|
Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 14, 2013 3:43:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] He really doesn't know. Lune ends up worrying his lips with his teeth and tapping his blunt nails against the surface of the table, but he does his best to give his newly-found friend a smile. "... Oh, I don't know. I know he doesn't really ... I mean, it's hard for him to feel sentimentality, or something. He's very ... confusing. And very odd. It's just that ... I haven't really met someone who was so closely guarded, you know. I didn't really think they existed, to be honest." Or maybe, he was just sheltered. He had known that factor for some months, really, but he'd never completely dedicated a day to think about something like that. He shakes his head, though, reliving a memory that brings a smile to his lips - a smile that's much more genuine that the one he'd given Dustin beforehand, toying with his straw.
"... I'd like to think that we have something more, really. Besides being trainer and gijinka." He's slightly sheepish, because it's so cliche and absolutely cheesy that the one that he had had a crush on was his English professor, but he continues. "He knows all the ways to fluster me, and sometimes, it's ... confusing. I don't know if he's trying to do that on purpose, or not. It's ... complicated, I guess. I wish I could read people much more easier than what I can do now." He shoots Dustin a glance, before trying to make himself sound the least-offending-or-prying as possible, pushing around his vegetables on his plate with his fork. "And you? You don't have to tell me anything, of course, if you don't want to! In that case, I'll just talk ... about the weather. Oui, the weather sounds good!" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: adorable dustin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by dustin woods on Jan 14, 2013 3:58:10 GMT -5
" ..He's your partner..!". That shocked the boy. How strange that much be! Someone so young to be in control of someone so old. How interesting - though, he smiled a bit. That was almost sweet. He also understood the other's feelings - he having feelings for his own trainer. Not that he talked about them - oh, and there he went asking about it. Dustin still smiled, slowly shaking his head. " .. Do I.. have anyone?". He was confused by the question, but made an assumption. "No, there's no way I have any one! ..and not anyone I like..that much..really.." He was as obvious as a open book.
|
|
|
Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 14, 2013 4:34:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] "Oui, isn't it odd? I would have thought that the trainers would always be the dominant-looking ones; but I guess I presumed wrong. It's a little ... odd, to be honest. And a bit scary. I'm afraid that I'll mess up while commanding him, and he'll get upset at me. I'm not ... as experienced as he is, I bet. I like to stay away from commotion and all that. I'm not made to fight, really." There it went - his sheepish smile, once again, as he brushes through his snow-white locks with his small hands. "But oh, it's such good experience! I'm only glad and honored that he's accepted me." The joy that he feels is carried directly into his statement, looking absolutely jovial as he says so, almost shaking in his seat, "-he could have said no, if you think about it! But he accepted. Or at least, I think he did! 's a long story. He's always so confusing!"
Lune gives Dustin an encouraging grin when he denies something about having anyone; he was sure of one thing, and that was this: everyone had someone, but they just didn't know it. Honestly, it was up to them to go and get the person in their lives, and secure their spot. If you just stomped your feet and did absolutely nothing, then you couldn't get that person, no matter how hard you stomped your feet. It was all up to you. Fate, of course, had the utmost dominance, but that didn't mean you didn't, either. "Well, that's what I thought, too. But really, it's up to you to take control of your life! I'm sure you have someone - but maybe that someone is a little too far, or maybe you're just not so sure. But ... I'd just say to keep going for it, really! It might be hard, and embarrassing, too - but if you don't do anything about your life, then who else would?" He interlocks his fingers and looks up, crimson gaze following right into the other's brilliant blue, "I have full traith - oh, I meant trust and faith at the same time! I have full trust in you, Dustin. You can do it!"
[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: adorable dustin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by dustin woods on Jan 14, 2013 4:49:14 GMT -5
The boy was trying so hard, but he didn't understand. Dustin did have someone, that he cared for, that he loved. They met so long ago and he never hated himself more than that moment - seeing the hidden disappointment in his partners eyes and voice. He was truly worthless. Weak, ugly, a male. His weakness no doubt would have been for giving if he was a cute girl - even a plain girl. His trainer loved women. He always smiled most when around women waiters at diners and always far more polite and gentle with them. Not that he wasn't gentle with Dustin. That is what made him fall for him. The ways he would always use those strong fingers and stroke the boy's ears (his trainer had a strange obsession). The way those arm arms held him the day he was too miserable to even look at sterling - he didn't even need to say what was wrong, the man just held him and let the child cry while he clung to the other. He felt so happy that day. He never felt so warm, so safe than in that man's arms. What he loved more, however, were his eyes. So full of emotions, so bright and beautiful, and so full of life. Yet those eyes looked at, but never saw the young sentret. Sterling would never truly notice the petite, scrawny, ugly boy who hid behind his hair, hid under hoods and hats and in the back behind crowds. No, he noticed the young and outgoing girls. The perky blondes who he tiped extra, flirted with, winked at, all while Dustin looked away and repeated over and over in his head the thing he hated most about his trainer. "He's straight..". That was all teh boy gave Lune, the simple word that ruined Dustin's entire dream.
|
|
|
Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 14, 2013 19:34:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Oh.
