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tornheart2017-09-17 02:30 am
blacktemper) wrote in tornheart2017-09-17 02:30 am
you leave me little notes on my pillow
Who: Vincent & Kit
When: Sept. 16th
Where: Green Valley School
What: Apparently some people take offense to others sleeping on benches.
[it's been almost a day and a half since his roommates were brainless enough to lead the police right to their apartment, and Vincent still hasn't managed to muster up any feelings on the matter beyond severe exasperation. he'd spent far longer in more dire circumstances immediately following his flight from home; all things considered, this was just a minor annoyance.
even so, hanging around various parts of Hagu had only served to keep his irritation hot rather than further cooling it down. for a change in scenery he's made his way to Eddan's most prestigious academic facility, although the choice has its practical components as well. even without a uniform it was easy to mistake him for merely another student hanging around after school, including (as he found out soon after his arrival) 'borrowing' a blanket and pillow from the nurse's office.
it's late in the day now, the realm of students with extracurricular activities, and Vincent's made himself quite comfortable on one of the many benches scattered around campus. he'd kept to one beneath a tree earlier in the day, but the weather had promised to get a bit windy during the night and so he's moved so as to avoid waking up covered in nature's refuse.
he seems to be pretty comfortable all the same, stretched out bodily with his legs crossed and guitar resting peacefully by his feet. it had been a small mercy that he'd been on his way home from practice when he'd heard the stupid news, preventing his precious instrument from suffering the same temporary lockdown as the rest of his belongings. a sloppily folded newspaper obscures most of his face from view, although the telltale smoke trail curling over the paper makes it easy to guess what else he's doing back there.
it's not the smartest thing to be doing when you're trying to lay low, but nicotine addiction is an ugly thing. every now and then Vincent pauses in his progress through today's sudoku to look over at any students he feels are staring at him too long, leveling a truly frightening glower their way. go on, it seems to dare them. just try and report this to a teacher.]
When: Sept. 16th
Where: Green Valley School
What: Apparently some people take offense to others sleeping on benches.
[it's been almost a day and a half since his roommates were brainless enough to lead the police right to their apartment, and Vincent still hasn't managed to muster up any feelings on the matter beyond severe exasperation. he'd spent far longer in more dire circumstances immediately following his flight from home; all things considered, this was just a minor annoyance.
even so, hanging around various parts of Hagu had only served to keep his irritation hot rather than further cooling it down. for a change in scenery he's made his way to Eddan's most prestigious academic facility, although the choice has its practical components as well. even without a uniform it was easy to mistake him for merely another student hanging around after school, including (as he found out soon after his arrival) 'borrowing' a blanket and pillow from the nurse's office.
it's late in the day now, the realm of students with extracurricular activities, and Vincent's made himself quite comfortable on one of the many benches scattered around campus. he'd kept to one beneath a tree earlier in the day, but the weather had promised to get a bit windy during the night and so he's moved so as to avoid waking up covered in nature's refuse.
he seems to be pretty comfortable all the same, stretched out bodily with his legs crossed and guitar resting peacefully by his feet. it had been a small mercy that he'd been on his way home from practice when he'd heard the stupid news, preventing his precious instrument from suffering the same temporary lockdown as the rest of his belongings. a sloppily folded newspaper obscures most of his face from view, although the telltale smoke trail curling over the paper makes it easy to guess what else he's doing back there.
it's not the smartest thing to be doing when you're trying to lay low, but nicotine addiction is an ugly thing. every now and then Vincent pauses in his progress through today's sudoku to look over at any students he feels are staring at him too long, leveling a truly frightening glower their way. go on, it seems to dare them. just try and report this to a teacher.]
THAT'S WHY YOU GOTTA TEACH HIM presumably
His fingers dug deep into the pillow...and he realized he had a few options. He could drop it on the floor where it would rest uselessly but for being seen as a challenge, a sort of throwing down the gauntlet. He could also tuck the pillow behind him for extra comfort in his chair, also a gesture that would prompt retaliation and physical confrontation. The third option was the least likely to resort in violence...and that was the one Kit went with.
He swung his legs off the arm of the chair and rose to his full height, dropping the pillow into the seat where he'd been sitting a moment ago. Then, without a word, without even meeting Vincent's toxic stare, he turned and started towards his room.]
