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Post by Bramwell on Aug 21, 2012 8:17:53 GMT -5
"Haha, ohhh, I assure you, I've had my fair share of 'tea parties'."
Izzy mumbled to himself and grinned, the phrase having a double meaning that the stranger was most likely not familiar with. The comment passed by Azuya, who now seemed taken in the dangerous and destructive process of remembering his past. Like so many of the lost, Azuya mentioned 'it' and for a moment even Isambard was silent with memory.
The missile screeched overhead and the world was nothing more than a cacophony of noise and untold shades of red. Was there thunder? Lightning? Gold on black. Gold on black.
A voice shouted something incomprehensible. Another screech, another dead. God, it was everywhere. Red. Red. Red! And there it was, with its Cheshire Cat smile, a grotesque beauty. Gold on black. The sky screamed and the scorched earth tore asunder before...."
Izzy got a hold of himself, clearly having missed half the conversation as Azuya spoke of memories, of home. The other boy trembled and seemed so fragile in that moments half-light.
"..."
Slowly, the Brit slipped from the bed and gripped Azuya's shoulder firmly, in the way of a comforting gesture one may give a comrade.
"Hey..."
Izzy whispered with a surprising tenderness that rarely graced the brute.
"Hey, Azuya..."
And then he saw it. IT! His grip became steel about the other boys shoulders and his voice took on a tone of complete urgency, of fear. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck, his skin became clammy to the touch.
"Azuya!"
He hissed between gritted teeth as he stared at the hollow waif that mourned but inches from the pair.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 21, 2012 18:05:49 GMT -5
*Azuya was lost in the memories silently weeping, he didn't see or hear Izzy approach, his lip now a bloodied mess and he worried it, rocking gently.
Vaguely in the corner of his mind he could feel a warmth that was not his own, slowly he lifted his bloodshot purple eyes, bright and glistening in the near darkness of the dingy room.*
"Hey Azuya" *Azuya blinked still in a half dream then suddenly -pain!-*
"Azuya!
*the scream in his ear and the pain in his arm brought lucidity to the young Asian man, dumbly he looked at the boy clutching his shoulder.*
"Izzy?" *He questioned somewhat groggily. the coppery taste of blood in his mouth making him hoarse. Slowly almost painfully so, he turned to see what Izzy was staring at.
The wraith shuddered and writhed towards them. Azuya's eyes focused on the being.*
"oh"
*Azuya gritted his teeth and shook his head violently. he started mumbling* "no no no no no" *He pushed the Englishman away from his with surprising strength and stood to face the girl. She looked back at him sadly and shimmered.* "no no no NO NO!" Azuya was shouting now, shaking with anger.*
"YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!"
*He screamed and a wall of force blew out in front of him smshing into the girl sending her careening into the back wall. Her mouth opening in a silent scream eyes full of terror. then suddenly she was gone and all was still.*
"huff huff"
*Azuya panted with the exertion of his will., and slumped to his knees once more. He turned to look behind him at Izzy a thin sheen of sweat covered his blood streaked face. He panted a few more times before he gave the English man a bloodied half crazed grin.*
"You OK Izzy?"
*Azuya asked before falling to the floor in a crumpled heap.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 21, 2012 18:42:18 GMT -5
The terror writhed towards them, like some creature from a Japanese B-horror, though it only had eyes for Azuya. Bone dead fingers reached with futile effort towards the Asian and in response he mumbled negatives at the ghostly figure that smeared itself across the dingy carpet. So shocked, so fearful, Izzy didn't even resist as Azuya pushed him away, nor did he respond as he landed on his arse, hands out behind to steady himself.
"..."
Isambard watched the next few moment in utter silence. Unable to respond, unable to move. When it was over, Izzy just stared. Blankly. At nothing.
God only knew how he was afraid of shit like that.
For what felt like an age he was still, his pale blue eyes fixated on the yellowing wallpaper across the room, his mind a blank slate, his breathing soft and even.
"..."
Finally, Azu broke the spell and slowly but surely, Izzy returned to his senses, whatever was left of them after such a display. Numbly, he lumbered over to the...the...exorcist? and scooped him up in his arms. Still in silence, he placed the injured and beaten looking boy on the bed, before stumbling into the en suite, his fists curled up in balls to disguise his otherwise blatant fear.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 21, 2012 19:05:57 GMT -5
"Izzy?"
*Azuya called weakly, when he found himself suddenly lifted into the air, normally he would of complained at such treatment but fighting his own mind had took its toll on him. Again. Though physically drained Azuya was back to his senses, though it seemed that Izzy was not as recovered. The silence disturbed him. Did Izzy know? had he figured out Azyuas "problem"?*
"Izzy?"