He was straight. Lune feels a pang of sadness for the other, but what else can he do? He can't just go and tell him that he was sorry - because honestly, some people didn't want to hear that someone else was sorry for them. Sometimes, they just wanted to be alone - without any help, or aid. He couldn't really feel like Dustin was at the moment, but he does his best to mull over what he's about to say, so that he'd refrain from saying something stupid. He looks down, fingers locked together as he brushes a finger haphazardly against his blunt nails.
"Well, I've never ... I can't say that I really synchronize with you, Dustin. But I have to say, it was kind of hard for me, too. Maybe not as hard as you. I don't mean this to turn into a sobfest, or something!" He raises both his hands upwards in the universal surrendering pose, as he looks at the pepper shaker instead. "I didn't think that my professor would be so ... accepting, either. I thought that he would have taken a look at me, and just left. Because, you know, there's many others - especially pretty ladies - around the school. And they look ... good! Sometimes, I'd see them, and just wonder: what if ... What if? What if that person got together with him, and they'd end up being lovers? Then what? For me?" He laughs, a soft, feathery-sort of one that leaves him with enough courage to look upwards at Dustin, smiling, "it's ... oh, how do I say this? It's ... some sort of jealousy, really. And a bit of selfishness. But that's okay! We're humans, right? You and ... I. All humans. We're allowed to make mistakes, or be selfish." He pauses, taking a sip of his watered-down Sprite.
"Keep on at it. I know that you might lose inspiration, or something like that. But the truth is, how will you know its end if you don't even try?"
[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: adorable dustin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by dustin woods on Jan 15, 2013 0:44:17 GMT -5
He once had hope - a long time ago. That was before the fun day at the diner - where their not so shy waiter had a eye for Sterling. He spared him some sweet words, some winks, even a free dessert on the house. He was polite enough, giving the man awkward smiles and such, but as they left he frowned, giving a uncomfortable look and a gentle 'what a creep'. that was the day Dustin's heart sank. Of course, he kept it in his mind maybe the guy just came on too strong! Yet even that was proven wrong by his trainer's own little brother - who was very friendly and didn't mind informing the boy (who gently prodded questions) that his elder brother was quite a hater towards those that went towards the same sex - at least, the same male sex. His trainer was homophobic and Dustin wasn't sure if he was gay or not, but he knew he was falling fast for the man. Every day he tried to find flaws in the other, things to make him dislike him - but he loved even the flaws. He loved how stubborn the man even if it drove him up a wall, he loved how dedicated Sterling was to work even if it limited their time. He adored how strict Sterling tried to be, even if it meant Dustin often earning scoldings. He adored that Sterling was older, wiser and more experienced in life than himself. He was perfect, in every way at every angle. And Dustin was a plain, flawed, boy. "He's homophobic.". He mumbled these words softly but looked at the other, giving a weak smile. "..I'm giving up on them. Maybe one day, someone else will come along that likes me.". Maybe. "..but I don't like talking about myself. Tell me more about your teacher - he seems pretty cold but.. you talk so warmly of him"
|
|
|
Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 15, 2013 3:29:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] He doesn't know what else he can say. Usually, he's superb at telling others to be enthusiastic; he'd always seen himself as something very much of an optimist. But now, he didn't know what to say. He could always tell Dustin to keep on doing his best at catching the other's attention, but that might end up being a catastrophe. He can't really say much about the situation, because he doesn't really know the situation between Dustin and his ... crush. Bringing up an old habit of his, Lune goes ahead and takes the plastic straw with his forefinger and thumb, fiddling with the thing unconsciously.
"Oh, non! The worst thing you can do is give up. I promise you. I'll ... I'll persuade you. Listen." He gives Dustin a smile, deciding that a little storytime wouldn't hurt, "When I was first in my original land, I didn't want to come to Loveless. I had my own language - a creole, of sorts, of French - and learning English was too horrible. I wanted to stay there in my comforting little bubble, and not ... come to somewhere awkward and uncomfortable. But you see, I had to come. My grandparents decided to move, to here. And because my parents were working, they couldn't come along. But they thought that it was a good idea for me to come, because I had a chance, here. A chance to get better at English, and to become some sort of a native." He takes a breather, then continues. "... And, I did. After a while, though, I had the choice to leave Loveless and go back to my original home. I wanted to. Oh, I truly did!" The way he emphasizes words show just how honest he is, as he shapes his eyes into a crescent to smile. "But I didn't. Because I despite everything else, I wanted to stay. Something said to stay! And I tried to find flaws - really, I did. How people didn't speak freely to me, because I couldn't speak fluently. How I was still so awkward here. How I messed up on everyday things. ... But I didn't leave. And I think that's why I got my gijinka, here."
