| Apologies (Xander, Will) |
[Jan. 29th, 2005|02:10 am] |
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| | Nitocris - Ten Stories Down | ] |
Will was still fuming. His nose was still sore, and kind of blue-ish around the edges. Who would have thought the midget packed such a punch?
Still, he had read Xander wanted to apologize, so he decided to be the bigger man, and get his very well deserved apology-present.
He'd prank Xander later on, when it couldn't be linked to the punch.
But Will wasn't going unprotected, oh no. That's why Mr. Vicious was going with him, he'd defend him from that awful midget. |
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| Cold Awakenings (Oh teh pun! Xander/Ignacio) |
[Jan. 24th, 2005|12:42 am] |
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Xander sniffled, wriggling under the covers subconsciously. He had no way of knowing (except perhaps through the glaring inconsistency and innacuracies) that the nightmare-come-to-life of being fried alive by a bolt of lightning while swimming with Ignacio and then being ripped to shreds by sharks, was just that: a nightmare. But just as the shark reared its big, big, mouth to deliver the fatal chomp, Xander sneezed and woke up.( Read more... ) |
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| Of Sharks and Dolphins (Alexander/Ignacio probably R or NC-17) |
[Jan. 19th, 2005|11:54 pm] |
Gilbert Alexander flayed around on his bed. He had just laid down for a nap before his usual swim, which he really shouldn't have done since it was actually a warm, sunny day (for once) but he had been so tired...
Alexander opened his eyes and started, then gasped. "I'm alive!" Then, in need of catharsis, grab a piece of paper and wrote of his experience. He looked at the paper, then frowned. He wanted to go swimming, he did, but what if there were sharks- no there weren't any sharks- but what if there was something else in the water? What if this was some warning?
Xander did what he always did whenever he was unsure of something. He crawled under his bed. In the dark, dusty confines, he thought and came to a conclusion.
He ran to Ignacio's room, being very conspicuous but fortunately not being sighted by anyone.
"Ignacio!" He said, jumping into the room. "Ignacio you have to go swimming with me. I had a nightmare!" Xander thrust the summary of the dream at his boyfriend, not wishing to relive the unpleasant details once more. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 18th, 2005|07:01 pm] |
Alexander tried very hard to keep his attention on the pscychology teacher. But everything Professor Nocox did was incomprehensible. He just couldn't understand the woman. Talking about archetypes everyone has in their mind and how some person whose name was Yung maybe had interviewed insane people... weird. He rubbed his head and blinked several times. Then Ignacio, who was sitting beside him, nudged him with his elbow. Xander jumped slightly. He still wasn't used to Ignacio being with him during class- his boyfriend had signed up for psychology after Alexander had mentioned that he was taking it.
Alexander raised his eyebrows. He noticed a piece of paper folded many times that looked suspiciously like a note. |
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| Celebrating Reyes (Xander/Ignacio nc-17) |
[Jan. 6th, 2005|08:15 pm] |
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| | gloomy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dark Waltz by Hayley Westenra | ] |
Ignacio felt sad. Dejected. Depressed, miserable, despondent, glum, disheartened. Just plain awful. he hadn't been able to get a gift for Xander. Now his boyfriend would wake up and find no gift for Reyes. Not one.( ... ) |
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| Confessions (Ignacio/Alexander) |
[Dec. 28th, 2004|12:02 am] |
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Alexander stirred slightly on the bed. He was half awake and half asleep, half his body rested on Ignacio's body and half on the bed, with his left arm curled around his boyfriend. Not ready to wake up yet, Xander snuggled closer to the warm body beside him and practically purred. |
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| Merry Comercial Present day! (Xander/Ignacio nc-17) |
[Dec. 26th, 2004|10:33 pm] |
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| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Come to Me - Velvet Chain | ] |
Xander was still on the phone. It was now 4:32 pm. The Beaman's had called a 3:56. Ignacio was about to do something very rude unless Xander hanged up in about three seconds. But well, it was Christmas, right? And Xander's parents were weirdly religious; weird in the sense they had not told their son he'd go to hell for practicing sodomy. Nice of them. Ignacio should remember to get them something for letting him be the one doing it. ( ... ) |
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| Getting Somewhere (Xander/Ignacio nc-17) |
[Dec. 24th, 2004|02:24 am] |
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| |  excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Strong - Velvet Chain | ] |
Ignacio was in shock. Awed at how things had turned. Kissing Lady Luck's precious feet. He was also carrying two of the heaviest bags in the planet.
"What the hell do you have in these, Xand? They weight a ton, and you're not even that big!"
Xander just made an ugly face at him, an continued saying goodbye to the assorted Kirkland's, taking care not to squash or move Iggy's cage too much.
Laying down the suitcases Ignacio approached Bianca, and gave her what was probably a Very Awkward hug. Her face was worth it.
"So, ready to go, bicho?" |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 22nd, 2004|11:59 pm] |
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| |  nervous, extatic, worried | ] |
Ignacio stood in front of the huge oak door feeling... a lot of things at once. He was here, finally. He had made it. Stood up to his dad, got on a plane, remember the address to Bianca's house, gathered the courage to show up... ( Read more... ) |
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[Aug. 19th, 2004|09:18 pm] |
Griffin hauled his suitcases out of Terry's boot, waving a thank-you as she sped off into the dusk.
