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Post by SHAUN MORGAN on Jul 2, 2010 3:01:31 GMT -5
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Getting to go "out" was not something that Shaun got to do very often, but sitting around cooped up in the Tarot Shoppe's basement was starting to become a little too depressing to the young British boy. He wanted fresh air and to be able to get out and do things. Of course, he couldn't go alone. That would be suicide. Lilith had seen his depression and granted him permission to go out, well, him and Leandro that was (though Leandro didn't need permission- he was strong.)
Shaun smiled as a nice, gentle breeze swept up around the grass. Lilith had warned them to not go near the shoreline. Apparently the recent "earthquake" had been a ship crashing onto shore. And apparently that ship was filled with things- things people would kill for and had. He didn't know if it was deserted by now or not.
He was content to stay out here. He would have like to have seen the beach, but apparently it wasn't a pretty site with the wreckage (and the stench of decaying corpses-- not that he had been informed of that information). "It's nice out here..." Shaun took a deep breath. He really felt like he could stay out here all day.
"Leandro, look!" he pointed to the sky. There were just oridinary clouds, but for some reason Shaun found it hypnotizing. "It looks like a wolf!" he was pointing to a cloud that really did look like an oversized wolf-- perhaps a bit fluffier than most, though. He beamed over at Leandro before laughing and falling against his chest. His laughing didn't last long, however, as he started to cough soon after and had to take a minute to just calm down.
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WORDS - 300ish
NOTES - "Leandro" makes me want to listen to Alejandro-- and I don't even care for the song.
TUNES - final fantasy viii - eyes on me
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by LEANDRO CALZAVARA on Jul 2, 2010 16:29:40 GMT -5
Leandro found that there were many things that he could not relate to his lover with. One of them being that Shaun had been cooped out in the basement of the Tarot Shoppe for the majority of the time they'd spent on the island. Leandro had been out nearly every day, therefore he could not relate to how Shaun must have felt.
But now that he thought about it, he remembered his mother telling him that fresh air was a great part of keeping oneself healthy and energetic. Leandro wished he'd remembered this sooner, he'd have escorted Shaun to the surface more often. With or without permission from Lilith.
He respected the witch, both for being his cousin's lover and for being the powerful creature that he was. But Leandro was too much of a free spirit, a rebel to obey Lilith one-hundred-percent. If it involved Shaun's health...Leandro would risk the witch's wrath. His nose wrinkled, very canine-like, losing himself in his thoughts while his senses stayed sharp; hearing, smelling, feeling.
Leandro's attention latched fully onto Shaun when the other boy spoke. It really was nice out. Though any weather would seem nice after that crazy storm. But he wasn't about to say that out loud. Lately he'd learned to keep his mouth shut when asshole-things-to-say wanted to burst from his lips.
Dark brow eyes looked up to where Shaun was pointing, and he noted the wolf-shaped cloud. His lips twisted into a slight smirk and he shook his head in adoration...at how easily and innocently Shaun could amuse himself.
Leandro didn't remember much from his childhood. Wasn't sure if he'd had what normal people called "childhood". He'd had to work side by side with his family since he could stand. And their town was being run by the power hungry government official, from before Leandro was born.
His nose wrinkled again and he sighed. Then Shaun leaned into him, laughed, then coughed. Leandro instantly forgot all of bout the childhood that had been spoiled, forgot all about his life in Colombia. Large hands rested on Shaun's back, and his brow creased with worry.
Words wouldn't help their situation, and saying things properly...was not one of Leandro's strong suits. So the shifter remained quiet, holding Shaun gently but protectively.
tag: shaun
words: 434
outfit: what he's wearing in his sig ^^
notes: omg! shaun is british?! o__o
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Post by SHAUN MORGAN on Jul 12, 2010 13:58:25 GMT -5
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Shaun smiled as he rested in Leandro's embrace. At one point in time, he had been afraid that he would never find someone who would care about him. His parents had-- even if they hadn't known how to deal with his illness. But how would any parents feel when they found out that their only child was dying and there was nothing that could be done to stop it? Shaun had came from an extremely wealthy family, and no money they had could be spent to reverse his condition. Nothing could make him healthy again.
His older brother, on the other hand, was strong and healthy. Shaun nuzzled Leandro's chest as he remembered his brother. They hadn't fought like most siblings did, but they did have a large difference in their ages- James felt protective, responsible for him. James.... he hadn't arrived on the island with them. He hadn't gone on the disaster of a vacation his family had taken. No- he was with his fiance visiting her family in Japan. Shaun liked Midori- she was nice, she was a perfect match for his brother.
He missed them- he missed them all. And he would never see them again. His parents were dead and he was stuck on this island; James was thousands of miles away probably (how was he to know where this island was?)
"I like being outside. The sunshine feels nice," he whispered, nuzzling his lover again. Leandro... his lover. How was he so lucky to have someone that cared so much about him even though he was dying-- Leandro knew he wouldn't live much longer. ... Shaun was scared of leaving him. And he felt sick at the thought.
Wait, no. He just felt sick. He pushed himself up off Leandro and turned the other way so that he could hack and cough. His chest felt like he was being hit with the force of air on his lungs. Why now?
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WORDS - 400ish
NOTES - LOL you didn't know?
TUNES - none
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by LEANDRO CALZAVARA on Jul 12, 2010 14:14:56 GMT -5
Leandro wished he knew what his lover was thinking about, but he wasn't the type to ask. He was not the emotiona, mushy type.
Right?
Right.
He rubbed along the smaller male's back, and eventually rested his chin on the top of Shaun's head. Air filled his chest, then left through his lips in a sigh. Leandro wished he could snap his fingers and just make Shaun healthy, make him live longer.
Though, living longer would only cause the other boy more pain. Leandro felt a stab of guilt and she squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
They snapped open again when Shaun pulled away. He watched helplessly as the other boy turned away. He could do nothing but bend his tall frame in a courch and hold a hand to his lover's back as he coughed. Was he throwing up? Or trying to?
Leandro didn't know, and he felt a growl of frustration build in his chest. He held it in, not wanting to frighten Shaun. He hated being helpless. What was the point of all of his muscle, all of his strength if he couldn't use it somehow to help Shaun? His already dark eyes went pitch black from worry, and the growl in his chest wanted to turn into a very animalistic whine.
Maybe...
Maybe he would ask Lilith. He had to take Shaun to Lilith. Leandro would then ask the witch to do something. No, he would demand that his cousin's lover do something!
Strong arms picked up the smaller male with ease, and he ran back to the Tarot Shoppe.
tag: shaun
words: 306
outfit: what he's wearing in his sig ^^
notes: omg! shaun is british?! o__o
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