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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 15, 2010 0:35:37 GMT
Kit held his phone in his hands, his backpack across his shoulder. He'd only been in America for a night, but it had seemed an eternity - he hadn't seen Zeke since he'd been in hospital, which had been about a week ago.
He sighed, looking at the screen and still unsure exactly what to write. It was stupid, going through such long patches of not even speaking to each other, pretending that they could stay together forever. Well, Kit considered all relationships broken anyway, so why break something that was working for the mean-time?
He quickly typed 'Meet me at the foyer in the school in about 5 hours? I'll be back soon. Can't text, gonna be on the plane', before getting onto the plane. [/blockquote]
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Mar 28, 2010 23:42:23 GMT
Zeke was upset over Kit's little trip. He missed him really but of course another voice told him that Kit's didn't miss him. However as usually Zeke put it off feeling a vibration from his pocket. It was Kit. His eyes skimmed it quickly shutting it as he lay back in his chair. Zeke had five hours to kill, what could he do? Wait there like the desperate cling on he really was? Or stay here and be "late". Zeke let out a sigh standing up and heading out the door but not before grabbing his ipod.
Making his way down the stairs to the lobby he saw countless people all perfectly dateable but he knew he really just wanted Kit. Or did he? Zeke wasn't even sure anymore, he loved Kit but after so long in a one-way love he was tired and depraved of love from someone. He could only give so much without receiving anything. He was all waited out. Yet, somehow he found the energy to hope and not give up. It was stupid since he'd only get hurt worse in the end.
Zeke found the lobby sticking his headphones in and grabbing a seat on a plastic like chair for decoration. He leaned back slowly falling asleep hoping the one to wake him up was Kit. Well, it wasn't, someone tripped over his foot and ran off. Zeke's eye fluttered open looking at his phone clock. It had been four and a half hours so Kit should be here any moment. How pathetic Zeke would look waiting here like some obsessive boyfriend.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 29, 2010 21:50:07 GMT
Kit pulled the back further over his shoulder. He had been excited about going back to seeing Zeke, but the closer he got to the room the more it dawned on him that something may go horribly wrong. Guilt was creeping through his viens, a familiar feeling which felt no better the more he felt it. By the time he was outside of the door he was feeling like throwing up, his hand shaking a little as he pulled over the grand doorway.
He smiled, the sickly feeling slowly rushing away as he saw Zeke again. Everything was suddenly gone again; things would turn out perfect with Zeke there, he knew. And though he knew it would go straight back to feeling bad the moment parted, for now he couldn't care less. He walked over to Zeke, his hair dripping wet from the rain outside and his feet squeaking against the shiny floor. "Hey Zeke," he greeted with a wide smile, holding out his hand and pulling him up from his chair. "I'd give you a hug, but I'm soaking," he laughed lightly, his clothes all jet black from the rain, but still put his hands on the boys hips and kissed him on the cheek. [/font]
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Mar 29, 2010 21:58:42 GMT
Zeke yawned sinking in his seat still a feeling of slight dread mixed with excitement in his stomach. It growled, he hadn’t eaten in since breakfast. Another yawn escaped his lips as he wiped away the sleep from his eyes and peered up to see the door opening and a soaking Kit walking through them. He smiled the feeling of dread leaving but probably not for good. “Hey…” He said a Kit pulled him up.
He looked soaked and it made Zeke laugh a bit. “I don’t mind a little moisture.” Zeke said putting a hand around Kit’s waist and pulling him into a hug, he looked cold anyways and hugs always warmed people up. With a smile he released him a few dark spots on his clothing but he didn’t mind any whom. “Raining I presume?” He smiled turning to the stairs to go upstairs with Kit hopefully get him into something dry.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 29, 2010 22:13:06 GMT
Kit pulled him close in the hug, kissing his cheek once more as he was pulled close. He felt bad for getting the water on him, but if Zeke didn't mind then there wasn't really much problem with it. "Oh, how did you guess?" he asked, feeling in a really good mood. It had been a while since he'd felt so comfortable. He wondered how he could have forgotten how it felt, and if it was going to last when he was alone, and when he was around the girls again. "So, you miss me?" he asked, stepping back and holding out his hand for Zeke to take, ready to walk forwards. [/blockquote]
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Mar 29, 2010 22:47:07 GMT
Zane smiled Kit’s kiss feeling so good after so long. “I don’t know just a hunch I guess.” He grinned looking at Kit. It felt so easy to be around him, so comfortable, and so natural. It was surreal in some ways and Zeke wondered if he could have this forever, then again they were both human and things got old. Then again maybe Zeke was thinking too pessimistically. He grabbed Kit’s hand pulling him close. “Of course I missed you.” He said moving close to his face inches from kissing him before pulling away. “But let’s get you dry hm? Where’s your dorm?” He asked a bit surprised he’d never been to Kit’s dorm.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 29, 2010 23:07:49 GMT
Kit smiled, looking into his eyes and at his mouth as they were so close, wondering if they would kiss or not. Somehow, the awkwardness was back, but it wasn't uncomfortable, just put a nervous, awkward smile on his face. As Zeke pulled away though, he found himself falling towards him slightly, but then pulling away, smiling at his sketchy attitude.