WE ARE NOT GETTING THE ROBOT LAID WHILE HE'S HOOKED UP TO A COMA PATIENT
he'd harbored some doubts before, but there was absolutely no other way to interpret all of this: Vincent's previous actions were still weighing as heavily on his roommate's mind as his own. it isn't the failure of his projectile to connect that sparks his anger, but the way that Kit removes himself wordlessly from another situation that ought to be commonplace and almost pleasant.
the insult to his band is completely forgotten. Vincent's feet hit the ground only moments after his former companion's, propelling him forward as he uses his speed to get in front of the other boy and bar his way by standing in the bedroom doorway. his posture doesn't seem to be inviting a battle, for once, but his eyes are burning with the same sort of intensity.]
That's enough bullshit.
[if Kit wouldn't tolerate him acting like a child then there was absolutely no way he was going to extend the courtesy when their situations were reversed. they were going to have this all out here and no, consequences be damned.]
GOTTA JUMP START THAT BRAIN ACTIVITY SOME WAY
What bullshit are you talking about?
[Was it that Vincent didn't know how to let go? Was it that he wouldn't be satisfied until they'd bled each other dry? Was he so desperate to control and dominate that he had to chase down everyone in his line of sight and attempt to bring them to heel just so he didn't feel so small himself?
Those were things Kit wondered...even as he gently knocked the unbitten side of his pear against the other boy's forehead.]
I want to show you something and you're in the way.
THIS IS NOT THE WAY
there were a lot of potential scenarios that had floated through Vincent's head, but this had hardly ranked among them. who the hell just wandered off to do something like that after openly antagonizing someone? who the hell did that when they were already naturally inclined to run their mouth at any given opportunity?
his irritation remains plastered across his face, but even with that in the way it was easy to see the confusion in his thoughts. seriously, what the fuck had this day been even.]
How about using your damn words, then?
[he doesn't move, but the tension leaves his body in such a way that indicates he won't protest over being nudged to the side to provide entry. it would be a lie to say he wasn't curious about whatever Kit wanted to show him.]
WHY NOT IT'S FINE
[Vincent wouldn't find himself nudged aside, but rather back against the door as Kit closed the distance between them. For a moment it seemed that's where he intended to stay, pressed so close that their bodies were practically touching...
...and then the soft click of the doorknob turning interrupted their impasse and Kit backed Vincent into his room.
The light was flicked on as he slipped by his guest, leaving Vincent to decide whether or not to stand in the doorway or close the door. It made no difference to him. The thing he was most interested in was, apparently, somewhere at his desk. Pulling open the drawer he withdrew his notebook from inside, the same green leather booklet that he was always carrying with him, with the red rose that decorated its cover.
It was held out to Vincent to take.]
NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS FINE
[clearly, patience was overrated. it's a belief that Vincent very nearly puts into practice when the other boy strides forward, leaving nothing more than a hair's breadth between them. for one electric moment he couldn't help thinking that maybe this was what he'd wanted to show him, and that they were going to talk about earlier after all -
just what the hell was the matter with him?
the thought streaks across his mind at the same time that the doorknob clicks and brings him crashing down back into reality. he's immeasurably grateful for both, shaking off whatever strange spell had come upon him with a sharp turn of the head. nothing. it was nothing. meaningless.
even so, he closes the door quietly behind them.
things click more rationally into place when he turns around once more and finds Kit holding the selfsame notebook which he'd rescued so valiantly from a coffee attack earlier. it seemed that he would indeed be extended the same trust he'd once given himself, despite having done nothing to earn it.
Vincent does nothing with reverence, and so it would be untrue to describe the way he takes the notebook from his companion as such. but there's a definite measure of respect in his actions that is usually completely nonexistent, even in the way he carefully cracks it open and begins leafing through.]
GET WITH THE TIMES
Some of the entries had "names" given to them. Cosmos Bipinnatus was called "Mie" and Adenium Obesum was "Ie." The name neatly scrawled next to Helleborus Niger was "Necni" and it appeared to have the most notes written about it.
It was also the name of the flower Kit had mentioned the other day after their confrontation. The toxic and beautiful one.
Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, Kit said...]