There he stood, with only three suitcases to his name. Sounded like the beginning of a fairytale, really, only it most certainly wasn't.
His Mum's shrieks still rang in his ears. It was her fault, her and his father's, that he was here now. In the dark. With no idea where to go. No friends, no numbers, addresses, nothing. Just this giant looming school and a will to prove his mother wrong so strong it bordered on obsessiveness.
He hefted one suitcase in his left hand, two in his right, and began to walk. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2004|02:13 pm] |
Morning was slowly creeping closer to noon, and Avery found himself quite energetic at the thought of hearing what had transpired in the bedroom between Jack and Sebastian the night before--he knew enough of Sebastian's sleeping habits to realise what had probably happened. And it was delightful.
The grandparents out for a stroll around the city, Avery was seated straddling Jake's lap at the breakfast table in the kitchen, scone long forgotten for the taste of Jake's mouth, instead. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2004|01:34 am] |
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Once upstairs, Jake kicked the door shut behind himself and dropped Avery on the bed, wasting no time in crawling up beside him. He stretched out on his side and wrapped his arms around the other boy once more.
"Mm, it's finally quiet," he murmured, still feeling rather warm and relaxed from his long shower. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2004|01:29 am] |
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Sebastian finished brushing his teeth and towelled a little more of the water out of his hair, moving as rapidly as possible down the hall because it was freezing before crawling under the blankets as quickly as possible, scooting towards the edge. He glanced at Jack, who was still fully clothed and appeared to be reading a magazine with a guitarist of some sort on the cover. Or maybe it was a movie star with a guitar. He certainly looked as if he was having fun with the guitar, at any rate. "Um," he said, teeth chattering a little. "If you wanted the shower, it's free." He pulled the covers up a little further, wondering if it was actually possible to become permanently blue. "I was going to read but if you wanted to go to bed instead I'll turn off the light." |
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[Aug. 17th, 2004|01:58 am] |
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Jake had been wandering a bit aimlessly again. At one point Avery's grandmother had come across him and had welcomed him to help her in the kitchen where she was baking (did grandmothers ever do anything else?) and he took up the offer, glad to have something to do and hoping maybe to learn something from her, since he apparently couldn't follow just plain directions when it came to the kitchen.
They were half through throwing everything together for one hell of a batch of chocolate chip cookies when Avery's grandfather was heard from another room, and his grandmother left with an apologetic eye roll at Jake.
He stood there just looking at everything for a minute, before sighing and figuring he might as well try and hope for the best. He continued - eggs were easy enough to crack and there, he needed the vegetable oil Avery's grnadmother had left out on the table, and now all he had to do was mix. Concentrating on not completely covering his black tshirt in huge amounts of flour, Jake grabbed a wooden spoon and began to stir, doing something else he rarely ever did when there were people within a 5 mile radius - singing to himself.
"The stairways up to la butte, can make the wretched sigh, while windmill wings of the moulin, shelter you and I..." |
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[Aug. 16th, 2004|07:42 pm] |
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Sebastian slipped his jacket on, pulling his keys from his pocket, and held open the door for Jack. The bright day had disappeared, and it looked as if was going to rain any minute. He waited until Jack was outside before pulling it shut firmly, making sure the wind didn't catch it. He hit the unlocking button on the keychain, and climbed into the car, shivering, to wait for Jack. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2004|02:12 pm] |
Jake and Jack were still quite asleep when Avery awoke from the twisted pile of blankets and began to extract himself. The first thought that came to him was the rather persistent feeling of hunger, and he crawled off the bed as carefully as he could, bed head now more wild than ever, and padded downtairs.
His grandmother was seated at the dining room table with a cup of tea in one hand and the other pointed accusingly at Avery's grandfather, who was holding up a slightly steaming scone and looking the proverbial deer in headlights as he stood in the kitchen doorway.
"Ah! Little Fitzwilliam!" he greeted. Avery's grandmother turned and smiled.
"How are you feeling, dear?" Avery shrugged and yawned. His grandmother stood up, smoothed his hair (though it was an effort done in vain), and said, "Well, your papa and I are just on our way out to the grocers." She gave Avery a kiss on his forehead, smoothed back his fringe, and gave her husband a Look.
They left, and Avery remained standing barefoot in the dining room, not quite sure what he ought to do. |
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[Aug. 15th, 2004|03:55 pm] |
Avery couldn't be bothered to go back upstairs at the moment, and was flopped in an overlarge chair in the sitting room, the biggest window facing the front of the house drawn shut against the sunlight. Avery's grandmother had been fussing over him all morning, and was currently attempting to tame his bedhead, though to little avail, as he continued to squirm and fight off her hands.
"Look at you!" his grandmother wailed. "A mess! Your pyjamas are wrinkled. You ought to at least make yourself presentable if you're--" It was then that Avery's grandfather's voice came bellowing down from upstairs, and his grandmother sighed, held up her hands in defeat, and went to go figure out the problem.
So Avery turned around where he sat and stared out the curtained window, not seeing anything but filtered sunlight and fabric as he folded his arms under his chin and closed his eyes. |
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