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Post by peem on Sept 9, 2008 21:53:45 GMT -5
Peem nodded, just watching his face slightly. "Ach well, I'm just a nice normal guy. Like I said." He finally layed down, looking at the decrepit ceiling. "Really, you can stay as long as you want. We'll find a way to get by."
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Post by chance on Sept 10, 2008 17:24:30 GMT -5
"You sure your mom won't mind?" Chance asked softly, though instinctively he knew the answer, he'd never felt more welcome than he had in those moments when Mrs. Hendry had wrapped her arms around him. It made him miss all those things that he didn't have...and told himself he didn't need.
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Post by peem on Sept 12, 2008 19:52:08 GMT -5
Peem laughed. "No, she won't. Just...if you can pitch in here and there, with chores, that will be enough." He smiled slightly, looking over at Chance. "We do what we can for people."
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Post by chance on Sept 12, 2008 22:39:00 GMT -5
"Chores are the least I can do," Chance said, turning in the bed so he was facing Peem. "And I still want to draw you...all of you." He smiled to himself as he remembered the warm moments just after Davey had gotten home, how his fingers had itched to sketch the scene onto paper, but mostly how it had warmed his heart to witness it. "Peem...that day in the gazebo you said you had no talent..." Chance trailed off for a moment, sucking in a breath before trying to find Peem's face in the pseudo darkness. "...you make a body feel like he might be worth something. That's an incredible talent."
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Post by peem on Sept 14, 2008 10:54:34 GMT -5
Peem blushed, glad for the darkness--he wouldn't be able to see it. "I just...I don't know." He shrugged. "I like you. So maybe I'm a bit biased. I think you should feel like you are worth something--because you are."
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Post by chance on Sept 14, 2008 21:05:55 GMT -5
Chance let silence lapse for awhile, shifting in the bed so he was staring up at the ceiling. By all rights he should be tired, his first time in a bed in a long time, warm food in his belly and a safe feeling that had evaded him for so long. But it didn't come, and he cast his eyes back in the direction of Peem's bed. "I like you too..."
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Post by peem on Sept 15, 2008 20:19:12 GMT -5
Peem raised his eyebrows hearing Chance's voice come out of the darkness. He heard the way it sounded, but he doubted that was how Chance meant it. "...well I'm glad. I like it when fine men like you, like me." Not that any really had. But he didn't want Chance to take it the wrong way.
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Post by chance on Sept 15, 2008 22:26:02 GMT -5
Chance wondered if he was imagining what he felt in the air, if he was making believe the emotion behind Peem's words because he wanted it to be there. He shifted in the bed, burying his head in the pillow he took a deep breath, his fingers tapping out a soft rhythm against his chest. "Then I guess it's a win all the way around," he said softly, hearing the weight in the words, wondering if Peem would know why it was there. "I have a fondness for fine men like you."
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Post by peem on Sept 16, 2008 23:03:01 GMT -5
Peem paused, turning over to look at Chance in the darkness. "...like me what?" He was blushing, thankful for the twilight. "I mean...I guess I'm asking what you are getting at?" It was a dangerous world out there for his kind; his mother, brother didn't care at all, but in most circles it was a sin, and an offense that was killable as well.
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Post by chance on Sept 17, 2008 21:57:31 GMT -5
Chance allowed the question to linger, not sure if he should say what he was really thinking. He'd never confessed the real reason his family had disowned him and pushed him out on the street, the true story of what had sent him on a three year cross country trip. He'd discovered who he was and his family hadn't liked it...they'd hated it. They hated him. "I..." He started and then stopped, instinctively turning in the bed to face Peem. "I like you..." He finished weakly, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. "I mean...I...you twist me up inside...in the best kind of way." He let out the breath he had been holding as he spoke, the admission now out there, hanging in the air.
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Post by Christina Mathers on Mar 12, 2009 22:51:50 GMT -5
*New Day*
Christina knocked on the apartment door, running a hand through her hair while exhaling deeply. Almost a year had passed since she'd seen him last, nine months to be exact. She wasn't sure he would even recognize her. She had definitely changed, both inside and out. Her eyes were brighter and full of life instead of anger. She stood up straighter, carried herself better than she had before; even her name was different, but she hadn't forgot him and now she needed to talk to him. She needed to thank him for things she was sure he didn't even know he gave her. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she waited for a reply.
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