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Getting Back to Normal(Closed}
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Akira
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Aura Manip
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Dream Manip
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Power Absorb
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Played by: Akira
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 15, 2018 20:26:50 GMT -6
What would you say if you could say Everything you needed to, To the one you needed to? | [attr="class","scroll"] It was a long road to recovery for the poor albino that was for sure. It hadn't been all that long since he had gotten home from the hospital, but still, he shut himself up in his room. He buried himself in his blankets and refused to eat or come out for any reason. Though, he would still get up and lock himself in the bathroom for hours at a time, scrubbing himself rather vigorously until his skin was practically raw, before going back into his bed and passing out for many hours.
Akira often paced around the kitchen, but after while, he had to leave him alone, right? He could always have Kyou pick the lock or break the door down, but that wouldn't really help either. It would probably just make everything so much worse if he did invade what little privacy the albino thought he had. He would have Aryn try to bring him food, but it always went untouched. He had called Shai over a few times, trying to get the albino to talk, but he refused to see him either.
Nearly two weeks had passed since the time that Amos had come home from the hospital, and Akira was sitting at the table with Michael, his head in his hands. He was so near the end of his rope with desperation for his lover to get better, that he wasn't even sure what to do with himself anymore. So he decided that he would go up and work for awhile, maybe drowning himself in work would make things a little bit better. Which left Michael on his own downstairs when the door finally clicked open.
Amos padded out to the kitchen quite softly, probably catching the blonde off guard when he finally appeared. He was dressed in a an overly large hoodie, and extremely loose sweatpants that were literally tied around his middle. Amos never wore things that were way too big for him like this. His hair was completely disheveled and he looked even paler than usual if that was even possible. His eyes were puffed up and sunken in at the same time, from crying and lack of sleep. But he froze once he got there, his hand on his stomach. His eyes darted to the floor and he slowly made his way towards the fridge. Once he got there, his hand rested on the handle, but he couldn't open it. He was simply frozen. He couldn't move, he couldn't think. If Michael got closer to him, he just backed up until he hit the counter, which he grabbed onto rather tightly. He knew it was ridiculous, he knew that Michael wouldn't hurt him... "Erm... H-hungry..." Maybe he could get Michael to make him some food...
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I lose my voice when I look at you Can't make a noise though I'm trying to tell you all the right words
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Kyrarei
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Foresight
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Fear Manipulation
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Shadow Scythe
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Played by: Creeps
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Post by Michael Wolf on Sept 17, 2018 16:44:04 GMT -6
Michael Caspian Wolf It had been nearly two weeks since Amos had returned from the hospital, yet the albino kept himself locked up in his room for hours on end, only coming out and locking himself up in the bathroom for hours again. Food brought up to him from Aryn went untouched, Akira pacing around in a worried manner. He had been sitting at the kitchen table with the brunette for some time until he left to go do work. So here he was, sitting alone at the kitchen table while a black kitten lurked around in the kitchen nearby. He sighed as he tapped the table and lifted a hand to run it through his hair. However, a soft sound reached his ears and he turned in his chair a little until he saw the pale boy, eyes widening a bit. He watched as Amos moved to the kitchen and to the fridge, the blonde getting up with a slight scrape of the chair as he did that. He walked over to the fridge and Amos in a quick manner before stopping short, unfortunately watching as the albino backed up until he bumped into the counter and gripped onto it. He looked at him with a sadness and pain in his eyes, clenching his teeth briefly. He could feel the fear coming from him, causing the blonde to close his eyes for a moment before he opened them and looked at Amos once again. He nodded at his words and took a small step forward before he hesitated and moved back once more. "Here, why don't you go sit down at the table... I'll make you something to eat, yeah?" He spoke gently, pausing to give him a small smile. "I'm glad to see you again...thought I'd never see your face again." He added before he turned away to open the fridge and get him something to eat. Of course he wanted to give him a full meal but he figured he could start off with something small and work his way up. Once he got him something to eat he brought it over to where Amos was and gave it to him carefully. "Here you go, love. You can get more, don't worry. I just...want you to take it easy for a bit. Since you haven't been eating and all... I just...want you to, uh, start small and work your way up. So that way you don't get sick." He told him, reaching a hand out to run it through his hair but paused halfway and pulled it back. He then moved away to sit on the other side of the table, running a hand through his hair again. "How...how are you holding up, love?" [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Akira
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Aura Manip
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Dream Manip
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Power Absorb
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Played by: Akira
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 17, 2018 18:26:50 GMT -6
What would you say if you could say Everything you needed to, To the one you needed to? | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino gave a small, shaky nod before skirting around the edge of the kitchen and back to the table. He wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to sit down, so he just stood there, staring at the chair. Maybe he shouldn't have come out here. Maybe he should've just waited for Aryn to bring him food again. Still, eventually Michael brought something semi-edible to the table and set it down for him, explaining that he wanted Amos to take it slowly so that he wouldn't get sick. Well it wasn't like he was an idiot, he knew that from all his time spent on the streets. Still, even with it right in front of him, all he could do was poke it around the plate. "Love...?" A small snort left the albino at that.
