that it ever really agreed with him, still deciding to be as unruly as ever.
From there, he made his way to the music rooms, going right to the one he knew Michael would be in, pushing the door open just a small bit and leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms up over his chest as he just watched the blonde play for a bit. Once Michael had finished his song, the albino clapped softly for him before actually moving into the room. He moved up to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him from behind, nuzzling his face into the back of his neck. "You play beautifully, as always." After a moment he pulled away and moved to sit in one of the chairs in the front row. "What did you want me here for anyways?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 17, 2017 19:29:14 GMT
Upon finishing the song, Michael blinked once at hearing the soft clapping but a small smile crossed his features as he lowered his violin from its position. He leaned back into the albino first year a little when he was hugged from behind, a small chuckle escaping the blonde at the compliment. "You play just as beautifully if not more," he responded before he turned around to face him when he was released. At the question from his boyfriend he moved over to his open case and set his violin and bow in there. He took out his phone and moved over to where Amos was, taking a seat beside him as he searched through his phone for a few moments before he handed it over to him. "There's a private concert that will take place at Saint Anthony's Isle. I haven't reserved anything for us yet because I want to be sure if you want to go. We'll stay at the hotel for the night and dinner will be available for all the guests there. I heard that some famous opera singer would be there as well, along with some composers I'm sure you'd love to meet." He told him, sliding a hand into his pocket as he watched his boyfriend with a smile. "Don't worry, you won't miss any school and I'm sure you could get a few days off from work to go to this as well. But again, this is up to you if you'd like to attend." He added in after a moment, not bothering to take his phone back from the albino just yet. He then leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek before he stood up and moved over to grab his violin once more. He turned towards him after a moment and walked over to him, placing a small draw bag in his hand. "Made it myself after a lot of practice. Not as good as any of yours but I made sure you wouldn't die from eating it." He told him, smiling as he waited for his boyfriend to open it up to find a couple of chocolates that he had made. They obviously weren't perfect like Amos could make them but they looked decent enough. "I figured you deserved something sweet for all the work you've been doing over summer, but that's not the only thing I wanted you to come here for." Michael took a couple of steps back and lifted up his violin once more, giving his boyfriend another smile before he began to play another piece with a small surprise just for his boyfriend. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 17, 2017 23:54:21 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos looked down at the phone as it was handed over to him. He scrolled through the information, just looking it over as much as he could while Michael explained the event. But it was still like it was some sort of programmed response for him to shake his head. "I..." But he wasn't given much of a chance to respond to him before he was given a small bag of chocolates. Good Gods... What had gotten into the blonde lately? Then again, he was just out buying gifts and trinkets for the other male as well, so he supposed it was a mutual feeling. "A-ah.. I.. Umm.. Well.. Th-the thought is... Nice... I just.. I'm not sure." In truth, he had never been to an orchestra before. Neither had he been to an opera, but for some reason, he really doubted he would much enjoy that part.
"I'll think about it..." Part of him felt really bad for saying it and not just immediately jumping at the chance, but it wasn't like he was outright turning it down either. He could tell that Michael had put thought and planning into suggesting such a thing, and he supposed he was grateful for that but... "Meeting.. Composers? Come on now. I'm not that good."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 18, 2017 0:27:44 GMT
Michael paused what he was doing as he listened to Amos' response about the event. He tilted his head to the side a little before he shrugged and knelt before his boyfriend, offering him a smile. "Take your time thinking about it. It isn't for another few weeks anyway." He told him, placing a hand on his knee. At his words, however, about not being that good enough to be meeting composers, Michael scoffed and pushed himself up a bit and pressed his mouth against the albino's. "Of course you are good! No, no! You are better than good!" He exclaimed to him, setting his violin and bow on the empty chair beside Amos before he placed his hands on his cheeks. "Don't put yourself down by thinking that way! You are better than me!" He added as he then pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. He smiled up at the albino and then lowered his hands from his face to stand. He grabbed his violin and bow, walking over to its case and put it away. He then began to stack the empty chairs to make some more room, taking a few minutes to do that before he walked back over to his case and pulled out his phone again. He pulled a cord out of the case and plugged it into his phone, for his case did have speakers in it, and scrolled through his music before he chose one he was sure the albino would enjoy. He then moved over to Amos and bowed as he held out his hand to him. "May I have this dance?" [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 19, 2017 20:46:26 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos shifted in his seat a bit and nodded at Michael's words to think about it. Of course he would, taking a vacation with the other male sounded like it could be rather lovely. But at the same time, he didn't know if he really wanted to go and see a real live orchestra either. Maybe it wouldn't be as grand as he thought it would be. Or even worse, maybe it would be. Maybe it would all just be like some sort of fairy tale romance. Gods... He almost gagged at the thought.
