Competition entries

[Kaida Shade]

Just making somewhere for you to post your entries for the fanfic competition. Have fun and get writing.

Currently no deadline, so just do it whenever.

[courtjester]

ColtxNeil.
Disclaimer: (for those pedantic out there) I own Colt. He’s MINE. However, I don’t own Neil. But kaida said i could borrow him. But the characters only resemble their actualy counterparts- their personalities probably don’t match at all, so just regard it as a heart-warming tale of love. Yes, it's an alternative reality. Blah.


Brrrpt.
Brrrpt
Colt almost fell off his chair in his scrabble to reach his phone. He reached deep into his dark blazer pocket, and flicked it open. He paused briefly to smile at the picture of the couple as his background, before opening the text.
Hiya! Ugh. This class is so dull. Probably as dull as what you’re doing. What’re you doing at the weekend? O.o
Colt felt a small bubble of excitement grow larger, as he sneaked a small glance to the teacher, who was droning on, as per usual. To be honest, the precise use of Iambic Pentameter bored him. He frankly didn’t care if Shakespeare used it in the prologue of Romeo and Juliet. Colt really didn’t care if it set the scene for the play, portraying the leading parties. He had his own romances to think about, let alone some fictional couples’. He flicked his head to clear his vision of crimson hair, and began to tap a reply on his sleek phone.
Ugh. This is English, boring me with IP. please, don’t stop talking to me. Um, nothing so far. If I am, I can drop it for you.
He pressed the send button, and slipped his phone back into his pocket, but kept a hand clutching it. Waiting for his reply. With his other hand, he began to doodle a face onto a piece of paper.
The sun was shining brightly. Not that the weather really interested him. In such a dark blazer, black shirt, and white tie, it was almost the worst possible weather to behaving. Colt sighed, and gazed out across the class, deciding to try and freak someone out by staring through them. He was only killing time.
“Psst. Colt. Who’re you texting?”
“Huh? What’s it to you?” Colt turned to his friend, Baroque. He was flicking a pen through his fingers, idly taking notes on what the balding teacher was saying. “Just a friend.”
“Hmm.” Baroque smiled coyly, and returned to his note-taking.
As Colt turned away from the dark haired naval-fanatic, his pocket vibrated again. He whipped his phone out, and consulted the text. A grin erupted over his fine features.
I was wondering whether you wanted to meet up. You know, just you and me. I hear the fairground’s quite nice this time of year. =D It’s pretty cheap too. have fun with your literary devices...conditional verbs aren’t holding up to much either.
Huh? A date?
He began vivaciously typing back, feeling excited. English suddenly looked a lot brighter. Like a halo, shining over someone’s head...
Colt looked back at his doodle. Unconsciously, he’d finished it. Blushing, he stuffed in his pocket, hoping no-one’d seen.

The week sped past after that. What would’ve been a treacherous and unforgiving slog through days of physics, maths and other horrors, simply disappeared under Colt’s new optimistic attitude.
He eventually slumped down in a whirly chair, moulding himself into his abode for Friday’s evening at home. He booted up the computer, reading through his text conversations while gently tapping his foot to Jennifer Saunder’s rendition of ‘Holding out for a Hero’. His inbox was pretty one-sided.
Colt peered up through his hair, seeing the computer screen had loaded. He tapped in his password, and settled back, eyes closed. Had he been invited on a date? That was great! What do you wear to a date? Casual? Or is that a little too casual? Maybe...no, that would just look silly. Roleplaying on a date would just be a recipe for disaster. Especially in a Jedi cloak. It might give the wrong impression.
Still confused, he opened an internet browser, and accessed his mail, contactnetwork profile, for social networking, and a chat program. typing his user information into each, he browsed his mail.
Someone commented on...four photos of me. Someone else thinks that my status is good. Someone else has beaten my Tetris score- beaten my Tetris?! Never!
Well, not for long. That can wait. He ignored his general update on how his friends were feeling, and checked to see who was online. Blah, blah, blah. Great.
Colt pushed himself away from the desk, and picked up a controller for his console, pushing the center button to remote activate it. He nestled back, preparing to wipe out a small contingent of enemy forces, using the ultimate power of giant robots. They never got old.
“Colt! Are you going dancing tonight? If you are, we’ve got to leave soon!” His mother called up the stairs. He could hear the jangle of keys, and realised ‘soon’ meant’ ‘now’. Sighing, he put the controller down, and vowed vengeance on those who would dare to defy him. Signing out of his various appliances, he shrugged off his blazer, and pulled on a thin coat. He stopped briefly to love his hair, and bounded down the stairs.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” he said. Hey, dancing’s fun.
He ran to the door, and stopped. He took a deep breath, and slowly walked out. No-one was going to see him being in a hurry. He was determined to become more laid-back. He sauntered over to the car, and duly got in. His mother threw a despairing glance at him.
Brrrpt. Brrrpt
Colt instinctively pulled out his phone, but it wasn’t his mobile. His mother sighed more heavily then previously thought possible, and pulled out hers. She briefly consulted it, before sighing again.
“Mum, what’s up?”
“I’m sorry. Something’s come up at work. There’s an emergency...thing, and they need me there. I can’t really take you to dancing now. I guess I’ll have to leave you here. Is that okay?”
Colt’s face visibly dropped. Aww. No fair. Well, he could catch up on some work. Maybe trash a few mechs. Still a disappointment...
Brrrpt. Brrrrpt.
Okay, that WAS him. He flipped his phone open.
"Hiya! sorry to bother you right now...both my parents are away this weekend, so do you mind if I come over to yours? I promise not to make a mess of anything! Please?"
Things were looking up.
So his Mum was going to work at 8. So his Dad never showed his face much, practically living abroad. So he was behind on at least four bits of homework, and expected to finish the extra, high-grade work for the advanced set. Tonight, he was putting that away. Neil was gonna be here!