He shook his head and let out a small sigh. "I'm not hungry anymore.." He muttered, though he didn't quite get up just yet. "I'm... I'm fine. To answer your question... But. Don't call me that." He stabbed his fork into his food, then stabbed it again. Another, slightly irritated huff left him before he let his fork rest and crossed his arms over his chest. Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at the blonde. Maybe he wasn't as ready to face Michael as he thought he had been. "I'm going back to work tomorrow. I can't afford anymore time off. So.. I'm... I want to. I want to get my life back..." He just wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to stay here. Whether or not he wanted Michael or Akira to be a part of it. "After.. After I catch up I'll... I'll be out of your way.. You can do whatever you want to then..." He practically whispered it, but he shoved himself backwards and off to his room again. He supposed he wasn't quite ready for the whole of that conversation just yet.
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"He said what now?" Akira was having a really hard time believing that Amos would have told Michael that he was leaving, but at the same time, maybe he could understand. A soft sigh left him and he shook his head. "Maybe I should go try talking to him.. But he's probably more pissed at me than he is at you." He leaned back in his chair and pulled Michael down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist. "We're idiots.. And he's paying for it. We deserve it... Him being pissed off at us. I would be.." He rested his forehead against the other's shoulder. "That's it.. We have to pay for what we've done... So let's go apologize to him properly now that he's not in his hole anymore."
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Akira had somehow managed to get the both of them downstairs and outside of Amos's door, where he knocked a few times. Upon receiving no answer, Akira decided to just find a way to pick the lock. Invading on the albino's privacy might not have been the best idea, but it was the only one he had right now. "Amos... We need to talk this out.. Please. I know you don't want to bu-"
"Get out. I didn't tell you to come in here! Get out!"
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I lose my voice when I look at you Can't make a noise though I'm trying to tell you all the right words
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Kyrarei
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Foresight
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Fear Manipulation
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Shadow Scythe
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Played by: Creeps
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Post by Michael Wolf on Sept 19, 2018 13:27:05 GMT -6
Michael Caspian Wolf Michael blinked at the soft snort followed by his mutter of not being hungry anymore, a bit taken aback. What'd he do? "Amos? Amos, lo-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or upset you." He spoke, starting to reach across the table but paused and pulled his hand back. He sighed a little and leaned back in his chair, lifting a hand to run it through his hair as he scanned his eyes over the albino as he stabbed his fork at the food on his plate a few times before speaking once more. Work? How the hell was he supposed to work in the state he was in? "Amos, please, you can't go to work in the state you're in." He spoke to him, leaning forward a little as he placed a hand on the table. He sighed and shook his head after a moment, running a hand through his hair once more. "Look, I know you want to get your life back together; and I want you too as well, but you're just going to end up hurting yourself like this." He told him, furrowing his brows slightly before he blinked once and just stared at Amos at his next set of whispered words. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out as he watched Amos practically shove himself back and flee the scene. Was he seriously wanting to leave? ~~~~~~ Michael sighed as he paced back and forth in front of his brunette lover, shaking his head a little. "That's what he said. I just..." He trailed off as he lifted a hand to rub his face, closing his eyes for a few moments as he continued to listen to what Akira was saying. He paused in his pacing and looked towards Akira, an unreadable expression on his face but there was no doubt that the brunette could feel what emotions were running through him. "I really want to help him, love..." He began, but trailed off once more as Akira pulled him down onto his lap, an arm wrapping around his shoulders as the brunette's arms wrapped around his waist. He frowned a little at his words, but he knew he was right. He just simply rested his head against the top of Akira's and groaned a little, closing his eyes as he shifted his head a little to bury his face into his hair. Gods his scent...it was near addicting, but it was also comforting for