Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
Post by Kouki Futaba on Feb 9, 2016 22:08:06 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 22:08:06 GMT -5
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Warm. Comfortable. Safe.
He longed for him for a year and it was a very long time for him. Even after six years, the longing never faded off. He was greedy, he knew but he never asked for anything apart from him. He does not need eyes to see. He has all gratitude to the Heaven for sending him, and he wanted to stay with him forever.
Forever.
He whimpered in his sleep and stretched with very little movements. In the blurriness and sightless, Kouki learnt to restrain himself- his pace and his words were carefully placed with caution because he could not see what await for him in front and after his actions. He felt restricted but it is alright for him.
He can be freed once he came back to Xoan's side, like how he is now!
Kouki brushed his hair along the other man's arm as he rolled to the side of bed. His white tail swayed aside to aside and intended to pat the comfortable bed he was sharing with Xoan once awhile in reflex to his happy feeling. He pulled himself down and away from the human pillow, bending like a caterpillar and sat on his legs. His eyes remained close, or were they opened? He was not sure. He bent back down and leaned himself on the bed, whining.
"Xoan... Xoan... Xoan... I'm hungry."
He wanted to get up, but he felt chained to the comfortableness this furniture offered. Such devil. Kouki turned himself for the edge of the bed and got on all four, slowly crawling to the edge. His tail whipped here and there lazily.
Post by xoán do rosário on Feb 9, 2016 22:34:22 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 22:34:22 GMT -5
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]sluggishly, crystalline hued eyes revealed themselves, narrowing in agitation due to the sunlight streaming into the room. a frustrated whine escaped him while his body attempted to rescind into itself, and deliriously, he imagined the blankets consuming him and dragging him into the magical, mythical land of endless dreams, though none of the nightmare variety could encroach upon the serenity of the peaceful land. pale lips quirked into an amused smile until the sensation of soft hair brushing against his arm penetrated the hazy fog of sleep. the succeeding whimper elicited a reaction from the youth, who prided his eyes open and sought the familiar stock of snow colored hair. warmth settled in his veins at the sight of his fighter while the rosy pink hue hovering in the air reminded him of kouki’s eyes; however, instead of relinquishing control to the seductive influence of the sandman, his partner expanded the distance between them, shuffling away and toward the edge of the bed.[break][break]
dark brows furrowed while xoán coaxed his limbs into responding to his commands. he hastily shoved the covers off of his spindly frame and threw them over the edge, letting bare feet rest on the wooden floor. a hiss slipped from between clenched teeth, but the sound ceased abruptly, halted by the call of his name. cobalt tinged eyes immediately landed upon the florist, whose tail waved languidly at him. the salmon color shrouded the other whilst the uttered comment resulted in his quick retreat from the welcoming embrace of their bed. instantly, the sensation of bereavement settled upon his heart, weighing upon the organ like an unwanted feline. furry appendages flattened against his head; however, instead of dwelling upon the negative emotions concocted by his inappropriate displacement from his pillow, he stretched a trembling hand across the distance between himself and kouki.[break][break]
the pale appendage swept through the fluffy white hair and then settled on the other’s shoulder. his fingers clutched at the fair haired youth for support, and with the poise of a newborn babe, he inched closer, shuffling his feet against the floor and ignoring the shivers that wracked his spine. “then what do you want for brunch?” xoán queried without further prompting. “and if i have to be out of bed, you have to join me. we can take the silly dragon with us and have a mock tea party.” the words rolled off his tongue without filtering, staining the early afternoon air with shades of royal blue, which he thought mixed beautifully with the pastel pink of his partner. “we can even hold hands on the walk to the kitchen.”[break][break]
Post by Kouki Futaba on Feb 9, 2016 23:07:43 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 23:07:43 GMT -5
YOUR SMILE
MAKES MY HEART DANCES IN JOY
In this room, Xoan's scent was all he could pick up. His nose trailed the incoming closer and stronger smell of his partner like a puppy would when his master is approaching. Light chuckles escaped from the lips of the innocent boy.
"Can I have you then?" He said playfully as he placed his both hands on the hand that was raised on his shoulder. He stretched his head for him, purring at the obvious presence of him by his side. "This is already perfect..." he murmured softly, resting his head by the other boy's nape. The rhythm in his mind that picked from being so close to him has always been in its best quality. His eyes may not see the beauty, but he can feel it. He knew deep inside Xoan there was lingering darkness that has grown somewhere in the past. Nobody is perfect, and the amount of darkness in him is what made him precious to Kouki.
Neither flawless, nor imperfect.