"Yeah, being... being dry would be good..." he said with a smile, walking forwards, "Lying down would be pretty awesome too. Teeechnically, I shouldn't even be out and about since my shoulder and stuff..." he told him, not really wanting to draw any attention to it. He'd been trying to forget about it, ignore it while every other problem took over. He didn't want it to get in the way of doing everything he needed to. He was, after all, finding it harder than ever to even do the simple things like seeing his boyfriend. [/font]
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Mar 29, 2010 23:18:56 GMT
Zeke could sense the awkwardness a bit relieved he didn’t finish that kiss; it might have made things strange. He walked up the stairs wondering where his room was. “That’s nice that you want to be dry…but unless you want to go to my room you should tell me where yours is.” In all truth Zeke wanted him to come to his room, and to stay there the night, but of course every time he offered Kit said no so he wasn’t about to force him too, he’d at least give a choice knowing the answer beforehand.
“I’m sorry again…” Noticing the shoulder being brought up, he was trying to erase the feeling of failure from his head. Having that happen to Kit almost hurt Zeke just as much, and knowing he wasn’t able to get there sooner it made him feel even more useless to Kit. It was strange to blame himself not only for Kit’s shoulder but also for the sudden rift between them, on the outside it seemed as if the two were close but somewhere deeper they weren’t and Zeke as usual felt it his own fault. They reached the dorms as he looked at the slightly less wet Kit.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 29, 2010 23:44:08 GMT
Kit walked further forwards, trying to walk faster than Zeke but it was hurting his ribs, so instead he grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "I'll lead the way," he instructed, wanting to go to his room so that if he really needed to he could just rest and ask Zeke to go away. He hoped it wouldn't happen, but didn't want to block out the option.
He walked, going to the elevator rather than the stairs. He pressed the button on the side, and waited for it, "Don't feel guilty, it was my own fault," he said with a small smile, though it was clear he was just trying as hard as he could not to think about it. "Actually, strike that, it was that bastards fault." he said, tightening his fists. "I swear if I saw him again...." he said. He had never hated someone before, not really, but he hated him more than anyone could hate another. [/font]
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Mar 31, 2010 22:20:08 GMT
Zeke walked along his mind elsewhere when he felt something tugging him back. His paced slowed as he stayed a bit behind Kit. His hand fit his quite nicely, of course maybe he was just thinking romantically. He wanted to kiss him however instead he looked sideways as Kit pressed the button for elevator as Zeke looked at it. Elevators creeped him out, he had a paranoia of it stopping and locking him inside to die, or falling down to a bloody crash at the bottom.
The guy that hurt Kit was still out there and Zeke was still upset. “You won’t see him again I’ll make sure of it.” He mumbled.
The elevator doors slid open revealing an old floor and walls and somewhat shaky but empty elevator. “Are you sure this is safe? I can carry you up the stairs…” Zeke had a feeling though that Kit would take him into the elevator regardless. He wanted to step back and just have Kit take it, but he didn’t want to leave him alone.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 31, 2010 22:31:10 GMT
Kit gave himself a small smile and looked down. How could Zeke possibly stop him from ever seeing the boy again? He was probably still running free, still around the school or at least near it. And if not, there could always be many years in the future. But he wanted to see him again, wanted to scream at him all of the things he had wanted to say, wanted to throw him into prison and throw away the key. He didn't want him hurt, didn't really want anyone hurt no matter they hurt him, but he wanted to know that he was safely away; like when a visious animal enters the room, and you can't stop watching it even when its tied up. "Thanks," is all he said, knowing that Zeke's intentions were, as per usual, good, even if they wouldn't make good actions.
