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Thread: There For You (Snape & Jena)

Kevin laughed at the woman's comment, Well why don't you have a look and pick something out ,he said in response. He then walked over to a rather large cabinet and opened it, his collection could put some movie stores to shame. I'll go get some drinks and snacks while you browse. Kevin made his way back into the kitchen and grabbed a few things before venturing back into the parlor, when he got back into the parlor he set everything on the table then sat down and waited for Peyton to choose something. By the way if you need any help unpacking I'm free all week and Erin's probably not going to be home for most of it so I'll most likely be bored out of my mind anyway ,he offered. Kevin had a good feeling Erin was leaving him soon and he was trying to do anything to keep his mind off of it. Even though the man looked tough and unbreakable the truth was he hated to be alone and his heart was being ripped to shreds while he anticipated Erin leaving him.
Thread: There For You (Snape & Jena)

Peyton liked hearing Kevin laugh. She hoped she was able to help him take his mind off of Erin. That makes it even better that way, I know we won't be watching a crappy movie, the female told him with a smile. She watched as the male went over to a cabinet and opened it and gaped at it. Now that's what I'm calling a collection of movies. Once he left the room to the kitchen, the woman walked over to the cabinet and began looking through them. She finally decided on Iron Man . In Peyton's opinion, it had the best of all worlds romance, action, super heroes, and most of all, Robert Downey, Jr. She brought the movie back over to the man and sat down beside him. Call me a nerd, but I love Marvel. I like the comics. I'm surprised that Disney hasn't put Marvel to total shame when they bought them out. The female blushed a bit as she realized she was rambling about things he probably didn't care about. When the man mentioned being able to help unpack, she smiled. You really don't have to, but it would be nice having company. Only come when you want to, though. Don't feel pressured.
Thread: There For You (Snape & Jena)

Kevin watched as the girl picked out her movie, when she came over and handed it to him he got up and put it in the DVD player. His television was huge and he had surround sound so it would be like watching it in a theater. I'm a DC fan myself ,he told her in response to her statement about liking Marvel. Marvel's good too but they don't have Batman ,he smiled then sat back down on the couch. Do you want the lights on or off? He asked curiously. When she mention him not having to help her unpack he smiled, I know I don't have too but I want too besides helping out a pretty girl such as yourself is better then sitting alone in my house all day. Kevin had never flirted or complimented any other woman while he was with Erin but he was starting to get fed up with her shit and Peyton was sweet and beautiful and she seemed to like him, he appreciated that even if they couldn't be more then friends.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Why why why why why.. FIFTEEN! You seem awfully agitated for a crazy person, Red jumped, wide eyes flicking to the source of the smooth voice. Adrenaline shot though his system, but he didn't move for a good five seconds, sizing up the strange occupant in his room. I'm not... Crazy... He whispered. More to himself than the tall man who sat languid in his chair. His chair. Red sat up, his face warping in confusion. Where had this man come from? He hadn't heard the door open, or the lock click shut. It dawned on him that it might be a hallucination of his own traitorous mind's accord... but then he'd have to admit he was crazy. You- and the... And.. wh-. He stopped, taking a breath, then rose his eyes back up to the bright yellow of the person who sat facing him, tapping his finger against his thigh in a soothing rhythm as he spoke. I am not crazy. I am Red. You- He sniffed at the air, looking at the man's cigarette. ... You are in my chair. Jumping up from his bed, Red swayed slightly. Get out. Get out of my chair. Then he pointed to the stick in the man's fingers, face morphing into a look resembling longing. Is that a cigarette?
