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Post by Wresie on Jul 28, 2010 20:42:19 GMT -5
Roxas throws on his favorite pink and purple tie dyed shirt as he stumbles out the door. He doesn't want to be late for his newest gig! So he finds himself running down the streets to get to the club he'll be playing at with his band mates...
As soon as he enter the club through the back he is growled at, "You're ten minutes late!!!" A male with white hair and brown eyes snarls. "You better be glad we told you to be here early!!!"
Apollo, a bronze-blond, places a hand on the offending male, "Shizu... Enough." And with that the white haired male backs off with a growl. "You gonna sing the first song?"
Roxas rolls his ocean colored hues, "Yeah, yeah." He puts an arm around his 'Alpha's' shoulders. "Lover boy coming late?"
Apollo flushes and shoves Roxas away, "N-- Yes, no, um-- SO!"
"Chill boss," Roxas flips his waist length, blue hair back. His wings flicker. "I got the first song. Got it."
Kairi, a woman with ink black hair and at least ten visible piercings, runs up, "You guys are up next! Hurry!"
Shizu smirks and pulls the nervous girl into his arms, "A kiss for good luck?" And the female slaps him.
"Stop flirting and hurry up!!!"
Three minutes later they are ready and Roxas steps forward, mic in hand. He waves to the crowd before beginning the song:
As soon as he is done Apollo steps up and points out to the crowd, "This goes out to my Imprint!" And he sings full of emotion:
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Post by bloodyamore on Jul 30, 2010 8:54:58 GMT -5
Danny sits alone at the bar, slurping down the last of his kiddie cocktail. Ha, 'kiddie'. What better word could there be to ridicule and mock him. What was he doing in this bar anyway? At the awkward age of 19, he couldn't even get a drink (though his friends could).
He really had no good reason to be there.
Except, his friend had gave him tickets to a band (name unmentioned), that was new, playing in town, and very good.
So he went, cause there was nothing less lazy to do, and music sounded fun - no need to waste a ticket.
And she had been right - they had been, wow. Definitely epic, to say the least.
Their look wasn't half bad either. Danny would've loved to have a photo shoot with the guys, if he didn't have such a fear of talking-to-those-you admire.
He had, however, come to one conclusion sitting there, his eyes gazing like they'd seen no more somber day at his drink: he was going to go ask if they had a cd (not that he had any money to buy it).
But the blond knew the ways of an artist, and any words of support meant much. If helping their ego (not that they probably needed it), meant he could maybe get a free CD was enough motivation for him.
He stood up, for the first time really looking at the band, which was by now at an intermission, probably preparing to get drinks. He had only been glancing at them before, watching their faces contort as they sang and their hands move in impossible ways across electric-guitar strings with a method that Danny himself had never mastered. But he had not tried to look them in the eyes yet.
And as he walked up toward the stage, feeling more ridiculous every minute, he tried to remain his stare at them, hoping to catch ones eye instead of later having to grab their attention some other way as they moved their instruments back stage.
Though eventually, he was off to one side in front of the stage, hoping no one in the audience was staring at him, trying to seem casual as he edged forward. Eventually he said 'hey!' in a normal voice, too afraid to really holler it, nonetheless hoping somehow they would here it in this crowded place full of flashing lights and murmurs.
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Post by Wresie on Jul 30, 2010 9:42:33 GMT -5
Of course it was Roxas who heard the timid call. Turning his head to see who it is he is completely blown away. Ocean eyes scanning over a colorfully dressed male, from the blond-brown top to the slightly dirty shoes on bottom. Oh Luna did he like what he sees.
Shizu bumps shoulders with him, "Don't leave the date rape hanging." This turns Apollo to face in the same direction and when his face contorts into a look of thought Roxy growls. One low and possessive. The other male will have to be his.
The Alpha just shrugs and goes back to talking to random people, "Don't care."
And that's all dear Roxy has to hear before he goes to Danny, a mischievous smirk on his features. When in front of the said male he quirks a blue brow, "Yes?"
