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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Feb 10, 2013 19:28:03 GMT -6
Deimin had led the way to his room nervously and now stood outside the closed door, wondering what he was doing. Was he really letting Ivan into his paradise, his one truly safe place in the entire facility? He bit his lip, debating. Was this really a good idea? Probably not. Was he going to do it anyway, now that they were here? Probably. His eyes ran over the plain wooden door before they went to the small plaque on the wall. The "101" was faded, the black paint half chipped off. "Carew, Deimin" was written somewhat sloppily on a sheet of paper that was slid into the slot under the numbers. He wasn't embarrassed about this part, really. All of the name labels were like that. It was the inside he wasn't sure about.
He ran through a mental image of the state of his room. Sharpies scattered over the floor, a matteress in one corner... A small garbage can about half full of dead Sharpies. A small trunk held his few other possessions and clothes. He didn't have much; just a few shirts, a pair of pants, a hat, and a battered old stuffed cat. He couldn't even remember what color the cat had been when it was new. He used the trunk as a stand for his camera. He'd put Ivan's Sharpie there, too. It deserved to stay somewhere special, not on the floor with all the others. At least he didn't have dirty clothes all over the floor. Sharpies were by far the better option.
Glancing back at Ivan momentarily, deciding he should probably actually unlock the door and let them into his room, Deimin took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, he reached inside his shirt and drew out the key to his room that he kept on a simpe silver chain around his neck. He slipped the chain off his head and slid the key into the lock, turning it until it clicked open. Key safely around his neck and inside his shirt once more, Deimin opened the door and stepped into his room. Hesitating briefly, he looked at Ivan over his shoulder. He shrugged slightly, as if to say, "Sorry it isn't much..."
All he could do now was hope Ivan didn't laugh at him or make fun of him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 9:39:06 GMT -6
Ivan watched the boy strange boy who was growing on him rather fast sit there and just stare at his door for a while... it worried him, what if the bloaks really all messed up? Hell, in here, anyone could damn well be a killer... and he was awfully quiet all of the time... "Please let the pretty one be not all that messed up." Ivan thought to himself in a half prayer, half self-reassurance. Ivan looked up to see the boy staring at the doors numbers; 101 nothing looked different about them to Ivan, chipped and rugged just like everything else in this godforsaken place. the words were not even comprehensibly able to be spoken on how amazing this small boy looked to Ivan.
He wanted to touch Dei... he wanted to feel his soft skin pressed against his.... he didn't want to awkwardly standing in the hall way anymore, he wanted into that room this very fucking second. He wanted to know the great mysteries of what lay in the boys room, and then fuck on them. They boy had opened his door. Ivan jumped out of his fantasy when he noticed Dei made a slight shrug motion and looked nervous, he couldn't take it anymore. Ivan wrapped himself around Dei in a hug, "Damn I know I need to hold back on pretty boy here." "You're room is fine, love, don't sweat it."
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Feb 12, 2013 0:16:26 GMT -6
Ivan's sudden hug threw Deimin for a loop. What was he supposed to do? He tensed, swallowing hard. Was Ivan going to hurt him? Steal his camera again? Steal his Sharpies? Ivan had promised not to hurt him! Hadn't he? Deimin was fairly sure that was what Ivan had told him. Right? Right... He hoped.
Taking a deep breath when Ivan spoke, Deimin exhaled slowly. It was okay. He assured himself over and over that Ivan wasn't going to hurt him, that his new friend was going to stick to what he'd said. Not everyone was out to get him. Swallowing nervously again, Deimin moved out of Ivan's grasp and toward the trunk, slipping the camera strap from around his neck and laying his beloved possession gently onto the surface. After he was sure the camera was safely on the trunk, he turned back to Ivan. One hand lifted, gesturing for the other to enter and sit wherever he liked.
Deimin made a somewhat half-hearted attempt at kicking all the Sharpies toward one side of the room, thinking he should really find a way to organize them all properly. By color, or something. That'd be best. Then he would be able to find exactly what he was looking for and he wouldn't have to go searching through piles or all over the floor. It'd make his life easier.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 9:55:43 GMT -6
Deimin placed his camera on a little crate and seemed a tad shaken up to Ivan, he didn't mean to worry him... he just liked the boy too much. The boy motioned for Ivan to sit down somewhere, Ivan sprawled out on the bed (making sure to keep his bloody feet off the bed) and hit the other side of it to show Deimin he's more then welcome to take the adjoining spot in the small bed. The boy was moving markers around the floor with his foot... maybe he was already bored of Ivan, he didn't seem all that interested... He was probably just wondering when the hell Ivan is going to leave, although Ivan hoped that wasn't the case."....Come crawl in the bed with me," Ivan said quietly "I'm cold." he let out a long breath and noticed a quiver in his tone when he did so. Why is he acting like this? His body's reacting like a bloody idiot when its around Deimin, whether its stealing his shit, walking through glass, or being a total idiot on his bed, Ivan just couldn't win around the small boy. [/blockquote][/left]
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Mar 5, 2013 12:55:17 GMT -6
Deimin had gotten most of the markers to one side when Ivan spoke again. Lay on the bed with Ivan? Did Dei trust him enough for that? He figured he should trust Ivan enough. But he didn't know if he trusted anyone enough to be comfortable laying in a bed next to them. That situation would make him very vulnerable. Ivan was probably stronger than he was, too. If Ivan wanted...something...Dei wouldn't be able to stop him. (Not that he'd be able to stop Ivan no matter what. But being on a bed would make it easier, he was sure.)
