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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 2, 2012 22:59:13 GMT -5
Talon bolted upright, panting. His sheets fell off him and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as tears welled up in his eyes -- an uncontrollable human reaction to the nightmare that had just jolted him from his sleep. It was exactly like his other nightmares, but with one slight change. This time after he watched his sister take her last breaths in the hospital, all the while smiling like the perfect, innocent, precious human being she was, dream-Talon was dragged out of her hospital room and suddenly ended up in his dorm room with Dakota. The two were making out on one of the beds, and then Dakota burst into flames and disappeared. He knew his roommate's power did not affect him in that way, but in the dream it had, and it had freaked him out. On top of dreaming about his sister's death like he did every other time he fell asleep, it had all completely rattled him.
He clambered out of bed and crossed the room barefoot, not really noticing how cold it was in the room. He sat on Dakota's bed and shook him. He didn't care that it was three o'clock in the morning. The nightmare had left him shaken. He needed more reassurance that Dakota was okay than just seeing him sleeping in the dark. Plus a warm body would be nice. And did it matter to Talon that their third roommate was sleeping across the room? No, not at all. Talon didn't care what the guy thought, but their roommate was pretty blind to the random makeout sessions between Talon and Dakota anyway. Plus Talon was pretty sure their roommate was the heaviest sleeper ever. He shook Dakota more roughly, needing him to be awake.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Nov 3, 2012 14:27:59 GMT -5
Dakota had been sleeping for the most part. Tonight his dreams weren't infected with nightmares about fire. As surprising as it was, he was glad to get sleep, even if it took him a good few hours to even fall asleep with his insomnia. He hadn't been sleeping for long when he felt someone shaking him, lightly at first as if it was a pat of some dream and then more roughly, so he opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Talon's face in the darkness of the room. Damn, what time was it? He rubbed his eyes, looking up at his roommate who looked terrified. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up slowly, still feeling Talon's hand on his arm.
For weeks, they'd had some sort of weird relationship ever since the first time they'd made out and Dakota burned his chest. He wasn't sure what to call it, or what it meant, but all he knew was that there was something about it that made him happy.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 3, 2012 15:40:46 GMT -5
When Dakota finally stirred and look at him, Talon let out a breath of relief. He looked down at Dakota and smiled, then ran his hand through his roommate's hair. He was warm, as usual, but no where near as hot as he had been the first time Talon had gotten close to him. The burn on his chest was basically healed. There was a little scarring, but Talon didn't mind. And Dakota seemed to be more in control of his power now than he was that one day. Their makeout sessions since had been heated, but nothing had erupted in flames.
"Nothing's wrong," he lied, then lay down next to Dakota, his hand still threaded in his roommate's hair. "Not anymore, anyway." He grinned and then brought his face close, closing his eyes. "Just a stupid dream I had."
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Nov 3, 2012 15:50:36 GMT -5
Dakota eyed Talon warily as he ran a hand through his hair and laid down next to him. If nothing was wrong he wouldn't have woken Dakota up. He rolled over to face his roommate as Talon moved closer and closed his eyes. "A stupid dream?" he asked. It seemed to be taking a toll on Talon, so it wasn't stupid.
Dakota had to admit that sometimes he was paranoid of their roommate and what he thought of them, but he tried to ignore it. "What was it about?" he asked, his face close to Talon's.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 3, 2012 15:59:23 GMT -5
Talon exhaled deeply through his nose and ran his hand down Dakota's arm. He opened his eyes and met Dakota's gaze in the darkness of the room and shrugged with the shoulder he wasn't lying on. "Just the usual haunting nightmates and such," he said vaguely. "Except different." His eyes glazed over as the memory of the dream came back to him and he shivered, shutting his eyes once more and willing himself to forget the terrifying images his subconcious had produced. "I don't want to talk about it," he added, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand searched in the darkness until it found one of Dakota's and he squeezed it. "I already feel better, lying here next to you."
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Nov 3, 2012 16:08:47 GMT -5
Dakota closed his eyes and exhaled as he felt Talon's hand move down his arm. He wasn't used to being this close to somebody. Not for a long time, but Talon still stuck around even after Dakota burned him, something he still felt bad about when he saw the faint scar when they made out.
