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[ note: if you feel i am vague in some parts, its intentional! lol sometimes Heero is just as clueless into what is occurring as you are. still have that desire to know all? i implore you to read the other characters blogs! heh heh ]
10/06/AC 197 [ surrender ]
i lied in an early bed, thinking late thoughts. replaying the previous day's occurrences numerous times within my head. relishing in every moment i was with him, pure amenity. these emotions so uncharted, manifesting, swelling. enabling me to choke on my fears, while appeasement dripped over the core of my emanation. i was drowning. sinking, spinning. losing complete sense of myself. it was agreeable. as my aura was spreading, smearing, pouring over. i swallowed my trepidation, and found myself able to breathe, completely immersed. awareness dawns on someone who is not me. the pilot of the gundam deathscythe. envisoning him with out flaw. i extended my hand above me.
he assumed i had the intentions of kissing him, and he had surrendered himself entirely. if only i was aware. if only i had harmonized with his actions. it did not turn out the way i wanted it to. so i mourn the conclusion, leaving myself to endure my self inflicted reprimands. humoring a tinge of obsessive lust. i never bothered to undress last night, still wearing the spoils of that day. the jacket smothering my chest, only adding to my revery. currents of ineffable epiphanies spilling over, seeping through my reasoning. i sighed softly, emerging from my stream of consciousness. i rose from my bed. my departure from the void, i was leaving my apartment, yet still wading through contemporary waters, swirling behind me.
retracing the steps of the night before, his jacket shielding me from the frigid air. i smiled. while musing further. even deeper. i was still engulfed in his scent, and i could almost feel him. fragments of his voice. i entered that art boutique. i was not exactly sure which one he was so transfixed with. i narrowed it down to two pieces of work, considering his position before the pane glass. they contrasted greatly, one abstract, one realistic, one's hues light pastels, the other, blots of lividity. i nodded, probably to reassure my choice, ease my apprehension. "excuse me. i would like to purchase that one." i announed.
i escorted it back to his residence. cradling the large bulk of mass, wrapped in brown paper. i knocked. no one was home. i almost preferred it better this way, as an idea washed over me. i entered, it did not phase me this time. and scanned for a suitable wall. i had to rummage through his possessions for quite some time, before locating adequate utensils to hang the painting. a torrent of thoughts. would this lenify him, was this gesture too late in coming. had he changed his mind? i tried to evade those impending questions. i left no sign to my inappropriate entry, with the omission of the painting adorning an otherwise bare wall. home. my slumber last night was anything but restful. i altered my attire, carefully shedding duo's jacket off, cautiously setting it down. and into sleep apparel. burying my body within the sheets. i cannot recall when sleep finally eased over me.
in a dream i am a different me. with a perfect you. we fit perfectly and for once in my life i feel complete and i still want to ruin it. afraid to look, as clear as day. i cannot stay. the voice inviting me away ...
adrift and at peace. words lulling me awake. warmth raining over my bare skin. tangled, in a web. a mass attached along my back, extensions draped over me. a trail of words. listen. my body, embraced. another. "i need you." open your eyes. no. i do not want this to end. this sensation. i straighten my back, succumbing, wanting every inch of my body enraptured. a lithe form. a human soul. i was awakening, and i was not alone. secure the bind that holds. i locked my arms with his. sleep not tainting my persistence. the euphony of his breathes, the innocuous tightening of his hold on me. as sleep coaxed me back into perfect peace. i whispered, "you came."
my eyes parted. it was night, early morning. most reassuring he was still there, his body pressing down upon mine, legs in-between my own, my chest supporting his head. his hair strewn over me. he had roused as well. fear struck me. do not leave, give me sanctuary. i encircled my arm around his waist, securing him to me. those moments, i was breathing in his life. already dreading its inevitable end and our parting.
"i am sorry." a plea of repentance, for everything i had done to him, all the sin's i have committed, i only wanted his mercy. be my place to hide. can you conceal me, my soft asylum.
"don't be." he dismissed the severity of my tone with a yawn, pawing at my shirt. amassing clumps of fabric within his palms. he flinched involuntarily, as he accidentally inflamed his laceration nestled within his hand. i cradled his wounded hand with mine, and brought it closer to my face.
"how did that happen?" i inquired somberly. his words were forced, but he still complied, and answered my question.
"cut myself on a piece of glass," he stated hushed. i tenderly swept my fingertips over the parting of flesh. i heard him, felt him, reposition, then felt the caress of his hand on my right cheek. fingers encasing my swollen tissue, with a scarlet hue.
"what about you"? he questioned softly.