the blonde in a huge way. "Big, stupid idiots." He muttered into his boyfriend's hair, keeping his eyes shut as he shifted a little to hug him. "Yeah, let's do that... We've got to make things right." ~~~~~~ Somehow Akira had managed to get the both of them down to Amos' room, where the duo now stood as the brunette knocked a few times on the albino's door. Michael ran a hand through his hair, again, as he glanced worriedly towards the door. However, upon receiving no answer Akira had gone ahead and decided to pick the lock and invade the albino's privacy, which was sorely met with an angered albino on the other side upon their entrance to the room. Michael had been silent for a little bit before he walked forward and moved towards Amos, just throwing his arms around him and pulling him close as he hid his face into his fluffy, white hair for a few moments. "Amos, would you just listen to us, please?" He asked him quietly, determined to keep holding him close. "I am not going to hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you. I don't want you leaving either. What we did was wrong, so wrong, and I'm, we're sorry. So sorry." He told him, kissing the top of his head gently. "Amos, please don't lock yourself away anymore. Please don't..don't.." He trailed off, shaking his head a little before he'd loosen his grip on the albino slightly. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Akira
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Aura Manip
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Dream Manip
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Power Absorb
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Played by: Akira
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 19, 2018 14:33:58 GMT -6
What would you say if you could say Everything you needed to, To the one you needed to? | [attr="class","scroll"] Akira was rather shocked at Michael just going for it like that, and from the look on the albino's face, Amos was too. Amos froze as Michael wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. It was as if a bomb had gone off. He felt blind, and deaf, and the whole world was falling apart around him. "You... You... get... Let go of me... Get out of here.. both of you.. Leave me alone! Get off of me! Get out! Get out!" But Akira joined the blonde in holding their albino lover. Amos screamed at them, tried to wriggle his way from their grasp. He clawed at them, shoved them, tried to get away from them. But neither of them would let him go. He broke down and began to sob endlessly into them. It hurt.. Everything hurt so much.
"Amos..." Akira just held him closer, running his fingers through the albino's hair. "Please... We don't want you to go... We made a mistake.. A horrible, awful mistake... You don't have to forgive us for that... But we really do want you to stay..."
"Liar!" Amos yelled, once again trying to pull away from them. "Liar!"
"No.. Please... Amos.." Akira pulled away a bit, gripping the albino's chin and forcing him to look at him. "It's my fault.. I.. I misunderstood.. I was stupid.. But please.. I love you... I have always loved you.. Ever since the very beginning.. And I'm so sorry... Everything that happened.. It's my fault.. I know it is.. My stupidness. You don't deserve that. If you really want to leave.. I won't stop you.. But please... Can you please give us one more chance? We really want to try again... We really want you to stay with us.."
"Then why... Why do neither of you..." He shook his head. "All I see from either of you is pity.. Guilt... I don't want any of it." It was practically a growl from his throat, which was fairly unlike him. "Get out. Both of you.. Just leave me alone."
"No!" Akira apparently had enough of his shit, and ripped the albino from the arms of the blonde and pinned him down to the bed. "Stop being a fucking idiot before I knock you over the head! I'm an idiot! Michael is an idiot! And you.. You've suffered so much because of that. Nothing I can do will make that better, but you know what? I've forgiven you, time and time again for all of the stupid shit you've done! You owe me this! I don't care if you are too proud or too damaged for it! I didn't have to take you back! You didn't have to come back here! You chose to! And now you're just going to walk away from it all? Fuck you then." Akira huffed and stormed off in his usual agitated fashion, leaving Amos to just sit there, stunned.
A few moments passed before he came out of whatever shock he was in. He had felt it. Everything that he had put Akira through... It had finally hit him. Again he found tears on the edges of his eyes and fell down his face. He lifted a hand and put it over his face. "How... How is this... My fault..." But maybe it was.. Maybe life with Michael was a much better option for Akira. Maybe he had always known that, ever since the very beginning. But this... The way that Akira had felt... Amos shook his head. "I'm sorry... I..." He shook his head. "Go... He needs you more than I do.."
