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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 ]
my circadian rhythm urging me to become attentive. at first i resisted, pleaded with it futilely, just a little longer. but it soon claimed victor. i opened my eyes, my faculties of sensation purifying. he was still asleep, at my side, our limbs still in twine. his arm ornamenting my chest. i did not trust myself, he was so subdued. i already step my bounds the night before. too enticing. i tried my best to remove his arm from my contact, with out interrupting his slumber, trying not to manhandle it. tentatively lifting my weight from the mattress. my footfalls traced the bedstead's perimeter, i stood stagnate before the face of the bed. conveying the stray strains of hair obstructing my sight. i exhaled softly. looking on in disbelief, was this my reality? i hope so.
still weary that i might enable his stir from sleep, i deprived all sound from my motions. and limited my apparel selection only to the sole garment of underclothing. still hesitant, i was fearful of closing the door completely. as i showered kept a keen ear for him. nothing but the drone of water. followed by the slippery footsteps treading on the linoleum. snatching a towel off the rack, profusely rubbed its fibers over my flesh. trying to extract the moisture, attempting to induce warmth back in my skin. yet being cautious of the friction, i did not want to induce anything more. that was the last thing i needed. i looped my legs through the according slits in the material of my boxers, in a desultorily manner. lastly tossing the towel over my shoulder, just premature of my reentry into my bedroom, where he resides.
as i stationed myself at the closet's orifice, i heard a tussle of sheets. the box spring squeaking under the shift of weight. i continue my act of choosing from the assortment of clothes. making an effort to hide my interest.
"heero...?" he propositioned. voice still tainted with sleep. i grasped a pair of jeans. and gave my tongue in cheek response.
"you snore." bestowing my commentary upon him, it was followed by his forced laugh. i altered my stance, toward him. we were observant of each other for a length of time, his countenance turned meek. he angled his head away from me, i suppose out of respect for my attire or lack there of.
"were you uncomfortable?" i regaled in the form of a question. he looked at me fixedly, unsure. my index finger emphasized the clothing encircling his body. inferring to the before time were such things were absence.
"i don't always sleep like that ..." he trailed off, feeling self-conscious. i should not toy with him in such a manner. but my hearty enjoyment was evident. it was all in good jest. his reaction, he exited the room, into the bathroom. i slid my jeans on over my legs, and as i began to zip them up, i started to trail in his footsteps, managing to slide the button through the hole before my feet slapped on the linoleum. he had already receded into the shower, curtain concealing him. i was able to frost the tooth paste over the brush's bristles, and fill the sink with running water before he removed his shirt and discarded it on to the floor. his other garments, followed suit. the moving under the convergence of dispersed droplets. i heard the plastic curtain being brushed aside.
"some privacy would be nice." he pestered playfully, then quickly reinstated the curtain to its former place. i clarified for him that it was my bathroom, gazing at my own reflection, a smile pulling at my lips. i did not move from my spot the entire time while he showered. the flow of water ceased. i saw a hand snake out, groping for a towel. i grabbed it before he could, then. trifling, i hung it before his prodding fingers. just before he secured it, i sadistically jerked it out of reach. this repeated. he leaned out from behind the curtain, irritation imbued on his features. i could not dominate my grin into repression. he swiped at the towel again, i let him have it. he withdrew behind the material screen once more. as he emerged with the towel wrapping his hips, i reversed directions, tarrying at the door frame. he stood before the mirror's reflection, and began to perform the routine of braiding his hair. a sudden pang caused him to discontinue abruptly. his lacerated hand, i remembered. repositioning myself behind him. he was alarmed by my touch upon his cool damp exterior. our eyes meet through the aid of the mirror.