Many of the entries in there are real and contain information about the plants I grow and the purposes they serve, but several of the pages are about the Awakened and Unawakened, too. It's a simple code, only meant to fool anyone who takes a passing glance at it.
[The point of showing Vincent this? That was simple. It was to demonstrate that he understood more than the other boy seemed to think, that he was well aware of the Vincent's toxicity, difficult nature, and even his sometimes fetid behaviors...but also what was good about him. He was resilient, capable of thriving in harsh conditions, and while he was classified as one type of flower, he was so beautiful he'd earned the right to be called a "rose."
In essence, the notebook said more than Kit had ever been willing to, and was more forthright than he could ever hope to be.]
I'M WITH THEM BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK YOU ARE
for the first time in what feels an eternity, he neither knows how to feel nor can he muster up the desire to be angry at his confusion. nothing rankled him more than being placed in a box - especially one that was essentially of his own making, with walls created from truths. but there was such care, almost tenderness, in these notes that he couldn't help feeling something else tugging in his chest.
never in his life had he been seen as clearly as the words describing some foreign blossom. it was something that he always thought he'd react to violently, but strangely enough he found that when it was Kit behind those sharp eyes it felt almost...comforting.
after several years' worth of silence, he finally looks up at the other teen now seated on his bed. there's no possible way to read his expression.]
Seems a little lopsided to me.
[when he wanted something Vincent was always blunt and direct. but in this moment he isn't completely certain that he's interpreting things correctly, and so he's resorted to this cat and mouse game of intention obtuseness and riddles. he needed something small and vague to begin working his way to the point, something that would allow him to back down at the first sign of trouble.]
STUCK IN FLOWER HELL THAT'S WHERE
[If this fact seemed to bother Kit, he was careful not to let it show. In fact, much like Vincent, his outward disposition was virtually undecipherable, a perfect mask for the way it reflected everything and seemed to let nothing through. Beneath his polished surface, however, Kit's mind was racing. He wasn't really sure how to interpret Vincent's reaction much less his expression. Did he understand the context at all?]
The Hellebore is actually of the buttercup family, but it is also known as the Christmas Rose.
[He met the other boy's gaze without flinching, nodding once to the book in his hands.]
As I'm sure you can tell by the cover of the notebook, roses are my favorite.
SEEK HELP. OR WEEDKILLER.
for as frantically as he'd fought away such an idea, even after kissing the other boy no less than twice unprompted, Vincent was surprised at his own reaction to the realization. the bottom had dropped out of his stomach, understandably, but it was due to excitement rather than dread. it felt as if someone had just attached a live wire beneath his skin.]
So what you're saying is I've got competition.
[it's such a mild statement, especially for him. but when Vincent closes the distance between them, standing too-close with only enough space to hold the notebook out to his companion, the look in his eyes is anything but sedate.]
You ought to know by now I do anything to win.
I SAID FLOWERS NOT WEEDS JFC
I'm not sure what gave you that impression.
[How could Vincent have competition? That implied that Kit had a similar interest in anyone else, that he had the same inability to control himself around any other person. The idea was preposterous, not only because there weren't that many arousing people in Eddan, but because the numbers of those who could keep up with him were already slim to none. Excepting Vincent, of course.
He'd proven already how capable he was. What's more...they had a history. A whole other life. There was an irresistible connection between them already, and it was that same connection that troubled Kit the most. What would happen when they Awakened? Would these feelings still exist, or would they disappear? And if they didn't vanish, how might they complicate the relationship between Kurama and Hiei?
Gently, Kit reached around Vincent and set his notebook on the corner of his desk. But instead of pulling away, he wrapped his arms around the other teen's middle and pressed his forehead against him.
Why was it that no matter how hard he contemplated this problem he couldn't find a solution that made everyone happy?]
IT'S ALL THE SAME IN HELL
it wasn't for the situation itself, he knew that much. while he couldn't say that he knew absolutely what he wanted, he knew what he didn't want - and that included sweeping all of this under the rug again. the only plausible explanation was the fact that he simply didn't know how to be gentle.
the inclination to move with softness was a foreign one to him, and his inability to act on it left him almost paralyzed. this was vulnerability of the worst kind, and most frightening of all Vincent found that he didn't mind. if it was only Kit, then that was fine.
when had he become so trusting of another person? moreover, when had he become so desperate for their attention that he'd go to such lengths just to ensure they wouldn't stop looking at him?]
