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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Oct 23, 2012 13:16:05 GMT -6
[/font][/size][/ul] du bist viel zu schön -------------------- Und ich sag zu dem Moment: geh nicht vorbei [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 554455; border: #886688 solid 4px; width: 490px; padding: 0px;][style=width: 400px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] UND DARUM LEBEN WIR WIR LEBEN UM DA
ZU SIEN LEBEN UM WAHR ZU SIEN [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:8px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase;]Und darum leben wir und wir nehmen alles mit jeden schmerz und alles glück der welt Auch du hast es gesehen genau wie ich Den Schmetterling im Schnee den Tunnel voller |
[/color][/style][/style][/style] Izzy had been asleep, having crashed sometime around nine while attempting to read something for his English class. He was curled up on the bed with the little light he used on, clinging to the stuffed bear he had as a safety object. Teddy had always been something good for Isa to cling to. The teen's sleep was not very restful, though, as he found himself once again having a bad dream. It was not uncommon for Issac to have nightmares, especially when his stress levels were rising, which school tended to do. He had not been asleep very long when he woke up with a gasp and a jump at a clap of thunder outside. Thunder? It was not supposed to be thunder-storming. It was supposed to be snowing. Of course, there was those random snowstorms that included thunder and lightning. Izzy clung tighter to Teddy as he sat there, closing his eyes while trying to focus on breathing. When he opened his eyes, though, he noticed the lights flickering again. "Please stay on," Izzy mumbled to himself, clutching the bear a little more tightly. He had been thrilled when they had got the lights back on before; but, he really wanted them to just stay on. The small boy's chest tightened as he felt himself already start to panic and he whined faintly as the lights flickered off. He waited a few more minutes, hoping that the lights would come back on, before he blindly reached over to his bedside table to try to find the flashlight he had set on the tale, just in case the power went out again. He quickly flipped it on and continued sitting there, trying to focus on regulating his breathing. He was fine. He kept telling himself that. There was nobody but him in the room. There was nothing in the dark that was not there in the light. Of course, that thought was not very comforting, either. Iz had not been able to find his phone at all that day, so instead of trying to call one of the few people that usually made him feel better, Issac got up and slipped on his shoes so that he could head down the hall to Markos' room. Iz was not sure he could even remember exactly which room was the other teen's at the moment, but he was really hoping that the room he knocked on was actually the room that Markos was in. On top of that, he hoped that the other teen was actually there. Iz did not know what he would do if Markos was not there. It was not like there were many places the elder boy could be, but there was still a chance that Markos was not in the room. Izzy was still clutching on to Teddy, though he had meant to leave the thing in his room. He had been in much too much of a hurry to remember to drop it. So, he shifted it in his grip absently, his hold on the flashlight tightening as he practically trembled where he should, trying to remember to breathe. He was terrified of the dark and the random thunder on top of it did not make anything any easier, especially since he had been woken up from a nightmare.
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Post by Markos James Rider on Oct 25, 2012 18:58:42 GMT -6
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[atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin"
whoever said that must've been drinkin
"So beautiful, Issac," he whispered softly. Fingers slid deftly over beautifully smooth and pale skin. His skin was so soft... so delicate. Markos's lips curled upward ever-so-slightly as those soft eyes turned upwards towards his own. He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against those of the other male as he wrapped his other arm around the other's waist gently. He pulled their forms together, they melded so perfectly together, their lips meshed so completely well. His taste was nearly overwealming. His free hand tangled up into the long black tresses that fell over his pillow. Pulling back from the kiss, he pressed his lips to Issac's cheek, his hand sliding down the other's bare side to the pants that he was wearing.
His hand slid down, down, flingers caressing the lightly curves and sliding beneath the waistband of the other's pants over the curve of his hip to lightly cup-
**knock knock knock**
Markos paused slightly in his trek south. "What was that, Issac?" But Issac just smiled... his lips opened and there was no sound. "Issac?" he asked again, frowning as the other's form began to waver. "Issac!"
"Issac!" Markos hissed as he came awake, eyes scanning the darkness of his room. The bed beside him was cold. Issac was not there. He sighed, flopping backwards onto the bed, scrubbing his hands over his face. Damn it, it was just getting good too! He reached down, pressing the heel of his hand against a certain ache in his nether regions. What had woken him up?
**knock knock knock**
Markos sat up again and glared at the door. He reached over to his bedside table and discovered that his lamp didn't want to turn on. "Damn it," he cursed softly. Looked like the power was out again. Couldn't have been out for long because it was still fairly warm in his room, so the heat hadn't been off long. He forced himself to swing his feet from the protection of his blankets to the cold floor and rose to his feet, moving towards the door half-blind in the darkness. He reached the door, unlocking the door before pulling it open to confront the one who had so rudely interupted his perfect dream. Whoever it was had a flashlight aimed at him. "Gah," he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light and focused on the form behind the light.
