the mayhem begins

he wants to be icarus, sometimes. to have the sun know of him, to touch the sky. his fingers stretched out, knowing that just a little bit and he’ll reach the clouds - to feel the burning of love within him. you told him, once, about wolves who love moons, and he smiled, talked about birds and deep breaths and blue waves - did you understand, back then? did you see the way his eyes became fire, his words burning holes in your body? you blamed the sun. you blamed the stars. you blame yourself. but consider this - maybe it isn’t the sun’s heat that burns him, maybe it is the boy himself.                                                 

   However, before she argued back, his lips were on her own, rough, needing and making her loose her breath in that one moment - she didn’t pull away, instead she leaned on the tips of her toes, getting closer, wrapping her arms around him and kissing back just as needingly - After all, it had been a year since she had last seen, touched, felt his own lips on hers. Parting to breath she muttered a few things, but never stopping for more than needed to keep kissing her idiot neighbor.

Taking advantage of her body already pressed back against the door, his lips never once left her own as he moved both his arms behind the female's legs and lifted her. Fashioning the female's legs around his waist, he made sure to lock them there.. his hands remaining on the girl's upper back legs to make sure she was as close as physically possible. She wasn't getting away from him anytime soon. Fuck the rest of her friends, for the next few days.. she wasn't going to leave his sight.

|| ~⌘~ || Three seconds and she moved, back pressing against the front door, refusing him to leave - However the look on her face, it wasn’t upset or crying, it was that like a devoid anger. She was actually glaring at him, her temper from those words made her snap and she grabbed his collar, bringing his face down to her level.

   ”Don’t ever say that again you fucking idiot.” She had sworn - Had she ever sworn around him? Hell, had she ever been this pissed off around him or anyone? “If you were someone that was here for when I’m bored I wouldn’t have come back, I wouldn’t have left you a fucking letter, I wouldn’t want you to be there every night with my nightmares and if you were just in my life for entertainment I sure as hell wouldn’t have considered you moving in with me.”

   She swallowed, arms trembling, she couldn’t control her emotions, lack of sleep from the plane, him being like this - it was all so much for her that words just came out un-calculated, pure and raw feelings. "You don’t understand how much I love you. You’re the one person in the whole damn world who I want to be with. There’s no one else in the entire world. Not in Rome, Greece, France, England, Egypt or Dubai! The only person who’s ever been in my head constantly is YOU!"

Now there was more than that strained over his face. His eyebrows were knit in anger and his voice dripped with poison. But his eyes.. the told another story. That of a man who fell in love with a girl and intended to make her his bride.. only to think he lost her. Tristan felt played. He felt stupid for ever being so upset over something like this. But he wanted her, only her. All to himself. No one else could have her.

"Why couldn't you just be content with what you have here? Why did you have to run away? Was I not good enough for you? Yeah, life isn't perfect here. I can't promise it ever will be. But what I do know for damned sure is that I love you and i'm trying my best to make you happy for the rest of your fucking life!" And just like that, his head dipped down and his lips ravaged against her own. He was wild with need. The need to feel her, to feel something other than this fire. He needed her here with him, but more than that.. he needed to know this wasn't another dream. That she was real this time.

|| ~⌘~ || At the look he was giving her, vision blurred, tears wanted to fall from her eyes - In a million years she hadn’t expected to get such a look from him, it hurt - the last person to give her that look wanted her to kill herself, wished she wasn’t born. Her lip trembled a little as she  reached out and took his shirt in her tiny hands, she wasn’t going to let him go, this time it was her turn to fight for him and not the other way around.

   ”Well I don’t know how love works! I can’t know how something works if I’ve never had it before you!” She said, swallowing bile as a few tears rolled down her cheeks, she wouldn’t let him be alone, she wouldn’t - he was all she had in this cold little world. “I-I don’t care if you lash out - I’ve had worse and I don’t…I’m not afraid - Tristan please…please don’t do this…please…”

"You shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have left. Everything is different. Everything has changed. Am I just some sort of entertainment for you to come back to when you're bored?" He knew that wasn't true. He knew he was just being rude and cruel to her. But he was hurting. Finally he pulled her fingers from the fabric of his shirt and turned to make his way back to that dusty door that hadn't been opened in so long before today.. "I'm not leaving you, Ash. You already left me."

|| ~⌘~ || She blinked twice at those last words, for a moment or two - she stared at him in pure and utter shock. It didn’t take long at all for her to see what he was doing - she had done it so many times over her life, he was making himself go numb so as he wouldn’t feel anything. “Tristan don’t…” Her voice trailed off, biting down on her lip, it hurt to see him so emotionless.