You did.
[with his muted reactions and the way that he'd practically hurled himself from the dorm rather than discuss whatever feelings Vincent's repeated liplocks had upon him. he was hardly an insecure person, but seeing the object of their affections (had it really come to that?) refuse to so much as interact with him certainly gave the impression of there being another to combat.
in this case it merely happened that the 'other' wasn't another person: it was Kit himself.
a hand reaches out to carefully tuck a strand of hair behind the other boy's ear. he ignores how badly he's shaking to instead trace his fingers down along the arc of his companion's jaw. it comes to rest lightly at the base of his neck, a pleasantly warm presence.
what should they do about this? as Vincent drops his head to rest atop his partner's, he can't help but contemplate that. as forthright as he was, this wasn't a decision that he could make alone. whatever the choice, they had to progress towards it together.]
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Unseen, Kit smiled at the accusation. That Vincent would have thought there was another because Kit had acted like he didn't want him was so self-important that he could laugh. As if the very idea of someone not wanting him if he wanted them had simply never occurred to Vincent. But Kit took no offense. It was so uniquely Vincent that he couldn't help but think this misunderstanding was inevitable.
And Kit had taunted him about being jealous, too. In hindsight, was it really any wonder he had become so irate? It was like having something you deeply desired hung teasingly before you just out of reach. Kit hadn't realized what he'd been doing by saying such things, hadn't realized that he was doing to Vincent what he hated most himself about their situation as Unawakened.
But he knew now...even if he still didn't know what to do. Vincent didn't want to acknowledge that he had another life. Telling him that he was hesitant to act for that reason would only spark another argument. But providing no excuse at all would only lead to more misunderstandings.]
Two weeks.
[That's all the time they had between that moment and Awakening. Two weeks. It wasn't very much time, but it was too much for seeds of discontent to take root, all the 'what if' questions hanging in the air unanswered, all that anxiety left to fester...
Kit's arms tightened around Vincent and pulled him closer.]
Will we even want the same things then?
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[the words are no less forceful for being mumbled directly into that rose-scented hair. he hadn't realized how much he'd missed being able to breathe in this smell until now, when the hazy moments of drunkenness finally made sense.]
We'll be 'dead' by then.
[he didn't intend to allow himself to succumb to the will of another, not even a person he'd been in another life. but for the sake of this argument that didn't matter; whether Vincent himself succeeded or not, he knew that his companion would charge ahead towards his other self no matter the cost. at least one of them would 'die' whether they acted on this or not.
why, then, should they hold themselves back in consideration for the very people who would be stealing their existence? better to enjoy what they could now, while they still had a chance.
his fingers trace idle little circles along Kit's neck as he willingly heeds the call of the other boy's arms and steps closer, leaning in to the touch. just like Awakening, they couldn't go back from this. hand in hand, both of them had run too far forward to escape from their choices now.]
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Would they be dead when that time came? Or would they be whole?
Enjoying whatever was between them was something that he wanted to do, but how could he be absolutely certain it was the right thing? Knowing so little about Kurama and Hiei, it was impossible to tell if they would be making a grave error by allowing themselves to feel the way they did much less acting on those feelings. He had no reason to believe there were others in their previous lives, but doing what he was afraid they were about to do could destroy an otherwise strong partnership.
In the midst of whatever strange and paranormal war was taking place in Eddan, compromising each other that way seemed unnecessarily risky and promised only a fugitive reward at best. The prize wasn't worth all that it would cost them in the end.
...and yet, Kit couldn't let go.
He wanted to, but it was like touching fire. A part of him had been bonded to Vincent now in a way that would cause irreparable damage to them both if he tried to pull away. Maybe, if he hadn't let the other boy kiss him twice already, if he hadn't allowed himself to keep touching him or seeking him out, maybe then they wouldn't be in this mess. But it was too late for maybes. Too late to go back.
Was it a grave they'd dug? Or a bed they'd made?]
...just lie with me for a while.
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if this was enough to shatter their partnership after everything they'd supposedly been through, it wasn't much of a bond to begin with.]
