Disclaimer: *grudgingly*…I, do…not…own…Everworld. Or my babies Chris and Jalil *huggles her babies. *
And I can assure you this is making no money. (Unless someone is feeling generous. *wink, wink*)
A/n: the boredom fairies were chewing me to oblivion so I occupied myself with Jalil/Chris fantasising. This kina appeared. It's based on my beach (I was on the beach when I came up with it) so I'm sorry if peoplefolks get disturbed there now.
This is romantic, so bare with me guys, but I like it. Tell me if it's ooc, to me it's on the verge with Chris (deep down he might love sunsets?!?!) and I'm pretty sure Jalil would NEVER act like that. But heh…always fair in jalil/chris pairings.
Love, the Guinny-Squirrel.
*** .Enjoy kittens. ***
|/|/|/|/|/|At night|\|\|\|\|\|
By Kai
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"I could lie like this forever."
"Mmm."
Shifting onto his side Chris sighed, his breath ruffling his companion hair. Sprawled out in the sand beside him Jalil Sherman lay with his eyes closed, face tilted towards the sweltering, sinking sun.
A motionless fire of speckled orange, dusky pink and fading blue swirled in the distance. The glittering silver-blue sea now met the droopy sun, already half hidden by the horizon. Chris had to admit that he liked the sunset better. The brightness of the sea always seemed to have a clammy effect on him. In a few minutes everything would morph into it's alter aspect.
It's funny how things always seem different at night.
The sun gives way to the moon. The day animals scurry away while the nightlife appears. And best of all the sea turns from a vast, endless blanket of sparkling blue waves, into an inky blackness, almost impossible to see in the dark. Only noted by their soothing chorus and salty scent. Night time waters, they were his favourite.
And of course the best bit of the night. The bit where you suddenly feel the darkness sweep over you. And you change. Chris didn't exactly know /how/ he changed, just that from then on he had a distinct feeling of being…different…in some way. Things always felt and looked better at night the blonde mused.
Casting a long look at the mocha skinned boy beside him he decided that not /all/ things looked better at night.
It was funny to see Jalil like this. He was the scientist, the brains. He believed in knowledge and fact, and Chris doubted he would understand the thing about night.
Seeing him lazing around in the sand in a pair of ripped jeans was almost a shock for Chris, but then he told himself that moments like this were rare, and he should savour them.
And so he did.
"Chris?" The near-whisper interrupted Chris's thoughts and the blonde realised he must have been staring. Averting his gaze he turned back to the sunset to see the last sparks of light. It was almost dark now.
"Do you ever wonder about stuff?" Jalil was still whispering and Chris had to lean in close to hear his words properly. Without waiting for the blonde to form a reply he continued, talking slowly and quietly, almost to himself.
"Do you ever wonder…about what our life would have been like if we had never been to Everworld?" He had been going to say something else, but stopped himself.
Chris did wonder. Or at least he use to. Thoughts like that used to plague him, at first it was because he hated Everworld. All he wanted was to be back home. Getting royally pissed and watching 'Nick at Night.' Instead he was stuck in the middle of gods know where fighting Hel and Ka Anor.
But none of that mattered anymore. Chris had worked out the kinks of living in E. W, and had come to a few realisations on the way.
Without Everworld none of them would be the way they are now. And none of them would have each other. And that would totally suck. Chris knew that Everworld had changed him. And he was glad of it.
"I guess it changed us a lot. It gave us all knowledge of our self we would never have found in the real world. I do things daily now without a second thought that I would never have done before." Chris concluded in a composed sigh. Inside his thoughts were silently noting the fact that Jalil was leaning into him so much that is Chris turned just so the mocha-skinned boy would be practically lying on him. And every time he spoke his breath ruffled the dark strands of inky hair falling over the other boys face.
"Thing like what?" Jalil asked as he shifted closer to Chris.
Chris forgot to breath.
Fighting the urge to run his hands over the patterns of moonlight playing across Jalil's coffee coloured skin. Chris willed his body into action. Leaning over the remaining space he stopped an inch from the other boys face he ran his tongue over his lips self-consciously and said in a breathless whisper
"Things like this…" Then they were kissing.
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Ok. More later. I want to go prod some annoying (and unfortunate) friends with sharp jellyfish.
Toodles. ^.^
(I am writing the next bit…50% done!)