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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 ]
10/18/AC 197 [ lassitude ]
silken repose purifying, polishing cognizance. coerced by a scanty ardor, oppressing my features. consciousness imminent. i parted my eyes, deficient of haste, reacquainted myself with the predicament. greeted by the artistry of his face. ushering my departure of quiescence, the bulk of my senses lagging in arrears. illusions of love redeeming my requiescat contemplation, grievance swarming. his head and arms perched on my desk, his forehead pressing against mine, slightly. one more medicated peaceful moment, a smile staining his lips. dragging my arm, my hand slid across the cold desk, and clasped with his. interlacing our fingers. his mouth parting, reedy euphony spilling, coaxing me.
"did i ever tell you, you're my hero?" an ethereal harlequin, venus as a boy. i would have engaged further, my face with lax with latent lassitude, my lids fell. yet i was able to cajole the further adjoining of our forms, enhancing our proximity. my breath slowing, fleeting unbroken continuity. displaced by the overly distinct clearing of a throat, and aged man's tone. our instructor. duo prompt with celerity, as he recoiled. lurching my arm forward, our hands still conjoined. finally splitting, as he stumbled further back, driving the gap between us. my arm limply fell, imapcting partly on the desk's span, below the angle of my arm, listless swung off my desk, still harboring the reverberations of the repel. my inclination, somewhat forlorn. i tried to detach, tried to decree. i empathized, i would be ashamed of me also. it is okay.
"i was checking for a pulse" he stumbled through his words. followed by perturbed laughter, voice emitting from his desk's vicinity.
"would you give him cpr as well?" the history teacher twisted the excuse to an insinuation.
"funny fucker aren't you" duo uttered under his breath, rushed, pouting. as the shrill of the bell bled over his voiced consonants. my peers filtered through the door, i enveloped my head in my arms, in a vain attempt to dull the sound. class soon was in session.
"who would like to go first?" referring to our project presentations. i did not have the decency to lift my head to his inquiry. "heero, duo. thank you for volunteering."
"hey, give the guy a break, he's hardly conscious!" duo's blatant protest. he did not relent on his imposed proposition. "why I oughta..." he sulked. i faintly heard his balled fist slamming upon the desk.
"does mr. maxwell now speak for the two of you, heero?" i was slightly amused with the question.
"he has a big enough mouth for the both us." i spoke into the desk, dry humor.
"what about my mouth, heero?" insidiously queried. my back heaved in soft laughter. which caused my head to motion, fluctuating, forehead battering into the smooth mass. i heard the creak of duo's chair, and percieved him stalking up to the front of the classroom, triggering my wearisome languor. i clung on to the podium, in a dire attempt to stabilize my sway of stance. i can not honestly recall my makeshift speech entirely, only fragments. the tangents of shards of a soldier. my misanthropic prose unnerved some students. i hardly paid heed to the syllabus. the focalization consists of only one of the requirements: did the gudam mobile suits hinder or help organizations like oz and white fang? i faltered when i spoke one of my concrete details.
"the pilot of wing gundam ..." i paused, and stared at my hand rueful, through half lidded eyes. i contracted my fingers. " enabled the death of the majority of the ranking officials in earth sphere alliance. which permitted oz and the romefeller foundation to further mainfest, and take action." this was becoming to denterminal to my sanity, i apprehended duo fidgeting behind me. i quickly finished my droning. and averted my attention to him, mock innocence imbued on his features.
"duo, did you manage to produce a visual aid?" i slurred my words. he in a false fashion, began to fish aimlessly in each of his pant pockets. seemingly portraying that he had a small item concealed in his palm. he walked before me, then suddenly knelt, opening his empty palms, extending his arms.
"ta-dah!" then he gestured to me. awkward silence. he commanded the class to clap.
we were beckoned to stay after class. i staggered with ennui, in till i was positioned before his desk. my fatigue was gnawing at my senses, i was leaning into duo for support. my crutch.
"heero, would you care to explain your, conflicting opinion, of operation meteor?" my logic hampered, impeded my response, duo's reply substituted my own.