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

See, the thing about me is that I know you happen to be crazy. It's the crazy ones that usually fail to admit to it. Especially after stabbing someone. Athrun grinned a little bit, watching the play of emotions on the man's face. Confusion, agitation, maybe a little bit of fear but it was soon crushed under the heavy look of longing. Ah, so he wanted the cigarette. Taking a long drag and letting the smoke out through his nose, the Angerous spoke. No, it's a pencil. Of course, it's a cigarette. Question is, what's it to you? Would you like one? He didn't get up out of the chair as much as that seemed to bother the human. Some people and their need to possess objects. Part of him understood it but a lot of him did not. He wasn't raised to be material. He had the clothes on his back and some scattered belongings but most of his things could be tossed and replaced. Yet he couldn't fathom why the man was agitated... over a chair. Athrun softened his grin into a smile.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Red disregarded the man's comment about stabbing the nurse, inching closer to stare into the bright eyes, and over the strangely pierced, sharp features. The slitted eyes almost glowed in the darkness, the man himself almost melting into the shadows. Curious... He was far too curious about this specter, he'd have to be careful. It wasn't wearing a doctors garb, or a nurse's outfit but somehow it had gotten into his prison... Silently. You think you know me. Just like them. An unexpected smile quirked on the corners of his lips, hands tugging nervously at the bottom of his shirt. With their needles and probes, and those beeping machines that drive you insane .. He chuckled quietly at his little joke, before he let his eyes roam around his room. I'm not crazy. He repeated. Not crazy. Ohh... Red's smile widened. Yes... Yes I would like one. Or I would like that one... A lit one. One that's already lit- His mumbling tampered off as his face fell slightly. You're still sitting in my chair. He frowned down at his hands, then glanced back at the man. If you move, I'll tell you why I'm not crazy. Grey eyes challenged reflective yellow, then his hand shot forward. Red uncurled his palm reaching his fingers for the cigarette in the stranger's grasp. I would like that one.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

I don't claim to know you at all. I know about you, but I don't know you. Athrun watched the nervous twitching, the need starting to spread across his face. He needed Athrun to give him the cigarette and get out of his chair. He listened to him almost speak to himself that he wasn't crazy yet his movements and own words betrayed the state of his mind. It was almost sexy, Athrun mused. He'd always liked the ones that were a little off-kilter. Yet this one...there was something about this one. Taking another puff, Athrun noticed that the cigarette was almost half gone. Red wanted the one that was in his mouth though since it was already lit. Mulling over the little dilemma, the Angerous wondered if he even should get up or not. I'm rather comfortable. I'll trade my cigarette for sitting in this chair. Or, if you ask politely, I'll give you the cigarette and get out of the chair. Athrun gave him the choice, staring up at the grey eyes that spoke of challenge and need for the cigarette. But it was more than that. He wanted him to move and think he wasn't crazy. But no, he could see that his beautiful little charge was just that crazy.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Politely? A laugh bubbled up past his lips, Red giving the man a look as if he was the crazy one. Ask polietly ? Oh, what a joke. This phantom was funny... funny. Too funny. He swung his outstretched hand towards the door. Why be polite to an intruder? You didn't even knock. Red paced past the man, along the wall that stretched between his bed and the toilet's alcove across from it. You come in my new room, sit in my chair, talk about me... to me. His voice was rising in agitation, until he cut it off, looking back at the calm, black-clad man. No one's talked to me in so long... his whisper peaked, throat straining as he swallowed. Sure, they talked at him. The medical staff. Ordered him to be good, not to cause chaos. Hypocrites. But who was this stranger who had the verve to talk to him? Allow him to engage in a casual conversation... of sorts. You get- you get comfortable , and expect me to ask politely ? The distain dripped off of Red's lips as he spat the word, huffing and turning to face the wall. He lent his forehead against the cool stone. This is my space... Mine. Everything in it is mine. That cigarette... is mine. A pause, and then Red turned. Who are you? He asked suddenly, previous woefulness gone. I don't like you