He took his hands off Xoan's and brought little distance between them so he can get up.
"But I can't get my stomach full from sniffing you. I mean I wish I can," he said with chuckles here and there. If he could do such thing, man, he must be some kind of an incubus. But that would mean he can survive while feeding on others, right? Can he be a defective incubus that feed only on Xoan? He started thinking childish things while his feet slid one pace further from another leg.
"Ah! Tea party! Dragon-kun!" He barked excitedly. His hands patted the air and around for Xoan, not wanting to be away from him even in this rather small room full of stuffed toys and their things. His tail wagged excitedly at his best friend's suggestion. He shivered in extreme joy and bent himself forward to Xoan. His head raised up a bit so his face may be facing directly underneath his, only needing Xoan to look down for him.
"Holding hands to the kitchen! I like that! You do know how to make me happy, Xoan! I love you the most!"
Post by xoán do rosário on Feb 10, 2016 11:17:25 GMT -5
Feb 10, 2016 11:17:25 GMT -5
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]an embarrassed flush crawled across his pallid flesh, staining his cheeks a pale red hue; however, with the familiar warmth of his partner searing itself into his exposed skin, xoán lacked the ability to complain, voice trapped within his throat and eyes closing in contentment. the childish retort to his question brushed against his eardrums, though he refrained from opening his eyes, not wanting to be besieged by the overwhelming bursts of pink that issued forth from his fighter. his lips, however, quirked into an amused grin due to their close proximity and the puppy-esque behavior perpetrated by kouki. an innocence clung to the fair haired florist that he wished to protect despite his limited capabilities. his only option was to utilize himself as a living, breathing shield, suffering under the physical blows delivered by bullies and brutes, and he mentally promised himself to never reveal the extent of his childhood and adolescent injuries to the naïve fighter.[break][break]
and as if to contest the other’s claim of absolute perfection, xoán’s stomach growled, howling in complaint at the lack of movement geared toward obtaining sustenance. cobalt tinged eyes revealed themselves as the sacrifice casually bopped kouki’s nose, a nonverbal reprimand for his nonsensical nattering; however, the soft chuckles detracted from the seriousness of the action. “kou-puppy, please. sniffing me is not the answer.” amusement tainted his tone, seeping into the words while fondness graced his gaze. “and perfect would be returning to dreamland where the rainbow colors don’t distract from everything else.”[break][break]
unsurprisingly, kouki latched onto the permissive statements proffered by the musician, who wanted to hasten their midafternoon morning along, so with the finesse of a prowling feline, he detached himself from the fighter, sidestepping over to the mound of stuffed animals that he tossed carelessly into the corner. spindly digits dug through the fluffy bodies of the toys until he stumbled upon the aforementioned dragon. the russet colored object was settled around his neck while he returned to kouki’s side, fingers wrapping around the other’s wrist and bemusement evident in the emotions rolling off of his petite frame. “you sound more excited about the silly dragon than holding my hand,” xoán teased while gently tugging kouki toward their bedroom door. “i think i might cry.” the bright splashes of royal blue and pastel pink collided with each other in the space between them, acting as a physical representation of their verbal joust, and xoán wished he could show kouki the colorful world that he resided within.[break][break]
“though tell me what you want,” he whined, as his free hand wrapped around the doorknob, which he twisted mechanically until the familiar click of the door reached his ears. “you have until we reach the kitchen to place your order.”[break][break]
Post by Kouki Futaba on Feb 10, 2016 20:26:42 GMT -5
Feb 10, 2016 20:26:42 GMT -5
YOUR SMILE
MAKES MY HEART DANCES IN JOY
Snow-colored tail swayed calmly side to side as he felt all content and safe now that he knew Xoan was holding and guiding him, as he always has. To imagine a life without Xoan would not not a life anymore, and he never did waste a second imagining Xoan would leave him. He believed in his heart that he and Xoan were destined together. Trapped in the cage of time where he never realized apart from friendship there are also love and marriage that guys about his age would have commonly thought about them. Kouki simply did not realized these and has always been embraced with the innocence idea that this was the final stage of life- an everlasting fated friendship.
Employees at Sweet Brier have accustomed to Xoan's presence around Kouki almost every hour and day the strange-looking boy could spare for the blind mate of his. While Kouki mentioned he was all right all by himself, they were actually grateful that Xoan was here to help him moving stuff around and saved him from accidents in the shop. It they were to count how many times Kouki almost hit the pot and the desk, slipped over wet floor and soil and almost hit the glass window thinking it was the door because he miscalculated his step due to few shifting of pots and racks, it was more than hundred times- heck, maybe it has reached thousands over the passed six years. The owner of the shop was kind enough to hire another employee to help Kouki, who was so determined to help taking care of the plants, but then again Xoan has always be with him, right?