Ding-Dong.
“Yatta!” Colt leapt out of his station of operations, bounding for the door, ignoring his plight that he’d be slow. He yanked open the front door.
Neil was standing there, looking thoroughly frozen. His hat was pulled low over his ears, leaving strands of pink-ish hair poking out. His hands were enclosed in huge mufflers, and a big jacket and tight jeans made him look faintly like a tree. Well, sort of. You had to be there.
As he stood there, looking cold and generally grumpy, Colt threw caution to the winds, and embraced him tightly, hugging him close. Even though the cold was biting around them, it was warmer next to him than it was anywhere else. He tugged at Neil’s sleeve, and they went in, closing the door quietly behind him. Neil shivered, and grabbed Colt again, hugging him.
“Thanks for letting me come over. Do your parents mind?” He said, muffled from behind Colt’s arms.
“Nah, they’re fine. One of them’s not in the country, the other’s attending to an emergency, and won’t be back for ageeeeees. Like, tomorrow afternoon. So we’re good!” Colt broke out of the embrace, holding Neil’s hand. He gestured to the living room, after kicking his shoes off. Neil followed suite, as Colt ran forward, switching on the television. Neil watched him through the door. Colt was always so rushed, he thought. I don’t mind. I think it’s cute, to be honest.
Colt thumbed his way through the DVD collection, trying to find something to set the kind of mood he had in mind. Ugh. Nothing good. Why hadn’t he thought ahead? Action movies would he hopeless right now! Huh-?
Neil moved into the room quietly, treading lightly on the carpet. Colt was still hurling DVDs out of his way as he put his arms around him and softly pulled backwards, resting Colt’s head on his lap. “What about this? I imported it from Japan. Death note is supposed to be very good.”
Colt nuzzled further into Neil’s lap, and nodded. As Neil flicked the Tv on and pushed it in, he hung around his neck, vying for affection. They made their way back to the sofa, and collapsed onto it. Colt stretched out, moving down Neil, resting his head underneath Neil’s armpit. With one arm he held Neil tightly, and with the other he clutched Neil’s free hand. He let his eyes droop slightly, let his serious, usually angst manner fall away, replaced by a cute, fuzzy nature.
Neil grinned at his lover’s stature, and pulled him closer. He gently kissed his head, and lent back to watch the movie, holding his hand. He started to gently stroke Colt’s head, inhaling his sweet smell. Neil glanced at the clock- 7 o’clock. Plenty of time...

