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.
WAKING UP IN YOUR BED SAYING SORRY IN ADVANCE 'CAUSE I KNOW I'LL BE RIGHT HERE
The room smelled like an odd mixture of vanilla, cinnamon sugar, and of the misplaced smell of basil all at the same time. Although, he supposed that fact in itself may very well have been chalked up to the fact he had spent the better part of the evening hard at work. Topaz hues shifted towards the clear, boiling water. Thin strands of noodles coming to life from their original state, only the slightest of smiles curving upon his lips before he turned to turn off the food processor. Tumultuous waves of forest green settled down, flecks of dark green left behind to dot the pesto sauce. Silently, Camille could only pray that the sauce was a decent consistency. Not too thick, but not too thin either. Wouldn't have quite done the rest of the food any justice. His gaze turned towards the plate of parmesan encrusted chicken cooling on the counter before towards the red, green, and yellow bell peppers that had been de-seeded and sliced into slivers. Elliot liked peppers, right? At least, he hoped he did. It would be a few moments longer before hands went to turn off the stove, handles taken and the pasta was drained out into the colander waiting in the sink.
It was night now, he thought. Late at night, in fact. Perhaps it was his fault for having kept the other waiting. He had neglected to make a phone call and tell the other that he was going to come home late. Class had ran a little longer than he had thought it would have and to make matters worse, his professor had insisted on having a very, very in depth conversation with him after it had. Something about his grades, something about his concern with the tattoo that had made itself present on his collarbone. He wasn't proud of it himself. How could he be proud of something like that, after all? It wasn't the kind of life that he would have chosen if he had a choice. But it seemed like the fates had chosen a different path for him, binding him to the slumbering redhead resting soundlessly on the couch. Elliot, he thought. He picked such a reckless and dangerous life for the both of them, he thought. Was he always so reckless? But maybe, he thought. Just maybe that this was to protect them both from the most dangerous people there were on the island. They could only protect themselves by becoming them. Maybe that was why he had chosen this life. A small sigh as he looked over his shoulder, lips tipping into a small smile.
Even if this wasn't what he wanted, he supposed he couldn't deny that he was happy being with Elliot the way that they were now. It was only, really, times like this when he was most comfortable with the way things were.
Turning to the stove, he waited for the pan to heat before tossing in the peppers and the pasta. Drizzling the pesto sauce over and tossing the pasta until he was at last content with it and certain that everything had been evenly cooked before dishing it up and setting several pieces of chicken on each plate. The strawberry marscarpone cupcakes were still baking in the oven, he thought. Elliot had some fondness for sweets, so hopefully it'd make up for making the other wait for him to come home. Wiping off his hands on a dish towel before heading over to the couch, Camille knelt down beside it before leaning down. Gently brushing his lips against the other's, nose gently nudging against his. "Wake up, Ellie. I'm home." Yes, it was time like this when he was happiest because whenever he was with Elliot. It felt like he was home.
Work had worn him out, he waited for Camille for hours and eventually passed out while waiting. Go figure, he just had no luck did he? But Elliot had spent so many late nights up this couldn't be surprising to begin with at this point. Why the hell couldn't Nate come up to him? This was already so confusing and frustrating, he wanted Camille to be home already. Could that really be so wrong of him? Perhaps not but whatever the red head was still out when his sacrifice came home. Under Elliot's clothes he was covered in bandages and various bruises. It wasn't surprising given his side job that wasn't in the restaurant or cafe. Whatever they wished to call that place. Bar might suit it better, with all the dirty stuff that went on behind the scenes.
But he barely stirred the small boy only wanted to keep on sleeping. As long as he managed to get some rest, he'd be alright. He wanted to wake up the second Cami came home but today he was not able to. Go figure. Just how suckish was his luck, or was he just that worn out? Elliot stirred and turned over then went back to sleep, with a small snore. The boy could be so cute when he was tired. But he'd never admit that if people told him. Elliot hated when people kept making comments about just how cute he was apparently. What was the point of that? Did those idiots want to tick him off cause it worked a lot when they did that sort of thing anyway.
He barely seemed to notice the movement in the kitchen either. Though Elliot being who he was probably knew Camille was home. Stalker like and all that sweet stuff, but he wouldn't attempt to talk about any of that. It'd just make him have to get up, and Elliot did not want to. He only groaned a little bit feeling Camille near him. This couldn't be so bad, his friend with benefits was actually trying to make him feel better? Apparently anyway. "Took you long enough you butt. The hell was happening this time?" He growled and just rolled his eyes, wondering what he was going to do. Why did it take Camille so long to actually get home at this point?