Kouki could not help but chuckled in joy. His heart beat hard as he felt the firmness of Xoan's hold around his wrist as he guided him. Based on the steps he counted and the direction they were walking, he would say it was the door. That's right, Xoan mentioned he would take him to the kitchen with him along with a stuffed toy dragon. The direct skin contact allowed the blind fighter to sync with his best friend. Ah, he could not help but flushed in redness over such strong feelings of joy, contentment and love he picked from the man. Xoan may not be able to utter the love words like Kouki does, but it is alright.
He does not have to. Kouki knows he does.
Again, Kouki chuckled happily as his head tilted to his right as he let himself being pulled along Xoan's flow. His lips immediately got rid off the happy smile and pouted. Kouki sulked.
"But Xoan~" he whined. His tail swung hard to the left as his ears folded slightly to the back. There were soft whimpers rumbling in his throat as he continued his sentence. "Are you not the one who mentioned about taking the dragon with you? I love Xoan's hand that is super warm and super comfortable more than the felt-made dragon~" He stomped his legs as he shook his head gently, showing he was protesting against Xoan's misunderstanding statement that Kouki might have chosen the lifeless thing instead of Xoan.
"I love Xoan more!" he confessed with strong and definite tone in his voice. Perhaps Kouki was indeed feeling insecure about his relation with Xoan. He, who could not see what is in front of him, has the greatest disadvantageous if Xoan if ever decides to leave him. What if one day he wakes up without the male's warmth and comfort body beside him? It was too much for him to imagine, he would start crying.
And he kinda did now.
The soft-hearted fighter began sniffling at the exaggerating idea that Xoan might leave him because of this. His free hand raised up and covered his nose and mouth areas with the back of his palm. "Don't say such things, Xoan. Before you cry, I'll cry first!" His ears were fully down and closed on his head. Tail dropped down, not moving.
“though tell me what you want,”
Xoan's voice immediately perked the snow-colored fluffy ears up and he raised his head. He rubbed his eyes from little tears that managed not to drop down the cheeks and bit his bottom lip. He looked down once more, thinking.
A click sound startled Kouki, followed by Xoan's reminder to decide what to eat before they reach their destination. The blind fighter started feeling nervous.
"Eh? eh? Uh... Uh... I... well... uh... Xoan~"
He stammered along his words and finally decided to whimper the other male's name, trying to plead his mercy and compassion not to make him decide what they are going to eat.
Post by xoán do rosário on Feb 12, 2016 16:59:41 GMT -5
Feb 12, 2016 16:59:41 GMT -5
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]flustered by the onslaught of affectionate statements, the dark haired sacrifice emitted a startled huff, cheeks adopting a bolder, darker hue of red and eyes shifting away from the earnest expression of his companion. xoán appreciated the blatant honesty, the complete transparency of the shorter male; however, despite suffering from the similar affliction of overwhelming love, he abhorred being on the receiving end of verbal onslaughts that demanded an appropriate response. thoughts whirled through his mind in a vortex of commotion until he deigned to cease with his fruitless actions. kouki did not deserve half-hearted responses to his beseeching comments, which sent sparks of pleasure down the musician’s spine. he enjoyed teasing his partner-in-crime, and he nearly dissolved into amused giggles at the frantic slur of words that crashed against his eardrum and exploded into hues of pastel pink in his peripheral vision. occasionally, he asked the fair haired youth to simply speak because he wanted to observe the various shades of pink that accompanied the sound of his voice.[break][break]
however, with the grumbling of his stomach urging him forward, xoán sustained their progression, stepping lightly across the wooden floor and mentally grumbling at the chill that besieged the soles of his feet. “don’t insult santou,” he retorted without batting an eyelash, completely nonplused by his own finicky behavior. “he’s a lovable dragon that should be appreciated. he’s the brightest of reds and the warmest of ambers.” amusement tainted his tone while cobalt tinged eyes momentarily glanced toward the fighter’s face, noting the tears with apparent apathy and then returning to the semi-dark apartment. “he’s the toy version of mister florist, ‘member?” his slurred speech caused the inquiry to resemble the stilted conversations that they partook in during their first meeting. “so we should thank him for being the protector of our home.”[break][break]
excitement gleamed in sapphire hued depths while he carefully tugged kouki toward the kitchen, casually kicking discarding objects aside and leaving an empty path for the blind youth to traverse. “and don’t cry,” he whined, voice lilting in a teasing tone. “we can’t have blueberry pancakes then.” the suggestion succeeded the nervous fretting of the florist, who failed at reaching a decision and was left with only his simpering whine to convince xoán to grant him mercy; therefore, the sacrifice responded with light-hearted jests. “though blueberry pancakes and french toast and apple juice sounds like a reasonable meal. colorful enough for a brunch.” pale lips quirked into a bemused grin while he halted, fingers retracting themselves from around kouki’s wrist. “now,” he chirped with obvious pertinence, “take santou and sit on the couch. talk to me while i cook.” spindly digits grasped at the plush toy, removing it from around his neck and then shoving it into kouki’s chest. “go on, go on.”[break][break]
Post by Kouki Futaba on Feb 16, 2016 6:11:19 GMT -5
Feb 16, 2016 6:11:19 GMT -5
YOUR SMILE
MAKES MY HEART DANCES IN JOY
Kouki never asked for anything in his life. He did not wish to be able to see the world, or to be appreciated and loved. He did not wish for richness of this world, or to be someone influential. He simply wished for one thing, and that one thing drove him to be a greedy and possessive boy he never thought he was.