“...Watashi wa L desu!” The television still ran on, but it’s audience had since lost interest. Neil turned the volume down to a whisper, and slowly detached himself from Colt’s sleeping figure. He eased Colt’s arm out, and replaced it around a handy cushion. Once he was free, Colt snuffled slightly, and scrunched closer around the cushion, murmuring.
Neil stretched, and scratched his arse absentmindedly. The house was now quite warm, so he pulled off his tight jumper, and let his long-sleeved t-shirt flop down. He kicked off his shoes, and yawned quietly; Neil proceeded to wandered out of the living room and into the kitchen through joining door. He flicked on the light, and set to work. Some apple there, sugar here, more sugar there...
He set about, preparing the apple pie. He kneaded the dough, and became absorbed in his worklaying the base of the dish, and mashed up the apples, and found some other fruits and cinammon to improve the flavour. A few minutes later, he moulded the final decoration and put it into the oven to bake it. 8 O’clock. He smiled.
“Hmm...” Colt murmured sleepily as he stretched his arms round Neil’s waist. His drowsy eyes were closed, and he nestled his head on Neil’s shoulder, leaning on him. “Zzz...”
“Did I wake you?” He said, just above a whisper. He took Colt’s hands and shifted them slightly, so he could tiwst around. He put his arms around Colt, softly stroking his back.
“The cushion wasn’t nearly as comfy as you are...” He muttered back, starting to nuzzle Neil’s ear lobe, gently licking it. “I’d rather be with you. Smells good. What’re you cooking?” He said, in between licks.
“Just a little surpise for you. If you’re good, I’ll show you later...” Neil began to moan sofly, and slipped a hand under Colt’s t-shirt, feeling his way up his back. His other hand rested on Colt’s arse, while his partner started to lick his ear lobe, biting playfully.
“I promise to be a good boy, then...” He moved onto Neil’s neck, kissing him at intervals, working back up to Neil’s face. He started to deeply inhale Neil’s musk, a smell so intoxicating it was hard to describe. Colt shuddered slightly, as Neil slipped a hand through his shirt, and they parted as he lifted it clean off him. Colt followed suite to Neil, and they held each other close, warm skin heating and comforting the other one. Neil resumed his stroking of Colt’s thin frame, running his hand up and down his spine, while Colt licked his neck, and running his hands through Neil’s long hair.
They both moved forward, with one intent, but Colt broke apart. He pressed a finger to Neil’s lips, and nodded upstairs. Neil nodded back in response.
They almost fell up the stairs, and through the door to Colt’s room, and onto his floor, landing in a pile of discarded clothes and blankets. They began again, Colt landing ontop of Neil. He resumed his licking, and moved upwards rapidly, propped up on his knees, he bent low to Neil. He kissed him, savouring the sweet taste, and bit down gently on Neil’s bottom lip, forcing his mouth open, and sliding his tongue in. He began to roam Neil’s mouth, and Neil returned the favour.
“Mmm..uh...” In between locking mouths, they gasped for air. Neil wormed his hand through the tight waist band of Colt’s jeans, feeling his small arse, fondling it slightly. With the other hand, he pressed Colt closer to him, running his hand through his hair.
It seemed like this went on for sweet eternity, but Colt broke off slowly and ran a finger slowly, tantalisingly down, Neil, pinching his nipples. He ran his tongue down Neil’s neck, and started to lap at his nipples, while stimulating the other one with one hand- the other was in Neil’s mouth. Neil convulsed, arching his back, and sucking Colt’s finger, preventing himself from moaning out loud. He began groaning silently, and squeezed on Colt’s buttocks.
“Ah...ah...” Colt bit down, and transferred his head onto the other nipple. His free hand he worked down Neil, and rested on his crotch, gently stroking it. Neil was so warm, so inviting. He tasted so good...he was really cute, and so hot!
Neil tugged his hands out from Colt’s behind, and ran his fingers through his hair again. using his hips, he thrust himself forward, into a more upright position, while Colt retracted both hands and undid Neil’s dragon belt-buckle. The silver metal felt cold, freezing in comparison to Neil’s soft body. He quickly pulled it out, and laid it down beside them. Now unrestrained, Neil’s jeans fell limp, and Colt undid the button, sliding them down. He proceeded to remove his boxers, and undressed himself, before lying ontop of Neil, their bodies pressed hard together.
As they kised, the gentle patter, then the force of a storm began to rage, rattling the window panes, and thundering down around them. Colt flinched, and sought shelter in Neil’s chest, hugging him closer. As the couple held, Colt began to curl up, curling into a ball, holding Neil closer, closer. He took one of his fingers, and gently sucked it again, tring to ignore the storm.
The lightning lit up the window in a great flash, and thunder followed, roaring over the sky. Colt gasped, and scrunched his eyes; accidentally biting down on Neil’s finger in his panic.
“Nuh! No...I don’t like it...” He frantically muttered, shaking his head.
Neil just curled around him, cuddling him closer; stroking his hair back like one would a small child. Their naked bodies tucked together. Silently holding him until he fell into a deep slumber, in the arms of the one he loves.
Maybe the date’d have to wait. The pie could wait too. He had all he needed right here...

[Schemilix]

*Dare she read it* Congrats on finishing first, I'll read it sometime.

[Nami]

Kill me. xD I STILL have only like five paragraphs done, no plot, and hitting smack into a brick wall. However I shall unveil said paragraphs and hopefully add a full length entry to it. Advice/tips appreciated...
Edit: YES YES YES YES YES!!! xD Let the suffering eeeeeend. *posts finished story*
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Nami stretched and leaned her head against Fox's chest, the firelight flickering off both of their skin like a dying star. She considered moving to prod the coals and keep the light going but she wasn't really up for it considering that in her current position she didn't want to move. Fox... That damn name was like a poison to her, and an all too appealing one, admittedly.

Did you have fun? She could hear the voice that was always in her head speak. Mocking. Hurt. Angry. No, this wasn't the voice of her true Dragon, Keresk. Nor was it Flame's voice. This was an inner self and it didn't approve of her actions. Sadly all she could will herself to do was shoo it away to the back of her mind.