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I lose my voice when I look at you Can't make a noise though I'm trying to tell you all the right words
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Kyrarei
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Foresight
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Fear Manipulation
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Shadow Scythe
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Played by: Creeps
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Post by Michael Wolf on Sept 19, 2018 15:56:27 GMT -6
Michael Caspian Wolf Michael continued to hug Amos even as Akira joined in despite the albino's best efforts to shove them away and just free himself from their grasp. He continued to hold on as the albino struggled against the both of them until Akira apparently had enough. He blinked and took a small step back as Akira pulled Amos away and proceeded to pin him down on the bed, snapping at him before he eventually stormed out in an agitated manner. He glanced between the door and Amos for a few moments until Amos spoke, his eyes traveling over to him. A soft sigh escaped him before he carefully walked over to him and knelt down, reaching his hands out to grab his hands and give them a gentle squeeze. "Hey...calm down..." He murmured to him, remaining where he was as he looked up at Amos. He clenched his teeth as he saw the tears before he pushed himself up and moved to sit down next to him, wrapping an arm around him and gently pulling him close. He then lifted a hand to wipe away his tears, kissing the top of his head. "You've been through a lot, and like he said I don't expect you to forgive either one of us." He spoke in a low, gentle voice as he waited a few moments before he carefully pulled Amos into his lap to gently rock him as he hugged him. "It's not your fault either. It's Akira's and mine. We were stupid, so stupid and you paid for that stupidity. But I swear Amos, I don't want you to leave. I know you make Akira happy being here, but you also make me happy... I know we haven't spent much time together and I've put work before the both of you, but I want to change. Change for the better." He paused, licking his lips a little as he nuzzled his head. "Please, can you give us another chance to make things right? For the three of us? I need you as much as he does. I want to be involved more with the both of you, to...to finally be able to call this place home. But that home includes the both of you." He told him gently, still rocking him in what he could only hope as a soothing manner. He was quiet after that, simply sitting there holding Amos. He honestly lost track of time for a little bit but a small pressure on the bed caught his attention, revealing a little black cat who just judgmentally stared at them. "Heh, hey Amos...look who came to visit." He murmured to him, carefully gesturing over towards his little kitten with that wonderfully fitting collar. ~~~~~~ Some hours passed and Michael had eventually convinced Amos to come out of his room with him to find Akira, the blonde promptly walking over to him and giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Hey, stop sulking for a few minutes, okay? I think Amos has something to say... And you don't say a word until he's done." He told him, giving him a small look before he kissed his forehead and moved aside a little. He looked towards the albino and gave him a reassuring nod, even gesturing for him to move closer if he wanted. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Akira
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Aura Manip
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Dream Manip
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Power Absorb
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Played by: Akira
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Post by Amos Vang on Sept 19, 2018 17:25:37 GMT -6
What would you say if you could say Everything you needed to, To the one you needed to? | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos wanted so much to resist being pulled into the blonde's arms. He wanted to shove him away and scream at him or go bury himself in a pile of blankets and never come out. But he didn't. He was too weak from lack of eating or moving around, from fighting with himself every single day, from crying and living with all of this. So he just sat there and cried as the blonde spoke and rocked him in his lap. "You-you're only.. saying that c-cuz of.. wh-what ha-happened.." Amos muttered out. He couldn't help but feel that way about it all. They destroyed him with their little selfish stunt. That's what had caused him to run off in the first place. And now, here he was, weeks afterwards, having been through hell, and now sitting with the very ones that had caused it in the first place. He wasn't sure that he would ever really be able to get over that.
Eventually, he managed to calm down a bit, and he had fallen in and out of sleep. Michael mentioned a visitor, and the sound of his voice nearly startled him awake. His crimson eyes looked over towards the rather judgmental looking black kitten that was grooming her paw and looking above everyone else. He just shook his head a bit before pushing himself off of the blonde and dragging himself over to his pillows where he flopped down.
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After a bit of a nap, Amos groaned and rolled over, though he let out a bit of a yelp and nearly flew off of his bed when he saw Michael still there. Gods, he was going to have to get over that if he was going to stay here and work on things. Still, Michael managed to calm him down and talk to him about Akira and that maybe he should figure out whether or not he wanted to give them another chance. Either way, he should still talk to Akira. So, Amos followed Michael up the stairs to their shared brunette lover. Michael went in first to talk to Akira and Amos waited in the hallway, picking at his sleeves. He wasn't so sure he didn't just want to run back down the stairs and lock himself in his room again. But by the time his feet hit the top of the stairs, Michael was coming out to get him, telling him Akira was willing to listen.
Amos sighed and made his way back, though the butterflies in his stomach were practically killing him. Still, he nervously padded into the room, his eyes still cast to the floor. He felt like he couldn't breathe. "I... I... Umm..." He shifted a bit and shook his head, wrapping his arms around himself. "I... I'll stay... F-for now..." That was really all that he thought that he had to say. "I really am going back to work tomorrow... I.. I'm going to bed..."