But soon enough he found his boyfriend placing a kiss against his lips, which he sort of returned. he supposed he just wasn't really feeling it for some reason. He didn't really take many compliments, even from the blonde. "Oh.. It's not like I think I'm bad or something.. I know I'm alright.. I just don't think I'm.. That good." He shook his head a bit and watched as Michael put the instrument away and went about stacking the chairs up.
Though he had to admit he was caught a bit off guard when the blonde came over to ask him to dance. He blinked a few times and shook his head. "You know I can't dance.." It was true. All of his talents, and dancing just wasn't one of them. Still, he let out a soft sigh and grabbed the other male's hand, pulling himself up and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Teach me then, o' great one."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 20, 2017 2:45:19 GMT
A small giggle escaped the blonde as his boyfriend reminded him that he couldn't dance, gently squeezing the albino's hand when it was grabbed and placed his other hand on the younger male's waist. "Come now, just follow my lead." He told him, smiling as he began to move in correspondence with the music. He took it nice and easy as he taught his boyfriend how to dance, occasionally correcting something that the albino was doing wrong. "Keep your eyes on my face, not on your feet. That's it, keep it up." He spoke up, giving him a smile and nod of encouragement. He kept dancing with the albino for a few minutes, the song ending and another one beginning. He changed the steps a bit to match the rhythm of the song, even going as far as to pull his boyfriend into a twirl and dip him. The blonde snuck a kiss as he had dipped his boyfriend, an arm going around his waist to keep him up. He kept kissing him as he slowly pulled him upright, just holding him close as he gently swayed to the music as he broke the kiss for a breather for a moment. After a few moments he pressed his lips against the first year's again in a gentle manner, his arm still wrapped around his waist as he pulled him a little closer to himself. Once about a minute passed, Michael broke the kiss and smiled at the albino boy, gently squeezing his hand as he gently bumped the side of his nose against Amos'. "Amos Vang...will you go on a date with me on your next day off from work?" He asked him, pulling his head back a little to look at him. "We can do whatever you want to do, promise." [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 20, 2017 19:22:45 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] He couldn't help the stupid blush that came to his cheeks. He really was a horrid dancer, despite all of Michael's help, but the blonde didn't seem to mind his two left feet all that much. He got a kiss stolen from him, and felt like an idiot being dipped like that. Come on now, he wasn't some damsel. Still, the entire thing made him feel ridiculous and embarrassed, but at the same time, it was nice he supposed, seeing Michael so happy like this.
Another few kisses found their way to him as he was pulled into a more, thankfully, upright position. He returned each of them with the same gentleness he usually had. But eventually it stopped, and he just stood there, lightly panting, a light blush flushing his cheeks. A date? He shrugged his shoulders a bit, but a smile came to his lips. "Nah. Why would I ever go on a date with someone like you?" The albino placed a gentle peck to the other male's nose and smiled again. "I've got off tomorrow. Maybe we could go see a movie or some other pedestrian thing?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 21, 2017 21:59:05 GMT
At Amos' response to the date, Michael took a step back and placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "Why, that pains me!" He exclaimed before he smirked a little in a playful manner. Though a gentle chuckle escaped the blonde at the gentle peck to his nose from his boyfriend, listening to what he had to say about having a day off the next day. A brow raised a little at the mention of going out to see a movie and doing other pedestrian things, a small hum of thought leaving the blonde as he stepped towards the first year and pulled him a little closer. "Why, that seems like a marvelous idea..." He mused as he pressed his forehead against the albino's. "Hey Amos, do you have any idea on what movie we'll watch tomorrow?" He asked him, pulling his head back a little to look at his boyfriend. "Oh, and as for the pedestrian things to do we can do what you think will be interesting before or after the movie. Probably both?" He added as he ignored his phone as the music continued to play. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 26, 2017 1:42:11 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] It always amazed him just how little Michael knew of the world. From simple shit like milkshakes, to more complex things like public movie theaters. But when it came to actually planning to do anything... Normal... Amos often found himself just standing there rather stupidly. "Well.. I have a few ideas, but I'm not sure that you'll actually... Like them..." Then again, the blonde generally enjoyed doing anything with the albino so long as it wasn't too sketchy. "So. Meet me tomorrow then, say... four o'clock or so. I'll be at the fountain in town. But right now, I do actually have to go and get ready for work before I wind up being late."