Kit smiled and took his hand and squeezed it tightly. He looked between Zeke and the small room, a little unsure as to what to do. "Ah..." he said slowly, realising - or at least thinking that he realised - that Zeke must have been claustrophobic. Kit understood the feeling well, and knew that he would struggle to put himself through that. Kit was claustrophobic in crowds, though luckily he was fine in empty rooms, no matter how small. "Carrying me'll probably just hurt more..." he said, at a loss as the doors opened. "I could get the elevator and meet you on the fourth floor?" he suggested, walking through the doors. [/blockquote]
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Mar 31, 2010 22:43:12 GMT
Zeke just watched the elevator as Kit stepped in and it shook around a bit. He wasn’t about to let him go alone, no way. “I’ll go with you…” Zeke said quickly, if only his body reacted as quick. A small slow step forward and then rush into the elevator feeling the unstableness of it. “Alright...then.” He said grabbing Kit’s hand again. He smiled but it wasn’t as bright as usual. “Four right?” He pressed the button as the doors slid closed, well it was too late to escape now.
Clicking noise and a metal groan was heard as the strange feeling filled his stomach when going up. Bing…second floor…third… and no more noise. “Did it stop?” Zeke said rather shakily looking around the elevator with its harsh white lights, fake wood walls and equally fake tile floor. Cheesy jazz played at low volume in the back. It seemed to long until the bing when the doors slid back open. “Whew…” Zeke said quite relieved that he’d lived through the experience.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Mar 31, 2010 23:15:47 GMT
Kit smiled, finding himself laughing lightly as he stepped out of the elevator quickly to lead Zeke out of it quickly. "Nice, I'm proud of you," he told him with a warming smile. Anyone getting over a fear was a big thing which definitely needed to be congratulated.
He walked down the corridors quickly, walking down the familiar hallways though looking around himself like he was seeing it for the first time. He had only gotten the elevator since his 'accident', and he was more used to coming from the other end of the hallway. It was still a little offputting. "This way," he told Zeke, when he was in fact just reassuring himself.
He reached his door and quickly pulled out the keys and opened it.
Kit lived alone, a single bed in the centre of the room, a single wardrobe to one side, and a wide looking window which allowed in a lot of light. It was a small room, possibly one of the smaller ones of the school, but it gave Kit his privacy when he needed it. There was a desk pushed against the wall next to the window, where his laptop was still open. All in all, it was pretty similar to most rooms. Well, apart from his collection. Thrown into piles every so often around the room, where parts of his magical items collection. There were literally hundreds of the little stones, trinkets, rings, and who knew what else. In the corner even some big staffs and other larger items. It was clear why he had been trying to cut it short.
He blushed, putting up his hands as he moved into his room. "My room," he told him, a little embarrassed suddenly.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Apr 17, 2010 5:37:53 GMT
“Proud of me for what?” He said rather loudly with a small blush. He wasn’t scared of anything, but elevators. He just smiled slightly turning the other way. Zeke walked forward following close behind Kit. Turn after turn they found their way to his room. Upon the revealing it was fairly small, after all this was a single person room. Zeke walked in and around it was neat and tidy. He liked it but more so enjoyed the plethora of items and trinkets lying around. “Wow you have so much…” Zeke trailed off walking to the staffs looking at the knots in their wood. He touched the smooth surface just feeling the magic trembling beneath his touch.
Zeke turned his attention back to a semi-wet Kit. “I like it…” Zeke smiled. “It’s a sham you haven’t seen my room though.” He said with a frown. “Than again it’s fairly boring.” His eyes wandered to the side and down. “Well then…I mean we came her for a reason right?” Zeke plopped on Kit’s bed hoping he didn’t mind. “Dry off…and change and whatnot.” Zeke smiled. “I can help if you need it.” Zeke said with a wink and grin. He was both serious and joking. He wondered if Kit would say anything about Zeke looking away. Just in curiosity he said nothing about it waiting for Kit to change or tell him to look the other way.
Zeke lay on the bed fiddling with a small stone feeling the cold surface. “Sorry for invading your bed.” A small grin colored his face.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Apr 17, 2010 19:35:48 GMT
Kit smiled at Zeke. It was good to see how at home he had instantly made the room. It reminded him of someone, not that he would ever admit it. "Are you sure I haven't seen your room?" he asked slowly, looking around his room with new eyes as he tried to work out what it must have looked like to Zeke. It was obsessive, childish, and he wondered how he hadn't gotten around to getting rid of half of them when he'd had the chance.
He gave a nervous smile and pulled off his top. He didn't feel self-conscious since the bandage still covered most of his chest and at the day it was just his top. He walked over to the mirror and looked at the damage to the bandages, seeing that they were tearing away just as badly as he'd expected. "I... really don't want to ask this, but I don't suppose you could give me a hand rewrapping this, could you?" he asked him, walking over to beside him so that he could get the first aid out of the beside cabinet. "Also, feet - uh, shoes - off the bed please," he added with a genuine, comfortable smile. Why did everything have to be so natural between them when they were together? Why did it have to be so hard when they were apart?
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