She heard a quiet humming coming from Fox. It was almost like the purr of a cat but much fainter. Nami smiled slightly. The sound could wash away the worry and hurt... but it wouldn't last if Zontan found out. Zontan. The smile fell and changed to a momentary wince as she thought about him. All the time she spent with him and for what? Wasn't their love enough? With a noted mental sigh she disagreed. No, it wasn't enough when temptation was so damn near.

"I have to go..." she said in a low whisper to the point where she could hardly believe the words had even escaped her lips. Why would she want to go when she was with him? He was perfect. But no, so was Zontan even if he did have a rather large ego at times. Once again her one track mind narrowed everything down to one word: damn. Well admittedly two: damn it.

Fox didn't seem to object as she pried herself out of his arms. She picked up a black feather lying on the ground and put it in her pocket after she got dressed. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and then left with a guilty heart.

When she returned to her dragon, Flame, she kept the usual part of her mind walled off. Flame had never objected since their connection was a little different than most Riders and Dragons. Indeed Flame didn't actually have a link with Nami at all besides friendship and permission to maintain mental contact. She was glad it was like this. Flame didn't need to know and go off telling Kerda or Zontan about her and Fox.

Zontan smiled and pulled her into his arms. "I'm glad to see you back. You look like a mess, where were you?"

As usual Nami had a cheerful smile. It was an expression that was hardly out of place. "I was just out to practice my magic. I don't want to always have to rely on a Dragon for their energy or on you to coome rescue me."

The Elf raised a green eyebrow. "Rescue you? Oh but that takes away all my fun!"

It was as if nothing had happened since she left. She silently thanked the Xorthian gods that Zontan wasn't exactly the most easily suspecting or observant guy. He'd rather just be off preforming great deeds to have his overly large ego stroked.

~Don't mind him,~ Kerda spoke up. She shifted her body a little from her laying position next to Flame who absolutely dwarfed her in size and Keresk whom she herself dwarfed. All three of them were basking in the light reflecting off a nearby waterfall. ~He's just glad to have you back. He was worried.~

~So were we!~ Keresk added, flicking Kerda with his emerald green tail. For a moment it was hard to tell where one dragon ended and another began save for the colour differences.

Flame, who'd been humming a tune, fell silent then smiled. ~I wasn't. I know you can handle yourself Nami.~

How ironic that comment was. Sure she could handle herself...except when it came to resisting Fox's clear temptation. One could also take it in a dirty sense, of course, but she would rather not think of the comment that way. Flame meant well with her words.

Nami turned her head to the silver dragoness and flashed a grin, which was really just a smile showing her brilliantly white teeth. "Thank you Flame."

~My pleasure.~ was the short reply right before Flame continued to hum her song.

Zontan spun Nami around in an almost dance-move menuver and planted a kiss on her lips as he brushed some hot pink hair from her bright green eyes. "I missed you." he whispered to her.

"You always miss me," she said in a simple manner of fact voice. She kept the guilt from her voice but somehow concern appeared on Zontan's face. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The beginnings of an argument on the verge, the air grew tense. The dragons stopped being calm and all three looked over. Flame actually got up and flew away, not wanting to hear a fight between Nami and Zontan.

"You sound upset, Nami. Is something wrong?" he asked with absolute adoration and concern. The tone made her heart break. How could she ever hurt him? Yet she did.

"I- No. Nothing is wrong. I'm fine. I promise," she insisted. Before he could pry further she pulled herself from his arms. "I'll be back later. I'm going out for a ride."

"Nami please!" he called. He chased after her but she was already on Keresk's back and taking off.

Tears started to flow down her face and she bit her bottom lip in a characteristic way. "...I'm sorry Zon. I just can't...I'm sorry." she whispered to herself as her voice was lost in the wind. Some things were better left undiscovered even though they poisoned the heart worse if left unsaid. Then she reached in her pocket for something to comfort her and gasped. The black feather was gone and it was then that she remembered something drifting downwards as she took off. Damn.

Blue tears against blue skies,
Rolling from her pale green eyes,
Sickening twisted bedtime story
A choice between lies and glory,
Tell the truth she would not dare,
Break his heart by secret shared?
Living with her selection
Nami is forever lost in her deception...
A poison all to willing to take
Will he consider it to be a mistake?

[Schemilix]

Love it. Loving the 'damn' one liner. xD

[FinalFallenFantasy]

Woot loved the ColtxNeil, courtjester! It's aodrabel. Whoo my typing's like... whoa... trippy. I mean: It's adorable.

Ooh NamiFox... Sorry, I don't know Nami... but I like it so far. Damn, hang on 'Zontan'? Jeez that's weird... Not the pairing (is it canon, I dunno, must... do some goddamn roleplaying online...) but the name is the same as a guy in my 'Heartless Hands' gang... Must post more often... But I like it so far!