Pushy.
[it doesn't sound as if he minds nearly as much as he'd like to, if the soft laugh immediately following his admonishment is any indication. Kit does receive a small pinch on his ear for being so demanding, but his hand continues moving almost instantly.
this is probably the most careful he's been in years, and Vincent has no idea if it's because he's afraid that too much force will cause this entire fragile setup to break or not. softly, slowly, he moves to climb onto the bed without breaking the hold the other boy has on him. just as gently he pulls them both down, the one hand still holding onto Kit's neck acting as a cushion for his head during the descent.
this was their grave. let them lie in it together.]
you know what i forgot. that kit had a pear.
But if one of them could hold on, surely the other could, too?
He tested that theory by inching a little closer on the bed, enough to press the palm of one hand to Vincent's cheek, fingers gliding slowly along his jaw until they came to rest just beneath his chin. And, with a careful gesture, tentative in its administration, he brought the other boy's face closer to his own and kissed him.]
a pear he clearly finished
they're practically moving in slow motion, making it easy to predict what his companion hopes to accomplish next. there's more than ample time for him to draw away or protest, and yet Vincent remains completely motionless, eyes locked on his partner. for all their bravado they were both like frightened rabbits in this moment; he didn't want to do a damn thing that might scare him off.
the moment their lips touch he can feel an electricity running through him that was absent from their last kiss. he knows why - this time Kit was allowing himself to act on his feelings rather than remaining a statuesque spectator to his roommate's explorations. the difference it makes is staggering, and Vincent can't help but respond with equal vigor.
there's still no skill in his kissing; it's clear that even if they both weren't trying to keep things gentle and relatively slow this wouldn't change. Kit has managed to steal his first, second, and third kiss all in a single day. what he did have, at least, was passion. for once it was exceedingly easy to read his emotions through his actions.]
all of it. core, seeds, stem and all. yum.
So every kiss was as tentative as it was deliberate, continually testing Vincent's feelings as well as his readiness. The last time they had been this close, neither of them had been in his right mind and only an unplanned interruption had stopped them from doing something they might have regretted at that stage. Kit wanted to be sure there were no regrets between them now, that whatever happened it wasn't only because they were seeing each other through a fog of affection, but were thinking with clear heads and hearts.
His fingers wandered upwards from Vincent's chin and, with a touch, gently coaxed his lips apart. He deepened the kiss then, his tongue seeking out Vincent's, but just like his partner, each step was taken slowly in the event that the other boy might change his mind and want to put an abrupt end to...whatever this was.
Kit didn't know what to call it. It was theirs. And perhaps that was all that mattered.]
fiber's important ok
it was those same clashes which had sparked this flame, after all.
his own hand moves to tangle itself up in Kit's fiery hair, keeping him softly in place as their tongues meet with no small measure of trepidation. he can't help but massage the other boy's scalp for a moment or two, instinctively checking for the lockpicks he knows are hidden away somewhere in those tresses. it was such an absurd storage location, and one he couldn't help but look on with fondness now.]
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Their lips met again, more firmly this time than the last and with almost enough force to push Vincent over onto his back.
He'd never told anyone else about keeping various handy tools tucked away in his hair, but something had compelled him to tell Vincent. Even now, without the effects of alcohol clouding his judgment, he wanted the other boy to know more about him. Maybe even know all of him. As terribly as they clashed with one another, it only seemed to make moments like this all the more inviting.
Something that was conveyed in the way his teeth teased the tip of Vincent's tongue and then his lower lip, sharp but playful and with considerably more courage than a moment ago.]
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there doesn't seem to be anything worth worrying about in reality, not with the way Kit comes crashing back into him. he very nearly rolls over onto his back, but rises to the challenge in the nick of time and pushes against the kiss with equal vigor. he may have never been with anyone before, but there was no way he was going to allow that to make him an unequal partner. he certainly wasn't going to end up on his back first.
that vow is tested almost immediately as the scrape of the other boy's teeth over his flesh leaves Vincent feeling equal parts weak and electrified. he seeks out revenge, pressing in close to try and capture Kit's own tongue; while he doesn't intend to do any real damage, he feels that drawing just a little prick of blood might be an apt punishment.]
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