here. Oh... he'd have to be careful. He was getting angry. No, don't tell me. Don't tell me your name. Red waved his preceding question out of the air. He did not want to know. If it had no name, it wasn't real. If it wasn't real it couldn't hurt him... couldn't hurt him psychologically. Get inside his head and mess around with it. He was afraid it's name would be familiar, perhaps culled from some sort of latent memory of his life before the asylum, proving the man was of his own making. If he was a creature of his imagination... well. He supposed he should be proud to have such a appealing mind. The man was attractive, long limbs that looked strong, unlike his own slightly malnourished frame. Skin white like his... Perhaps the man had not seen the sun in a while. Perhaps he was a patient too. His clothes said otherwise. The piercings and black hair like silk.. The confident tone, the steady eyes... no, he was no patient. He did not own the shiftiness of those who knew injustice, nor the quakes of so many of the stupid logs who gave in to the treatments, unable to go a day without moaning for drugs. Questions ran like turtles through his head. It was infuriating. Red settled on how he didn't care where the thing came from, but why. What is your purpose here? Why have you come? He advanced back to stand in front of the man, tilting his head to study him further. Ah. And I choose... The cigarette was dwindling... I choose you give me my cigarette. He smiled evenly, holding out his hand for it again.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Athrun had closed his eyes as soon as Red had started to ramble, listening to that voice. It had an odd tone to it that the Angerous could only say belonged to those who were crazy and it always caught his attention. It reminded him of a human woman who had been haunted by her dead lover. He had murmured in her ears that his death was her fault when it had been her twin sister who had actually killed him. It had been quite a trippy experience but he knew that tone so well and it still intrigued him more than it probably should have. And yet, he was already being pulled in. Even when anger started to trickle into Red's tone, he still didn't open his eyes, focusing his attention on the way he pronounced words and how quickly his moods could shift. He would have to be careful with this one, but he couldn't help but think of how much fun it would be to see what he could do. Would he push him over the edge? Or try to save him? He had been ordered to help - and part of him certainly did want to - but another part wanted to fall into that pit. I could always light you a fresh one...And I'm not imaginary, Evander Riis, also known as Red. And my purpose, well....we'll see what my purpose is. Athrun took a small drag this time and as he let the smoke free of his lungs and mouth, he handed over the still-burning cigarette and removed a new one from his jacket. He didn't care if they didn't want Red to be smoking. It wasn't his duty to follow human rules or human protocol. Lighting up another cigarette, Athrun looked at Red evenly, focus never wavering. You're beautiful. The words weren't said with a blush or hint of sarcasm, or any kind of joking tone. He was serious as he looked at Red, seeing perhaps what the others did not a tormented but beautiful soul. It didn't matter that it was stained with blood and agony. Maybe that was why it was so much more beautiful to Athrun. Because it was tainted and warped. Either way, Athrun had been given his assignment. He just wondered if he himself would remain intact once it was over. If it ever ended.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Like the sky... Athrun murmured, watching Red with a curiosity he couldn't contain. It was like he had never heard the words before and the way he paced like a caged animal just added to what Athrun felt towards the human. It was like being pulled on a cord and knowing you were tethered firmly. He hadn't been exactly prepared for the burn from the cigarette pressing against his exposed skin and it did make him wince from the pain of it, but his skin began to heal as soon as the cigarette hit the ground. Marks from humans healed. The wounds inflicted from the Angelus and Duras did not. And Athrun had his fair share of scars. The words about being wrong still rang in his ears, but he didn't let them faze him too much, especially when Red retreated and sat on his little cot, and pulled himself in a fetal position. It was almost sad to see a human so broken in this manner, but he hadn't been lying. Red was beautiful. I could give you some beauty backif you wished for it, the words were spoken softly, as if he didnt want to disturb the atmosphere in the room. He let Red ramble on, yell, laugh, do whatever he pleased as he sat and smoked his cigarette, eyes shut to drink in