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Post by avery on May 27, 2012 2:32:35 GMT -5
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[STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style]
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]It was too easy to find this fellow. Not that he had a usual spot, but rather, Avery was just very.. good at finding him. No matter where he seemed to go, the american male could find him. Then again, he was an easy boy to spot. Currently, he was in the library, tucked behind a book. Avery had spotted the boy some time ago, but was taking his time. First, he went into a hallway between the shelves of literature, browsing with a false curiosity. The Liberian would be unimpressed if he only came in to start a scene. Grabbing a random book, he headed over to the chairs. That was when he made his move.
Without a thought, Avery dropped the book into the other's lap and wrapped his arms around the male's shoulders from behind. Leaning in, he nuzzled his face into the other's neck, giving a weak sigh. He enjoyed this fellow. So feisty, so cute. Perhaps it was a bit more then just loving to bully him.. but Avery..tried not ot think about it. He didn't want the games to end because of something foolish as attachment.. "Evening, dollface"[/style]
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Post by caspian macbeth on May 27, 2012 4:02:46 GMT -5
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Tucked into his chair with his head in his book, glasses fixed onto his nose, he read the words on the page quite contentedly. He had his quiet. He had his peace. No one was sitting with him, so he had his space. No one was touching him, no one was looking at him... No one was talking to him.. It was.. it was fine. He was fine. The book was great. It was-- Fuck! He jumped as he felt a book dropped into his lap, but that shock didn't compare to the one he had when he felt someone.. hug him. Shock, then fear bubbled into his chest and he tensed so quickly and tightly that his muscles ached.
"Get the b-bloody fuck away from me." His voice was low, hissed. If he hadn't been so terrified, it'd be louder, a shout, but even if he knew the voice, it didn't change anything. In fact, it made it worse. He was touching him. He was touching him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Get off! Get off! He tore his hands from his book and shoved them against the faggot's chest. Get off! His heart was racing, mind was spinning. Get off.. don't touch him, get off. He felt disgusting.[/style]
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Post by avery on May 27, 2012 11:18:21 GMT -5
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[STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style]
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]He was always so.. nervous. Moving back from the shove, Avery stood still and raised a brow, rather curious. So panicked and scared, was something bothering so much? How ..cute. Well, Avery knew he shouldn't see such actions as cute, but they truly were. The way he always struggled, snapped, flushed. ..He was like a shy girl, trying to be tough~ Sighing, he walked over to the other, moving around the chair.. and reached out. The male's fingers brushed the other's face only slightly before running through his hair, a smirk appearing on his face. "Shh.. we are in a library you know.."
Avery's voice was light, a whisper as he stepped closer so the other could hear him. The smirk stayed on his face, but his hand dropped as well, weakly shaking his head. "don' be so frightened.. I just wanted to say good mornin'.. you looked soo cute, all focused on ya' book." He was speaking English, well aware the other knew it, so his drawl slipped into his words. Avery didn't mind it - but it felt a bit.. dumb compared to the others elegant.. accent.[/style]
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Post by caspian macbeth on May 27, 2012 21:45:27 GMT -5
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Avery's accent was American. It wasn't proper, but it was soothing, at least in the language itself. Caspian could at least understand it better than the Japanese that surrounded him. "I'm not frightened. Just don't touch me. And stop acting like a fag." He ground his teeth again, shutting his book with an audible snap, then tossing it onto the table. Avery wasn't a fag, he just acted like one to piss him of. It wasn't appreciated. Bastard.[/style]
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Post by avery on May 27, 2012 23:34:51 GMT -5
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[STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style]
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]"Ooh, but you wanted to yell.." He spoke this softly before running his fingers through the other's hair again, pleased with the other's reaction. Too cute. Leaning in, he slipped an arm around the other's waist, whispering to him softly. "It is always so easy to find you. I think this is fate say somethin' to us..~" He chuckled, nuzzling his face into the other's neck, whispering. "Think.. it's sayin' you should give in and have that study date with me.." All his words were spoke softly, so only the other would here. Avery didn't want his words heard by anyone person partaking in the many books today, oh no. Only Caspian was allowed to know what Avery wanted from him, of him..rather.
Sighing softly, both his arms were firmly wrapped around the other tightly. There was a sweet smile on his face as he stared down at the other, nosing his cheek faintly. Avery had been pushing for this study date for weeks. Always persisting, stating that only Caspian could teach him properly. Of course, Caspian was quick to flip out, but it didn't make Avery stop. It was far too fun to see his face heat up, to see him snap.. to see so many beautiful emotions on that.. very beautiful face. Avery wouldn't lie, he knew the other was breath taking. Every thing about him, was amazing.. yet somehow, his personality is what drove Avery crazy with curiosity and..longing.[/style]
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Post by caspian macbeth on Jun 7, 2012 2:43:27 GMT -5
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"Fate can fuck itself." He growled out. "Get the fuck off me." That date? As if. What a stupid idea, and faggy at that! He wasn't going on a 'study date' with this idiot, and Avery knew that. He was just being a jackass, this was just one of his games, and Caspian hated his games. He just did them to make him upset. He hated it.. He hated it! But he wasn't about to beg the bastard to get away from him. He'd sooner punch him in the throat.[/style]
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Post by avery on Jun 11, 2012 20:14:40 GMT -5
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[STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style]
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]Avery loved pushing this guy. He was so cute, so strange. Stepping a bit closer, the brunette leaned in to lightly kiss the other's cheek - he was really pushing the bill this time - before reaching down to gently grab his wrists, humming almost as he stroked the skin with his thumb softly. "It will be fun, I promise. 'sides, I need your help with class..~" He smirked and kept Caspian -forcefully - close to himself, amused with this situation. He wanted to keep the boy against him. Well no, that was wrong. He wanted to keep the boy against a wall with his body pinning him there.. but that wasn't important. Completely. Well, it was a tad important, since Avery was subtly nudging the other against the flat sides of a tall bookshelf, a wicked grin. "Maybe if you help tutor me.. i'll stop picking on you~" A lie but it didn't matter. [/style]
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