He nodded at Talon, even if he couldn't see it. "Then you don't have to talk about it," he assured him as he felt Talon's hand clasp his own under the sheets. He knew that Talon obviously had some turmoil going on. He could see it in his eyes at certain times, but he didn't want to pressure Talon to talk about it. That and he knew that everybody had their secrets, on the other hand, he didn't want those secrets to eat Talon alive. He squeezed his hand back and felt himself grinning in the darkness at what Talon said. "Glad to help." He said, feeling the thrill of someone being so close to him and the heat emitting from his body was warming them both.
A girl named Silver who he'd met in the forest helped him think of a way to try and release the fire when it built up too much, a safe way and he knew he'd have to try it soon. He didn't want to hurt anybody else, or feel the feelings of rage he tried to counter. He knew he should tell Talon about it, see if he thought it would be a good idea. It was so simple, but he'd never thought of it.
"Hey, Talon?" he asked in the silence, the peaceful silence that had enveloped them. "I think I found a way to let the fire free without hurting anybody. Some girl suggested I release the fire in water, so it creates steam." He wanted to try it.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 3, 2012 16:18:43 GMT -5
A small smile tugged at Talon's lips. He was grateful that Dakota was not going to press the issue of the dream. He knew it wasn't better to stifle it, but what else was he supposed to do? He couldn't talk to Dakota about it. It would only make Dakota think he was having nightmares about his fire or something. He didn't want to make the guy feel any more guilty than he already was.
"Water," Talon repeated, testing out the idea in his mind. Fire plus water did make steam. But there wasn't always water around... Talon's eyes lit up slightly. They should totally make out in the pool! The idea was so brilliant! Why hadn't he thought of that? "That's something you should definitely test out," he said, then propped himself up slightly and moved even closer to Dakota until their lips were almost touching.
"Tell me," he said, his lips brushing against Dakota's as he spoke. "Does this bring on enough heat to make a fire?" He didn't move, only closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as he longed for Dakota to close the rest of the paper thing distance.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Nov 3, 2012 16:24:58 GMT -5
"Glad you think so," Dakota said with a nod. "I've been thinking about it since she suggested it and soon I'm going to need to test it out, before it builds up so much that I become enraged again. I was thinking of trying it in the pool, or maybe while I'm showering is better. Nobody to see." It was embarrassing that he couldn't actually use his fire, but had to use it in a controlled environment where it turned to steam instead. He didn't need to be ridiculed even more for being a loser, but Talon was so encouraging.
He wasn't sure what he'd thought of the guy the first time he met him, walking in on him smoking in the bedroom, his leather jacket open to reveal his bare chest. He seemed closed off and broody, but maybe Dakota was just attracted to that, because it gave him a mystery to figure out.
He didn't think of what it meant that he was attracted to Talon, only that he was and when Talon propped himself up and moved closer to his face, he smiled, closing his eyes as he spoke and his lips brushed against Dakota's. "Probably," he breathed, before capturing Talon's lips with his own.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 3, 2012 16:45:18 GMT -5
At the mention of showering, Talon could not help the image that popped into his mind. He happily let it replace the nightmarish images from before, and grinned. Yeah, thinking about Dakota showering was definitely a lot more fun than anything else he could think of.
When Dakota kissed him, the image melted away and he focused only on the feel of his roommate's lips on his and the closeness of their bodies. There was a chill in the room that Talon had felt over by his bed, but being close to Dakota had gotten rid of that immediately. He didn't need to, but he pulled one of the bed sheets over them in case their roommate woke up. The sheet was thin, so hopefully it would not get too stifling. He wrapped an arm around Dakota, pulling him closer as they made out. Yes, this was definitely chasing the dreams away. All he had to do was keep kissing Dakota. In a moment of pure passion, Talon pulled away for air and grinned into Dakota's lips. "I think I love you," he whispered before pressing his lips once again to his roommate's. He didn't care if Dakota caught fire again and consumed him. He was already consumed in a different way, and if he died like this, well, it wasn't the worst way to go.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Nov 4, 2012 18:23:41 GMT -5
Dakota grinned into the kiss, his hands moving up Talon's sides as they made out, his legs tangling with his in the sheets. Something felt like it made sense when he was kissing Talon. He didn't know how else to explain it, but he really liked being close to him. He didn't know how to think about it in any bigger way yet, as he wasn't sure exactly what it meant.
When Talon pulled away, he whispered a few words before devouring Dakota's lips again. Words that stuck with Dakota as their lips molded together, hands frantically searching each other's bodies. I think I love you...
