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Post by Trent Frey on May 29, 2010 18:21:53 GMT -5
Lyric gasped for air, the shock of being stopped making his head spin. He looked at Jamie, and for that moment their expressions were mirrors of one another. What was wrong? What had he done? Then he recognized the fear, and confusion seeped in. "What?" he asked simply, that one whispered word a representation of so much more. His body screamed at him for stopping, but he couldn't go on, not when he wanted to curl up. He'd failed somehow. What price would he pay?
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Post by jamie on May 30, 2010 22:13:52 GMT -5
What? It was a simple question and even as Jamie opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. He was asking himself the same thing. He rolled onto his back. “This isn’t right.” He said finally. Thos three words didn’t seem to fit his thoughts at all. It certainly felt right. Even though he stopped, he knew he didn’t want to. Jamie closed his eyes, willing the right words to come to him.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 30, 2010 22:34:11 GMT -5
Isn't right. Those words put so many more into Lyric's mind, breaking whatever spell he'd been under. You're disgusting, he'd said. You're sick for liking this. He hadn't, but he had and he wanted more, despite it all. "I'm sorry," Lyric whispered. He curled up slightly into himself.
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Post by jamie on May 30, 2010 22:38:58 GMT -5
Jamie reached out a hand to pat him on the shoulder lightly. Guilt began to pour through him when Bill curled up. However, as soon as Jamie's hand touched Bill's soft skin, he pulled it back quickly as if he had been burned by fire. He was afraid that he would say Forget it and just pick off where he had stopped, but he was also frustrated for letting himself get carried away so easily. "I should go." Jamie said getting up.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 30, 2010 22:50:06 GMT -5
Lyric had jerked at that touch, he couldn't help it. When they'd touched before there had been a mindless desperation to it, but now his mind was somewhere else and his defensive walls were rising into place. He got up too and slinked toward his shirt, so close to Jamie's. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong," he said hesitantly. He paused, then picked both shirts up and held Jamie's out.
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Post by jamie on May 30, 2010 22:56:14 GMT -5
Jamie's eyes scanned the floor for his shirt. He shook his head. "It wasn't you." He said simply, letting the It was me hang lamely in the air. It sounded ridiculous, like an awful breakup line. Jamie looked up and grabbed his shirt, mumbled a thanks, and let his eyes trail over Bill briefly before slipping the shirt over his head. He headed to the door without looking back and muttered a See you around.. before slipping away.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 30, 2010 23:10:14 GMT -5
Lyric made no attempt to stop Jamie or even to reply. He was confused that it had ended so quickly and despite the reassurance, he knew that it was him. He hadn't been good enough somehow, and so Jamie had left. His mind refused to think about it past his warped fears.
He looked down at the tattoo on his forearm as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Frihet 09. Freedom, because he was seventeen now. He was free, and it didn't matter that he'd gotten caught. He'd been so soft and he didn't know how, but he felt like he'd willingly opened himself up just now. He'd been that naive kid again who didn't know what was going on.
He didn't want to think about any of this. He tugged his shirt back over his head. He was going back to the Entrance Hall, and he'd be more careful this time. Then he'd visit London.
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