Once his eyes adjusted, his stomach nearly dropped to the floor. "Issac?" he asked, frowning slightly. "What's - nevermind, come in," he said, stepping back and allowing the other male entry to his room. He closed the door after the other male and rubbed at his hair. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, trying to focus on the small form and trying, in vain, not to remember the rather vivid dream he'd just been having. He wondered if the other's skin was really that pale under those clothes. If those lips were really that soft. If he tasted quite that sweet. No! He gave an internal growl as he moved back to sit on his bed in time for a flash of lightning to light up the room through his windows followed by a rolling sound of thunder. "Whoa... I thought it only thundered when it rained..." he said, glancing towards the windows. "What's up with that?"
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Oct 26, 2012 0:27:34 GMT -6
du bist viel zu schön -------------------- Und ich sag zu dem Moment: geh nicht vorbei [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 554455; border: #886688 solid 4px; width: 490px; padding: 0px;][style=width: 400px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] UND DARUM LEBEN WIR WIR LEBEN UM DA
ZU SIEN LEBEN UM WAHR ZU SIEN [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:8px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase;]Und darum leben wir und wir nehmen alles mit jeden schmerz und alles glück der welt Auch du hast es gesehen genau wie ich Den Schmetterling im Schnee den Tunnel voller |
[/color][/style][/style][/style] Why did it have to be a night that he had a terrible dream that the weather decided to go crazy and make it start thundering and lightning with the snow and ice. It was crazy, and Izzy really just wished that it would stop. He really hoped that the lights would kick back on at any moment and was pretty terrified standing there in the hall... in the dark. There's nothing in the dark that isn't there in the light. Once again, that phrase that was supposed to be helpful only had Izzy even more on edge. The sound of thunder had Izzy jumping a little, still shaking in place as he struggled to keep his breaths even, though they were a bit shallow. The small boy's attention was pulled away from the storm when Markos' door opened and the teen lowered the beam of light from the flashlight in his hand. Izzy could not help but wince a little at the sound of his full name. He never had been fond of it. He went into the dorm room, though, when Markos told him that he could go in, and he relaxed a little, though he was still tense and freaked out. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" At the second question, Izzy shook his head and walked over to sit down on the bed next to Markos, still all but trembling where he sat, though it was not from the cold. He jumped and gasped at the thunder and lightning that Markos noticed, leaning in close to the other teen, hugging Teddy to his chest while still clutching the flashlight. Markos had learned by that time that Izzy was scared of the dark. The thunderstorm bit, though, he was unsure if Markos actually knew or not. "I-I don't know," he replied in a soft, shaky voice. "I-I don't... St-storms... uh... I-I... bad dream..." Izzy broke off in a faint whine as he could not get the words across that he wanted to use to explain why he was there. "S-sorry," he hastily added after a moment, feeling bad because he had woken up the other boy. He had not meant to. He just did not think being alone when he felt near a panic attack from everything was the best idea. He struggled to keep his breath regulated, though that was quite difficult when you already felt like you could not breathe. "I-I c-could go..." Izzy did not particularly want to go anywhere, but if Markos wanted him to leave, he would. Izzy's fingers curled and uncurled around the arm of the stuffed bear he clung to, the highly annoying itchy feeling of the leggings he wore pressing against the few cuts on his thigh completely overshadowed by the tightness in his chest as he struggled to focus on just breathing. "I-I'm s-sorry," Izzy apologized again, though that time he was honestly not sure why he was apologizing. For being there, maybe. Yeah, that sounded close enough. Isa had such a habit of apologizing, he often did it way too much and in occasions where he really did not need to. It was a reflex. There was a chance he had done something wrong, though, so there was no harm in apologizing. Of course, he was sure that the apologizing got very annoying, and he almost apologized for that, but instead, he just sat there, biting his lip lightly as his breath seemingly got caught in his chest.
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Post by Markos James Rider on Oct 30, 2012 9:55:04 GMT -6
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[atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin"
whoever said that must've been drinkin
Markos watched as the smaller male in the hall slowly lowered the flashlight beam and then headed into his room. When the other shook his head in response to his question if he was alright, he bit his lip ever-so-slightly. He knew that Isa didn't like the dark, but he had his flashlight, and he should have been sleeping right now. So what had woken him up? The thunder perhaps. His poor Isa. He felt the bed beneath him trembling just ever-so-slightly now that Isa was perched on the bed and then the other was leaning closer to him after the last clap of thunder. He wrapped an arm lightly around him before shifting back on his bed slightly, resting his back against the pillows and the wall and tugging Isa towards him. "Hey, hey, it's alright, okay?" he asked softly. He knew that Isa didn't really like a lot of physical contact, but he wasn't sure how else to calm the other male.
When the other began to speak, he looked down at him, squinting slightly through the darkness as he finally understood. He didn't like thunderstorms and he'd had a bad dream. His poor Isa. "It's alright. You don't have to apologize, Isa... it's what friends are for," he stated with a small smile. "Now, don't you worry, alright? I promise that you're safe here, alright? I won't let anything or anyone get to you." He pulled the smaller male a bit closer at this point before he reached over to his bedside table, leaning over Isa just a bit to pull his own flashlight from the small shelf beneath the drawer. Though his flashlight was considerably larger than Isa's little flashlight.