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I lose my voice when I look at you Can't make a noise though I'm trying to tell you all the right words
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Kyrarei
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Foresight
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Fear Manipulation
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Shadow Scythe
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Played by: Creeps
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Post by Michael Wolf on Sept 22, 2018 15:37:39 GMT -6
Michael Caspian Wolf Michael gently smiled at his words and glanced down at the brunette to see his reaction about the albino's words. Though after a few moments he looked back towards Amos at his words of going back to get some sleep, the blonde pausing for a few moments before he walked towards him and gently grabbed his hand. "Why don't you join us tonight?" He asked him, giving his hand a soft squeeze. He then glanced back towards Akira once again, tilting his head slightly to see what he thought about it. He released the albino's hand after a few more moments and flicked his eyes between the both of them as he moved to the side a little so that he could see them better. "How about I go get us something to snack on? Maybe we could all watch something together? Cheese, meat, crackers, tomatoes..." He trailed off, licking his lips a little as he shifted his footing and ran a hand through his hair. Quite a quirk he had definitely had. "Or is there anything else I could get either one of you?" He added after about a minute, his hand sliding to rest on the back of his neck. "I...I think it might be nice if the three of us just...spent some time together. Even if that be watching a movie or spending the night.." He trailed off again, unsure if his words would be considered by his lovers or not. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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18 Years Old
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Male
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Homosexual
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Akira
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Aura Manip
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Dream Manip
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Power Absorb
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Played by: Akira
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Post by Amos Vang on Oct 9, 2018 19:34:10 GMT -6
What would you say if you could say Everything you needed to, To the one you needed to? | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino just shook his head and mentioned again that he was going to bed before heading back down to his room, making sure to lock the door behind him in case either of his supposed lovers dared to follow him. His mood had deteriorated rather quickly after listening to their apologies, though he supposed he should have taken them to heart, it was still something that he wasn't quite going to get over that quickly. He decided to go and brush his teeth and scrub himself raw in the shower again before finally crawling into bed. He curled up and buried himself under the blankets before eventually passing out. He had waited quite some time for a knock that never came, and he supposed it was better that way. He tossed and turned most of the night, waking up in cold sweats and muffled screams into his pillows. The nightmares were the worst part. No matter what he tried, he just could not get them to go away, but then again, he never really tried anything.
Still, morning came around eventually and he repeated his actions of the night, scrubbing himself nearly raw, then brushing his teeth, brushing his hair. He stepped out to get dressed in his familiar work clothes. He really had missed them. He was out the door quietly before any of the others rose, and headed to work. It had been hard for him to catch a cab, but after a few blocks, pain started to build up within him so he figured that it would just be better to sit in the back of a car for a little bit than try to walk another few miles.
Once he got to work, his co-workers looked amazed, they all rushed him and asked him if he was sure that he should be there, but he just smiled and nodded, trying to push away the feelings within himself. He needed to get back to normal. It would help getting back into routine, wouldn't it?
It was the middle of lunch rush when it happened. He had been diligently working, as per usual, when he turned too quickly, and was suddenly curled up on the floor in agony. He tried to get back up, tried to say he was fine, but the room was spinning. He felt like he couldn't breathe. "I'm... F-"
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"Oh gods! You're awake!" Of course it was Akira's voice he heard first and foremost. He wasn't sure why that upset him so much. He pulled his hand out of the brunette's and looked away from him. Perhaps it would've been better to stay asleep. He tried to move, but quickly discovered that it was painful. "Don't move... Please, just rest..." He heard it... Real concern... He could feel the worry rush through him, the fear. It was real...
He shook his head a bit. "Where..." But he knew the answer to that. He could hear it on the beeping machines, he could smell it in the disinfected air. "Why...?"
"Because you are an idiot! How could you go back to work just like that! Why didn't you tell us!?" It took him a minute to figure out what Akira was talking about. A small shrug came to his shoulders just seconds before the brunette's hand slapped him across the cheek. "You... God damnit Amos! Fucking knock this shit off! Just how much do I have to prove it to you, huh?! When will you believe me!?" Heated tears fell down the brunette's face, down his cheeks, off his chin, landing on the albino's hand.
Amos just sat there, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh as Akira left in a whirlwind fashion like usual. Slowly, his hand raised to his cheek where he had been struck. He wanted to be mad. He felt like he had every right to be angry at them. The both of them. Especially Akira. But he wasn't exactly blind to how torn apart the brunette was about it. He sighed and tried to bury himself in his pillows.
