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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 10, 2017 5:24:10 GMT
Michael just ate another fry slowly as the girl mentioned she wouldn't be staying long anyway, just staying quiet then as he waited for his boyfriend to come back. However, at her next words of the albino selling himself off to rich people and selling drugs, Michael's eyes moved back over to her and just stared at her in disbelief. There was no way his boyfriend was like that... Especially if he worked in a place like this and hated the customers. He forced his gaze away, his outward appearance showing no emotion as he sipped at his milkshake, but his emotions were in all actuality a jumbled and conflicted mess. He was quiet as he just waited for his boyfriend's arrival, just wanting to get to the car and to the dorms so Amos could do what he needed to for his sister and that they could eventually have dinner later. ~~~~~~ He was spacing out a bit when the albino would eventually return however, not catching what he possibly said at first. He blinked and moved his gaze to look at Amos, having been absentmindedly chewing on his straw. "Huh? What...? Oh, yeah. I'll just go out and call the driver. Don't want to walk back." He spoke, setting his milkshake on the table before he got out of the booth and slipped his hands into his pockets as he walked over to the entrance of the diner, soon stepping outside without really bothering to answer any response from the albino or wait for one. Once out there, he stood right by the door and pulled out his phone to call his driver, his eyes scanning the area around him. "Yeah, come on and pick us up... I'll give you the address," he spoke once the driver had answered. Michael had remained outside for about twenty minutes until the driver had pulled up out front, the blonde then taking that time to return inside to fetch the siblings. "Come on, driver is here. Let's get going before peasant filth clings to me more." He spoke as he just looked off to the side a bit before his eyes moved back over to the albino as his sister before he turned away. He then walked back over towards the entrance, only pausing by the door to make sure they were coming so they could leave finally. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 10, 2017 5:37:35 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino returned after a few moments, his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face. "So. Everyone ready to go?" But Michael didn't respond right away. "Michael?" A small frown crossed his face as the blonde reacted as he did, going outside to call his driver an then just... Remain out there. "What did you say to him?" Not that Lily would really answer her brother's question. The albino sighed and sat down, pushing whatever remained of Michael's food towards her as he just stared out the window at his troubled boyfriend. What exactly was conflicting him so much?
After a bit of time, Michael came in to fetch the two of them and he simply nodded and pulled his sister from the booth and sighed. The girl shoved right past them both towards the car, wasting no time getting into it. Amos just shook his head and followed along, though, he was severely troubled now himself. Had he done something wrong? Was all of this too much trouble for Michael? Well.. Sure it was. No.. Of course it was. Who could really be asked to deal with something like this? Still, he stayed quiet until they reached the dorms. The albino let his sister get a bit ahead of them before taking his boyfriend's hand into his. "Michael? Is something... Wrong? Did I do something...?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 10, 2017 12:28:32 GMT
Michael had been quiet as they got into the car, simply staring out the window as they were driven back to the dorms. Silence filled the entire area until they arrived to the dorms. Michael had waited until the other two had gotten out before he got out as well, leaning back in to mention something to the driver. He turned away from the car as it departed and began to walk towards the dorms as well, one hand in his pocket and the other hanging at his side until it was grabbed. He blinked and glanced over towards his boyfriend as he spoke, just holding his hand as they walked. Did he do something wrong..? "Ah, no... No you didn't. Sorry..." He spoke after a moment, his eyes looking forward then as he gently squeezed his hand a little. "I'm just... I don't know what to really think right now..." He muttered, a frown crossing his features a bit as he shook his head a little. "I mean.. While you were getting your check I was told that I was your sugar lover or whatever." Michael paused as he sighed, lifting his other hand out of his pocket to run it through his hair. "She could almost guarantee that you were selling yourself to some rich people or selling drugs too.... But, and don't get me wrong please, I don't believe her." Michael paused again to look down, halting in walking for a few moments. "I just don't know why I'm so conflicted if I don't believe what she said." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 10, 2017 16:09:29 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos blinked in some sort of surprise. Did Lily tell him that? Did Michael really think that he was using him somehow? Still... Amos pulled his hand away, also conflicted. He didn't know whether or not he should get seriously pissed off about this. He didn't know whether to be mad at his sister for telling Michael something so stupid, or if he should be mad at Michael for actually thinking it might be true. "You are kidding right?" Okay, so it came out with a bit of a harsh tone to it. But he was sort of relieved when it was mentioned that he didn't believe her. "You'd think... If I was using you like that... I'd let you pay for things, I'd make you buy everything for me. And we'd be... Er.. More.. Involved."