*He called out again as the Englishman wandered off to the grotty toilet that served as the rooms en-suite, still without uttering a word. Azuya tried to sit up, but it was no good. She had taken a lot out of him.-selfish bitch- he thought and was tempted to reach out mentally to Izzy. -no- too dangerous right now I'll have to resort to more conventional methods. I need to know what he _knows_-*
"Are you alright in there?"
*Azuya gasped, weakly raising an arm to wipe his face on his not so immaculate sleeve. Noticing this irked him and he tutted at his appearance in general. He itched to tidy himself up, but he knew he would be unable to for a few hours at least.*
"sigh~"
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 21, 2012 19:19:45 GMT -5
The cold water felt good against his skin and Izzy patted some of the liquid against his neck, before running his fingers through his short black hair.
Jesus, what was that? Izzy has suffered bouts of PTSD before, but nothing like that. Was it real? Or was he finally losing his mind? Shaking loose the thoughts, the final remnants of doubt, of confusion, he decided to focus instead on the stranger who didn't rock the rugged look quite as sexy as Izzy.
Fumbling for a glass, he filled it with the clean water, took a sip and inspected his reflection. A pale, slightly haunted, but otherwise handsome face returned his angsty glare.
"Shit..."
He mumbled to himself, before hearing a concerned question from the room beyond.
"Yeah...Yeah, I'm..I'm good"
The lie was awkward and his tongue felt clumsy in his mouth, a thick muscle suddenly unused to talking. Exhaling slowly, Isam composed himself like a true British citizen and returned to the main room. Silently he proffered forward the glass.
"You're, you're good right?"
Blue eyes checked the Asian over, a glance of concern, a hint of respect for the power he held over the demon he had destroyed?
"And um...don't take this the wrong way, I don't normally make these kind of offers to dudes, but, uhhh...you're sharing the bed with me tonight, right?"
Izzy tried to make it sound easy, but in relaity, he just came across as desperate as he was.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 21, 2012 19:43:32 GMT -5
*Relief sweet relief flowed through Azuya and he visibally relaxed. Izzy didn't know it was his fault. -Thank goodness- in his current state he couldn't handle a beatdown , hell even normally he would be fucked against this guy.
Azuya confirmed and weakly propped himself on his elbows. Steadying himself he delicately reached out for the glass proffered to him. Slowly slowly he brought it to his lips. Icy cold and sweet the water cooled his throat and eased his broken , blistered lips. A few more slow slips before he answered*
"I'm alright."
*He followed it up with an awkward smile. Funny it was the second time he had genuinely smiled tonight, but Azuya couldn't remember the last time he had smiled.
The next words knocked the smile right back off his face though. Azuya coughed somewhat violently.*
"stay in bed the same? Listen, I-"
*He faltered and suck back down into the bed. Azyua knew he was in no condition to move and technically it was Izzys room and he was gate crashing. Plus he felt guilty about the whole wraith girl. He sighed defeated.*
"sure, As long as its not like _that_ Azuya had heard of some of the seedier tourists back in Osaka, but he felt that it wasn't going to be like that today. If he didn't know better he would of said that Izzy was scared shitless right now.
Slowly and painfully Azuya shuffled himself over to one side of the bed. He knew that he would be out in a few minutes regardless, she had really taken it out of him this time. Was she getting more powerful? she didn't belong with him why was she always there? Wearily he shook the thoughts from his mind. -Well I'll just have to occupy myself with something more interesting- he thought glancing at Izzy who was trying for all the world to look all tough and bad-ass.-not tonight though-
Wearily Azuya closed his eyes, waiting for the sweet release of darkness, when suddenly his purple eyes flashed open in the darkness.*
"Izzy?"
*He asked softly, the slightest hint of worry in his voice, though he tried to cover it.*
"You don't dream a lot do you?"
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 22, 2012 1:05:13 GMT -5
The inward rush of relief as Azuya consented was enough to make Izzy want to cry, but he held up his macho facade and managed to control a grin from becoming to eager.
"Hey, of course, no homo"
Izzy put his hands up in mock surrender, the Brit wasn't interested in guys, not even pretty little Japanese ones like Azuya... and besides, after recent events he didn't think he could put on a performance for all the tea in China. Tonight though, it was simply enough to have something warm to be close, to remind him he was alive, that he could feel.
Part of him told him their was something really odd about everything that had occured this evening, but Isambard currently lacked the mental acuity to piece it all together. Perhaps a smarter man would have fled the hotel, but then could he really guarantee he would be safe from that anywhere, especially exposed beneath an exspanse of stars. No. Tonight Azuya would be his comforter and he would rest.