His was one of those that could easily have been used for a spotlight. He set it on the table, facing upwards towards the ceiling, and flipped it on, and nearly the entire room was lit up, with just some outlying shadows on the outskirts of the room. "There we go, that's better. Now I can see you," he stated with a small smile. "You don't have to leave, Isa. But if you want to, then that's fine. I'll even walk back with you if you want, and you can keep my light," he offered. He tightened his hold ever-so-slightly, leaning back slightly. "But I like having you around, Isa." He reached down at this point, grabbing his blankets and pulling them up over the both of them. "I dunno about you, though, but I'm cold," he stated with a bit of a laugh.
Of course, he could just get up and go get a shirt, but that would involve leaving poor Isa all alone on the bed by his little lonesome. He cast a glance over to his roommates bed, though, and saw that he was still sleeping, though he'd pulled the blankets up over his head sometime during his sleep. He looked back at Isa with a small smile. "How we doing now?" he asked softly, reaching up to lightly brush a strand of hair from Isa's face. "We doing a bit better? Just tell me what I can do to make it better, Isa."
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Oct 31, 2012 23:36:14 GMT -6
du bist viel zu schön -------------------- Und ich sag zu dem Moment: geh nicht vorbei [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 554455; border: #886688 solid 4px; width: 490px; padding: 0px;][style=width: 400px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] UND DARUM LEBEN WIR WIR LEBEN UM DA
ZU SIEN LEBEN UM WAHR ZU SIEN [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:8px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase;]Und darum leben wir und wir nehmen alles mit jeden schmerz und alles glück der welt Auch du hast es gesehen genau wie ich Den Schmetterling im Schnee den Tunnel voller |
[/color][/style][/style][/style] Izzy gasped inaudibly as Markos pulled him close and he tensed for a few moments before finally relaxing. He set his own flashlight down on the bed so that he could wrap an arm around Markos in turn, the other one continuing to cling tightly to the stuffed bear he'd had forever. He honestly could not remember who had given him the bear or where it had come from, just that it had always been there. He had always clung to it during thunderstorms or when he was alone in his room while his dad was angry downstairs. Isa never asked his father about it. He'd been too afraid that if he showed a particular fondness for it, that it might get taken away. It would have left the reserved teen heartbroken as it was the only thing he had had an attachment to. "Now, don't you worry, alright? I promise that you're safe here, alright? I won't let anything or anyone get to you." Izzy whined faintly as thunder sounded once again, but he nodded a little, instinctively pressing a little closer to Markos. Typically he really was not a fan of touching, but Markos calmed him enough that it was not an issue after he had gotten past the initial shock of it. If the other teen was anyone else, Izzy probably would have been hyper-aware that Markos did not have a shirt on, and it probably would have made him a bit more uncomfortable; but, none of that ever crossed his mind. Izzy focused more on the elder teen's comforting words than anything. Izzy continued to cling to the other boy as Markos pulled out a second, brighter light that made the room a bit easier to handle in general and Isa relaxed ever so slightly. He was still fairly tense and freaking out, however. "There we go, that's better. Now I can see you." Izzy attempted a faint smile in return, though it did not quite work out and he ended up hiding his face against Markos' shoulder as he noticed lighting beyond the window in the room. He listened as Markos told him that he did not have to leave. It was definitely a relief to hear, and he could not help but smile slightly when the other boy said that he liked having Iz around. That was a nice thing to hear, something that he honestly did not get too often. Most people were indifferent to him. "I-I don't want t-to leave," Izzy replied softly, shaking his head a little as he absently tightened his hold on Markos. He really did not want to go, finding that even though he was was still scared, Markos really did make it easier to handle.
Izzy nodded a little when Markos mentioned being cold. He was always cold, though, due to his smaller stature. Even though he wore a sweater, and leggings under his shorts, Iz was still really cold. He was sure his hand was rather cold against Markos' skin as well. It was something Isa was used to, though it was highly annoying. Of course, it gave him more of an excuse to wear layers and hide the cuts and scars on his thigh that he was repeatedly told was no good. They just did not understand, though. Iz closed his eyes for a moment as Markos brushed his hair out of his eyes for him before looking back to the other teen, absently wetting his lips before saying, "I-I don't kn-know. M-make it stop a-and the li-" Izzy broke off mid-word with a gasp as there was a particularly loud crash of thunder, absently pressing closer to his friend, unable to be any closer without actually shifting onto the other boy's lap. "S'too loud," he mumbled, meaning the storm. He was not overly fond of loud noises, especially sudden ones, as thunder was known to be. Bad things always happened when it got loud. Of course, he generally associated touch with some sort of punishment as well; but, there was something highly comforting about Markos' arms around him. It just did not feel like a bad thing, though a part of him was still on edge because of all the touching.