(Schem: BREAKFAST!)

[Schemilix]

Um you got his NAME from this Zontan, triple-F.

Oh and, don't double post btw, it's just untidy. I'm not telling you off though. If you look at your post there's a 'modify' button which means you can edit a post, just makes things neater.

[Suki ~Graficcha]

Entry for Schemilix, per request. I must be a politician, I write a lot and nothing happens.
Brynn x Velegis


It had been a long time. So long the years had started melting into each other like they had never before, one lifetime after another speeding by. Maybe not quite in the blink of an eye, as every day, every hour was still a period of time that at times seemed to refuse to flow. A resistance against change, like how mass is a resistance against a change in movement.It was impossible to go to sleep and find the ages had passed without you acting in them, no. Every morning was just the beginning of 'the next day'. Another one to plough through. Only in retrospect did all those weeks and months fade away into one dull amount of grey hovering somewhere in that space called 'memories'.
Brynn had always taken great care to make sure it remained that way. Rather the visible marks he didn't care about than living under the pressure of other kinds of wounds accumulating. It also helped him to keep his mind together knowing his counterpart was going through a much less merciful ordeal, with no escape and no relief. Save for the almost too rare lulls in the constant assault, he was granted no reprieve.
How shattered must a mind be to not get crushed into dust under such a strain? No matter why or how, fact remains, he'd kept on going, he didn't, couldn't waver. A different kind of timelessness that was, a road that never ended and led nowhere, and wasn't measured in steps or leaps or limps.

And yet, he'd somehow reached the end.
Right there he was, in the flesh. Neither reflected on the why or how, that was the past. Maybe it wasn't interesting enough to linger on, or maybe for once the need to resolve this mystery was overshadowed by the urge to leave it all behind. Frayed minds wary of dredging up memories. Not now, not yet, not anymore.

It was quite hard to grasp. One settles into acceptance and lives with the pain, and when it ceases, it still burns. A self-defensive mechanism, to avoid being lured into dreams. They only served to have reality come crashing down and tear open old scars. And yet, they both knew this was not a trick of the mind. It was almost shameful to consider the option. Their hearts beat as one, they knew very well the other was real, and there, and had been so for the last week or so. Settled back into an at first uneasy balance, being so close to each other was still... distracting, to say the least. It did mess up your priorities a little, and thoughts resurfaced that had been locked away for so long it was a miracle they could still creep out.
Brynn's day to day routine hadn't changed much, at first glance. Velegis had flowed back into life without a hitch, it seemed. If time was a long piece of paper, it was as if you could cut out the past ages and taper the ends together seamlessly. Nobody who knew them was around to see that wasn't the case though.
After the first shock had faded -I wonder how long the aftertaste lingered-, they'd gone about their business, now joined in time and space, to 'live on'. What else was there to do? Brynn still had his own projects and subjects to tinker with; Velegis hovered around, stuck between doing 'as he always did' and feeling a little awkward about how liberating it was to be able to even move around, to ingest nutrients, to touch things without it causing more than pressure and texture and temperature. He knew these things, why were they such a novelty now. Hah, before you knew it he'd start getting emotional about the scent of liquor. Tsh.

So they got back into the flow, pretending they'd never been out of it. Despite their valiants efforts, this morning they found themselves before a brick wall though. It was not hard to know how they'd ended up like this. Brynn could tell he'd fallen asleep yesterday, at a time when Velegis had been sitting next to him on the couch. It happened so often to wake up and find he hadn't been able to make it to his bed, or at least, not by himself. It shouldn't matter, it never mattered, upon waking up you just.. got up and trudged on, right?
Why not this time, then. He'd come to, noticing the wall was only slightly tilted, so his head wasn't in a horizontal position either. Hooray for deduction. The next part was a little alarming though. Used to living with a body he couldn't rely on, he was still a little unsettled to find that this time, he couldn't even convince his mind to command it to move. The physical sensations only trickled in slowly, reluctantly starting the biofeedback processes he required of it. By the time he became fully aware of his coordinates, he knew why he wasn't budging. He'd stopped wanting to move, another wave of tiredness fuzzing his mind up.

Two arms around him, a warm, living pressure on his side, his headrest rising and falling nigh imperceptibly, echoed in the breath that made his scalp tickle as soon as he felt it disturb a few hairs. Ooh. 'duh'. His eyes were still open, but for the time being he didn't bother seeing much. Anything beyond the couch wasn't important enough to even briefly focus on. Once he'd taken in what he could see of Velegis, the rest of his torso which he was lying against, his legs and tail, and the arm that covered the lower edge of his range of vision, he closed his eyes again and rested.
Their heartbeats hadn't been disrupted, or they might've awoken each other.
Then again, Velegis had been awake for a while now, and he'd noticed him slipping into consciousness. It didn't deter him from observing him in all silence. He was aware of the damages Brynn had done to himself over the years, as much as he knew why he'd chosen to do so. That didn't keep him from experiencing an aversion to seeing the wounds on his arms and wanting to let him heal. At least his other half wasn't careless on purpose, and he took measures to prevent such complications if he could. Not much to be done about it.

