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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:29 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:32 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:40 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:43 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:47 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:48 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:54 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:10 am
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*snarls, his eyes flashing red behind his glasses as he shouts after their retreating forms* Your possessiveness gives you away! scream You could not care less about his feelings! Only your own! Maybe if you would think about -him- for once, you would see it yourself!! scream
*at this point, quite a few of the remaining people have stopped what they were doing and were staring at him* stare
*turns sharply and goes over to Tes, quickly snatching the wine glass out of his hand and downing it like a shot, grabbing another from a server's tray while simultaneously dumping the empty glass onto it* She's a poisonous leech! scream
*throws his glass across the room after downing its contents, at least one patron narrowly escaping its path before it smashes against a wall* Just like yathrin stare
... um.. *cautiously places his hands on Ryzan's shoulders* Maybe we should... I don't know... go for a walk or.. something?
She has no idea of the damage she's doing, nor does she care!
*glances around and sees security looking people whispering amongst themselves while looking at Ryzan* Let's go for a walk, Ry. I bet it's really nice outside...
*gently, but quickly guides Ryzan out the door as he fumes, wanting to get him out before anyone else came along and possibly just pissed him off more.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 4:38 am
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*After a while of walking, Tes keeping quiet throughout to allow Ryzan time to cool off, the two dark elves settle down on a park bench several blocks away from where the steampunk ball was taking place. Ryzan, still clearly upset, reaches into his coat and digs around for his cigarette case and matches, dropping the matches as he tries to pull both items out at the same time. He groans in annoyance and starts to reach for them, but Tes gently pushes him back*
I've got it.
*Tes leans over and retrieves the matches while Ryzan pulls out a clove. After taking out a match and lighting his husband's cigarette, Tes waves out the flame and tosses the used match into a nearby trashcan. They stay silent a moment longer as Ryzan takes a long drag from his clove, leaning back against the bench and tilting his head up toward the sky, not caring that doing so shakes his hatpin loose, causing the small tophat to hang halfway off his head and tug at his hair. Tes slides closer and helps remove the hat for him, even though Ryzan didn't indicate being bothered by it in the least, and sets it aside for the time being.*
Hauk sure seemed angry sweatdrop *sharply blows out a puff of smoke* Of course he was. It is a common reaction. You were angry as well when you found out about yourself. ... touché
*removes his glasses and tucks them into his vest* Even I was angry when I found out. Angry at myself for not being "normal".... angry at ilhar for raising me with such a heavy feminine influence.... I was even angry at my deceased father for not being there to teach me how to be a man.
And I was angry at you... for being the object of my desires.... and for not letting me die that day in the river.
*takes another long drag off his clove* I had tried so hard to reason it away... telling myself it was just my inexperience with intimacy and I was confusing admiration with affection. I blamed ilhar mzilst of all. Had I been raised with both parents or even just.... by someone who did not treat me so delicately, as if I needed to be sheltered from hardships and misery.....
I knew what people would say and how they would treat me if they knew or even suspected I had a taste for men. I was afraid. It seemed as if everything I had built up to that point could instantly vanish just because of this one thing. I thought that if I ignored it, then maybe it would go away. I even tried to transform it, convincing myself that I did not really want to be -with- you... I just wanted to be -like- you. I tried to see you as mzild of a mentor than a possible lover. I tried viewing the world through your eyes rather than through what I felt were the tainted lenses of ilhar.
Rilu'oh.... my dreams always betrayed me. Even in a half-sleep, I found my mind drifting to thoughts of being with you. No matter how mzilt I hated myself for them afterward... what I felt when we kissed in my fantasies was... it was.... *he sighs and looks up at the stars as if searching for the right word amongst them* ... bliss. I did not get that same kind of feeling from anything else in my life. When I came to accept that... I realized how miserable I had been making myself... and how mzilt mzild I would be if I continued to try to be something that I clearly was not. It took some time, jhal I eventually realized that letting the opinions of others determine how I should live was no way to live at all. Only through deciding for myself what is best for me and following my heart could I obtain true happiness.
My decision certainly came with hardships of its own, rilu'oh... *he reaches over and takes his husband's hand, giving him a small smile* ... I would suffer far greater miseries for even just a moment of genuine happiness.
{{maybe more later... too tired gonk }}
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:49 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 1:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:21 pm
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{{Wow... I've never seen Ryzan that angry before... *shivers* And yet, it was very interesting, too!}}
Amy sighed in relief when she found herself in front of her door again. She had missed her home. Deep down she missed Karrie's place even more, but she hardly ever let herself think about that anymore.
Amy smiled down at Thistle, who was lightly tapping her hoof against it. "We're home, Thistle. I'll make you and Zephit some spaghetti and meatballs. Maybe you'll even talk with Zephit some, now that you are speaking again. You haven't said hi to him or anything."
Thistle was barely paying attention. She wanted food!!!
Amy shook her head, giggled, and unlocked the door to the house before opening it. Thistle ran through the door and down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Amy came in with the small duffel bag she had taken with them and looked around. The lights were all off, so Zephit must not be home, yet. She hoped he would like spaghetti and meatballs.
Amy set down the bag in her room and then set to work on making supper with Thistle nearby. It comforted her greatly to have Thistle at her side again. She had missed it so much and didn't want to take her presence for granted again.
Even her cat came out, brushed around Amy's legs, and sat down to watch all the things going on. Thistle would come up to it, nuzzle it a few times and even wrestle it to the ground on occasion before she focused once again on Amy getting the food ready.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:35 pm
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