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Post by Markos James Rider on Nov 1, 2012 7:46:19 GMT -6
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[atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin"
whoever said that must've been drinkin
Markos felt Izzy tense up when he first touched him, and was prepared to let him go again until the other male actually began to relax a little against him and even went so far as to wrap an arm around him. He smiled softly to himself as he rested one hand on his own lap while the other held Izzy against himself while Izzy continued to cling to his teddy bear. Markos was just glad that his dream hadn't given him any problems that would embarass both him and Izzy, that would just be so awkward. How did one explain to someone else that that person was the guy of their dreams? It sounded pretty cheesey when he thought about it. He bit back the urge to cringe slightly. Since when had he become a sap? He sighed softly, looking down at Izzy as he heard a faint whine emenate from the other male.
He reached up his free hand, gently stroking over Izzy's hair lightly. "Shh, it's alright, Isa," he whispered softly, even going so far as to bow his head so that they were a little closer together. He closed his eyes slowly and gently rest his cheek on top of the other's head as the other male actually ended up practically in his lap. His arms were now both wrapped around him, one stroking his hair, the other resting on the other's waist. "Then you don't have to leave, Isa. I would never put you out, you should know that," he said softly, slowly rocking with the other male to help calm his nerves a bit. He wracked his brain, trying to think of how to make the storm stop or make it not be so loud.
He wasn't doing a very good job of protecting the other male and he sighed softly, thinking that he needed to get Izzy's mind off of the whole thing, and so decided maybe he should just try singing to the smaller male. "When the sun goes down and everyone is sleeping... if you hear a sound, like things around you creeping... I will wrap my arms around you, and tell you "Don't be scared". You will know that you are safe because I'm always there. Always there... someone you can count on to comfort you. Always there, like a warm embrace that you can come home to." He tightened his hold on the other male ever-so-slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of the other male's head before he continued on.
"When the storms roll in... and things just seem so bad. When you want to cry... I will tell you "Don't be sad". I promise that the rain will pass, the day will soon be fair. You don't have to be afraid because I'm always there. Always there, someone you can count on to comfort you. Always there, like a warm embrace you can come home too." He ran his fingers through the other's hair slowly, careful not to tug on any strands. "Can you remember now? Remember what I say. I will hold you close, and then I will say "You know I'll never leave you, you can find me everywhere. In the morning light, the evening star... I'm always there." Always there, someone you can count on to comfort you. Always there, like a warm embrace that you can come home too." He closed his eyes once more, leaning back slightly a bit more, pulling Izzy with him. "Always there."
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Nov 2, 2012 0:34:38 GMT -6
du bist viel zu schön -------------------- Und ich sag zu dem Moment: geh nicht vorbei [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 554455; border: #886688 solid 4px; width: 490px; padding: 0px;][style=width: 400px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] UND DARUM LEBEN WIR WIR LEBEN UM DA
ZU SIEN LEBEN UM WAHR ZU SIEN [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:8px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase;]Und darum leben wir und wir nehmen alles mit jeden schmerz und alles glück der welt Auch du hast es gesehen genau wie ich Den Schmetterling im Schnee den Tunnel voller |
[/color][/style][/style][/style] The smaller teen bit his lip lightly as Markos told him that he should know he would not be turned away. He probably should have known that, yes, but at the same time, it was just a worry he could not push aside. He did not like intruding on peoples' space. Of course, that went right along with that whole touching is bad thing. Getting in someone's personal space often meant getting hit, which was never a good thing. "Th-thank you," Izzy mumbled as he hid his face as best as he could, continuing to cling to Markos and Teddy. His bear was all but pinned to his chest by the arm draped over it and his knees pulled up so his legs were pinning it in place. He did not think he could get any smaller if he tried. He felt safer, though, there with Markos' arms around him than he had before. He still jumped almost every time thunder sounded, though and he hid his face so that he could not see the lightning. If Markos had been wearing a shirt, Izzy's fingers would have been clinging tightly to the material as he held the elder teen tightly. As it was, though, he simply kept his arm around Markos' waist, his other hand resting against his friend's chest as that arm continued holding Teddy close to his chest. He slowly relaxed, though, uncurling a little bit as Markos sang. He listened silently, a soft smile tugging on his lips. He did not recognize the words that came from the other teen's mouth but they were pretty, and comforting. There was something soothing about Markos' voice in general, but Izzy really did like his singing voice. It was nice, if not a little different than what he expected. The pale teen was not even really sure what he had that Markos singing would sound like, but that was not it. By the time Markos finished singing, Izzy had uncurled himself, though he was still clinging to the other teen. His legs were draped over Markos' lap, but he was still not really sitting on the other teen. He was pretty much completely distracted from the storm and could not keep from smiling slightly. "Never heard you sing before," he commented softly with a shake of his head, absently wetting his lips while flicking his hair back out of his eyes. "Should do it more often." Isa was still trembling a little, though it was nowhere near as bad as it was before and was probably more from the cold than anything by that moment. With the aid of Markos' flashlight, Izzy almost forgot that the lights weren't on, almost. He was pretty much completely distracted from the fading storm outside, though; but, he found himself almost wishing it would not fade, if only for him to have a continuing reason to be pressed so close to the other teen. He liked being close, even though, typically, closeness would have him all freaked out. Maybe it was simply because of who Markos was, though Isa was not sure what about him made it different than when other people tried to get close. It was... odd, but not unwelcome in any way.