Eventually, Brynn stirred again. A few minutes or half an hour had gone by, neither found it important to keep a record. He'd laid still for too long, Gis had felt him shift a little all through the night, yet after waking, he'd stopped doing so. Dozing ahead, it was a quite natural reflex of people to keep their movements to a minimum to avoid breaking that blissful moment in which everything just fit. Until the point where the discomfort reared again, and announced the not-to-be-ignored urge to flip over. So that was what he did.
Gis lifted his arms a little while that slightly feverish fish squirmed around, drawing his legs up and curling around to face him with those startling pale blue eyes, now only half opened to allow only a slit of ice to show through. Brynn gave a small smirk, and showed he was watching him back. Odd how such a piercing yellow stare could be such a welcome view. Only when Brynn kept up that dozy gaze for a while, did Gis notice he'd forgotten to lower his arms back down, and finally did so. A bit of a haphazard embrace it was, but didn't the thought count? Their hearts fluttered a little when the full contact was restored. Brynn's look lost that 'aren't you forgetting something' edge, and he nudged into him a little, closing his eyes again, his lips forming into a faint smile now. Gis flicked his tail and stared.
Not long after, he'd drifted off into introspective again, and back to watching his Brynn repose in all silence. How peaceful. Only when he let his gaze wander back to Brynn's face a while later, he found he was being inspected with equal attention. Oh hi. Hello. Hey there. There was no need for words. Brynn had been watching his face, followed that slow travel of the norn's irises almost lazily, that brilliant wild almost electric yellow amidst the obsidian. His nose, his lips, his jawline, that still livid, deep scar over his restored right eye. And the few dark strands of hair that had slipped back over his face and ears after the heavy night, and those heron-tennae peeking from behind his neck. The sight almost elicted a little enchanted smile. When he found those eyes staring back into his own, the eye-contact almost visible, he didn't resist that impulse, and wrapped his arms around him. That slight widening of Gis's eyes was enough to make that smile shift into a pleased, dazed expression. When the man responded by gathering him up -how was it possible anyone is so strong yet so innocently gentle- and picking him into his lap, Brynn knew this would be one of those moments that left a gap in his memory later, but Gis would remember it for him. All he knew at the moment was that he suddenly ached for his touch and proximity, and he pressed himself into the norn as if he wanted to melt into him. Not too far from the truth, that. Their heartbeat sped up, and Velegis was at loss for only a split second. Then, he laid his arms around him, held him close, tense and rigid, but controlled. For a short but painful moment, the feeling that they weren't one as they were supposed to be was overwhelming, and by the time it had abated, they were both left a little shaken up. Shuddering breaths, hesitant hearts, but they were together still. Velegis started softly stroking Brynn's head when he felt his distress, hunched all around him, becoming a safe haven, a shield, and eggshell for him. Between them, Gis' pendant glowed faintly, a cold core but a core none the less.
They remained like that for a long time, no disturbance approaching, until at last, they'd found their rhythm again, calm and steady. Gis had almost zoned out when Brynn shifted in his arms, looked up at him with wide awake eyes, almost challenging. Before he knew it, Brynn had sat up in his lap, reared up slowly, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Velegis responded to it a few seconds later, and for once, all eyes were closed. When they broke away, Brynn laid his arms over Gis's shoulders, locking his hands loosely over each other behind his neck and laid his forehead onto the norn's, initiating visual contact again. Velegis couldn't not stare back. He sat there, feeling Bynn's weight on his legs, his arms now limp by his sides. A firm posture had never looked so slack. Brynn himself was oddly strained to keep up that position, a physical off-balance, but his mind was calm. Only when his heart started racing from fighting gravity and common sense -sit down you fool-, he gave a soft sigh, and slid back into a clingy embrace. Gis laid his arms around him again, now that he knew what to do again. This time he kept his hold while Brynn squiggled a little to get comfortable, making a teensy little noise of discomfort until he settled. Yes.. shh.. there you go. After a while, they ended up with Brynn sitting on his lap again, leaned against his shoulder, and when Velegis lifted a hand to brush away a stray bang that'd flicked into his eyes, Brynn intercepted it. Just a touch, and again Gis froze a little, just for a moment, until he broke through and completed the movement he'd planned on, letting his hand rest against Brynn's cheek, with the man's hand on his own. Maybe it wasn't so bad that time moved slowly sometimes.