The albino huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's.. Get her settled in my room and then we can talk about this, alright? I don't exactly want her roaming around campus by her-" But he stopped as he noticed a rather familiar feline face speaking with the girl. Luka waved to them and an almost relieved sigh escaped the albino as the two approached them.
"This is your sister, Amos?" Luka smiled a bit.
"Yeah..."
"Such a wonderful young lady! If you don't mind, there are a few dorms open in the female wing. I can get her set up there." Another relieved sigh and a nod. "Alright then. Come on then Lily. Let's get you all settled in, hmm?" Amos was quite happy that his sister seemed to like Luka. Then again, it was pretty hard not to like him. "Oh, and Amos? There's umm.. There was someone looking for you. I said you were out and that you'd be back later."
"O-oh.. Alright..." Amos just nodded as Luka wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulders and lead her back to the dorms. "As long as.. He's got that settled... Can we... Talk a walk...?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 10, 2017 17:20:57 GMT
Michael clenched his hand into a fist as Amos had released it, soon shoving it into his pocket as he looked away as Amos spoke. Granted, at the harsh tone that came from the albino he regretted saying anything in the first place a bit, but he remained quiet as Amos went on after a moment or so. He kept his hands in his pockets as Amos went on to mention about talking about it further later and to first get his sister settled in. Of course, the blonde nodded a bit though glanced over when he had cut himself off, his eyes traveling over to where the girl and Luka were. He approached the duo with his boyfriend, again remaining silent as Luka and Amos spoke briefly. A slight frown tugged at the corners of his lips at the mention of someone searching for Amos earlier, though he shifted his footing as he forced himself to have an expressionless face as Luka then led the girl off to get her settled in. Though as he heard Amos ask if they could take a walk, Michael turned his head to look at him. He scanned his eyes over his face and then nodded after a moment. "Sure, lead the way then." He responded to him as he shifted his footing again. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 10, 2017 17:56:37 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] It was silent for a few minutes as Amos did indeed lead the way. He also walked with his hands in his pockets, only, in his hoodie pockets. But soon enough the two were far enough away from any of the school or any of the buildings and Amos leaned up against a tree, moving to cross his arms over his chest. "There's a lot... You don't know. My sister... She's only my half sister. I never knew who my father was either. After... What he did to my mother she... She changed. I guess she actually came from a rather wealthy family but when they found out she was pregnant and wouldn't get rid of the baby... They disowned her. Kicked her to the streets."
He paused and shook his head a bit before shifting a bit. "She turned to prostitution, since she was so convinced she was a whore anyways. After I was born, she got right back to it. I was kept in a closet most of the time. She started doing drugs, so I had to learn how to fend for myself. Lily was born when I was three. One of her regular clients I guess. I had to take care of her too, as best I could being so small... I started school, but I just had so much.. That I failed at everything. When Lily was three, I left her behind. I ran away. I never looked back. I guess Lily never ran off. She stayed with her mother."
The albino sighed and slid down the tree to the ground, curling up a bit. "I can't help but wonder.. If I had stayed just a little longer.. Maybe I could've taken her with me. Maybe she never would've been sold to the yakuza to pay off her stupid whore mother's drug debts."
"I guess she thought maybe... That I would wind up the same way. That either I was dead or just like mother. Since... That's the path that she's headed down. Or.. Was anyways... According to the police yesterday, that's how they found her. Lily was sitting with some higher up on the food chain, and they wouldn't just sit by and watch her be molested. So they took her home, but.. Mother was dead."