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School had been obnoxiously boring, as it usually was. It wasn't that he was too smart for all of it, it was just that he hated being around all of these stupid losers. Still, he had enough time to go back to his dorm and change into something regular, just a plain blue t-shirt and some jeans and a plain black belt. He quickly made his way towards town, walking as he usually did. He still had about a half an hour before Michael would show up, so he just wandered around from small shop to small shop, just keeping within visual distance of the fountain in case the blonde showed up earlier than his usual.
Once Michael did appear, Amos found himself shaking his head before running a hand through his hair and walking out, hands in his pockets, making his way towards the other male. "Always over dressed. Man. You are really going to stick out."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 26, 2017 17:00:56 GMT
The next day couldn't have arrived sooner for the blonde. Michael had done his best to not rush through the school day, just trying to keep himself busy as time ticked by slowly. Eventually when it came time for school to come to an end, the blonde made his way to his dorm and took quite a while to get ready for this date with his boyfriend. He did his best to appear...normal, but he managed to still look like a rich person regardless. By the time he arrived to their meeting point, Michael was drawing a few looks from other normal people. He slipped a hand into his pocket and glanced at his watch to check the time, wondering where his boyfriend was. However, he didn't have to wait long for the albino boy had approached him, his eyes moving over to him when he spoke. "Eh? But I chose the dullest clothes I have!" He responded, blinking in surprise as he looked over Amos' clothing and then his own. "I could've sworn I would have been able to blend in with this clothing..." He trailed off as he tilted his head to the side slightly and then glanced back up towards his boyfriend. "Should I go back and find something else to wear?" He asked him, gesturing somewhere behind him where he had come from. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 26, 2017 18:11:07 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just shook his head as he looked over the other male. "No. It's alright. We can just buy you some peasant clothes and you'll be fine." Of course he wondered if Michael would even enjoy the things that he had planned, but he supposed he would deal with that once it happened. "Shall we go then?" Of course he didn't really give the blonde much of a choice, starting to walk off in the direction that they needed to go.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 28, 2017 16:50:29 GMT
Michael blinked at the prospect of them buying him peasant clothes, wondering just how that would go. He shrugged a little and then turned to follow his boyfriend when he walked off. "Alright then, which store would you suggest for buying clothes?" He asked him, catching up to his boyfriend to walk alongside the albino. The blonde looked around as they walked, curious as to what they would do that day. After a few moments he reached a hand out to slip his hand into the albino's, gently squeezing it as he looked back over to the first year. "Oh, what else do you have planned for us to do today?" [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 30, 2017 20:25:27 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just continued to walk down the street, soon letting his hand fall to his side so that the blonde could take it as he asked his questions about where they were going or what they were doing. "Well, if I told you, it would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?" Of course, if he was a decent person, he probably should have told him where they were going, but he figured he would wait until after they had gone through it.
Soon enough, they approached a little shop in between a few others. A little bell chimed as they opened the door and went inside. There were a ton of different things, knick-knacks, clothes, all sorts of things. Of course, Amos brought his boyfriend... To a thrift store. He seriously doubted that Michael had ever even set foot in a place like this, and therefore, hopefully he wouldn't realize that everything here had previously belonged to someone else.
"Ah! Amos! How good to see you again! Please let me know if there's anything that you would like to see from the cases, I'll be glad to pull them out for you!"
"Ah. Thank you. Will do." He moved down a few rows, just looking at the random items that were there, occasionally picking something of mild interest up. But after a bit, he looked over to the blonde, just watching for whatever his reaction might be.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Oct 3, 2017 17:58:37 GMT
Michael had no idea where they were going, but trusted his boyfriend enough to have them not get lost or taken anywhere shady. However, once they entered a little store Michael paused and blinked as he looked around at this peculiar place. He was quiet for several moments as someone greeted his boyfriend and idly followed the albino as he looked about. He paused as he picked up a random trinket and turned it over in his hands curiously, not sure what to think but quite curious, if not a little perplexed, by this strange store. After a few moments he set the trinket down and moved over to his boyfriend before he slid past him and picked up something else to examine it. Upon seeing the price, his eyes widened and he turned towards Amos and held out the item to him with a face he didn't even know he could make from this 'discovery'. "Amos! The price is so low! This is surely worth more!" He piped up, his eyes moving back to the item as he examined it some more. "What is it anyway?" The blonde asked after a moment, looking back to his boyfriend for some help with this strange item that was surely just something a peasant would have. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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