"hold still." a light command, more informing than demanding. he succumbed, this made the weaving less difficult. untainted satisfaction, i had to nudge him to remove the tie around his wrist. he complied and i bound the braid. he turned, and offered a smile of approval. i meant to speak, but i faltered. he is quite a sight to behold. i averted my eyes. i felt him shift, perhaps my leer was that obvious. i spun, and directed my walk to the closet. removed clothing, that i could impose on him to wear. he took them, and then scanned the room for a place where he could place them on without being exposed. obvilous to the obvious. i pointed to the bathroom. he politely snickered then penetrated the bathroom once more, shutting the door. i gathered my things and waited by the door, he made haste in attempts to catch up. he was close enough to being completed, i turned to exit through the open door. his lithe form careened into my back, causing me to stumble forward. i repressed a laugh at his lack of grace, while i grabbed his jacket. and eased it around my chest. he must have paused, he caught up with me on the sidewalk, tardy.
we entered our first period class, late, and together. producing more vulgar scutiny. it did not bother me as much, i was with him. we were together. it was not long after i took my seat, our history teacher stood by the door and beckoned me to follow. i looked to duo before i complied, and failed at a smile. already upset this man was forcing me to break his company with me. i took stance by the instructor outside the door, fatigued, impatient, bored. he was growing sick of my apathy towards him, while his question stood alone, answers never emerging. i finally levied my gaze with him, and roused humility in my expression. the furrows on his brow went lax, before he dismissed me to the administrator.
i sat rigidly formal in the chair positioned before another man's desk. he began to scold me for being involved in a fight. i reminded him i did not willingly partake, nor defend myself. he retorted that there were accounts of me provoking it, i did not deny that. but reinforced that i was only evoking the possible change of my own physical demise. i should not be held accountable for someone else's actions. he asked why. why did i do such a thing. i wanted to release the words screaming to be said, because i wanted to see how far he would go. to see if he could bring me death. i altered my intended statement to; "it seemed right, at the time."
he finally grew tired of me, condemning me with no foul. except reprimanding me for leaving un permitted on friday. as i strolled out of his office, maneuvering through the impregnate office. i heard distinct pitch, reminiscent of vocal utterance, i knew. i walked passed a door, ajar. the source. disorient to find duo, being interrogated by another administrator i lingered outside the doorway, in till, finally someone persuaded me into movement again. they retained him for the rest of school, with an addition of an hour. i awaited his dismissal from his bondage. propping my back up against the chain link perimeter. passing the time by letting my fingertips fondle the edge of his jacket, while musing thoughts, ranging from innocent to obscene. protectively supporting my textbooks and binder. i perceived rushed footsteps, aimed at me. i directed my body at the clatter, i looking up, and was greeted by his eyes.
"what happened to you?" i politely submitted my inquiry. together we began walking down the sidewalk. he laughed. trying to avoid it, i grew fixated upon him. trying to seek the truth from his expression. he caught on, and bestowed upon me my desired answer.
"i had detention again." he quietly confessed. words thinning i wanted to know more. and proceeded to ask why he was punished. he looked away, time passing before he finally revealed. "somebody in first period called me a faggot...and i retaliated". he uttered with involuntary pauses. i was completely overthrown. fear, anger, confusion, questioning. full perturbation. more hurt than anything. maybe out of bitter resentment that i was seemingly being lead on, my emotions disposable. or that my diminishing hope could not sustain my sanity, i needed to know.
"you mean to tell me you are not ...?" the question rolling out my tongue, i strived, trying to be capable of convincing. by fault of my own bias. he abruptly became idle. i mimicked, becoming fixed in stance. my features unresisting, as my glazed over eyes fell upon him, unhinging. i was trying not to shake out of trepidation. his lower lip fell, no words could be formed. a scarlet hue smearing over his cheeks. there was no rejection, i refused to let him slip away. i could not. my hand extended outward. my fingers lightly tugged on his. testing the waters. no resistance. my hand clasped his. i think i squeezed it tightly before moving down the side walk. applying slight force to initiate the repetition of his feet. i cannot let him go. it has gone too far. this sweet surrender.