"someone hit me". divulged dry toned. my composure cracking. he gave no reply, yet climbed up further onto my chest. his cheek and my abused one, adjacent. in my arms and sleep's alike, he soon fell. i hugged him tighter to my body, my hands toying with his stray locks. i was tempted. growing restless. i returned the kiss he bestowed upon me the night before.
commence. [ 11:15 p.m. ]
[ note: if you feel i am vague in some parts, its intentional! lol sometimes Heero is just as clueless into what is occurring as you are. still have that desire to know all? i implore you to read the other characters blogs! heh heh ]
10/06/AC 197 [ surrender ]
i lied in an early bed, thinking late thoughts. replaying the previous day's occurrences numerous times within my head. relishing in every moment i was with him, pure amenity. these emotions so uncharted, manifesting, swelling. enabling me to choke on my fears, while appeasement dripped over the core of my emanation. i was drowning. sinking, spinning. losing complete sense of myself. it was agreeable. as my aura was spreading, smearing, pouring over. i swallowed my trepidation, and found myself able to breathe, completely immersed. awareness dawns on someone who is not me. the pilot of the gundam deathscythe. envisoning him with out flaw. i extended my hand above me.
he assumed i had the intentions of kissing him, and he had surrendered himself entirely. if only i was aware. if only i had harmonized with his actions. it did not turn out the way i wanted it to. so i mourn the conclusion, leaving myself to endure my self inflicted reprimands. humoring a tinge of obsessive lust. i never bothered to undress last night, still wearing the spoils of that day. the jacket smothering my chest, only adding to my revery. currents of ineffable epiphanies spilling over, seeping through my reasoning. i sighed softly, emerging from my stream of consciousness. i rose from my bed. my departure from the void, i was leaving my apartment, yet still wading through contemporary waters, swirling behind me.
retracing the steps of the night before, his jacket shielding me from the frigid air. i smiled. while musing further. even deeper. i was still engulfed in his scent, and i could almost feel him. fragments of his voice. i entered that art boutique. i was not exactly sure which one he was so transfixed with. i narrowed it down to two pieces of work, considering his position before the pane glass. they contrasted greatly, one abstract, one realistic, one's hues light pastels, the other, blots of lividity. i nodded, probably to reassure my choice, ease my apprehension. "excuse me. i would like to purchase that one." i announed.
i escorted it back to his residence. cradling the large bulk of mass, wrapped in brown paper. i knocked. no one was home. i almost preferred it better this way, as an idea washed over me. i entered, it did not phase me this time. and scanned for a suitable wall. i had to rummage through his possessions for quite some time, before locating adequate utensils to hang the painting. a torrent of thoughts. would this lenify him, was this gesture too late in coming. had he changed his mind? i tried to evade those impending questions. i left no sign to my inappropriate entry, with the omission of the painting adorning an otherwise bare wall. home. my slumber last night was anything but restful. i altered my attire, carefully shedding duo's jacket off, cautiously setting it down. and into sleep apparel. burying my body within the sheets. i cannot recall when sleep finally eased over me.
in a dream i am a different me. with a perfect you. we fit perfectly and for once in my life i feel complete and i still want to ruin it. afraid to look, as clear as day. i cannot stay. the voice inviting me away ...
adrift and at peace. words lulling me awake. warmth raining over my bare skin. tangled, in a web. a mass attached along my back, extensions draped over me. a trail of words. listen. my body, embraced. another. "i need you." open your eyes. no. i do not want this to end. this sensation. i straighten my back, succumbing, wanting every inch of my body enraptured. a lithe form. a human soul. i was awakening, and i was not alone. secure the bind that holds. i locked my arms with his. sleep not tainting my persistence. the euphony of his breathes, the innocuous tightening of his hold on me. as sleep coaxed me back into perfect peace. i whispered, "you came."
my eyes parted. it was night, early morning. most reassuring he was still there, his body pressing down upon mine, legs in-between my own, my chest supporting his head. his hair strewn over me. he had roused as well. fear struck me. do not leave, give me sanctuary. i encircled my arm around his waist, securing him to me. those moments, i was breathing in his life. already dreading its inevitable end and our parting.
"i am sorry." a plea of repentance, for everything i had done to him, all the sin's i have committed, i only wanted his mercy. be my place to hide. can you conceal me, my soft asylum.
"don't be." he dismissed the severity of my tone with a yawn, pawing at my shirt. amassing clumps of fabric within his palms. he flinched involuntarily, as he accidentally inflamed his laceration nestled within his hand. i cradled his wounded hand with mine, and brought it closer to my face.
"how did that happen?" i inquired somberly. his words were forced, but he still complied, and answered my question.
"cut myself on a piece of glass," he stated hushed. i tenderly swept my fingertips over the parting of flesh. i heard him, felt him, reposition, then felt the caress of his hand on my right cheek. fingers encasing my swollen tissue, with a scarlet hue.
"what about you"? he questioned softly.
"someone hit me". divulged dry toned. my composure cracking. he gave no reply, yet climbed up further onto my chest. his cheek and my abused one, adjacent. in my arms and sleep's alike, he soon fell. i hugged him tighter to my body, my hands toying with his stray locks. i was tempted. growing restless. i returned the kiss he bestowed upon me the night before.
commence. [ 11:15 p.m. ]