   ”Please don’t shut me out, please.” She was scared he would, that this wouldn’t be fixed - he was the best damn thing that had happened to her, when ever she thought about her future, kids, a house - it was always with him and no one else. Even when travelling she hadn’t given another male a second glance at. “Don’t do this. Please. Don’t. I’m…I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not with anyone else, I don’t love anyone else. I don’t trust anyone else in the world other than you so please…”

Even induced in his rage and emotions, he refused to give her that side of him. "You mean well, Blondie. But just leave me be. Yeah, i'm bound to be lonely. But hey, I was before. At least now from worry i'm free." He was seeing red now. The anger in his body starting to rise. Conceal. Don't feel.. you have to.. He was shaking pretty bad when he turned to face her once more, "That's the thing, kid. I can't lash out. I'm dangerous. If I do? You'll get hurt. Bad. So just back off."

|| ~⌘~ || She noticed when he didn’t return the hug and that was when her worst fears started to stab at her - she had been gone a year - she was a fool for thinking things would be the same wasn’t she? That she could simply run away and be selfish for once in her life - that there would be no consequences for her actions. Slowly she pulled away, hands shakily tugging at her darker hair as she nodded a little. “Wh-When I went to Africa and then Dubai…I had too so I wouldn’t stand out,” She mumbled, biting down on her lip a little.

      Why was this hurting? Why couldn’t everything be…happy?

"I liked the blonde. I guess I can get used to this." It was cold and distant but he didn't want to reply to her last bit. He didn't want to talk about it and yet he didn't want to talk about anything else. His eyes were hard and unfeeling. A certain defense he had developed after losing his family and going to live with a demon. Tristan had a side of him that she hadn't ever witnessed before. Under it all he was angry, bitter, satanic, and a bit unstable when it came to his sanity. Maybe he shouldn't have come here. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't stop himself. Drawing his arms up and onto her shoulders, he held her there as he pulled back out of her hold. "I don't want to be touched right now, Ashley. Please don't put your hands on me."

|| ~⌘~ || That voice, how long had it been since she heard that voice, though it was a little rougher than she remembered, God she missed it so much - No, she missed him more than anything while travelling. Sitting up slowly, her eyes were a little wide in shock, one blonde hair tumbling and curling down her shoulder before she scrambled off the sofa and almost tripped on her bags to hug him - clinging.

Three hundred and sixty five days without touching him. Hearing him. Seeing him.

"D-Do you want to make a bet on that?" She laughed shakily, for a moment it didn’t even flutter into her mind that he might be angry or hurt, she was still being a little selfish - just wanting to cling onto him and pretend so much time didn’t pass.

"Yes. I can see that." He wasn't sure how to respond to her. That much was evident. How did they interact before? He couldn't remember. How was everything so carefree before and suddenly so tense? Or maybe it was just him. She seemed fine. Of course she was fine. She just got to up and leave. Run away from this life. Leave him then come back and act as if everything was fine. Well everything wasn't fine. Nothing was fine. But he couldn't voice it. The male's face remained deadpan and his voice at a monotone as he looked down at the tiny girl still clinging to his form. "Your hair. It's darker."

|| ~⌘~ || A sigh left her, flopping onto her couch as the little apartment was littered with her items from her travels - all the laundry, toiletries - Dear gof it would be hell to clean up this mess when she got around to it all finally. Ashley was rather curious to catch up with her friends, had they gotten her e-mail spam? Ah, knowing her luck they didn’t but would they notice she had gone?

    She had to wonder…

Stepping the rest of the way inside, he closed the door quietly and made his way to the living room where she laid sprawled out over the sofa. She hadn't looked at him, so he could only assume she didn't realize who it was. "You're about as scary as a rabbit.."

Keisuke was walking alone, sipping on some luke warm tea to try and keep his body warm during the winter. He was trying to avoid crowded places, afraid of running in a group of boys who were looking for him. He wondered if they gave up. Not fully sure though, he wouldn’t take any chances. He was in no condition to run anymore. His face was pale and he was probably coming down with something. That wasn’t new at all to him. 

Not paying much attention to what was going around him because he was getting lost into his own thoughts, he ran into someone, his drink splashing from the cup on himself and the stranger. 

The girl's tiny body was still bitching at her for the sudden burns decorating her arm and side but she ignored it. "Isn't that burning you? Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention! Here, let me get you a new jacket. I can do that much at least!" Buying clothes for a complete stranger? She shook the thought away as her inner conscious took hold, It's the least I could do since I ruined that one.. and maybe this way he won't get mad at me..

"My name is Elliot. Elliot Cherise Soukis. Ellie for short if you don't mind though." She offered the male her sweetest smile and did a slight curtsy out of pure mannerisms. Mother would be so proud. "And you are?" She asked curiously as her emerald optics danced up and down his frame, attempting to add up the damage she had caused in her head silently.