"I didn't say anything because I figured if you really cared, then you would have asked... You didn't even talk to the doctors, did you...?" He muttered to no one in particular, though he was sure that Michael was still lingering around. But apparently Akira hadn't gone as far as he thought he did, having only stopped at the door of the small hospital room.
"I didn't.. I just wanted to get you home.." The brunette mentioned, though his voice was still shaking. "I thought you would tell me if there was anything important like that."
"Why would I?"
The words caused another ripple of the brunette's emotions, not that his powers worked particularly well in this place without direct contact. The words stung more than they should have, and it wasn't long before the brunette actually excused himself, trying to hold back his tears until he could find a nice place alone. Amos sighed and stared out the window. It was dark out, but he had no idea how late, or early, it really was. He wasn't aware that he had just been in surgery for the last 14 hours. He wasn't really aware of all of the complications that had arisen and how upset that his lovers really were. He had no idea how close to dying he had been. To him, it was all just one long sleep, and he woke up in more pain than he had been in before.
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"What!?" The brunette had practically shouted into the phone as he got up and raced to Michael's office. "Yes, I'm on the way right now! Michael we're going right now. Right now!" There was very little patience in the brunette as he took off and out the door without even getting dressed or anything. He was just in his regular pajama pants and his hoodie, he didn't even have a shirt on underneath, which for Akira was a big deal. He didn't remember to grab his shoes, which actually happened so often he luckily had a spare in his car. He barely waited for Michael to come out after him, looking confused. "Just get in please, we don't have time!" The fear. The worry. The sheer anxiety and panic radiating from him was enough to get the blonde to get into the car.
Akira didn't even explain anything, if the blonde spoke to him, he didn't hear it. It was all too much for him right then, and he couldn't bring himself to do anything but focus on driving. They reached the hospital in near record time, aside from the fact that Akira absolutely despised being in the human one, he rushed right in without second thought, which for him was incredibly odd. Still, he rushed right to the front desk, practically pushing people out of the way to talk to someone, demanding to know where Amos was. He didn't really have the patience to wait for someone to lead him back, instead forcing his way through the doors and rushing off to the room, getting security to rush after him.
Once security did have him, he calmed down a bit, and managed to talk his way out of handcuffs, but seeing as how he could control minds, he didn't really have a problem with that so much. Still, someone came over and told him that Amos was currently in surgery, and they weren't sure how long he would be there. They explained his injuries, internal bleeding from reopened sutures, a few partial blockages of his intestines, acute liver and kidney failure. Somewhere along the way he had gone septic, they assumed from the torn sutures from the previous surgeries... Ones Akira hadn't even known about in the first place.
The brunette paced in that place for hours, feeling every bit of pain and agony from everyone that came through the emergency room doors. Still, he wouldn't just go. He couldn't. Michael had tried to coax him out of the hospital a few times, because he could see just how much pain his lover was in, but Akira still refused. He had eventually passed out on one of the chairs, not that he had really wanted to, but it really became too much for him.
Quite a few hours later, he was woken by a doctor saying that Amos's surgery was done for now, that he was still in ICU and recovery. He wasn't quite stable yet, but they were doing "everything they can". Akira shook his head and demanded that he be transferred to Shai's hospital. They were against moving him, but no one could really resist Akira's demands. Without the hour, Amos was being transferred to the other hospital, and Akira and Michael drove over in silence. Akria nearly passing out in the car again from everything that was still running through him. Michael drove, for rather obvious reasons.
By the time they arrived, one of the nurses took them to a private room, which Akira had practically privately owned. The nurse mentioned that Shai was in surgery with Amos, and that he had crashed twice on his way over. Akira curled up on the bed and let everything out, since he finally could do so in a safe environment. Despite how dampened it was, it could still be felt in the room, which caused the nurses to run away and close the door behind them. The brunette just cried and sobbed until he passed out again.
A few more hours had passed before Shai finally came in, and by now it was nearing 1 am. He explained that everything went fairly well. Amos was showing improved organ function and his blood was clearing up after keylation and dialysis, along with a few safe blood transactions. Leave it to the human doctors to fuck everything up. Amos was still in recovry, but would be brought to the room as soon as he was table enough to be moved. Shai apologized and left before he could get dragged into anything the brunette could throw at him, but Akira din't even move. He just lay there, curled up around himself, his hands pinned to his chest.