He was overstepping the limits of 'talking a lot', but Dustin had offered for him to talk first, so that was okay, right? Before speaking again, though, he pops in a chocolate piece and begins to chew on it, pushing the container closer to the other. "If I had left, then ... I don't know. I bet that I would have been all sad, and disappointed. But I didn't, and because of that, I got my gijinka! Although ... He's slightly crude and extremely stiff, I appreciate him like that. Because it's better to have him than to not." Then, reaching over, he pats the other's hand, still as soft and as gentle as before, showing him that he trusted and very much appreciated their newfound friendship, "I will pray for you, mon ami. Every time there is a étoile filante - a falling star - I'll pray for you. And I'm sure that it'll happen! Astronomie is such a mystérieux thing, you know!"
[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: adorable dustin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by dustin woods on Jan 15, 2013 7:14:19 GMT -5
".. I would rather have him love me as a brother and a partner, than expose my feelings and have my trainer reject me for being the sort he is disgusted by. I don't want more than our friendship - and I have that, so I'm fine. .. But I want to hear more about you". He gave a weak smile, having pushed the fries away, barely half down, and focused on drinking his soda, he knew the fizz would calm his hunger pangs. "..You seem more at home here than I do. ..Are you happy you stayed though? Truly?"
|
|
|
Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 15, 2013 8:55:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] "You can't know that for sure, mon ami. People are definitely liable to change. It's ... As if you're closing yourself down for your trainer, Dustin. To me, it sounds like you're merely grasping at straws! I try not to sound so blunt, or offensive, but that's truly how I feel." He seriously doesn't want to lose the friendship that they'd made in less than twenty minutes, so he continues with a slight, corner-upturning of a smile. "... How can I explain? Of course, I cannot change your perspective - simply because you are not Lune d'Eclair, and I am not Dustin. ... But. Harboring feelings for someone that does not return it is a sad, sad thing. That, I can understand. However, you still need to give them a chance to see how special you are!" Indeed. Multiple days - no, weeks - had passed when he'd mulled over his relationship with his dear English professor. He had wanted to give up - instead, he should have focused on his studies - but he just couldn't help it. He felt as if if he had let him go, then he would be losing something special in his life, forever. And that, he couldn't handle.
"Give him time. Let yourself give yourself some time, too. ... If that made sense." He could mess with grammar at the moment, but he really felt as if he could let that go, for a while. Besides, his scary professor wasn't here, was he? "Uh huh. I'm truly happy I stayed. I know at that time in my life, I didn't want to be here. Everything was so big, so scary! - to be honest, I was praying on those falling stars that I would be able to leave. But I've gained so much from being here, that I can't imagine myself being back at my home town. It's ... an odd, awkward feeling. It's something that you must experience on your own to find out what it feels like!" He's probably butchered the English grammar a hundred times, now, but that doesn't matter. All he's trying to do is to make Dustin feel at least a little bit better, so he tries again.
"I was wondering something. I take psychology too, you know! I was going to ask you a few questions, if you didn't mind." Of course, Dustin could say no. Not everyone wanted to be the candidate to be tested - or inquired, for that matter - on a topic of psychology. But he'd crossed his fingers.
[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: adorable dustin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
Post by dustin woods on Jan 16, 2013 1:07:32 GMT -5
Setting the drink aside, Dustin merely stared at the table silently. He wasn't optimistic. He wasn't lucky. Good things just didn't happen to the boy. He knew that, so he grabbed tight to the tiny pleasures he was allowed. His friendship with his trainer was one of the only he actually had (other than lune now?) and he didn't want to risk it. Dustin didn't speak, just swallowed thickly. He wanted to leave and hid away suddenly. The tight feeling in his chest returned, he wanted to curl up under his covers and drink himself to sleep in hopes of avoiding this conversation. He could feel his nails digging into the thigh of his legs, just nodding here and there with his bowed head. Why couldn't this be over. Why did he even bother talking about himself. He wasn't important. He didn't want a relationship with sterling. He just wanted a friendship - until Sterling tired of him or found someone better. Did it even work that way? He had no diea. All he knew is one day Sterling would find a woman, a good woman. Someone kind and loving who will pleasure and care for him and all Dustin wants was to be there and see his smile. He didn't want his kisses, his touching, his whispers of sweet words. He just wanted to see Sterling smile. ".. May we.. never talk about this again..". His voice cracked weakly while his eyes were tightly closed, though waited and slowly peered at him, lifting his head. "If we can..t..then i'll answer anything."
|
|