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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 12, 2017 21:49:28 GMT
Michael smiled to his boyfriend at the question on how often he drank wine, simply going to get the bottle of wine and a couple of glasses for himself and Amos. "Not often, but I occasionally will drink it with dinner." He told him, returning with the wine and handing him a glass before he sat down beside him. He swished the liquid gently around in his glass before he brought it up to sip from it, soon lowering it as he leaned back and rested an arm along the back of the couch. "Oui, it is good! And I'm glad you like it!" He responded with a grin at his boyfriend's reaction to the wine. "It was imported, or rather smuggled, from France. So that is the finest wine you'll ever taste!" He added with a light laugh, blushing slightly before he glanced down at his wine and then sipped at it again. "I would, um... Not drink more wine tonight if you drink it quickly. You see, since wine is still an alcohol, you take in a lot of it at once rather than a little from time to time from the sipping." He spoke, leaning forward to set his glass on the coffee table. He then turned to face his boyfriend, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. "Have you ever been drunk before, Amos?" He asked curiously, watching him as he dropped his hand from his hair. "Not that I want you to be drunk though! I just.. I won't take advantage of you if you're drunk. Not that I would while you're sober too..." He spoke, blushing a bit more as he lowered his gaze. He almost wished that Luka and Lily wouldn't show up for dinner now, the blonde teen just simply wanting his albino boyfriend all to himself. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 12, 2017 22:07:35 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos watched him for a bit, so elegantly sipping from his glass the way he did. A soft blush crossed his face at the question and he should his head. "I don't really... Drink.. Ever.. I usually taste wine before cooking with it.. But it never has tasted like this before." Amos brought his glass back to his lips, taking another sip. It was strong, but it wasn't overpowering like most cheap wines were. He almost spit out his wine at the comment about not taking advantage of him. He supposed that was good to know but he wasn't sure he had really needed that sort of assurance. He had seen plenty of drunks in his lifetime, sloppy and otherwise. "Wh-what about you? Have you ever... Been drunk before?" It wasn't like he really needed to know, but he was curious. Just like he was rather curious if Michael had ever.... Nope. He wasn't going to think of that. For some reason it made him rather flustered.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 13, 2017 12:59:38 GMT
Michael blushed a bit at the reaction he had gotten from Amos after his comment on not taking advantage of him. Gods that was as smooth as a rocky cliff. He shifted slightly and reached over to grab his glass of wine again, lifting it to his lips to take a sip from it. At his question on if he had ever been drunk before, a small smile managed to cross his face as he lowered his wine glass and looked to him. "Have I ever been drunk before..? Yeah, once. It was about the first time I started drinking wine really, didn't really have a clue as to what I was doing so..." Michael responded, shrugging a bit as his eyes traveled back to his glass of wine as he gently swished that around. "Needless to say I was not a happy camper the next day." He added with a small chuckle, glancing back over to his boyfriend. He scanned his eyes over his flustered face before he just leaned closer towards him, gently placing a kiss or two along his jawline. After a few moments he gently pressed his lips against the albino's, scooting just somewhat closer to him but also not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 13, 2017 18:11:41 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Michael shifted closer to him and gently kissed at his jawline before moving to kiss him, and he felt that burning feeling run through his body again. It was such an odd sensation, but he couldn't really deny that he liked it. Amos made a soft noise as he kissed the blonde back, lifting a hand to tangle his fingers in the other's silky blonde hair. He loved the way it felt. Always so soft and smooth.. So unlike his own unruly mess of a head. For some reason he couldn't really help himself, letting his other hand move up his boyfriend's chest as he kissed him back a little more fiercely than before. The poor albino really had no idea why he felt so needy at the moment, but he wasn't sure he really cared. Amos shifted himself and moved to straddle the other's lap, pushing him back into the couch a bit. He couldn't really help the heat that ran through his body, and it almost scared him. Still, he just wanted to be closer to him. To feel him... Everywhere... That was normal right?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 13, 2017 21:06:16 GMT
Michael carefully placed their wine glasses on the coffee table without breaking the kiss, allowing the albino to tangle his fingers into his blonde hair. A hand moved to rest on his leg as he leaned into the kiss, at least until he was met by his boyfriend kissing him back more fiercely. It was nearly like when they were under that tree, that heat rushing back along with the need to just...keep him close. To feel him and just...have him for himself. When Amos moved to straddle him, Michael couldn't really complain. He wanted him. His hands slid up his back before his hands went to start unbuttoning it before just giving up on that and worked their way under his shirt to run them up his sides and back. Gods, his skin was soft for a peasant! He pulled him closer as much as he could, a small groan escaping him as he deepened the kiss. Dinner and their guests far from his mind as he made out with his boyfriend in such a heated manner once more. He broke the kiss after a few minutes and panted a little as his lips brushed against Amos', soon going to nuzzle his neck and place a few heated kisses there as well. No doubt leaving a mark or two on accident. His hands had moved to begin unbuttoning his top once more, at least...until there was a knock. At first Michael paid it no mind, it'd go away eventually right? But the knocking continued on and an annoyed look crossed his features as he looked towards the door, wondering just who the hell would be coming to interrupt them. But then it hit him. Luka and Lily. Dinner. "Shit... I almost forgot.." He muttered, looking back to Amos as he began to button up his top once more. "Dammit, they're already here?" He muttered once more, soon giving his boyfriend a quick kiss as he carefully removed him from his lap. "Dinner... After dinner and they're gone... It'll be just the two of us. Promise." He told him, glancing towards the door once more before he gestured towards the kitchen area. He then moved over towards the door, fixing up his hair and anything else before he grabbed the handle. The blonde teen glanced over to his boyfriend to make sure he looked fine as well, despite them both blushing most likely, and then opened the door. "Just in time for dinner. Everything should be ready." He greeted with a smile, doing his best to act like nothing had just been going on. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 13, 2017 23:14:26 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos found himself pressing more up against his boyfriend. This was all so wonderful feeling! Like electricity, like fire but so... Hot! His body was so flushed at all the touches from the blonde, these kisses... The feeling of Michael's lips on his neck was so... But his entire body filled with some sort of euphoric feeling as Michael's hands ran up his sides. Dear. Fucking. Gods! "Haah!" The albino blushed fairly darkly at the sound that had somehow come from him. He returned each and every kiss with some sort of needy passion that he hadn't been aware that he was capable of.