Dakota pulled away, a wary look on his face, breathing heavily as he looked at Talon. Love? Dakota didn't even know what being in love was like. He liked Talon, he knew he did, but he hadn't really thought about it enough yet, he didn't know what it meant for him. "Talon...I..." he stammered. "I don't know...what this means. I...don't even know if I'm gay or bi-sexual or whatever. I just..." Oh man, he was making a fool of himself and he didn't want to hurt Talon.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 4, 2012 19:24:44 GMT -5
Suddenly Dakota was not there anymore. Talon opened his eyes to be greeted with air, his mouth open slightly in surprise and his brows knitted in disappointment. Why had he pulled away. Talon tried to close the distance again, but Dakota's words stopped him, slamming into him like a brick wall.
For a moment he just stared at Dakota as his words sunk in. Dakota didn't love him. Okay. That was fine. But he didn't even know if he felt anything for Talon? He didn't even know if he was gay or just having a bit of fun? Talon sat up, feeling used. He had allowed himself to feel attached to Dakota, to think their makeout sessions had been more than just what Dakota saw them as.
He felt like a complete idiot.
He swallowed and then got out Dakota's bed, shaking his head. "I..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry," he eventually whispered, tearing his eyes from Dakota. "I don't know why I said that. I mean I do feel... Nevermind. I'm sorry." He fell silent, then turned to cross the room. He had to get out of there. His chest felt like it was caving in. Talon usually avoided this stuff. He knew better than this. He knew what it was like to lose his sister. Why did he allow himself to get so attached to Dakota after such a short time? He was too fragile. He had not allowed himself to feel for anyone, so when he did for once let his guard down, he moved too fast. Felt too strongly. He didn't know what he was doing, and now he had ruined everything.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Nov 4, 2012 19:29:46 GMT -5
The moment the words left his lips, Dakota knew they'd come out all wrong, completely wrong. "Talon...I didn't...I didn't mean that I don't like you. I mean, I do like you and I....I'm just confused, okay? I never thought about being so close to somebody because I thought my power wouldn't allow for it," he ranted, sitting up in his bed and looking after Talon who was a figure standing in the dark of the dorm room.
It probably came off as he'd been using Talon. He wasn't, was he? He just didn't know how...he didn't know who he was. He was so concentrated on avoiding his power, that he didn't take the time to figure out who he was.
It made him so angry, so angry that he'd almost allowed himself to feel comfortable with someone and that he wanted to be there for Talon and then he'd screwed it all up. He felt the rage bubbling up and tried to contain it.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 4, 2012 20:33:08 GMT -5
(ooc: Trigger warning: The following post contains an attempted suicide. Not for the faint of heart, though I tried not to go too much into it)
Talon shook his head as he found his way to the door. He stumbled when he tripped over someone's shoe and kicked it to the side before stopping at the door with one hand on the wall and one on the knob of the door.
"It's fine, Dakota," he said quietly. "I just... I need some air." But instead of changing into a bird and flying out the window like he usually would if he just needed air, he walked out into the corridor and down the hall, trying to get as far from the room and Dakota as possible when all he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die.
Die.
Forget cigarettes. Forget all of this painful, slow, torturous crap. He didn't want this anymore. He didn't want life. It had done nothing but be a bitch to him. It had taken his sister away. And now it was mucking up his life, making him look like a complete fool in front of his roommate. Yes, he loved Dakota, but apparently not enough to realise that all he was doing was confusing the poor guy. Disgusted with himself and fed up with it all, he pushed his way through several doors, slumping down multiple hallways until he couldn't go any further.
The room he stepped into had white tiled floors and smelled of differed kinds of perfumes and flowers. It was amazing. Relaxing.
One of the girls bathrooms, of course.
But Talon didn't care. Between what just happened and the dream he had been woken up from, he just couldn't do it anymore. He could not care less. And this time there would be no one to stop him. Dakota did not know enough about him to think about it. His parents were far and Summer was who knows where. He had not allowed himself to get close to anyone, and everyone was sleeping, anyway. He was alone. And he could finally rid himself of the world. Of life. Of everything. He should have done this ages ago. He had tried, but obviously had been unsuccessful.
But not tonight.
Tonight would be different.
A quick glance around the bathroom told Talon this one was unlike all the rest. There were showers. His face remained expressionless, but he felt slightly shocked. Had he really walked this far? He had found his way to the girls communal bathroom. Then his eyes landed on something on the sink's counter. He blinked. A razor. He picked it up and broke it until one of the sharp blades came loose. He only needed one.