"you mean to tell me you'd been in the presence of celebrities and never knew it?" flauting counterfeit emotional offense. the man was refraining from speech, while duo proceeded. "i like to think we had a significant role in the war" he continued. his elbow softly collided with my side and he set his hands on the bow of his waist. duo left no time to let the divulged information sink in. and concluded. "the role of piloting, to be precise." he finally responded, but duo was nudging me, signifying our impending remotion. my volition was only pursuing him, clinging to his footfalls with my own benumbed ambulation. unaware of his notions as we exited through the main doors of establishment. we approached his car, he unsecured the passenger door with its corresponding part. sustaining the door open, wide, as i floundered into the seat, he even gently closed the door. i inclined the nape of my neck on edge of the head prop of the car's seat. i must have drifted off, because i was stirred when his vehicle came to a slow halt. i slanted the placement of my face, we exchanged a brief gaze, before, i mustered the stamina to crawl out of the car, and rise to my feet. from scalp to soles resided a dull ache. my upright position was wavering. he secured a hand on my shoulder, and escorted me up the stairs and through the door. my constancy entirely bestowed upon me by him. he ceased taction before the couch. sitting down forcibly. i think he expected me to meander to bed. but i refused to leave him. not yet. my knees buckled before the mass of furniture. i knelt on the cushions, motioning closer to him, dragging my body along fabric encased padding. turning on my back, nestling the back of my head on his lap. liding my eyes. relishing in his touch as he softly toyed with the hair that fell on my forehead. my breathing rate was decreasing. serenity was displaced by his subdued questioning. "would you mind if i spent tomorrow afternoon with hilde?" twinge of dubiety. soothed by the fact he sought out my consent. i cracked my eyes open ephemerally. intently peering up on to his face.
"you are spending the evening with me then." i instructed, coveting the demand to be complied with. his rich joviality expressed by light laughter. reveling in my euphoria, delivered by his touch. he began to grow restless as i became more idle.
"heero sleepy ... heero not want to play." he stated, abound in amusement, as he lingered over the words sleepy and play. i rolled on my side, head shifting, portions of my face grazing his lower abdomen.
"i could not sleep without you" i thinly confessed. he tensed slightly, i felt that. i desperately held on to consciousness, in hopes he would offer some reply. time lapsed, i was succumbing to sleep. i lifted my chest from the couch, with the intentions of going to bed. but i was obstructed, his hand snared my waist, i rendered to his will. assuming my previous position. a quick indistinct utterance.
"what would you say if i said i couldn't live without you?" i said nothing. i inched closer to him, while groping for his hand. slowly seizing it in my own, the retention of my fingers clutching on to his palm. i implored my sight upon him once more before sealing my eyes. i smiled. i smiled at the hidden law of a probable outcome. and if i told you that I loved you, you would maybe think there is something wrong. i know a man of too many faces, the mask i wear is one.
commence. [ 6:37 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 ]
10/18/AC 197 [ lassitude ]
silken repose purifying, polishing cognizance. coerced by a scanty ardor, oppressing my features. consciousness imminent. i parted my eyes, deficient of haste, reacquainted myself with the predicament. greeted by the artistry of his face. ushering my departure of quiescence, the bulk of my senses lagging in arrears. illusions of love redeeming my requiescat contemplation, grievance swarming. his head and arms perched on my desk, his forehead pressing against mine, slightly. one more medicated peaceful moment, a smile staining his lips. dragging my arm, my hand slid across the cold desk, and clasped with his. interlacing our fingers. his mouth parting, reedy euphony spilling, coaxing me.
"did i ever tell you, you're my hero?" an ethereal harlequin, venus as a boy. i would have engaged further, my face with lax with latent lassitude, my lids fell. yet i was able to cajole the further adjoining of our forms, enhancing our proximity. my breath slowing, fleeting unbroken continuity. displaced by the overly distinct clearing of a throat, and aged man's tone. our instructor. duo prompt with celerity, as he recoiled. lurching my arm forward, our hands still conjoined. finally splitting, as he stumbled further back, driving the gap between us. my arm limply fell, imapcting partly on the desk's span, below the angle of my arm, listless swung off my desk, still harboring the reverberations of the repel. my inclination, somewhat forlorn. i tried to detach, tried to decree. i empathized, i would be ashamed of me also. it is okay.
"i was checking for a pulse" he stumbled through his words. followed by perturbed laughter, voice emitting from his desk's vicinity.
"would you give him cpr as well?" the history teacher twisted the excuse to an insinuation.
"funny fucker aren't you" duo uttered under his breath, rushed, pouting. as the shrill of the bell bled over his voiced consonants. my peers filtered through the door, i enveloped my head in my arms, in a vain attempt to dull the sound. class soon was in session.
"who would like to go first?" referring to our project presentations. i did not have the decency to lift my head to his inquiry. "heero, duo. thank you for volunteering."
"hey, give the guy a break, he's hardly conscious!" duo's blatant protest. he did not relent on his imposed proposition. "why I oughta..." he sulked. i faintly heard his balled fist slamming upon the desk.
"does mr. maxwell now speak for the two of you, heero?" i was slightly amused with the question.
"he has a big enough mouth for the both us." i spoke into the desk, dry humor.