He was partially lost in thought when Azuya's sweet voice interuppted. The question was a little odd...
"Dream?"
He contemplated it a moment, before gliding away from the bed to draw closed the musty once-cream curtains.
"No more than the next guy I suppose."
But when he did, God, it was just -- no -- He mentally told himself, it wasn't time to think on that. Besides, those weren't dreams, those were nightmares
"Anyway, you should probably try to...um...sleep after...after that. Don't worry about my dreams, worry about your own."
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 22, 2012 15:35:10 GMT -5
"Hai"
*Azuya replied sleepily, unconsciousness tugging at his mind, the inky blackness of sleep welcoming him -maybe it'll 've on-site he told himself, pulling the musty sheets up to cover himself. Azuya was roo tired to even loosen his tie.
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 22, 2012 16:34:28 GMT -5
And the Japanese male was gone...
"Heh..."
Izzy grunted his amusement as Azuya went from conscious to sleep faster than a Jag could hit 100. Still, it seemed a sensible course of action given the energy the boy had exerted in fighting off their ghostly visitor. A chill ran though Izzy as he thought of it but he slid on to the left hand side of the bed regardless, atop the sheets. Izzy closed his eyes but for a moment and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a dirty light across the room, creeping its way to where the young men lay sleeping. Like the gentle but insistent prod of a lover, the sunbeam tickled across Isambard's neck until he could take it no longer. Begrudgingly he opened an eye, let out a heavy sigh, then swung his feet off the edge of the bed. Carefully he stood, cautious not to wake his roomie who still appeared sound asleep.
"..."
Pushing open the en suite door, Izzy tested the shower and found the water warm. Within mere seconds he'd shed his clothes and was washing away the grime of 3 days travel, the patter against his skin borderline erotic. 10 peaceful minutes passed and Isam thought of nothing save whether he was going to eat the jerky or his trail rations for breakfast.
It had to end though and the Brit was clothed just as quickly as he'd undressed and was now pondering how to spend his free time without disturbing Azuya. It was then that the wall caught his attention. There was nothing particularly special about it and that was exactly why it fascinated him so. Reaching out, he smoothed his broad hand over where the...the ghost? had disappeared the evening previous. All he could note was the callous bumps where the wall had been painted many times over.
"...Shit."
He mumbled to himself, before casting a glance back over his shoulder at Azuya. As quiet as a mouse he approached the bed and leant over the Asian male, a boyish curiosity obvious on his face. Just how had someone so [i/]frail[/i] managed to fight off the night terror single handed? Izzy leant in closer...
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 22, 2012 17:21:23 GMT -5
"Imouto chan!"
*Azu woke up with a scream and shot up out of bed...
SMACK!
His head collided, not without some force into something? No, someone in front of him.*
"Ah ta-ta-ta-ta"
*Azuya squealed in some pain rubbing his temples looking out of-sorts. -well I'm awake now- he thought sulkily to himself groping with one hand for his glasses on the bedside table. Finally he found them and sight was his again. He was greeted with the sight of Izzy perched on the bed in his underwear holding his nose in his hands and wearing a very pissed off look.*
"what the fuck?"
*Azuya asked with a scowl.*
"what are you some kinda a pervert? What happened to no homo?"
*He complained sitting up in the bed angrily*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 22, 2012 18:09:07 GMT -5
Azuya squeeled some weird ass Japanese battle cry and cracked Izzy in the face with his forehead of fury.
"Ahhhh!"
Came the muffled groan as Isambard instantly pressed his hands to his nose in self defence and wobbled back on to the bed.
"Ah! Shit...Ow, fuck. Seriously...f'ckin OW!"
Pulling his hand away, Izzy inspected them for any sign of blood. Happy he wasn't likely bleeding to death, he pressed his fingers to his nose again, tentatively poking at the bridge, which was already showing the faintest blush of a bruise. Between his hissing and winces, Izzy managed to cast a scowl or two in the pretty boy's direction. At least he didn't look too worse for wear.
Then the comment came like a second punch, only this time it was a stinging right-hook to his already floored masculinity.
"Dude, no, I totally didn't even...cock, that's totally not what..."
Then the complete hilarity of the situation struck him and the rumble of laughter ran from his toes upwards, streaming forward as a river of laughter that it took a moment to ebb.
"Heh...hehehhehahahahahahahAHAHAHAH!"
