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Post by kohaku lebara on Mar 1, 2013 5:56:47 GMT -5
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Still holding the other's hand, Kohaku gently tugged Valour's fingers close, softly kissing the joints of the man's fingers with the alcohol wet lips. Speaking of which, he only pulled away from his little affections to finish off another of the small cups, setting it down once more and resting his forehead against the other's knuckles, gently sighing. His thing fingers hung tight to the other. He never said it, but he always soaked in every little bit of affection from the other he could muster. It was special. "My paper was not important. Just on the latest chapter. Medical rambling that I will never use upfront." He sighed. He didn't sound tired, but exhausted. He was. Kohaku was a painful masochist. His only relief from stress was burying himself in work. Well. It was clear how well that went. [/style] |
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Post by valor chessaire on Mar 1, 2013 7:10:14 GMT -5
Valor watched the man, simply watched, for a good few minutes, after which, he laughed. Really? The man didn't know the faces of those that taught him? What sort of fun was that? " Do you not have live video classes? I could have sworn that was how these onine schools were run these days," he chortled, shaking his head as the other went for his hand, touching them.. kissing them. From time to time, Valor wondered just what thoughts ran through his counterpart's mind. When they shared such odd affections. Valor tended to act as he did to most anyone. Though, in most cases, he was hoping to end with a bedding partner. With Kohaku, that wasn't his intention. Not the majority of the time, at the very least. Grinning, Valor pulled a hand back from the other, moving it to stroke the man's locks. It wasn't much as far as affections usually went for the blonde. ... Did he dare to ask? He'd asked so many times prior that the question seemed a waste of time, but still.. " Then why do it?" It was a pointless question. " It would give you time to do more that you would rather do. Things like... sleep. Or perhaps you could court a nice girl.. or something of that sort."
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Post by kohaku lebara on Mar 1, 2013 7:20:32 GMT -5
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His hands were not on the other, but he did rest a hand on the other's thigh, whispering words the other didn't want to hear. "I need to. I need to prove myself. To me. To him." Valour knew the him. He also knew, Kohaku was at that point. He was open. Worse, he was hurt. The wall was crumbling, the water was leaking in. The issue now, was if the gijinka could handle the flood. [/style] |
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Post by valor chessaire on Mar 1, 2013 7:42:39 GMT -5
It was the truth. Worst of it all, it was something that Valor was already aware of. The one thing that always set him uneasy.. was the fact that Kohaku could make himself so miserable to prove himself to a man that.. made him miserable. Someone that did not deserve Kohaku's time, didn't deserve to be in Kohaku's thoughts.. Didn't deserve to have Kohaku as a son. But perhaps Valor's anger toward such an incompetent man and father was.. a biased opinion. " What do you have to prove to a man like that, hm? Kohaku, you're a wonderful man and an even better father. What more could be asked of you?" It was what he wanted, however, for the man to speak freely with him. From time to time, this was his means of discovering what was going on in the man's head. Of course, it all usually came down to the same subjects. " I believe you need some taking care of, friend. What do you say, hm?" he asked, placing a finger under the man's chin to lift his head and peck his lips. He gave a cheeky smile, " Do you not feel lonely, Loverboy?"
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Post by kohaku lebara on Mar 1, 2013 8:02:41 GMT -5
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He was cracking. It was pretty rare he fell this far. However, Valour seemed to catch him before he fell too deep. Kohaku stared at the man, rather confused. It took him a moment for the words to click, and he only frowned. "You know the answer to that. Why even ask" He was always lonely. Always terrified. His hand rested on Valour's wrist, but his eyes fell closed with a shaken sigh. He had been alone every day for too long. He tried to fill the hole with everything he could, nothing worked. He lowered his head a bit, his grip a bit tighter on the other "Of fucking course I am" [/style] |
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