He paused for a few minutes before curling up a bit more, crossing his arms over his knees and resting his chin on them. "She's not.... Entirely wrong though..." He supposed that he would have to tell the blonde eventually. "I... I have been running things... Money mostly.. For the local mafia. Well.. I say local but I guess they're pretty widespread.. It's nothing too dangerous I.. I just bring money or packages from one place to another. No one suspects a kid with a backpack around here. But I... I haven't done it in a long while. I never transport weapons or drugs.. Just money or information. Nothing... Dangerous. Or Illegal.."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 10, 2017 18:32:44 GMT
It had been a few quiet minutes as Michael followed Amos away to a distance the albino deemed fine. Once they stopped, Michael watched as Amos leaned against a tree and crossed his arms over his chest, the blonde keeping his hands in his pockets. He said not a word as Amos finally began to speak, explaining things to him and how life had been for him before he ran away. The blonde remained silent though as Amos slid down to sit on the ground, curling up a bit and hugging his knees as he carried on. He merely stood there looking down at him, listening to him. After he finally came around to mentioning the mafia, Michael finally shifted his footing. He sighed softly and then moved to sit next to him and just pulled him close into a hug, silent for a few more moments. "I know about the mafia." He spoke calmly in a quiet voice, just still holding him close to him before he eventually pulled him onto his lap and leaned back against the tree as he kept his arms wrapped around the albino. "I'm...so sorry about how you grew up. I don't know what else to say to that... But with the mafia.. I... I know about your relations in it." He spoke, pausing as he tilted his head back against the trunk to look up at the branches and the gaps between the leaves. "Shai revealed it to me, thinking I already knew." He spoke, pausing again as he seemed to be trying to gain his own courage to also admit such a thing to his boyfriend. He then lowered his gaze to look at his boyfriend, a hand lifting to gently grab his chin and have him look at him. "I'm actually the son of someone who runs a powerful mafia in France." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 10, 2017 19:21:42 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos curled up a bit in his boyfriend's lap, nuzzling against him for a few minutes as Michael responded to him. He just nodded into his neck, sighing in a bit of content. He hadn't really expected him to say anything about his life story, but still, he had needed to say it, to maybe help Michael understand why Lily said what she did. But at the confession about being a part of a mafia, Amos just sat there. After a few moments of silence he nodded and nuzzled into his neck a bit more. "I think... A part of me figured that after my run in with your brother. Even for a political family.. Those bodyguards looked less... official. More... Shady." He smiled a bit and placed a gentle kiss to the side of Michael's neck.
The albino shifted a bit to get more comfortable, wrapping his arms up onto Michael's shoulders. "I'm sorry..." He wasn't entirely sure what exactly he was sorry for. So, he might as well apologize for everything. "I'm a shitty boyfriend." He chuckled a little and rested his head on Michael's shoulder. "I has to be frustrating... Being with me.. I.." He paused and pulled away a little in order to look in those icy blue eyes. He moved to rest a hand against Michael's cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. "I do really enjoy being with you.. And.. I'm really glad that you're so patient with me..." He paused in order to place a gentle kiss to the blonde's lips. "I... I really do think that... I love you..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 10, 2017 20:28:26 GMT
Michael sighed softly as his boyfriend nuzzled into his neck, closing his eyes for a few moments as he wrapped his arms around his waist and listened to him. A small smile came to his features from the gentle kiss placed to the side of his neck, just relaxing now and in a better mood. Though as Amos shifted a little, Michael opened his eyes and blinked at the apology. Sorry? What could he be sorry about? Though as he began to say how he was a shitty boyfriend and that it must be so frustrating to be with him, Michael shook his head a little. "Nonsense, Amos... You're not a shitty boyfriend." He murmured to him, shifting a hand to rub it up and down his back gently. But when the albino pulled away a bit and made eye contact with him, Michael paused in rubbing his back and listened to his words. He smiled again as he leaned into the hand on his cheek, fondly looking at him as he spoke. He happily returned the gentle kiss as he lifted a hand to place it over Amos', those last words causing a sigh of contentment to escape him. "I'll always do the best I can to be so patient with you as you are to me. We each have our flaws, Amos... And there is no denying that." He spoke, stroking his own thumb against the back of his boyfriend's hand as it rested against his cheek. "I love you Amos... You've shown me things that I probably could never have imagined before. I enjoy being in your company as well, and there wouldn't be a thing I would like changed. Except maybe letting me pay every now and then." He spoke, a small twinkle of amusement lighting up in his eyes. He then leaned forward to gently press his lips against his boyfriend's, soon moving his hand away from Amos' and to the back of his head where he tangled his fingers in that white hair. He pulled away slightly after about a minute, his lips brushing against the albino's. "Thank you for being here for me... For being my friend and more. I don't ever want to let you go." He spoke softly to him, perhaps due to their close proximity but he could care less about that currently. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 10, 2017 21:49:44 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos contentedly lay his head on his boyfriend's shoulder again for the moment. Just happy with the way things were right in that moment. For just... That moment.. Things were perfect. "I never thought that... I would ever feel comfortable being so close to someone like this.. And every day it's more and more.. And I thought that... Maybe life was better if I did everything my own way and kept completely to myself. But... I'm glad you decided to pick on me that day. I.. I literally asked you out, just to prove you wrong. And yet... You're the one that.. Changed me.. So much."