commence. [ 11:36 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 ]
my circadian rhythm urging me to become attentive. at first i resisted, pleaded with it futilely, just a little longer. but it soon claimed victor. i opened my eyes, my faculties of sensation purifying. he was still asleep, at my side, our limbs still in twine. his arm ornamenting my chest. i did not trust myself, he was so subdued. i already step my bounds the night before. too enticing. i tried my best to remove his arm from my contact, with out interrupting his slumber, trying not to manhandle it. tentatively lifting my weight from the mattress. my footfalls traced the bedstead's perimeter, i stood stagnate before the face of the bed. conveying the stray strains of hair obstructing my sight. i exhaled softly. looking on in disbelief, was this my reality? i hope so.
still weary that i might enable his stir from sleep, i deprived all sound from my motions. and limited my apparel selection only to the sole garment of underclothing. still hesitant, i was fearful of closing the door completely. as i showered kept a keen ear for him. nothing but the drone of water. followed by the slippery footsteps treading on the linoleum. snatching a towel off the rack, profusely rubbed its fibers over my flesh. trying to extract the moisture, attempting to induce warmth back in my skin. yet being cautious of the friction, i did not want to induce anything more. that was the last thing i needed. i looped my legs through the according slits in the material of my boxers, in a desultorily manner. lastly tossing the towel over my shoulder, just premature of my reentry into my bedroom, where he resides.
as i stationed myself at the closet's orifice, i heard a tussle of sheets. the box spring squeaking under the shift of weight. i continue my act of choosing from the assortment of clothes. making an effort to hide my interest.
"heero...?" he propositioned. voice still tainted with sleep. i grasped a pair of jeans. and gave my tongue in cheek response.
"you snore." bestowing my commentary upon him, it was followed by his forced laugh. i altered my stance, toward him. we were observant of each other for a length of time, his countenance turned meek. he angled his head away from me, i suppose out of respect for my attire or lack there of.
"were you uncomfortable?" i regaled in the form of a question. he looked at me fixedly, unsure. my index finger emphasized the clothing encircling his body. inferring to the before time were such things were absence.
"i don't always sleep like that ..." he trailed off, feeling self-conscious. i should not toy with him in such a manner. but my hearty enjoyment was evident. it was all in good jest. his reaction, he exited the room, into the bathroom. i slid my jeans on over my legs, and as i began to zip them up, i started to trail in his footsteps, managing to slide the button through the hole before my feet slapped on the linoleum. he had already receded into the shower, curtain concealing him. i was able to frost the tooth paste over the brush's bristles, and fill the sink with running water before he removed his shirt and discarded it on to the floor. his other garments, followed suit. the moving under the convergence of dispersed droplets. i heard the plastic curtain being brushed aside.
"some privacy would be nice." he pestered playfully, then quickly reinstated the curtain to its former place. i clarified for him that it was my bathroom, gazing at my own reflection, a smile pulling at my lips. i did not move from my spot the entire time while he showered. the flow of water ceased. i saw a hand snake out, groping for a towel. i grabbed it before he could, then. trifling, i hung it before his prodding fingers. just before he secured it, i sadistically jerked it out of reach. this repeated. he leaned out from behind the curtain, irritation imbued on his features. i could not dominate my grin into repression. he swiped at the towel again, i let him have it. he withdrew behind the material screen once more. as he emerged with the towel wrapping his hips, i reversed directions, tarrying at the door frame. he stood before the mirror's reflection, and began to perform the routine of braiding his hair. a sudden pang caused him to discontinue abruptly. his lacerated hand, i remembered. repositioning myself behind him. he was alarmed by my touch upon his cool damp exterior. our eyes meet through the aid of the mirror.