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Post by Markos James Rider on Nov 2, 2012 13:24:34 GMT -6
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[atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin"
whoever said that must've been drinkin
Markos smiled slightly at Izzy as he thanked him for not turning him away. It was odd the way Izzy's mind worked sometimes. He didn't see his own self worth, and Markos wasn't entirely sure why, only that he should find out. That would probably be fairly difficult though, with as reserved as Izzy was for the most part. He made a note to himself to actually work on that as well. He wanted to get to know more about Izzy than just what his public face was. He watched the smaller male as he began to relax bit-by-bit during the time that he had been singing to the other male. He wasn't so tense, and while they were still pressed against one another, he wasn't all scrunched up. He did notice though that the other male was shaking still.
Shifting them slowly, he lay back on his side slightly, gently craddling Izzy against his chest a bit more. "I do not typically sing very often, its not exactly my thing," he stated with a soft smile as the other stated that he'd never heard him sing before. There was a reason that he was not in the music classes really. He didn't think that he could sing very well, but if it got Izzy to calm down, then he might have to do it more often as the other male said. He reached down, tugging the blankets over the both of them a bit more and tucking it in around the smaller male. "You warming up alright?" he asked softly, reaching up with the arm that wasn't holding the other male and gently brushing his hair from his face.
It was a little odd to see Izzy without make-up and his hair all fixed up, but he was still so very beautiful. "I'm glad you decided to come here tonight, Izzy." Even if he did interupt that dream, which thankfully hadn't created a problem that hadn't gone away. He'd have been seriously embarassed if the other had felt his erection pressing against him while he was there for comfort. He smiled, lightly drawing his fingers down over Izzy's cheek lightly. "You know, Isa... you really are so very beautiful," he whispered softly. With the way that the shadows played over the other's features, it was almost... mysterious. He smiled down at the other male before he decided to take a risk... and he leaned down slowly, giving the other time enough to pull back, though he slowly and gently pressed his lips against Izzy's, closing his eyes as he threaded his fingers through the other's hair.
The kiss was chaste, just light and gentle before Markos pulled away again and tucked Izzy's head beneath his chin. He closed his eyes with a faint smile. Okay, now he could die happily...
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Nov 3, 2012 12:41:13 GMT -6
du bist viel zu schön -------------------- Und ich sag zu dem Moment: geh nicht vorbei [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 554455; border: #886688 solid 4px; width: 490px; padding: 0px;][style=width: 400px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] UND DARUM LEBEN WIR WIR LEBEN UM DA
ZU SIEN LEBEN UM WAHR ZU SIEN [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:8px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase;]Und darum leben wir und wir nehmen alles mit jeden schmerz und alles glück der welt Auch du hast es gesehen genau wie ich Den Schmetterling im Schnee den Tunnel voller |
[/color][/style][/style][/style] Izzy easily moved with Markos' lead to lay back, staying close to the other boy all the while as they settled into place. "I do not typically sing very often, its not exactly my thing." Izzy smiled softly, absently nuzzling against the other teen's shoulder a little while closing his eyes for a moment before looking back to Markos. "I-I love to sing, not... not in front o-of people, though," he stated with a slight shake of his head. He had never really been able to make himself sing in front of other people. It freaked him out too much. He hated it because it would often make him fall into a panic attack. He was told by the people that heard him without him realizing it that he could sing really well, but he did not think so. It was him, after all, so how could that be? Izzy laughed softly when Markos wrapped the blanket around him more and he smiled with a nod at the other boy's question. "Mmhmm, th-thank you," he replied softly with another nod. Iz closed his eyes for a moment as his friend brushed his hair back out of his face, before looking back to Markos with a soft smile. He never really went anywhere without makeup on, but he had not had the time to put any on before going to Markos' room, something he did not really let himself think on because he just did not like that thought. He did not like going places without his makeup. It made him feel way too exposed.
The younger teen nodded a little in agreement as Markos stated he was glad that Izzy had come there. Despite everything, Iz really was too. He enjoyed spending time with one his few friends. He felt a lot closer to Markos than he did to anyone else. "I am, too," he said softly, nodding a little once more with a soft smile. "You know, Isa... you really are so very beautiful." A flush immediately colored Izzy's face as his eyes widened. No, he wasn't. Was he? Something just did not seem right about that statement, at all. Maybe it was because no one had ever said anything like that to him before. He did not really think that Markos would lie to him or anything, but that still could not be right. "I-I am?" he replied softly, absently shifting his hold on Teddy, holding the bear closer. A few moments later, the color returned to his face, and he inhaled sharply as Markos leaned in and pressed their lips together, making Isa instinctively tense just a little. He had never been kissed before or had anybody try. He absently tightened his arm around Markos when the other teen held him close again and lay there for another few moments before he said, "Wh-what was that for?" Isa did not think it was a bad thing that Markos kissed him, he just was not sure how to react to it at all. He didn't pull away from Markos any, not wanting him to think that he was upset or anything by the kiss, because he wasn't at all. He was just... confused. He was just very confused.