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Post by bloodyamore on Jul 30, 2010 10:06:20 GMT -5
Danny blinks, wondering if he really heard "date rape" and then quickly forgetting it. These people were part of a young, new band. They weren't the usual type of 30 year old gruffs who already had wives, these were the type of band he didn't know how to handle. Of course they would actually be concerned with getting laid.
When he finally heard a "Yes?" coming from the blue haired one, he froze momentarily. Slightly because this man looked and performed the way Danny had always dreamed he could, and partly by the man's cocky-mischievous way of saying it.
When your shy, the particular way people say things can turn you off, make you want to give up and just walk away. Despite the fact this blue-haired player said it in a way that made his veins rush pleasantly, and sweat trickle down his neck in anticipation for some other, funner, event that made one hot and steamy.
After a moment, in the most casual, Danny-manner possible, he responded, "Um, hi!" Cue cheesy smile here. " I, uh, liked the way you guys sounded. It rocked. And i was... wondering if you guys had a CD?" the last part cracked a little, his confidence waning.
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Post by Wresie on Jul 30, 2010 10:24:22 GMT -5
Roxas just smirks lightly, "How about this-" He pulls his own copy from his pocket, one with his phone number on it. "- I get a kiss and a call sometime in exchange for the CD?"
In the background Shizu snorts, as if this ridiculous idea could work!
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Post by bloodyamore on Jul 30, 2010 10:40:47 GMT -5
(excuse typos)
Danny blinks, unsure if this guy is serious (most likely not).
He blushes despite himself, even if the idea appeals to him, its not like he wont be made fun of for revealing that.
So instead, he sticks to a common sense approach. In a face much more serious than he imagines, Danny retorts, "Are you for real?"
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Post by Wresie on Jul 30, 2010 10:42:25 GMT -5
Roxas leans in closer, eyes sparking with something a lot deeper than words, "Yeah. I am."
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Post by bloodyamore on Jul 30, 2010 11:04:33 GMT -5
An unconcious gulp, Danny is red as a traverse city cherry - unable to escape those eyes, so obviously unearthly. He can smell the unfamiliar scent of this stranger, sweet like the fairy liqour he's not supposed to drink.
He wants it.
If Danny didn't really care what others thought, he would've kissed this stranger.
Instead he just stares with his deep brown eyes, waiting, hoping he looks as willing as he feels. "um.." is the only thing close to a word that comes out of his closed, chapped lips.
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Post by Wresie on Jul 30, 2010 15:51:30 GMT -5
Roxas closes the distance between them. Sighing when their lips meet, arms moving around Danny's waist to tug him closer.
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Post by bloodyamore on Jul 30, 2010 16:19:33 GMT -5
Danny goes rigid as he's pulled to this stranger.
He knows its wrong, that he's a stranger, that Danny himself's a fool.
But ecstacy kicks in, and none of those things matter, or even cross his mind as he timidly pushes back with his lips, getting lost in the feel of it all, his fingers dangling into azul locks he's only ever imagined.
Its soft.
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Post by Wresie on Jul 30, 2010 16:28:30 GMT -5
Roxas shortly moves back, no need to take this too far. And he slips the already signed CD and case into Danny's hand, "Ask for Roxas." And with that he slips away, mostly to try to understand the feelings that had been burning through his blood since he laid eyes on the other... "Should of asked for his name."
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Post by bloodyamore on Jul 31, 2010 8:53:09 GMT -5
With lips still swollen from the kiss, Danny frowns after the receding man. "Hey, wait!" He shouts breathlessly.
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Post by Wresie on Jul 31, 2010 12:13:30 GMT -5
Roxas fights un-known instincts to turn back, to wait for the other. He keeps on moving, heading... For what? His stomach flips and he knows where... He just had to take on that fucking dare back home didn't he?
Entering the bathroom he goes to the handicap stall, but doesn't lock it. No. He goes to an open corner and slides down with a moan. His temp. dropping rapidly, for werewolves rarely got fevers. Instead they have chills, deathly low body heat that keeps dropping until... Well usually he had to have a burning hot bath, maybe sitting in a hot tube for a few days would work better?
But none the less he just leans back, waiting for the other to follow him. He doesn''t want to have to deal with this issue. The matters of the other male his heart so desperately wants him to find. To hold and snuggle against. Ugh, this is sooo the Chill talking...