all the words more firmly. Perhaps he was being too passive, but he knew that Red needed some space. At least a little bit of space. Shifting slightly, he reached down and picked up the cigarette, crushing it in his hand until it turned to dust and vanished into the air. When Red spoke about God having no sympathy, Athrun didnt find himself debating it at all. Perhaps you are righthe has no sympathy, but maybe he still has a heart. Albeit a cold, fragile, shriveled up husk of what a heart should be. Athrun kept his eyes on Red as he spoke, though his eyes did move to the side when he came to the end of his sentence. He hadnt asked for his lot in life. He hadnt asked to be bred so differently from the others. Yet, he was thankful to be alive to meet beautiful individuals like Red because their insanity and crazy beautiful ideals made sense to him. For some crazy reason, they always did. Maybe he was crazy and that was why he fit in so well with their crowd. You really are beautiful. The way you are sitting right now makes me want to grab you by the hair and pull you into my lap. To hold you close and tell you that as much as this is all youll have until you die, you get to have some semblance of peace and escape with me. But you wouldnt let me touch you right now, would you? He asked, taking a deep drag as he adjusted his position, propping his arm up by his knee. Combing a finger through his dark locks, he stared at Red and wondered what sort of reaction he would get this time.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

The man spoke like he knew the existence of God was verified. Soft voice carrying smoothly over to him, but Red sought no comfort in it. He didn't like this shade. I don't believe in God. He said bluntly, turning his head away. He wished the pretty intruder would just leave... Just leave his chair alone. He wished he had a knife.. The man called him that word again, Red raised his head to listen, quirking a brow at first at the stranger's want, but soon let out a wail. Why do you say that? Why He moaned, cradling his head in both hands as his features twisted in agony. It terrified him the thought of being stuck in this prison until he was cold. Dead, cold, Ice-cold. Alone... Red bit his tongue, looking down at the back of his hand. He who sees understands how mercilessly time goes by. How the hand turns, it never stands still. He turned his hand over, studying it, then holding it out towards the black-haired man. They say a person's fate is written in their palms. Tell me, what do you see in mine? Grey eyes held the steady gaze of the man's. Red sat completely still, as if any sudden movements would frighten the specter away... Leaving him without an answer.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

I think I've startled you enough for one night...Perhaps you would like it if I returned tomorrow? Athrun asked, looking at Red's face. He hadn't bothered to say anything up until Red was done talking simply because he liked to hear him talk. But it was also that he didn't have any answers. He didn't know what Red's fate was, but he wanted to believe that perhaps he could make it so that Red would at least be able to stand outside even if under a close guard. That was all he wanted, wasn't it? To see the sky? The Angerous wasn't sure but he wanted to try to make any of Red's dreams reality. Even if it meant losing himself to the madness. Taking a drag and standing up, he reached out to touch Red's palm but then took his arm back slowly. He wanted to touch the pale skin that was outstretched toward him like an offering but Red was unpredictable. He didn't want the poor man injuring himself. I don't know your fate but perhaps I can try to change what it could be. If you wish I will be sure to let you see the sky...not just once, but as often as you'd like. Even if only in dreams. Athrun stood there, looking over Red, wondering if he would be banished for the night. His charge had at least that much power over him even if he had no power over anything else. If he said he wanted him gone, he would truly be gone for the night. What do you wish for more than anything? He asked, smoke drifting out from his lips as he spoke. His bright eyes focused on Red's grey ones, seeing and yet not seeing. He just wanted to hear that voice - the voice that would guide him in whatever direction it chose. It seemed unreal, but then again, perhaps everything to the young man was unreal. Reality was a far cry from what Red experienced.