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Post by Markos James Rider on Nov 3, 2012 21:04:02 GMT -6
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[atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin"
whoever said that must've been drinkin
Markos was glad that the other male complied so easily with his movements without so much as a single complaint. The trust that Izzy showed in him made exceptionally pleased. He knew that Izzy didn't exactly hand out trust easily, and he was more than glad that he had earned it. Enough that he even sought him out in the darkness during a thunderstorm. Braved the expanse of empty hallways alone to come to him. He smiled as the other stated that he loved to sing, just not in front of other people. He offered a small smile, resting his head against the other's lightly. "Well, maybe one day when I'm scared out of my wits, you can sing for me..." he said softly, brushing the other's hair back slightly, stroking his fingertips over the other's cheek gently.
He smiled as the other gave him a little laugh and smile before stating that he was getting warmer and then thanked him. "You're most welcome, Isa. Anything I can do to make you more comfortable," he stated softly, smiling down at the other. He watched the other as he closed his eyes and then smile at him. He loved Izzy's smile so much. He'd do anything to make the other male do just that more often. He loved being the one that could make Izzy smile. He loved making the other male smile, he did it really so rarely, especially in front of other people. He cherished every smile that was drawn from this shy and reserved boy. His beautiful Izzy. Another brush of his fingers through the other's hair, he could get used to that... Izzy's hair was so soft.
He nodded as the other agreed that he was glad that he had come to him. Though he couldn't help the soft chuckle that came from his lips as the other questioned as to whether or not he was actually very beautiful. "Yes... you really are, Isa. The most beautiful creature that I believe I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he stated with a soft laugh. "Really? Don't sell yourself short, Isa." He smiled at the other, unsure still of just how the other male could miss how beautiful he was. How could he not know that he was gorgeous? With or without makeup. His skin was so soft, pale, the kind of skin that girls would kill for. His hair was long and soft, it begged to be touched. Full lips... full soft lips that tasted of nirvana... and begged to be kissed.
He smiled faintly at the confusion on the other's features. Ever the predictable one. "Because I wanted to..." he whispered softly, leaning in and pressing another kiss lightly against the other's lips. This one lasted a little longer, he tilted his head to deepen it, his hand moving to thread gently into Izzy's hair. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of the other's lips against his own, gently nipping the other's lower lip. When he pulled away, he looked into the soft brown eyes of his friend with another smile. "And I have to admit... it was every bit as great as I thought it was going to be."
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Nov 5, 2012 0:03:59 GMT -6
du bist viel zu schön -------------------- Und ich sag zu dem Moment: geh nicht vorbei [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 554455; border: #886688 solid 4px; width: 490px; padding: 0px;][style=width: 400px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] UND DARUM LEBEN WIR WIR LEBEN UM DA
ZU SIEN LEBEN UM WAHR ZU SIEN [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:8px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase;]Und darum leben wir und wir nehmen alles mit jeden schmerz und alles glück der welt Auch du hast es gesehen genau wie ich Den Schmetterling im Schnee den Tunnel voller |
[/color][/style][/style][/style] Izzy smiled softly at the gentle touch, though he bit his lip lightly at the mention of maybe him singing for Markos sometime. He did not know if that would ever happen. He could barely speak in front of people, let alone sing. Maybe if Markos snuck up on him when he was singing or something, but past that Isa really could not see a reason that the other teen would be able to hear him sing. He would like to be able to, simply to be able to return the favor; but, Iz just could not see it happening since he felt himself starting to panic at the thought alone. Which was why he turned his thoughts away from that idea rather quickly. The last thing he wanted was to get himself all upset again, especially after Markos had just gotten him to calm down. He really was not sure at all just how Markos made him feel safer than he did with anyone else. It was a bit... odd, but in a good way. It was good to have someone he could relax around, after all. It was nice, anyway. Iz was not sure why Markos wasted his time, but he could not say it was not appreciated. "Yes... you really are, Isa. The most beautiful creature that I believe I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on." Izzy's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the other teen's words, his face coloring a deep red once again. That was not true. How could it be? He was just... him. There were definitely people out there more beautiful than he was. If he was so beautiful, then how come the only people he had ever really known hated him so much? Wouldn't his dad like him better? His dad had called him "disgusting" so many times, that it was really all Iz could think about himself. After all, it was his fault his mother had died. His dad had made sure that Isa knew that. "I-I'm not," he replied softly, shaking his head a little. He was not someone who fished for compliments by arguing them; he just literally did not see it. He had pretty eyes, but that was about as far as Iz would agree. It would take a lot more than one boy's word to change that; though, if he were truly honest, Markos made him want to believe it, so he guessed that was a start, at least.