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Post by bloodyamore on Jul 31, 2010 13:52:09 GMT -5
Danny's deepen frowns as he continues moving away.
He knows the other doesn't want him, need him to follow, but he still wants to...
Its in his nature to follow until the end, until there are answers... but instead he stands there, face expressionless, for a long moment.
Then, he leaves, paying his check on the way out.
*** The next morning is a blur of sadness.
He lives in a London flat with a man named Dante who attended the same high school he had -one in the depths of Michigan. A gossip king by all standards, he had re-met Danny when the world collapsed and offered him a place to stay. Dante was now rich, a consequence of dating one of Richard's lovely sisters.
Danny had never shook off the fact it seemed an awful big coincidence he was reconnected with all those from his past.
He was in London because wanted to escape the guilt he faced everyday in America, every time his friends in Las Vegas, or California, or even his own family would congratulate him. Celebrate him.
For murder.
Because when he was seventeen he had done the unthinkable, slept with and manipulated the all powerful Mesmu. And then, before Mesmu could change him and convince him of the sweet eternal utterings of 'soul mates' Danny had stabbed him in the back, almost literally, by allowing Sylvia to come in one night Mez was actually asleep and stake him.
Its a strange thing to see a man who loves you, who captured the world for you, turn to ashes. It makes you hollow inside to know that as soon as he started fixing things for humans you lead him to Hell.
Sure, Sylvia had pulled the trigger, done the motion, but Danny had killed him. Psychodic as Mez was, he deserved to go to Hell. But Danny had reserved himself a spot next to Mez the moment he destroyed him.
So he was in London. Away from the heroic thanks, and reformed streets of the US, in a country where no one knew what he had done for mankind, no one knew the atrocities he would never dare reveal.
No one would ever know he felt guilty, or that he couldn't look his loved ones in the eyes because of it. He was with new people now. Ones that knew nothing, cared little, and could not possibly attempt to remind him. His only connection to the old world Ricky's sister (and he rarely saw her).
The only one who could bring up his depression, make him realize he was in self wallowing pity, and that he desperately needed a real drink, was himself.
And of course, his know-it-all roommate Dante.
Because first thing in the morning, he asked Danny as he awoke from a cold sweat inducing fit : " Dreaming about him again?"
"Shut up," he had responded, throwing a pillow at his friend, curling up on the inside with guilty pain. No, he had been dreaming about the blue-haired boy, and never seeing him again. But now he was thinking of Mez. 'Thanks a lot roomie...'
The morning had consisted of battered remarks about how "Danny helped the world," and its "nonesense feeling guilty over it" because "he was just a fucked up bastard anyway..."
But none of those words made him feel better. By the time he came back from his college classes at seven, he was in no mood to call the number on the CD Dante had found in his pockets.
Yet, he still loaded up an old-fashioned cd player and went out to Hyde Park, emersing himself in this new unfamiliar sound as he mentally dared someone to try and fuck with him. No one could mess him up as much as Mez had, it'd be funny to see them try.
But at ten he finally headed home, now knowing a few lyrics, with a decision in mind: HE was going to pick up the cell phone of Dante's (because Danny didn't care to own one himself) and walk outside on the balcony, lock the door so the King couldn't ease-drop, and call 'Roxas".
'Heh, Roxas. That used to be my favorite game,' he mused. But he did not believe in such utter coincidences having power like others did. For Roxas's sake if not his own - how would that blue-haired man fair if his fate was the same as the nobody's?
Almost worse than mine, Danny imagined.
He carefully and quickly dialed the number on the case, vaguely thinking the kid reminded him of Saix he berserker (a dangerous word for darkest killer). He would say hi (like an idiot) and invite himself to jam with the man (not that Danny could play). THat's what Danny had decided.
And so he waited as the phone line rang once, twice. Hoping to get an answer. Hoping the man was not like a berserker - a man who could rival Mez in the depths of evil. Danny did not want to save the world from another evil lover by ripping out his heart a second time.
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Post by Wresie on Jul 31, 2010 14:34:02 GMT -5
Kairi groans and flips open her phone, "Shut up everyone!!!" And she puts the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
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