"hold still." a light command, more informing than demanding. he succumbed, this made the weaving less difficult. untainted satisfaction, i had to nudge him to remove the tie around his wrist. he complied and i bound the braid. he turned, and offered a smile of approval. i meant to speak, but i faltered. he is quite a sight to behold. i averted my eyes. i felt him shift, perhaps my leer was that obvious. i spun, and directed my walk to the closet. removed clothing, that i could impose on him to wear. he took them, and then scanned the room for a place where he could place them on without being exposed. obvilous to the obvious. i pointed to the bathroom. he politely snickered then penetrated the bathroom once more, shutting the door. i gathered my things and waited by the door, he made haste in attempts to catch up. he was close enough to being completed, i turned to exit through the open door. his lithe form careened into my back, causing me to stumble forward. i repressed a laugh at his lack of grace, while i grabbed his jacket. and eased it around my chest. he must have paused, he caught up with me on the sidewalk, tardy.
we entered our first period class, late, and together. producing more vulgar scutiny. it did not bother me as much, i was with him. we were together. it was not long after i took my seat, our history teacher stood by the door and beckoned me to follow. i looked to duo before i complied, and failed at a smile. already upset this man was forcing me to break his company with me. i took stance by the instructor outside the door, fatigued, impatient, bored. he was growing sick of my apathy towards him, while his question stood alone, answers never emerging. i finally levied my gaze with him, and roused humility in my expression. the furrows on his brow went lax, before he dismissed me to the administrator.
i sat rigidly formal in the chair positioned before another man's desk. he began to scold me for being involved in a fight. i reminded him i did not willingly partake, nor defend myself. he retorted that there were accounts of me provoking it, i did not deny that. but reinforced that i was only evoking the possible change of my own physical demise. i should not be held accountable for someone else's actions. he asked why. why did i do such a thing. i wanted to release the words screaming to be said, because i wanted to see how far he would go. to see if he could bring me death. i altered my intended statement to; "it seemed right, at the time."
he finally grew tired of me, condemning me with no foul. except reprimanding me for leaving un permitted on friday. as i strolled out of his office, maneuvering through the impregnate office. i heard distinct pitch, reminiscent of vocal utterance, i knew. i walked passed a door, ajar. the source. disorient to find duo, being interrogated by another administrator i lingered outside the doorway, in till, finally someone persuaded me into movement again. they retained him for the rest of school, with an addition of an hour. i awaited his dismissal from his bondage. propping my back up against the chain link perimeter. passing the time by letting my fingertips fondle the edge of his jacket, while musing thoughts, ranging from innocent to obscene. protectively supporting my textbooks and binder. i perceived rushed footsteps, aimed at me. i directed my body at the clatter, i looking up, and was greeted by his eyes.
"what happened to you?" i politely submitted my inquiry. together we began walking down the sidewalk. he laughed. trying to avoid it, i grew fixated upon him. trying to seek the truth from his expression. he caught on, and bestowed upon me my desired answer.
"i had detention again." he quietly confessed. words thinning i wanted to know more. and proceeded to ask why he was punished. he looked away, time passing before he finally revealed. "somebody in first period called me a faggot...and i retaliated". he uttered with involuntary pauses. i was completely overthrown. fear, anger, confusion, questioning. full perturbation. more hurt than anything. maybe out of bitter resentment that i was seemingly being lead on, my emotions disposable. or that my diminishing hope could not sustain my sanity, i needed to know.
"you mean to tell me you are not ...?" the question rolling out my tongue, i strived, trying to be capable of convincing. by fault of my own bias. he abruptly became idle. i mimicked, becoming fixed in stance. my features unresisting, as my glazed over eyes fell upon him, unhinging. i was trying not to shake out of trepidation. his lower lip fell, no words could be formed. a scarlet hue smearing over his cheeks. there was no rejection, i refused to let him slip away. i could not. my hand extended outward. my fingers lightly tugged on his. testing the waters. no resistance. my hand clasped his. i think i squeezed it tightly before moving down the side walk. applying slight force to initiate the repetition of his feet. i cannot let him go. it has gone too far. this sweet surrender.
commence. [ 11:36 p.m. ]