After a few moments he sat up a bit and wrapped his arms around Michael's neck, shifting in his lap to face him. "I..." A dark blush found its way into his cheeks. The albino nervously placed his hands on his boyfriend's chest. This... This wasn't a good idea right? Out here in the middle of nowhere... Still, Amos shifted closer to the other male, bringing a somewhat heated kiss to his lips. Yep. This was a bad idea indeed.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 11, 2017 0:21:39 GMT
The blonde teen rested his head lightly against his boyfriend's as he had been resting his head on his shoulder once more, simply content with how things were currently. His eyes closed as he kept his arms wrapped around his boyfriend as he cuddled him like that under the tree they sat under, enjoying this moment of peace they were graced with. Though when Amos began to speak, Michael opened his eyes once more but remained where he was as he listened to him with a gentle smile on his face. He loved how they were able to gain such moments like this more and more, to let the albino actually have human contact than to be closed off as he had been. "Well, I'm glad you did ask me out... And I'm glad I didn't back out on going." He responded with a light chuckle, momentarily thinking back to that encounter of theirs in the music room. He was pulled out of his train of thought when Amos sat up a bit, lifting his head as well, and wrapped his arms around his neck while shifting in his lap to face him. A small blush had risen to his own cheeks at that, though Amos' blush was by far much darker. He just stared at his boyfriend as he seemed to want to say something but trailed off, his hands shifting to be placed against his chest. When the albino shifted closer and gave him a somewhat heated kiss, Michael blinked once before he leaned into it and returned it as best as he could. His hands slid to wrap around his waist and pull him slightly closer as he returned that kiss in ease due to no other eyes watching them. Besides, who else would have been out here in the middle of nowhere, without a restraining order at least, in the first place? A hand eventually slid up along his back to tangle its fingers into his hair, gently gripping the white locks as he tilted his head to the side slightly to try and kiss him a bit more yet also not wanting to push him any further than he was comfortable with. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 11, 2017 0:55:47 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos let out a soft little moan as he allowed Michael to deepen their kiss, his body tensing beneath the other's hands on him. He wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this, but he really wanted to. The albino shifted closer to him, straddling his waist and pressing up against him. For some reason, the feeling of the other's fingers in his hair felt so... Welcome.. So nice... Amos pulled away for a moment, panting ever so lightly. Of course his nerves were almost worse than the hormones driving him, and it was a real struggle in his head. Still, he brought another kiss to Michael's lips, but he wasn't sure that he could really hold it, and he found himself quickly pulling away again. Should he really be doing this? They had made out before... But he always chickened out before it got... intense. And this was no different. Still, he found himself running his hands along the blonde's body, already picking at the buttons on his shirt. Was he really doing that?