In the end, it was a rather epic sugar low that ended this. Brynn began blinking a little more than usual, and became a little paler than he already was. In response, Velegis picked him up. No need to retaliate, you might as well have protested against a forklift truck. Hop to the kitchen.
Not long after, they shared breakfast in silence, slipping back into a comfortable routine. What to do after this, ongoing plans, possible problems with his experimental setup... How to get throught he day while getting Brynn to submit under a bit of extra care, before those punctures became inflamed again, the usual...
Nit that they ever quite stopped thinking about each other.

So many things they could say, so many things they could do, all in vain, all so empty. Anything they had to share was already shared. They knew they wanted each other to be safe, and they knew they were protected. The pain would never stop, but at least someone else knew to accept that.You're mine, I'm yours, we belong here, together. Nobody else would ever matter more.
Neither could tell why their first reunion hadn't been this way. It just felt so right, uplifting, confusing but not in a bad way. Maybe they were acting like fools..? Just maybe? Who knows. Who cares. They were Lost as it was. Lost in what? In life, in death, in this world or in each other? Who cares. They were Lost to everyone else, but they knew that together, they never were.

[Schemilix]

Eeee it's perfect. Your 'not getting much done' doesn't matter because I think you just summed them up in 2267 words. ;w;

[Schemilix]

Pairing: DiegoxSan
'Genre': Crack/probably more true than it should be
Type: Fluffiriffic

Suppose you had a little cat, and suppose he was a very strange cat. Say he was a little cat that always thought he was a kitten, and seemed to see things that weren't there. Suppose you got a tad heavy on the red dye while drunk, and somehow you awaken with a hangover, and your little cat had become a rather less little human being.
This was what most people seemed to think San was: a stupid feline who never grew out of playing with yarn.

On the other hand, suppose you meet a carpenter. He fixes your house without a word of complaint then runs with the bill – his own bill.
This man's Diego, but this, this is a long time from now.

Now, cast your mind back – not that you're really 'now' at all – a long, long time ago. Longer than the lifetimes of entire civilisations, in fact. Longer than the Egyptians roamed and the Romans reigned, longer than twice a world's lifespan.

Then turn your gaze to the setting of many suns, and peer through the veil of the stars and clouds and worlds and moons and galaxies, and you'll find there our little story. One of a many among a many, but in its own way exceptional; as no two snowflakes are alike, no two stories have the same intricate fronds.

“Two in a day. That's a record.” Diego pulled off his eye patch for a moment to scratch his brow and frowned petulantly. “Will troubles never cease? … San?” the angel glanced round when he didn't get a response and raised his eyebrows.
“Uh? Oh right yeah. Problems.” the brunette shook his head and holstered his gun. “Would you rather a boring, good world, or an interesting, pain in the behind world?” he stared up at the stars that were starting to peer out from their blanket. Felt like contemplating his navel for a while.
Diego felt he might as well join in, crawled to sit next to his friend and assume the 'night sky will write its answers in white ink' position. It never did, but the ritual persisted, nonetheless.
“It depends. It's a question we can never answer, because people'll never be content with what they have.” Diego offered, putting his eye patch back in place and resting his arms behind his head comfortably. Rekkun paused for quite some time. Then quite some more time.
“Diego you think way too much.”
“I know.”
'Companionable silence' didn't even begin to answer it, then. How they both didn't have cramps in their arms and a severe case of the-lion-king-itus was something only their God probably bothered to think about. When the stars again refused an answer, Diego took initiative and stood, leaning on a tree from lingering lethargy.
“We should go.” he smiled fondly when he realised that the silence had probably been down to the sleeping young dead man dozing on a log. Part of him wanted to live him there, but his logic said that Rekkun wasn't going to thank him for a cricked neck and various wood creatures in his ears. “Saaaannnn.” he nudged his arm with a boot.
“Gitoff.” Rekkun's disgruntled expression would have made a lesser man laugh.
“Get up, lazy. We're going home.” Diego settled for chuckling. Would troubles never cease. Well, wonders never did either. Sometimes, Diego thought, things balance out.

Once Rekkun had stood, brushed the enterprising caterpillars off his jacket and straightened his hat, they set off at their own space.
“I spy-”
“Not the time.”
“Alright, fine.” Rekkun settled for stuffing his hands in his pockets. Now the sun was gone, and wasn't baking the earth, it got cold.
This land had to be one of the only placed were 'Summer wear' included a pair of shorts, a bikini, and several thick jumpers. Not that Rekkun wore bikinis, that would just be wrong.
“You know...” the gunner glanced up from counting his footsteps briefly. The moon was only quarter out, by now they were practically navigating by memory and luck alone.
“No, not really. Do I know what?” Diego squinted in the dim light, trying to find which exit led home – did that read Sterram Close or a strangle a goose? Depth perception would probably have helped.
“...On second thought... It's not important. You carry on. That says Sterram by the way.”
Diego chose not to comment on the fact that there wasn't much to carry on with. Besides, they were nearly home.
Rekkun could almost hear his bed mewing his name. Almost. He wasn't off the edge just yet.