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Red kept his hand outstretched, completely frozen as if showing in good faith he would not harm the man again. He had to be still, quiet Like one would inviting a skittish animal closer. Red's lips twitched downwards at the mention of leaving. No, no Answer me. He watched the man as the man watched him, attentive eyes catching every minuscule movement. The stranger took a moment to respond, filing the air with smoke as he spoke. Ah Red nodded slowly, looking down at his proffered palm. Yes. I find it blank He murmured as the man talked, smiling in reverie. His hand tingled where the fingers had brushed like a feather across his flesh. It felt nice. Why did it feel nice? His brows knotted. Perhaps because touches he knew were always rough and painful Yes! Red shouted suddenly, eyes snapping up to stare fixedly into the predatory one's above him. Yes I want- I want to see it again He beamed, as giddy as a child. Red's hand shot forward, grasping the man's. You- He stopped, looking down at the fingers he held, perturbed. He's warm It threw him, as he'd believed the creature was of his own making. He didn't dare turn the man's palm over to see what it held. Not yet. If it had warmth and corporeal flesh Then it had a name, a fate. It existed in his space. Not in his mind. Red stared at the hand for a long moment. He heard the man's question, but didn't answer right away. Instead he frowned, reaching up to use the shade's shoulders to help him stand. The black-haired shadow was tall Taller than him, but on the bed he was tallest. Satisfied, he looked down at the intruder. More than anything? Red whispered, reaching a hand up to tentatively touch a strand of the silken black hair that fell beside a porcelain smooth cheek. He expected it to disappear, evaporate into the shadows the man seemed to be made of... But it stayed. He rubbed it between his fingers slowly, contemplating. Thinking hard. Grey eyes turbulent and unsettled. He wanted to be free, certainly. But those people who put him here. Locked him away. Caged him like an animal They took away what a human needed most. I don't want to be alone For a moment he sounded like a sane man, hushed voice steady but full of pain. All of his pain, all of his isolation pouring out in that one moment. Just briefly.
Thread: Of Psychosis and Salvation

Athrun blinked in surprise as Red grabbed his hand. His outburst at wanting to see the sky was expected but the contact was not. Red didn't really like to touch people unless he initiated - at least from what Athrun could figure out so far but this was a little different for some reason. It just struck him as different especially when Red focused on his hand. Perhaps he had thought that Athrun was an illusion. Had that been his original intention? Perhaps it was, but now he could longer attempt to be a figment of insanity's imagination. Yet that beaming look was imprinted. He would make sure Red saw the sky. It was part of his mission now as surely as he was standing there. It was like being filled up with raw emotion and just waiting to bubble over. Right now, it was dark and the stars were vast. Perhaps he would take Red out when the sun was setting, even if all he could do was show him the sky through his room. When Red reached up and used his shoulder as an anchor to pull himself up, the Angerous didn't move but instead watched with a steady gaze. This one was definitely something else, he was sure. He waited patiently until he felt that Red was settled with standing above him and looking down on him. Perhaps he was always made to feel small and weak and this made him more comfortable. Well, whatever suited him, he supposed. It didn't bother him in the least. When Red reached out to touch a strand of his hair, Athrun felt that feather soft touch caress his cheek and he let out the smallest of sighs. It was always different to be touched by a human. They had variances in their touches, heat, softness or hardness. The Angelus were always too cold and smooth-skinned with burning touches while the Duras were closer to humans with their variances but still burning hot and unpredictable. They could be hot or cold with a very small window for inbetweeners. Probably because they were from Hell and meant to be able to seduce. Perhaps...perhaps...His attention snapped back to Red when he heard that anguished voice say he didn't want to be alone and Athrun felt the need to wrap his arms about him and hold him close again. It was palpable, the pain in this room. He wanted to obliterate it. Destroy it. Crush it into oblivion beneath his boot heel. But first, he had to soothe the agony in this young man's voice even if it meant anger. I won't leave you alone. I will watch over you. Promises may seem fake and desolate to you, but I keep my word. Will you believe me, Red? Will you believe I will stay until I am no longer necessary? He stared Red straight in the eyes, feeling like he needed the confirmation himself. Would he be allowed to stay? Or would he have to go? Would he always have to go? It seemed like some of his charge's psychosis was already setting in. It made him smile just the tiniest bit.