Post by Nephriel B. R. de laFronde on May 19, 2009 3:06:00 GMT -8
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
The words rang in the blonde's head as his eyes flash open, white orbs rimmed fresh with tears. He blinks blearily, wiping at his vacant eyes; he frowns as the moisture grazes his crimson-tipped fingers. What was going on? He squirms a bit, body stiff from his awkward sleeping position on the couch. He yawns softly, wincing as a strange pain explodes in his chest. It wasn't the familiar feel of Cryo, he hadn't felt that in a good two months or so. The blonde rubs over his heart with a confused scowl, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart as the odd feeling spreads to his lower abdomen. His stomach churns before before the tickling shoot up the path of his chakra, pausing to create a large lump at his throat. It wasn't a bad feeling. Just...wistful. Almost nostalgic.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
He mumbles irritably, trying to keep last night's feed down as he rolls over, gaze falling on the sleeping form of his mate. The sensation grows, clutching his heart in a suffocating grip as he heaves to attempt a breath. He bites into his bottom lip, shuddering and trembling before curling around his dark-haired lover tightly. Nephriel leans in to pepper the man's face with kisses. He gently brushes the other's hair from his face, pressing a firm kiss to his forehead before resting his own against it. With a gentle smile, he nuzzles his nose to the others, relasing the kitten to slide out of bed and towards his desk, scratching idly at his bare backside.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
The line repeats in his head. The voice anonymous and the words, shapeless. He crinkles up his nose, rubbing once more at the pain in his ribcage as he yawns, flipping on his laptop to his e-mail inbox. Nephriel purses his lips, focuses his sleepy eyes on the new messages; orders from HookedOnNephonics, money orders, spam... He pokes his tongue out at the lit-up screen; it having failed to amuse him. With a sputtered sigh, the blonde's attention is caught by an old, read message. Over two months old. He looks over his shoulder at the sender. He shrugs a shoulder, clicking the e-mail open. There it was...
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
The line. Suddenly, everything fell into place; the voice, the face...the cold bathroom floor. The crimson, the blind man, the bath. Nephriel swallows heavily, rolling closed his glazed over eyes. The pain was excruciating now. Memories were a dangerous gift. And despite the overall beauty from which the verbatim was born, it caused Nephriel de laFronde to think back. The pain he caused, the pain he felt once. He covers his face, sinking his features into his palms as tears leak out from the blank voids of his eyes. A deep and shaky inhale makes the blonde realize that the pain and the tears weren't bitter, nor sad. They were grateful. He was in love. It was a feeling he had never felt to this degree; a feeling that could cause him to double over with it's intensity. Best of all, the man he loved so deeply, loved him back just as much. They were in love.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
No, he hasn't. He always had one man following him around, annoying him with ridiculous questions and inquires as to his well-being. The one man that never gave up on him. One man that saved him, time and time again. The man that spoke in riddles when revealing his feelings for the blonde because he didn't want the other to see him as weak and heartbroken. Despite Nephriel having broken him, he forgave the white cat and loved him always. He raises his head, turning to look at the sleeping man on the couch with a slight cant of the head. That man. His man. Nephriel slumps out of his chair. Their two-month anniversary was coming up. Two months that had gone by blissfully, painlessly; full of love and happiness. He flops onto the edge of the sofa, gently combing his fingers through his mate's hair before leaning down to kiss his temple and wrap himself back around the man; holding him to his chest possessively. No more pain. Angel J.M. Dubois was all he needed.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
The words repeat in his head as he closes his eyes, burying his face against his mate's shoulder. This was their happy ending. His lips part as he begins to drift back to sleep, soft-spoken words he couldn't say then whispered out from between them.
"You haven't either."
The words rang in the blonde's head as his eyes flash open, white orbs rimmed fresh with tears. He blinks blearily, wiping at his vacant eyes; he frowns as the moisture grazes his crimson-tipped fingers. What was going on? He squirms a bit, body stiff from his awkward sleeping position on the couch. He yawns softly, wincing as a strange pain explodes in his chest. It wasn't the familiar feel of Cryo, he hadn't felt that in a good two months or so. The blonde rubs over his heart with a confused scowl, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart as the odd feeling spreads to his lower abdomen. His stomach churns before before the tickling shoot up the path of his chakra, pausing to create a large lump at his throat. It wasn't a bad feeling. Just...wistful. Almost nostalgic.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
He mumbles irritably, trying to keep last night's feed down as he rolls over, gaze falling on the sleeping form of his mate. The sensation grows, clutching his heart in a suffocating grip as he heaves to attempt a breath. He bites into his bottom lip, shuddering and trembling before curling around his dark-haired lover tightly. Nephriel leans in to pepper the man's face with kisses. He gently brushes the other's hair from his face, pressing a firm kiss to his forehead before resting his own against it. With a gentle smile, he nuzzles his nose to the others, relasing the kitten to slide out of bed and towards his desk, scratching idly at his bare backside.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
The line repeats in his head. The voice anonymous and the words, shapeless. He crinkles up his nose, rubbing once more at the pain in his ribcage as he yawns, flipping on his laptop to his e-mail inbox. Nephriel purses his lips, focuses his sleepy eyes on the new messages; orders from HookedOnNephonics, money orders, spam... He pokes his tongue out at the lit-up screen; it having failed to amuse him. With a sputtered sigh, the blonde's attention is caught by an old, read message. Over two months old. He looks over his shoulder at the sender. He shrugs a shoulder, clicking the e-mail open. There it was...
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
The line. Suddenly, everything fell into place; the voice, the face...the cold bathroom floor. The crimson, the blind man, the bath. Nephriel swallows heavily, rolling closed his glazed over eyes. The pain was excruciating now. Memories were a dangerous gift. And despite the overall beauty from which the verbatim was born, it caused Nephriel de laFronde to think back. The pain he caused, the pain he felt once. He covers his face, sinking his features into his palms as tears leak out from the blank voids of his eyes. A deep and shaky inhale makes the blonde realize that the pain and the tears weren't bitter, nor sad. They were grateful. He was in love. It was a feeling he had never felt to this degree; a feeling that could cause him to double over with it's intensity. Best of all, the man he loved so deeply, loved him back just as much. They were in love.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
No, he hasn't. He always had one man following him around, annoying him with ridiculous questions and inquires as to his well-being. The one man that never gave up on him. One man that saved him, time and time again. The man that spoke in riddles when revealing his feelings for the blonde because he didn't want the other to see him as weak and heartbroken. Despite Nephriel having broken him, he forgave the white cat and loved him always. He raises his head, turning to look at the sleeping man on the couch with a slight cant of the head. That man. His man. Nephriel slumps out of his chair. Their two-month anniversary was coming up. Two months that had gone by blissfully, painlessly; full of love and happiness. He flops onto the edge of the sofa, gently combing his fingers through his mate's hair before leaning down to kiss his temple and wrap himself back around the man; holding him to his chest possessively. No more pain. Angel J.M. Dubois was all he needed.
You haven't been alone since the day you said hello to me.
The words repeat in his head as he closes his eyes, burying his face against his mate's shoulder. This was their happy ending. His lips part as he begins to drift back to sleep, soft-spoken words he couldn't say then whispered out from between them.
"You haven't either."