"what about my mouth, heero?" insidiously queried. my back heaved in soft laughter. which caused my head to motion, fluctuating, forehead battering into the smooth mass. i heard the creak of duo's chair, and percieved him stalking up to the front of the classroom, triggering my wearisome languor. i clung on to the podium, in a dire attempt to stabilize my sway of stance. i can not honestly recall my makeshift speech entirely, only fragments. the tangents of shards of a soldier. my misanthropic prose unnerved some students. i hardly paid heed to the syllabus. the focalization consists of only one of the requirements: did the gudam mobile suits hinder or help organizations like oz and white fang? i faltered when i spoke one of my concrete details.
"the pilot of wing gundam ..." i paused, and stared at my hand rueful, through half lidded eyes. i contracted my fingers. " enabled the death of the majority of the ranking officials in earth sphere alliance. which permitted oz and the romefeller foundation to further mainfest, and take action." this was becoming to denterminal to my sanity, i apprehended duo fidgeting behind me. i quickly finished my droning. and averted my attention to him, mock innocence imbued on his features.
"duo, did you manage to produce a visual aid?" i slurred my words. he in a false fashion, began to fish aimlessly in each of his pant pockets. seemingly portraying that he had a small item concealed in his palm. he walked before me, then suddenly knelt, opening his empty palms, extending his arms.
"ta-dah!" then he gestured to me. awkward silence. he commanded the class to clap.
we were beckoned to stay after class. i staggered with ennui, in till i was positioned before his desk. my fatigue was gnawing at my senses, i was leaning into duo for support. my crutch.
"heero, would you care to explain your, conflicting opinion, of operation meteor?" my logic hampered, impeded my response, duo's reply substituted my own.
"you mean to tell me you'd been in the presence of celebrities and never knew it?" flauting counterfeit emotional offense. the man was refraining from speech, while duo proceeded. "i like to think we had a significant role in the war" he continued. his elbow softly collided with my side and he set his hands on the bow of his waist. duo left no time to let the divulged information sink in. and concluded. "the role of piloting, to be precise." he finally responded, but duo was nudging me, signifying our impending remotion. my volition was only pursuing him, clinging to his footfalls with my own benumbed ambulation. unaware of his notions as we exited through the main doors of establishment. we approached his car, he unsecured the passenger door with its corresponding part. sustaining the door open, wide, as i floundered into the seat, he even gently closed the door. i inclined the nape of my neck on edge of the head prop of the car's seat. i must have drifted off, because i was stirred when his vehicle came to a slow halt. i slanted the placement of my face, we exchanged a brief gaze, before, i mustered the stamina to crawl out of the car, and rise to my feet. from scalp to soles resided a dull ache. my upright position was wavering. he secured a hand on my shoulder, and escorted me up the stairs and through the door. my constancy entirely bestowed upon me by him. he ceased taction before the couch. sitting down forcibly. i think he expected me to meander to bed. but i refused to leave him. not yet. my knees buckled before the mass of furniture. i knelt on the cushions, motioning closer to him, dragging my body along fabric encased padding. turning on my back, nestling the back of my head on his lap. liding my eyes. relishing in his touch as he softly toyed with the hair that fell on my forehead. my breathing rate was decreasing. serenity was displaced by his subdued questioning. "would you mind if i spent tomorrow afternoon with hilde?" twinge of dubiety. soothed by the fact he sought out my consent. i cracked my eyes open ephemerally. intently peering up on to his face.
"you are spending the evening with me then." i instructed, coveting the demand to be complied with. his rich joviality expressed by light laughter. reveling in my euphoria, delivered by his touch. he began to grow restless as i became more idle.
"heero sleepy ... heero not want to play." he stated, abound in amusement, as he lingered over the words sleepy and play. i rolled on my side, head shifting, portions of my face grazing his lower abdomen.
"i could not sleep without you" i thinly confessed. he tensed slightly, i felt that. i desperately held on to consciousness, in hopes he would offer some reply. time lapsed, i was succumbing to sleep. i lifted my chest from the couch, with the intentions of going to bed. but i was obstructed, his hand snared my waist, i rendered to his will. assuming my previous position. a quick indistinct utterance.
"what would you say if i said i couldn't live without you?" i said nothing. i inched closer to him, while groping for his hand. slowly seizing it in my own, the retention of my fingers clutching on to his palm. i implored my sight upon him once more before sealing my eyes. i smiled. i smiled at the hidden law of a probable outcome. and if i told you that I loved you, you would maybe think there is something wrong. i know a man of too many faces, the mask i wear is one.
commence. [ 6:37 p.m. ]