Hands slipping into his pockets, Dei trudged over to the bed and paused at its edge, his teeth sinking into his lip. Did he want to do this? Yes. No. He didn't know. Sitting down would mean he decided to trust Ivan. It would mean he was actually going to give someone a chance again. He hadn't done that in...in a really long time. Not since before his parents had up and left him here. Here, where it was dark and scary, and it smelled like mildew and rot and old piss. Where people screamed at all hours of the night, or where no one made any sound at all, and the silence was enough to make his head hurt. But those nights were far and few between.
Trusting Ivan might mean that he'd talk to someone again. And that was, if anything, the biggest thing Deimin wasn't sure he was ready for. He exhaled slowly, realizing he probably looked daft, just standing there the way he was. But how could he explain to Ivan how he felt? It was too hard. Even if he did talk, Deimin didn't have the words he would need to explain the situation.
Inhaling slowly, Deimin sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, moving very, very slowly until he was sitting cross-legged. Facing Ivan, his back to the door (which just sent a whole 'nother round of paranoia through him), Deimin decided...one last chance at trusting someone might not be the worst thing in the world. Just this last time. If this fell through, he was done. But maybe there were people he could trust. Maybe.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 10:27:48 GMT -6
Deimin lingered at the edge of the bed, looking at Ivan but his gaze seemed to be glossed over. Finally, after a while he sat on the bed facing towards Ivan. He looked scared as all hell and it made Ivan feel like a prick...
"Ya know, you don't gotta sit on the bed wif me if ya want... I like ya though and god forbid I haven't know ya all that long and such." "Tedd- ... Deimin, I want to keep ya safe, ya know? I've been a twat and I'ma make up for it. I'm always here for ya mate."
Ivan sat up on the bed and faced Deimin, god he was brilliant, from his eyes which looked of deep pools of a crystal clear water, to his choppy haircut that hung just about shoulder length, much shorter than Ivans... He was an immaculate, glorifying image of perfection, yet didn't say a damn word....
"God, you're fucking stunning."
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Mar 8, 2013 19:54:15 GMT -6
As soon as Ivan told Deimin he could move, the teenager realized he didn't want to move. He liked it where he was. Well. Okay, maybe not liked it. But he wanted to be there. He was getting used to it. He didn't want to go away. He wanted to be friends with Ivan, and to Deimin, that meant learning to be near people and to be comfortable around them. It was definitely a work in progress.
He took a deep breath, nodding to show that he knew. He raised his face slightly, peering at Ivan from beneath his fringe. He wasn't sure how to feel about all of this. It was...complicated. He liked the thought of having someone he could trust again. It was nice. And not so lonely.
When Ivan complimented him, Deimin turned bright red. He blinked, lips parted, not sure how to react. Shaking his head slightly to get rid of the deer-in-headlights look on his face, he swallowed and looked down at his hands, biting his lip. He mouthed "Thank you," not sure how else to react. Ivan...liked him? Really liked him? How was that even possible? Nobody liked him, not like that. He wasn't special enough.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 0:33:18 GMT -6
Deimin stared at Ivan with wide eyes after what he had said, he didn't move away or leave the bed, he just nodded. Ivan exploded inside... he wanted to be there, next to Ivan.... Ivan dropped his head down a bit and smiled at the fact that he was still next to him, when Ivan looked up he saw him mouth the words "thank you." Ivan waited a minute and looked at him as the boy's whole demeanor seemed to change. It was crazy, Dei was impossible to read by Ivan's standard yet he seemed to know exactly what it was all of the time.
"I want this to be okay, I want this to be all that I need," Ivan thought to himself. No more running everywhere just trying to stay in the nut house longer than he needed to be. He wanted out, and he wanted out with this fantastic person. He could let someone in again, it could happened, and it could be terrible, or it could be the thing he always needed.
"No, thank you. Thank you for coming out of nowhere when no one else did... even if I had to smash a window to do it." Ivan reached for Deimin's hand. "I want to try something..." he said under his breath as his lips parted and headed towards the frail figure sitting next to him. [/blockquote][/left]
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Sept 1, 2013 18:55:12 GMT -6
Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair, shifting his feet around. Crossed, uncrossed with his knees together, uncrossed with his knees spread, crossed at the ankle. Sit still! he shouted at himself, forcing his body to stop moving. Why did sitting next to Ivan make him so nervous? Ivan was just another person. It wasn't like it was any different from sitting next to people in group or anything like that.
Well, okay, maybe it was a little different than that. There wasn't a therapist sitting there telling them they had to talk about how they felt or how they had improved that week or whatever it was they said. Deimin didn't listen a whole lot during the group sessions. He didn't mind the one-on-one counseling, but the group part scared him. He didn't want to tell everyone how he felt. Some of them had been through a lot worse than him. He didn't deserve the time he would use in group.
But he felt like he could, maybe, talk to Ivan. Eventually. Probably not right now. They didn't even know each other. Not really, anyway. But they could get to know each other. Deimin wouldn't mind that at all. He gave Ivan's hand a squeeze, a half-smile flitting across this lips as he looked at Ivan.
Before he could look away again, Ivan was leaning closer to him, their lips connecting. Are we kissing? Deimin drew back, shocked. He'd never kissed anyone before. He didn't know what he was supposed to do or how he was supposed to act. He felt like his eyes were huge, the deer-in-headlights look back. He swallowed nervously, embarrassed by his own lack of experience.
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