Amos was moved in a few hours later and the brunette took a spot at his side, wrapping his hands around those pale fingers. He wanted nothing more than for the albino to wake up. And yet, when he finally did, there was nothing but hostility. He wanted to scream at him so much. He wanted to throw in his face everything that he had been through during this time, but he didn't. But everyone has their breaking point, and Akira had his, slapping the stupid albino right across his stupid face before standing and stopping in the doorway. He had stopped because so much of him wanted to go over there and pull that idiot into his arms and force the love he felt into him, but he didn't. Amos's words his him way too hard, and he ran off to be alone. He couldn't face it. He couldn't handle it. And if that made things worse, than so be it...
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I lose my voice when I look at you Can't make a noise though I'm trying to tell you all the right words
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18 Years Old
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Homosexual
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Kyrarei
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Foresight
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Fear Manipulation
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Shadow Scythe
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Played by: Creeps
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Post by Michael Wolf on Oct 10, 2018 18:29:34 GMT -6
Michael Caspian Wolf Michael had been working from home the next day, sitting in his office and looking over paperwork since about ten that morning. He hadn't seen Amos since the albino had left to go to bed last night and figured he was still holed up in his room like he had been for a while. His phone rang and he answered it promptly, seeing as it was work related and leaned back in his chair as he lifted a hand to rub his eyes as he was being spoken to. However, before he could really respond Akira had raced in spewing out about how they were leaving the house right at that moment. He blinked in pure surprise, and concern for the brunette, for a moment before he stood up and remembered about the phone in his hand. "Call me back later. If it can't wait then just contact the boss. I'll deal with his crabby ass if it comes to it." He then hung up and followed after Akira quickly. He was surprised that the brunette would even bother to leave the house without getting dressed, for he was just in his pajama pants and his hoodie. He made it outside after grabbing his own shoes and gave him a rather confused and worried look. He was about to ask him just what the hell he was going on about when Akira spoke once more. Just the way he spoke and the emotions radiating off of him sealed whatever decision the blonde was going to make, and so he simply opened the door and got into the car. He kept one hand on the dashboard as Akira drove, trying to talk to him only to be ignored or not heard. Something was definitely wrong as the brunette drove the both of them to the human hospital. Once they got there, Michael was practically right on Akira's heels as the brunette rushed into the building despite how much the brunette hated the human hospital. He followed him up to the front desk, stepping around the humans there as Akira gathered what information he needed before taking off with security following. Well shit. He hurried after his boyfriend as security eventually caught up to the brunette, hearing as he skillfully talked his way out of being arrested. He gave him another look before he moved closer to Akira and placed a hand on his wrist. "Akira, hey..." He began to speak but trailed off as someone approached them and told the both of them about their albino lover being in surgery and what injuries the male had acquired. Fuck, this wasn't good at all. Michael leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he silently watched Akira pacing back and forth as they waited for their albino lover to get out of surgery. He frowned a little as he could see how much pain Akira was in from everyone else that was in the hospital. The blonde had tried a few times to coax his boyfriend out of the hospital to get a break from everything people was feeling, yet the brunette refused and continued his pacing. It took a few hours, but the brunette had eventually passed out on one of the chairs; no doubt everything being too much for him. It wouldn't have surprised Michael due to his knowledge of how often Akira left the house - which wasn't all that much in the first place. He sat by his boyfriend and kept watch for any of the staff to come alert them of Amos' progress or condition. He had contacted Kyrarei about what was going on and let him know he'd catch up on work once he could. He sighed as he leaned back in the chair he had sat on and rubbed a hand against his face. This was not how he wanted to spend his day. He didn't want to be sitting in a hospital worrying about his other lover, wondering if he was going to see him again or not by what information they had gotten from the staff of the hospital. He hated feeling useless. Hated not being able to do anything to help. A few more hours passed and a doctor had come along and woken the both of them up, Michael having accidentally fallen asleep just sitting there with nothing to do since he couldn't focus on work. He lifted a hand to rub his eyes but kept his attention on the words that came out of the doctor's mouth, his own mouth shifting to the side ever so slightly in disapproval of what he said. He was damn glad Akira managed to convince them to transfer Amos to Shai's hospital. There the albino could definitely be looked at by the real professionals. As soon as their albino lover was ready to be transported, Michael and Akira had gotten into their car and headed towards Shai's hospital, the blonde driving because the brunette was in absolutely no condition to even be behind the wheel. By the time they arrived at the hospital a nurse had taken the both of them to a private room that Akira practically owned and were told