“...D...Diego I can't sleep.”
The angel woke up to a pale face with sad brown eyes mysteriously appearing at the foot of his bed.
“Shh, what's the matter, friend.” Diego selflessly peeled out of bed and padded over in his pyjamas, managing a comforting, if bedraggled, smile.
“...I just feel like something terrible's going to happen, you know how nightmares do that, right? And now I feel bad for waking you up. I should go.”
“...Hmm. As far as I'm aware even a human should trust his instincts.” Diego started, then noticed that really wasn't helping. “But of course, it could just be a dream. Probably is, you know. You could tell me, if you like.” he settled on the side of the bed and rested his arms over his thighs after patting the empty space next to him in lieu of an invitation. Rekkun took him up on his offer and sat down, plucking at his sleeve.
“I don't remember. I just can't sleep.” he confessed, suddenly feeling remarkably foolish despite himself. Fortunately, his friend smiled understandingly. “Would you...”
“...Yes.” the angel laid his arm around him affectionately. “Of course.”
Rekkun rested his head on his breast, feeling a little easier already. A little. The last time he'd felt this worried... He shuddered, causing Diego to stroke his hair and tut fondly.
“Shhhhh.” the angel soothed quietly next to his ear. “Don't think about it.”
Rekkun jolted from surprise when he felt arms around his stomach – his damn stomach! - but settled quickly. They'd keep each other safe, always, God will it. The embrace was comforting anyway, no matter where it was.
Diego smiled and rapped the protector with his knuckles with a dull noise.
“There's my San.” he patted his head affectionately. “Don't let it get you down eh.”
Rekkun wondered why he didn't let go, then again...
“You know, about earlier?” he wriggled in Diego's grasp uncomfortably.
“Mhm?” Diego grunted as he yawned, his visible eye screwed shut from the force of it.
“...Wait... Nevermind again.” the smaller of the two hung his head, abashed. Shifting his weight from one buttock to the other absently, the Grigori sighed, with as many feelings and inflections as there were stars in that one exhalation.
“I think I know.” he murmured. To test this theory, he planted a soft little kiss on the gunner's cheek. Flushing despite himself, Rekkun wrung his hands and looked down.
“You do.”

It was only later, when he lost him, that Diego realised that he'd been wrong to doubt his partner's instincts; in all his years being 'around', it was rare that humans were wrong with such things, he found. Maybe if he'd have believed him, given in to the nagging little voice nagging about caution and lightning striking twice... Maybe. He'd never know.
Alone again, Diego sorely missed everything – the impromptu games, the tomfoolery, everything that the young gunner had that he often found himself lacking, being too down to earth. Part of him had always believed that, being rounded in his ways, it should have been Rekkun that had the wings.
The humans who believed such things might have said that, after so long, he already did, but Trisagiel would never get to see them. He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, collecting himself.
Life went on. Life always, always went on.

Life continuing on as it did, so did the lives of the miscreants. Dealing with them alone was no small task but nothing beyond the capabilities of a Grigori, heaven forbid. Perhaps he channelled his loss, his guilt, his regrets, his lingering anger, into every mark he took down, into every thrust of his spear. Perhaps without his gunner he might not have done it – but he was there, really, lingering enough to push through, push on. His vitality never left. Diego didn't need a third eye to know that. Days spilled together, drops in an endless ocean, just the way he liked it.
That was, until, somebody decided that a meteor was about due.

Standing in the middle of a clearing, with the groaning limbs of trees reaching out for a comfort in the desolate forest, Diego waited. For what? Same as always. Being accustomed to waiting, and being of a thoughtful mind, he drifted off, idling his mind with things most men wouldn't care to waste their energy on.
Thus absorbed by the nature of things, contemplating, he barely registered the branch snapping behind him. Hang on – why was she coming from that way? This demoness was supposed to be light, unless she suddenly put on a lot of weight an stopped floating, something was off.
A broken giggle was passed along the withered leaves of the trees that suddenly seemed to be hemming him in. His spine crawled and he whipped round.
Vibrant green eyes widening, he gasped. A flash of red darted away where his vision couldn't follow: a glint of a gun, a branch ushering this manic stranger away.
Diego paled. Had that been...? Been his San? That glint of gun, that face – he'd recognise it even from a shorter glimpse. Could that have been San, changed, but alive?
Despite that, he didn't know if that was Rekkun Felis – logically, he could be no one else.
He didn't know. He just didn't know.

[Suki ~Graficcha]

Glad you like mine *v*

.. and awwwwwwww. *could read yours over and over* it's a strartling lot like them, if not perfect to the notch IC, it works awesomely. *cuddlllll*