He couldn't help being curious as he leaned up to gently kiss his blonde sacrifice. He wanted to be nice this time at least.
WAKING UP IN YOUR BED SAYING SORRY IN ADVANCE 'CAUSE I KNOW I'LL BE RIGHT HERE
Really, he was too much some days. Definitely too much for him to handle but he was almost certain that he was the only one person there was that could actually get Elliot to agree on doing something. I was a small feat in comparison to everything the other was capable of doing, but; in the very least, he liked to think it was something of an influence on the other's life however small. He had changed so much of Camille's life, after all. Not necessarily in a pleasant way, but. Yes, he liked this change. Coming home to someone was so much more different than before. Saying that 'I'm home' really made it feel that way. Knowing that Elliot was waiting made him want to come back even more.
A small laugh escaped his parted lips as the other woke from his slumber. And so the dragon was finally awake, was he? "They held me back in class to talk about something, that's all." He replied. How impatient, he thought. Then again, he had been running much later than usual. Having had the kiss returned, Camille leaned down to gently press another kiss to the bridge of the other's nose before hands went to press against the ground and heave the blonde up into his feet to go and retrieve the food. Returning with the two plates of pasta, forks placed inside the waves of green and breaded chicken.
"Were you waiting for a long time, Ellie?" He probably had but it wasn't like the other would want him to know even if he had asked. Picking up a plate of his own, sitting down beside the other before tucking his legs into the side of the couch. "You know you should have ordered something for dinner and went to bed instead of waiting for me to come home. I would have been okay with that, you know?" Taking a few bites of the pasta, Camille quiet as he ate. Ellie was sweet if not a little more difficult than need be. "Did you take care of yourself, today? No bumps? Cuts?"
Elliot was slowly waking back up, it was very slowly but he'd be up and about soon enough. Go figure, he didn't mind seeing Camille whenever he opened his eyes. It seemed natural to him, quite enjoyable though he'd never admit it. That didn't sound like something he ever wanted to admit now that he was thinking about those things. At least right now, either way he couldn't be certain what would come up next. Since right now things were already more then complicated, and he basically hated working. Synister had it's fun points but when it got stressful he wanted to quit. Quit and never ever try again. Basically. Well only quit for a day, he couldn't stay away any longer if he wanted to get paid. He stayed with Camille so they could split rent, that and he wanted to keep his play thing/sacrifice close to him. For as long as he possibly could right now. At this point anyway. He gave a small yawn and then nuzzled up to Camille. When he just woke up he could be very affectionate. Though he didn't like people bringing it up to him later. Usually he was careful, but since only Camille was here who cared. Not like he brought anyone home for Elliot to have to hide from. Camille was his on and off again lover, they had flings, they did things. It was life. And he enjoyed every single second of that so called life they shared. Even down to watching Camille trip over his own feet sometimes.
"Stupid! they should have just let you leave, I was hungry and wanted you to feed me. Stupid school could at least let me have my sacrifice before I end up killing them. I mean just feed me! What did you make?" He could smell most of it but of course he'd just end up asking Camille. Too lazy to actually get up and look for it all on his own. Basically. That was just how Elliot did things, not his smartest idea probably. But yes it was the way he did things, the way he always wanted to end up doing things by this point. Really. He would not push, but he wanted to know what was for food. After all his stomach was starting to grumble again now that he had managed to wake up anyway. "Yes...but that's only cause I left work early...That's all. Plus people are annoying and boring you know, with that whole work related thing." He only rolled his eyes then grumbled. This was not exactly something he wanted to deal with. Not right now. For the moment he'd rather find some other way to deal with things. If that was even possible either. So right now he wondered what to say. Or how to deal with this, at least for now. Perhaps he'd rather just wake him just move on with this. Get food and such that was all.
"I wanted to um...just wait for you. That's all." He grumbled once again, and this was probably not going to help him. Like it'd get him anywhere at this point but of course things were already awkward enough. At his point. He tried to shrug this off somehow. Perhaps it'd rather not end up doing him any good. "I'm fine man, I'm not hurt at all. Just the old injuries that don't mean a damn thing. That's all. Right!? So let it go dude and feed me." That was all he wanted to think about right now. This was alright for that moment. It'd be fine or at least that was what he thought. But would Camille actually feed him, or was he going to mess things up again? Trip over his own feet, so on and so forth pretty much. He had no idea how school had been for Camille, minus being held back after class to talk about things. But like he'd bring that up pretty much.