But then there was a knock. Shit! Of course! Dinner! Damnit! Amos flushed quite darkly again before quickly making his way to the bathroom to cool himself off. It wasn't like he was a normal colored boy, he couldn't just will the blush away. He splashed a bunch of cold water on his face until it started to cool down. Still.. What the hell was wrong with him right now? All of this... Wasn't like him. Not at all.
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Luka had made his way to the door with Lily, but pulled her behind him when he saw the blue haired kid from earlier still sitting in the hallway in from of the dorm room. That was... Odd. Still, he had mentioned that he was looking for Amos, but to still be here was a bit of a shock to him. "Oh uhh.. I.. I can leave..."
But Luka shook his head. "Let's umm.. Just see what they say, hmm? Knowing Amos he's made enough food to feed an army.." Luka shrugged and knocked on the door as the other male stood up. Lily moved a bit closer to Luka, but continued to stare at the new person. Michael looked a bit flustered when he answered the door, but fine otherwise. Amos slowly appeared behind him, looking about the same. Luka just shook his head and watched as Lily walked in, past them both. "Erm.. This guy.."
Amos glared towards the other male. "No. Come on Ri, let's get you a plate hmm?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 0:07:38 GMT
Michael blinked as the blue-haired kid was there still, soon glancing over his shoulder as Amos had appeared behind him and, from the looks of it, gotten back into that grumpy mood again. A small sigh escaped him and he just let Amos and Lily wander off before looking back to Luka and the other boy. "Go ahead and get yourself some food, Luka." He told the third year, glancing to him briefly before looking back to the boy. Damn...he looked similar to Amos. Very. Similar. He waited until Luka was inside before he stepped out, closing the door partially so that he could still get in without having to unlock it. He then crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side slightly. "Why are you looking for Amos?" He questioned him, eyes locking onto his face and making eye contact. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Aerin Noviaer on Apr 14, 2017 0:32:00 GMT
| The boy stood there for a moment, backing up as Michael came out and shut the door, a bit of a frown on his face. But then there was the question. He stood there for a moment, putting his hand up on the back of his neck for a moment in some form of nervousness. It wasn't like he was good with people. "Err.. He's my... Half-brother.." What else could he really say on that matter? But a soft sigh escaped him as he stuck his nervous hands in his pockets, leaning back against the wall of the hallway. "My father is... Was.. His too." As unfortunate as it was. "When my parents died I found my mother's journal.. She was so pissed when she found out what had happened but.. She had his mother listed.. And.. Him.. And.. He's the only family I've got left... I.. I guess this is a bad time though.. I can always come back.. Later.."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 0:40:33 GMT
Michael tilted his chin up slightly as he listened to the boy speak, keeping his eyes trained on him. After a few moments he sighed and shook his head before he took a step towards the boy. "He sure as hell thinks someone else put you up to this. He's never told anyone what you told him." He told him, aiming to just back him against the wall on the opposite side of the hall. "If you even want him to try and listen to you... I suggest you make sure you have solid proof other than just your word. And yeah, this is bad timing. Look, sorry you're all alone now... But if you want to get to know him and actually talk to him about this... Show him the damn journal." He spoke, stopping a foot or so away from the boy. "What's your name?" Word count: --- Tag: Aerin Noviaer
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Post by Aerin Noviaer on Apr 14, 2017 0:56:45 GMT
| The boy squished himself against the wall as much as he possibly could as the other stepped towards him. He wasn't one for conflict, and he wasn't entirely sure that this conflict or threats was the point of this, but still he tried to get farther from the other male if he could. He shifted a bit as the other male mentioned the journal and stepped away before he slid his hand into the messenger bag on his hip. "H-here. I.. Did bring it with he just.. Never... Asked..." He willingly opened it and handed it over to the blonde if he really wanted it. It was dated roughly 16 years prior, and definitely in a woman's handwriting. If Michael had inspected the journal, the page it was on was clearly written by a very unhappy wife, going on about how she was absolutely horrified and disgusted by her husbands actions, and how she wished she could do more for the poor girl that he had attacked, going as far as to track her down and offer her money for an abortion, or compensation for her and her son to live a comfortable life, both of which the girl had refused.