"Wh-why?" Isa replied softly, still confused as to why Markos would want to kiss him. Nobody ever had before. It was something completely foreign to him, but not completely unwanted. It felt nice to have Markos that close to him, even if he had no idea what to do other than just... stay there. He inhaled sharply as Markos kissed him a little more firmly, his own eyes falling closed as he absently let go of the teddy bear to rest his hand on the other teen's shoulder. The younger teen let out a faint noise of surprise as Markos nipped at his lip and he absently tightened his grip on Markos' shoulder, opening his eyes again as his friend pulled away from him, his face flushed once again. "You've th-thought about that b-before?" Iz was really just so confused about everything. He did not know what to do, or what to think. He was not sure what was going on, really, or just why the other teen would want to keep kissing him. He did know, however, that he really liked when Markos kissed him. It felt nice, though completely new and a little nerve wracking.
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Post by Markos James Rider on Nov 5, 2012 11:04:15 GMT -6
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[atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin"
whoever said that must've been drinkin
Markos smiled down at the other male, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. How could Izzy not realize just how beautiful he really was? What had been done to this beautiful angel that he could not see himself clearly? He would simply have to open the other male's eyes to what he was missing out on. He really was the most beautiful boy in the world. "You are, Isa..." he said softly, leaning down to nuzzle their noses together lightly and he rested their foreheads together, closing his eyes slightly. He smiled slightly as he remembered a song he'd heard on the radio that seemed to just... fit the way that Izzy was. He pulled the other's form a little closer, kissing his lips once again. "I just want to. It makes me feel like I could fly whenever I think about kissing you, Isa," he replied honestly.
He raised his free hand, stroking the other's hair, brushing it back from his face so that he could see the other male in the light from the flashlight on the table. "You know, I heard this song on the radio once... and when I think of it, I think of you... because it just... it fits the way that you see yourself. Do you want to hear it?" he asked softly, kissing hte other's lips once more gently. For some reason, he didn't mind singing in front of Izzy. He didn't feel like he was being harshly judged and he knew that Izzy wouldn't make fun of him, even if he did suck at it. He felt secure with Izzy... like Izzy would never intentionally attempt to ridicule him or be cruel, it was rare to find someone like that. And Markos wasn't about to let him go. When Izzy stated that he would like to hear him sing again, Markos laughed softly.
"Alright then, just gimme a minute to remember the lyrics." It had been a while since he'd heard it, and he'd only heard it the one time, so it took him a brief moment to recall how the song started. You're insecure... don't know what for. You're turnin' heads when you walk through the do-or-or. Don't need make-up to cover up. Being the way that you are is eno-o-ough."
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[/i] He smiled, brushing his hand across the other's cheek gently. "Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you. Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell. You don't know, oh oh. You don't know you're beautiful. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm lookin' at you and I can't believe you don't know, oh oh. You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh. That's what makes you beautiful."He smiled, leaning in and kissing the other male once more, nuzzling against him once he'd pulled away. "So c-come on. You got it wrong. To prove I'm right, I put it in a so-o-ong. I don't know why you're being shy, and turn away when I look into your eye-eye-eyes. Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you. Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell. You don't know, oh oh. You don't know you're beautiful. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm lookin' at you and I can't believe you don't know, oh oh. You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh. That's what makes you beautiful."[/color] He closed his eyes, kissing the other's cheek and down along his jawline gently and back up at his lips. "You don't know you're beautiful... and that's what makes you beautiful," he stated, laughing softly, still running his fingers through the other's hair gently. "I don't know why you think that you aren't beautiful, Isa... but whoever told you that is dead wrong."[/div] tag: izzy | outfit: here | words: 730 [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] template by emrysdaelan of caution 2.0. leave the credit or angry badgers will come nom your face off [/center] |
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Nov 6, 2012 16:01:44 GMT -6
du bist viel zu schön -------------------- Und ich sag zu dem Moment: geh nicht vorbei [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 554455; border: #886688 solid 4px; width: 490px; padding: 0px;][style=width: 400px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] UND DARUM LEBEN WIR WIR LEBEN UM DA
ZU SIEN LEBEN UM WAHR ZU SIEN [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:8px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase;]Und darum leben wir und wir nehmen alles mit jeden schmerz und alles glück der welt Auch du hast es gesehen genau wie ich Den Schmetterling im Schnee den Tunnel voller |