Creased over, Izzy slapped his knee, the former pain forgotten as he laughed harder than he had in an age. Suddenly, the laughter cut off and with a straight face, Isambard looked directly at Azuya and whispered...
"I already had what I wanted from you last night sweetie"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 22, 2012 20:38:27 GMT -5
"..."
*Azuya was stuck dumb by Izzy's words, Suddenly he was ice cold,he shuddered involuntarily.-just what exactly did he mean by that?-*
"got. what. exactly?"
*The words came to him finally, slowly and carefully he framed the question, suppressing the nausea that was rising within him. -what exactly happened last night? I should never of let my guard down I don't know this guy shit shit shit.-
Azuya's mind went a mile a minute whilst he sat there in silence. Unbidden torrents of lewd images came to mind and his face grew hot. He knew he had probably turned a shade of crimson by now, but he was still to shocked to move. Izzy was still sat there on the bed, eyes fixed to his. Not a shred of humor about him. Azuya felt naked despite the fact he was fully clothed.-just what has he done?-*
"Ack"
*He coughed and finally pulled his gaze away, taking an intense interest in the wall, wanting and not wanting for Izzy to reply.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 23, 2012 1:23:02 GMT -5
It was too much, the Crusader couldn't keep a straight face and poor Azuya did look like he was suffering for it.
"Sorry man, I'm just f'kin with ya"
A playful smile and a gentle punch followed and Izzy did feel a little guilty, but he felt he was entitled to some small revenge. Afterall, he looked more like he'd been in a bar brawl now, without any of the enjoyment that usually preceeded him being punched in the face.
"That was mean, I apologise."
The Brit gave a half bow on the bed, then reached forward and patted his companion on the shoulder in a consolidatory way. He hadn't expected poor Azuya to get so flustered.
Standing up with a concerted effort, Izzy made his way across the room and dug through his meagre pile on belongings in search of something semi-clean to wear.
"So Azu..ya, you hungry?"
Izzy asked noncholantly as his pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans. The boy would forget his awkwardness in tie, he hoped.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 23, 2012 1:59:42 GMT -5
"I see"
*Azuya clung to the explanation like a man stranded out at sea to a drift wood.*
"A joke, ha ha hah"
*still slightly unnerved Azuya got out of bed.*
"Yeah I could eat, but I want to shower first if you don't mind?"
*He asked and escaped into the bathroom, locking the door.
-my god!- He thought to himself as he stripped in the cold clinical bathroom, luckily the water was still warm from Izzy's shower and Azuya plunged himself into the water, grateful for the hot scalding his skin, waking him p and removing the nights cold sweats. He shuddered, last night was one hell of a night, he hoped the shower would wash ore than the grime from the road away , but he knew it was pointless to idle with such fancy. Running his hand through his wet hair, he finished his showerly duties and pulled a towel around himself.*
"fuck"
*in his haste Azuya had left his clothes in the main room, he couldn't put his dirty slept in attire on, biting his lip in frustration at the dilemma he gathered his resolve. -They were both fully grown men weren't they? And he had said it was only some weird English joke right?-
He dried himself, steeled his resolve and clutching the towel about his waist tightly, opened the door to collect his things.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 23, 2012 6:35:39 GMT -5
Isambard busied himself while Azuya showered, the quiet sound of pattering water the only noise left in the room. Alone, the Crusader felt vulnerable, his gaze constantly flickering to the wall where their ghostly visitor had left them the night previous. To keep his mind occupied, Izzy tidied the room like the dutiful soldier he remembered to be, old habits dying hard. The bed sheets were tucked neatly and firmly beneath the mattress, all his personal belongings were packed in his military issue duffle bag and the room looked tidier after his intervention that it had when they'd first entered.
Perhaps 15 minutes passed when the Asian male re-entered the room, and Izzy quickly glanced up from what he was going to meet Azuya's eye.
"When you're ready, we can head out for breakfast. My treat, ok?"
The guilt of making the stranger uncomfortable still nagged at him a little, so he'd buy him breakfast, figuratively "kiss and make up", then go their separate ways. It was reasonable enough for an apology he figured. He glance fell back to the rations he was sorting in his bag and with a little effort, Izzy stood to his full height, still slightly shorter than the Empath despite the fact he was now wearing his boots.
"And if you don't mind, I have a few questions about....about last night. I'll be honest with ya, I've seen a lot of shit in my time, a lot, but nothing like that before."
And Izzy had, indeed, seen more than his fair share of horrors. Despite as he tried, a memory surfaced and the Crusader fell mute, his glance slowly levelling with the floor, before the male awkwardly made himself busy resorting the rations he had already placed in his bag 3 times before.
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