He only wished Xoan to look at him, to be with him and to make him his number one.
There was nothing more important than this and currently, Kouki felt his place in his partner's heart was in jeopardize because of a stuffed dragon toy called Santou. He knew Santou has been one of the greatest 'beings' in their lives. He was there to accompany Kouki when he has to sleep alone without Xoan in the apartment. He was the one that gave him sense of secure, when Xoan was not around. Even though Santou was not a living creature, to Kouki, he was as alive as anyone on this island.
Call him childish, but Kouki felt Santou has somehow enchanted Xoan even more than himself. His white tail swung aside as he sulked more. The blind Fighter was not the type who felt confident about himself. He, in any sort of argument, quarrel or even playful fight, felt he was the wrong one and unconsciously felt down about it. Xoan was right, Santou has been a great protector. Maybe he should apologize to both Santou and Xoan for being greedy and said some selfish things. He loved Santou too, but he loved Xoan more. Even so, he should have not said such men things about the stuffed dragon.
Kouki whined silently as he continued being pulled and guided by his partner.
Halfway through the hallway towards the kitchen, Xoan continued to speak and decided to ease his nervousness over what they should have for their brunch. To be honest, Kouki does not have large appetite. He eats, but most of the time he would throw everything out after an hour or so. That is why he rarely find the pleasure of dine-in in restaurant, knowing fully his digestion problem. He can live with only sweet food and desserts like ice-cream or ice blended or...
"Pancakes!" he sudden blurted out with excitement. His tail swung strongly side to side, very eager to have a taste of it. His lips curved a wide smile as his fair cheeks turned reddish from the overwhelming thrill of being able to enjoy Xoan-made pancakes. He chuckled as he tilted his head.
"I don't know about colorful but the combination sure tastes great!" he said, laughing halfway through his sentence. His free hand rubbed the side of his neck as he continued to have a bright smile on his face. His sense picked up something around them that felt familiar. His nose could smell leftover scent of food being cooked and served. Ah, they have arrived at the kitchen. He took few steps back, adjusting himself to where their dining table was.
He could not picture the actual layout of the whole compartment, only to believe in his senses that there was a window right where the sink was. Along the wall, from the entrance to the kitchen, were a fridge and few cupboards. Kouki gasped lightly when Xoan told him to take Santou the dragon and to sit on the couch. He meeped as the stuffed toy was shoved into his chest.
"Uh... okay," Kouki responded, not knowing what he should be talking about. One hand hugged the dragon on his chest while another hand started searching for the couch. He was able to get a hold of the arm of the couch and lied on it. His legs were left hanging over one arm while his back was leaning against another arm of the sofa. He brought Santou to his front and placed the dragon's muzzle onto his nose. He kissed the dragon playfully.
"Yesterday, a new clerk started his first day of job with me. At first, I thought it was a girl, but luckily it was a boy. He seemed kind and reliable. It becomes handy with him around helping me, and he is kind of friendly too!" He decided to share his yesterday with Xoan, pretty much summarized the day since there was nothing special about it. His ears perked up instantly when he recalled something. He pushed himself up over to the arm where his legs were and held the couch like a cat would for its life.
"Ah! Mrs. Kurosaki invited us to her daughter's birthday. She said I should come and bring you along since you helped me with the delivery of her daughter's congratulations bouquet. She let me tasted her self-made cake and I think you will like it too!"