"Heh... I.. I..." But he wasn't even sure what to say. That he didn't want to do this? But he did... But was he sure he did? Again he found himself moving without thought, kissing his boyfriend again, pulling the rest of the buttons on his shirt open and running his hands along his chest. Gods.. His skin was so soft... And he smelled so good... all the time.. He couldn't really deny that he hadn't thought about it, especially lately. He really blamed the season and all the horny teenagers and old fucking bastards he was always surrounded by. But out here, there was really no one to blame but himself.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 11, 2017 2:09:37 GMT
Michael had continued to kiss Amos in that heated manner, glad that the kiss was allowed to be deepened. He had caught that soft little moan from his boyfriend, his heart quickening in pace and when the albino had straddled his waist and pressed himself up against him, Michael just pulled him a little closer as he kissed him more. When Amos had pulled away a little, Michael panted lightly and was just anticipating for when the albino would call it quits since that was how their make out sessions normally ended. But when he was given another kiss the blonde had no problem with returning it. Though Amos was soon pulling out of it once more, Michael licking his lips a little as he gazed at him. However, a blink of surprise came from the blonde teen as the albino had ran his hands over his body and then begun to unbutton his shirt. Now, this was certainly new and he was most certainly not complaining. As he was given another kiss, Michael eagerly returned that and slipped a hand under his shirt to let his hand run up along his back. As Amos let his hands run over his body after opening his shirt, Michael's muscles flexed under his touches. Gods this was new but so exhilarating! He pulled his hands away, not daring to break the kiss, as he moved to also unbutton his boyfriend's shirt as best as he could. His scent, his touch...everything about him could be so damn addicting. It took a few moments but he eventually opened up his shirt and let his hands explore his boyfriend's upper torso, wanting to memorize everything about him. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 11, 2017 4:05:06 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino didn't break the kiss until his lungs burned with their need for air. But even though it was broken, he continued to lightly kiss at Michael's lips as he panted, continuing to feel him up as much as he could. But this was wrong wasn't it? This would make him just like them... Prove his sister right.. Wouldn't it? Still... It felt so good. He found himself kissing down along Michael's neck. Was that right? If it wasn't... Why did it feel that way? Amos pulled away, obvious lust hazing his crimson eyes. He panted lightly, his body a bit flushed with the heat between them, after all, he was always so pale, so any sort of heat caused this beautiful flushed skin.
"Michael... I.." But he still wasn't sure what he could say. The feeling of his boyfriend's hands on his skin was more than he really could handle. His brain had started to shut off some time ago. "I... I've never... Felt like this before..." Well, that was true. Sure, he had had his moments, but he usually ignored them. But this. This was completely different. "I don't... know what to do... I.. I want this.. But I..." Moral dilemmas were really starting to piss him off.
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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Male
17
Years Old
Bisexual
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user is offline ●
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Foresight
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Umbralkinesis
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Fear Manipulation
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'Let the darkness consume you...'
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Creeps
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Second Year
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 11, 2017 4:46:22 GMT
Michael had continued to kiss Amos until his lungs also screamed for much needed air, panting as he returned the light kisses as best as he could. His hands continued to move about his boyfriend's body, wanting to discover everything he could about what made him tick. At the kisses to the side of his neck, the blonde teen tilted his head to the side for him. His mind, and body, was already craving the albino as he pulled his boyfriend a little closer to himself while running his hands over his body under his opened shirt. Though when the albino pulled away Michael looked at him, taking a few moments to notice the lust-hazed eyes the albino sported. He swallowed as he panted lightly, his heart trying to escape his chest. Gods, he wanted him... The way his pale skin flushed from the heat from the both of them was nearly perfect as well, making the blonde want more of it. He listened to his words as his hand continued their exploration, soon just pulling him into another heated kiss before he broke that and kissed down his neck slowly then. "I want this too... I want you..." He told him, nibbling his collarbone a little before kissing it. "But not here," he lifted his head to look at him and pulled him closer so that they could possibly press their bare chests together a bit. "Stay in my dorm tonight... I don't want to part ways with you so soon... I've... Never felt this way about a person before. Only you... And I want to keep it that way.." He told him, giving him another kiss as he was doing his best to not really jump him. "I love you Amos... But I want this to be special for us.." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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