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She couldn't take this anymore. Talon had tried this before, but someone was always nearby to help him. But not this time. No, this time he was alone. Completely helpless, trapped inside his own mind. Letting guilt and years of depression eat away at him. She had been young when it happened. It had been an accident. Their parents were the ones who had been smoking at the time, where she had contracted the second-hand smoke. The cancer that killed her. But it was Talon who felt most of the guilt.
She could never leave him, not when he was always like this. Always depressed. Her heart broke for him. But she could do nothing. Silver tears rolled down her pasty cheeks and she turned her face away when her brother dug the blade through his skin, barely flinching as he did so. It was like the pain didn't bother him. But this wasn't the pain he was trying to stop feeling. It was every other pain. He couldn't handle the emotional stress that came with life. The guilt. The regret. The sadness. The anger. All of it.
"Talon!" she cried out, crouching next to him. He could never hear her, and every time she tried to touch him she only went through him. She was a ghost and nothing she did would ever get his attention. He could not see her. "Talon, don't," she sobbed. "Please don't do this." As the blood poured from his veins, she couldn't take it anymore. She ran. Through the school corridors she ran, silver transparent tears streaking her cheeks as she went. She didn't know where she could go for help, but she had to try. She couldn't let him do this to himself. He deserved a happy life, but he only knew misery.
"Help!" she called out as she ran, forcing herself to speak through her sobs. No one had ever heard her before, but she had to try. She wouldn't let Talon die. "Please! Someone help!"
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Nov 4, 2012 20:49:29 GMT -5
Dakota felt sick and so he rushed to the window, practically tripping over his sheets and opened the window. Their third roommate woke up to yell at him to shut it and how he was a dumbass for opening the window when it was so cold outside, but Dakota needed to feel the cool breeze ruffle his hair. He should go after Talon. He should be doing so, but he was so angry that he felt the urge to burst into flames completely and that he needed to just burn something to feel better.
He hated how he didn't know himself anymore, how his power kept him from getting to know himself. Why couldn't he just accept the power he had and use it? Why was it so hard? He was blinded by the rage and without much thought, he'd shot fire out of his hands at a nearby tree, outside of their window and as it caught fire...he just stared at it.
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Three a.m. and Jade was still wide awake. She'd been outside for a while, getting some fresh air to smoke a cigarette. She respected her two roommates enough not to smoke in front of them and in such a tight space with three people in it. Besides, smoking was her problem and shouldn't be anybody else's. Lanie was away for the moment, she supposed visiting her parents, as she often did even though they couldn't see her. Jade was appreciating the moment of silence to herself, closing her eyes and letting the wind ruffle her messy black hair.
When the cold air was too much for her to handle, she'd let herself back in the doors quietly, wrapping her arms around herself and her faded black leather jacket she had over her black t-shirt and ripped pajama bottoms. A girl was rushing down the hallway, sobbing loudly and screaming for help.
Jade was immediately on alert and regarded the girl with a concerned stare. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked, compassionately. "What's going on?" Sometimes it was as if she didn't even realize whether or not the people she was talking to were dead or alive. After a while, it all blurred together. Dead people were just as alive, if not more, to her anyway. And whether or not this girl was a spirit or not, she was looking for help and something about the little girl reminded her of Lanie and she wouldn't ignore her cries.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 4, 2012 21:04:37 GMT -5
She stopped and stared at the girl speaking to her.
"You can see me," she whispered. Her bright blue eyes wide with wonder as she looked up in wonder at the girl. How was this possible? No one had ever been able to see her before.
She blinked. That didn't matter right now!
"Please!" she said, rushing up the girl. She would have tugged at the girl's shirt or arm if she could, but it was impossible. She was a ghost.
"My brother," she sobbed. "You have to help my brother. He... He's hurt. Follow me, please!" Then she turned and ran back to Talon, her blonde pigtails bouncing wildly as she moved.
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Talon leaned against the wall of one of the bathroom stalls. He had crawled over here in some weak attempt of hiding himself in case anyone decided to use the bathroom. It was early morning now, and though Talon was usually asleep until as late as possible, he knew some people liked to wake up early. He would never have to do that again. He closed his eyes, finding the thought peaceful. It was almost over. The process was slow, but he could feel it now. The energy was draining out of him. Soon it would all be over.
A smile formed on his lips at the thought.
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