[/color][/style][/style][/style] Izzy was not sure how they could get closer, but he did not resist Markos somehow finding away to do just that. His face was still flushed as he listened to the other teen. He really just did not know how it was possible that Markos thought that. After all, Markos was one of the popular kids. It was odd enough that the other boy wanted to be his friend and to help him. To think that the other boy actually thought he was beautiful was absurd. It was just... it could not be right. Could it? He bit his lip lightly for a moment as Markos mentioned a song on the radio. He was a little cautious, because it could not be good, right? However, Isa nodded a little and released his lower lip as he softly said, "Y-yeah." He was not sure why he agreed, but he was not going to try to take the statement back as Markos tried to remember the lyrics. He had almost forgot that he was not wearing makeup until the cosmetic item was mentioned in the song, and he almost wanted to pull away from Markos' touch, but instead he just took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before looking back to the other teen. The more Markos sang, though, the more visible the coloring on his face got. Izzy was pretty much bright red, and almost wanted to hide his face away. However, he did not, though his grip on Markos' shoulder tightened just slightly as the elder teen kissed him once again. He almost did not want to let his friend pull away any, but he laughed softly with a slight smile as the other boy nuzzled against him. He continued listening quietly as Markos resumed singing, his face still colored red as he listened to the words. Despite it being difficult to fully believe that the words actually reminded Markos of him, he found the whole idea to be really sweet. He was sure many people wished that someone would do something so nice for them. He bit his lip lightly when the elder teen stopped singing and closed his eyes for a moment as his friend kissed his cheek and then along his jaw. It was odd, having Markos that close to him, but he enjoyed every moment. "Nobody's ever called me beautiful before," he said softly, shaking his head a little, though he was surprised that he had managed to get all the words out without stuttering even once. It was pretty much a milestone right there. Isa was always stuttery when nervous or scared or facing new situations; and, the entire scenario he was in at that moment was definitely new. He had feelings for Markos that he had never had for someone before, and he willingly let the other teen closer to him than anybody ever had been before. That in itself was a huge thing for the generally withdrawn teen. Isa absently bit his lower lip for a moment before releasing it in order to actually lean in enough to press his and Markos' lips together again, the hand on the other boy's shoulder shifting just slightly to rest on the back of his neck. Izzy was not sure what compelled him to want to kiss the other boy again, but he did not regret it either. He really, really liked when they kissed. It felt nice in a way completely new to him. Iz really had no idea what he was doing, but tried not to dwell on thinking too much. He overthought a lot of things, and that was usually how he messed stuff up, by thinking too much. He did not want to mess this up. He laughed softly and smiled as he slowly pulled away, though he stayed close to the other boy, honestly not liking the idea of distance after breaking the typical personal boundaries and being so close to the elder teen.
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Post by Markos James Rider on Nov 7, 2012 10:43:22 GMT -6
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[atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin"
whoever said that must've been drinkin
Markos was glad that Izzy wasn't fighting him on the issue so much anymore. While he was still blushing just a little, it was rather adorable. He was so meek... so shy... so humble. He didn't even realize how wonderful he really was. He loved the reactions he was getting from Izzy with each kiss, and he wondered if anyone else had ever kissed the other male before. The more he thought about it, the more improbable it seemed that Izzy would allow someone close enough to kiss him. Izzy shied away from nearly everyone, and it was probably only because of the storm and the darkness that he wasn't pulling away from him at that very moment. The thought caused a slight crease in Markos's forehead. The slightest frown. Was that it? Izzy was only allowing himself to be kissed so that he didn't have to go back to his room?
That wasn't what Markos wanted at all... didn't want Izzy to feel pressured. He gently rubbed his thumb over the other's cheek where his hand lay craddling his head around his ear gently. He didn't release the gentle grip even as the other shook his head and said that no body had ever called him beautiful before. "That's probably because they just thought it would be far to obvious. They didn't want to look silly," he assured, smiling at the other male gently. "They assumed that you just automatically knew how beautiful you were..." He leaned in, kissing the other's nose gently before resting their foreheads against one another once more. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the proximity to the other male.
And then Izzy was leaning in to press their lips together again. His eyes opened with a bit of a shock, feeling Izzy's hand move up to the back of his head gently. He closed his eyes half-way and leaned into the kiss a bit more, deepening it gently, fingers slowly curling in the other's hair ever-so-lightly. Slowly, he moved his lips against the other's gently. He opened his mouth just a little, his teeth lightly grazing over the other's lips gently before he began the kiss anew. He pulled away after a moment, inhaling slowly through his nose as he nuzzled against the other male gently, kissing the corner of his mouth and then moving to kiss his lips again. He smiled faintly, chuckling softly. "I could get used to this, you know..." he said softly, reveling in the other's warmth. Even if there was a teddy bear crushed between them.
He nuzzled against the other male a bit more before raising his head to look at the other male. "Isa..." he said softly, running the back of his finger over the other's face once more, wondering if he should ask the question he longed to know the answer too or if that would just completely shut the other male down again. It wasn't something that he wanted, but... he supposed now would probably be the only time that Izzy was open enough to even consider answering it. "Why don't you think you're beautiful? Who told you different?" It was his experience that most people didn't think that they were ugly on their own, usually someone that they trusted told them that they were less than perfect and so they believed it. Who had done such a horrible thing to his Izzy? His parents? Grandparents? A best friend? He needed to know so that he knew how best to counteract the damage that had been done. His poor Izzy. It was probably the same reason that he closed himself off so much. Which was the last thing Markos wanted.
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