"If.. Err.. You could just... Give it to him if you.. Want.. Err.." He shifted a bit again, closing his eyes for a few moments. "My number is in your phone."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 1:22:18 GMT
Michael kept his eyes on him, frowning slightly as the kid fished out a journal and opened it to him. He let his gaze linger on his face for a few more moments before he took the journal and read what was written on the page. He was silent for several long moments as he had to reread it a few times while the boy spoke, soon flicking his eyes up to him at his last words. He snapped the journal shut and shoved it against his chest a bit. "Like hell I'll be the one to give it to him. I'm not your damn messenger. You give it to him yourself." He then stepped closer, still pressing the journal against his chest still. "And how the hell is your number in my phone? I don't even know your damn name." He then released the journal and took a step back, slipping a hand into his pocket as he tilted his chin up a little. "And don't try to lie to me.." Word count: --- Tag: Aerin Noviaer
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Post by Aerin Noviaer on Apr 14, 2017 1:33:07 GMT
| The boy blinked at the other's hostility of sorts at him. The took back the journal that was thrust at him and put it back in his bag. Had he done something to piss of this person? Or was it his effect on the albino that was causing this? "Err.. I'm a technopath.. I can manipulate technology... I just... Put my.. Number in.. Erm.. S-sorry.. Uhh.. I've been rude and I'm sorry.. My name is Aerin. I.. I didn't mean to upset you.." The boy shook his head a bit and started to move away. "I'm sorry. I'll.. come back some other time." After all, he seemed to already be causing some sort of trouble. This person was mad at him for some reason, not that he was entirely sure why. It wasn't like he knew about Lily or the circumstances. It had taken him half a year to finally work up the nerve to approach the rather unapproachable albino. And it was only because of his recent change in attitude... Not that he knew that he had Michael to blame for that either.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 1:43:38 GMT
Michael listened to him as he spoke, not bothering to pull his phone out of his pocket as he watched him begin to retreat and give his apologies. He let him wander off a little before he cracked a knuckle with a finger. He then turned to face him and lifted a hand to run it through his hair. "You want to talk to him? Fine, can't stop you from that. I mean I could, but I shouldn't really be putting myself in the middle right now. Come back later, yeah. He's more than likely ready to punch your lights out if you try to advance further today." He told him, taking a step or two towards him. "Semora hall or the roof. Your pick. I'll try to get him there, but I'm not promising anything so you better have a damn good argument as to why he should listen to you and have that journal with you also." He told him, soon turning around to go walk back to his door. "Tomorrow or two days." Word count: --- Tag: Aerin Noviaer
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 14, 2017 2:10:30 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos had already situated Luka and Lily both with plates and was in the process of dressing his own and Michael's when the blonde returned. But he didn't really say anything about it, not really wondering where the blonde had gone. Maybe to clear his head a little after being... Interrupted like this. Maybe it was his fault for being so.. Distracting? Was that the right word for it? Luka glanced at the blonde for a moment but he went back to staring at his plate. "This looks wonderful, as usual, Amos. Good job!"
"Yeah.. Thanks." Amos mentioned, setting Michael's plate on the table for him before grabbing his own. "So.. Did you have fun out there, Ri?"
"Mmhm! We got lots of new clothes! And Nao even got some makeup! And-" But she blushed and looked down at her plate. Amos smiled a bit, but seemed to realize that he was smiling and shook his head before sitting down. "Umm.. Can I.. Stay with Nao tonight? Erm... Please?"
The albino blinked at his sister for a moment and nodded. "Uhh. Sure. If that's okay."
Luka smiled and nodded happily. "Of course! I'm sure Nao is going to be thrilled that you can make it!" Besides, that would leave Amos and Michael to... Do whatever they were going to do.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 2:51:45 GMT
Michael entered his dorm again and walked over to the table as Amos had just finished getting his plate full of food and set it on the table. He offered his boyfriend a smile of thanks as he did that and went to sit down where his plate was, only to pause before he did so and went to grab the glasses of wine from the coffee table. He set the albino's glass of wine by his plate, giving his cheek a quick kiss, and went back to his seat with his own glass and took a sip of it. A smile crossed his features as he listened to Lily eagerly responded to Amos' question. A small chuckle escaped him as she had cut herself off, soon glancing to his boyfriend. He then turned his attention back to Lily as he tilted his head slightly with a friendly expression on his face. "Do you have any plans with Nao tomorrow?" He asked her curiously, also trying his best to just...well, interact. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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