that Shai was in surgery with Amos after crashing two times on the way over. His attention moved over to Akira, pain in his eyes as he watched his boyfriend break down in the bed which caused the nurses to flee and shut the door behind them. Michael could do nothing but stand there with his own tears falling down his cheeks as even he was being hit by everything Akira was giving out now that he could actually not hold back. He remained there sitting in one of the chairs as he held his head in his hands, listening to the soft breathing that came from the brunette when he had eventually passed out. A few more hours had passed before Shai had come in, the time being one in the morning by then. The blonde listened attentively to every word he said about the albino's condition, nodding a little before the man left. A heavy sigh escaped Michael as he rubbed his hands against his face, glancing over towards Akira as he continued to lay there in the bed with his hands pinned to his chest. Gods how he wished he could do something to help, but he knew he couldn't at that moment. The most he could do was just be there and wait. And so that he would do - wait. Several more hours had passed by, during which the blonde had to excuse himself to the hallway to get himself and Akira caffeine as well as answer a call or two that lasted no more than a few minutes. Though Amos was eventually moved into the room and Michael stood off to the side with a can of Monster, quite shocking but he had finished his coffee and stolen that from the brunette, in his hand while Akira remained by the albino's side. Amos had eventually woken up, relief washing through the blonde and no doubt the brunette as well, but they were greeted by hostility. Michael clenched his teeth together as he stared at him, watching as Akira smacked the albino across the face before fleeing. He approached the bed and set can of energy drink on the little table there. "Amos, what the actual fuck? Like seriously. We have fucking been here since yesterday worrying and waiting for you to wake the fuck up and be okay. You were taken to the human hospital first but we surely would have lost you had Akira not convinced them to transfer you here. You crashed two, two, times on the way here! You were finally brought out of surgery at one in the fucking morning while we waited here the entire time for you! We were fucking scared for you! Akira more than anything! While we waited for you to get out of surgery at the other hospital Akira refused to leave despite how much pain he was in. All because he was wanting you to be okay! He rushed out of the house as soon as he found out." He told him, scolding him practically as he gave the albino a rather upset look. "I'm going to go find Akira. You just rest and don't do anything without letting a nurse know. We're all going home together when you are able to leave. And that's that." He added, sighing as he turned away and walked towards the doorway. He paused as he set a hand on the door frame, glancing down before he glanced over to Amos. "Don't be mistaken though... I am relieved and happy you are awake and doing okay now." He then shook his head and left the room to go find the brunette, pausing along the way to inform a nurse to let Shai know what happened. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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18 Years Old
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Homosexual
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Akira
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Aura Manip
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Dream Manip
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Power Absorb
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Played by: Akira
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Post by Amos Vang on Oct 25, 2018 11:51:47 GMT -6
What would you say if you could say Everything you needed to, To the one you needed to? | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos shook his head and looked towards the window. "It's all about Akira. It always will be, won't it?" He muttered, mostly to himself, but it wasn't like he cared if Michael heard him or not. The blonde announced that he was going off to find Akira. How typical. Honestly he shouldn't care. He didn't care. Why would he? But the blonde paused by the door, saying how relieved he was, still, Amos ignored him, staring out the window, though he could see the reflection of the blonde through it.
It wasn't long before nurses and doctors came in to check on him and make sure he was doing alright. They explained things that had happened to him and he just kept staring out of the window. The sky was starting to lighten on the edges of the horizon, and for him, that was almost a relief. Day time. Maybe they would go home without him, or maybe they would be kicked out. Though part of him seriously doubted that. He would probably be stuck with them for the rest of the day.
He sat and thought about things for a long time. He had apologized, he had listened to their apologies, but still, for whatever reason, it hadn't seemed to be enough to him. Something was still wrong, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't bring himself to let go of the pure anger in his heart.
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Akira had found and empty room to be in. He stole an empty bed and just sort of collapsed. He cried for awhile before he passed out. He had been so exhausted from all of this and it really came to no surprise that he collapsed into that unconscious state of sleep. He hadn't even noticed Michael coming in and covering him with a blanket. He didn't notice the blonde sit down next to him. But why would he? Despite how exhausted he was, he was still quite restless, and every now and then he would mutter some sort of sound or low growl in his sleep as he dreamed something unpleasant by the looks of things.
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I lose my voice when I look at you Can't make a noise though I'm trying to tell you all the right words
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