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Post by FoxiNinja on Jan 18, 2012 23:33:13 GMT -5
Alarik finally glanced over to Macavity, the smile disappearing from his face. The Scotsman raised an eyebrow confused for a second before looking back down at the back of Damien's head. "Well, Day-day, aren't you going to introduce this lad to your boyfriend?" He asked, obviously insinuating that he was Damien's boyfriend, not Macavity.
Damien was still utterly frozen. His skin as pale as the dead. He was unable to speak, fear and shock far too great.
Alarik smirked again, and ran a gloved hand slowly along Damien's jaw bone before reaching the Eris child's chin and grabbing it. He then forced the younger's face around and leaned down so that Damien had no choice but to stare into those blue and green orbs.
The child of chaos gulped down a huge lump of nervousness and fear. Alarik was back. Impossible. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be! Damien's memories of the abuse he recieved from this beautiful man came rushing back to him all at once.
Alarik frowned. "Well then, if you refuse to answer," He said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth whilst not letting go of the Eris camper's chin. And with that, the red-head leaned forward and planted a long kiss upon Damien's lips. He then proceded to shove his tongue into the younger teen's mouth without permission or anything.
Damien felt sick. A tear found its way down his cheek, followed by others. What could he possibly do? It didn't even seem to register that he was being taken advantage of. After the freckle-faced teen had heard the Scotsman's voice, his world, senses, and complete mind had officially frozen and shut down on him.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Jan 22, 2012 21:30:11 GMT -5
Despite the fact that he was at least half a foot shorter than the antagonizing Scotsman, Macavity stood up and looked at him in anger.
"E-excuse me, I-I w-w-would greatly appreciate i-if you st-stopped kissing my b-boyfriend." Damned stutter. He was obviously terrified.
Damien was the stronger out of their pair, yet he was reduced to silent sobs at the hands of this beautiful monster. How could Macavity let this happen?
The rage and fear crashing over him in waves, pulsating through his very being, drew the phasma to his side. Her mouth was set in a tight line, determined.
"Μήπως θα έπρεπε να τον χτύπησε, ο αδελφός? (Shall I hit him, brother?)" Elliot asked, eyes set with a deep hatred, as if she was the opposite of this being.
"Όχι... αλλά αν δεν σταματήσει ... Θα το κάνω. (No... but if he doesn't stop... I will.)" Macavity uneasily muttered to her, reaching out to grab at the redhead's arm.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Jan 24, 2012 18:20:41 GMT -5
Alarik pulled away from the 17 year old sitting in front of him, and glared at the child of darkness. "What was that laddy?" The red-head said in his crisp accent. He let go of Damien's chin, pushing the freckled child's chair out of the way and stepping forward to face and be closer to Macavity.
Damien whimpered as his chair was moved, and looked at his feet, head bowed in an attempt to focus on not throwing up and to avoid any and all forms of eye contact with Scotsman. He felt so weak and useless in this state.
"I couldn't hear you, you should speak up instead of mumbling. I'm fairly sure mumbling is rather rude." Alarik stated, looking down straight into Macavity's eyes, his own mis-matched orbs burning with an inner icey fire that most people might fall to the ground or burst into tears at. "But since I didn't get to hear what interesting information you had to share with me, I'll just assume you want some of the attention I am giving to my lovely little boyfriend, over there. I mean, who doesn't want me? I'm perfect." The red-head smirked after he said this, and took a short drag on his cigarette. He pulled the cancerous object from his mouth again, and simply said "As you wish." And with that, he dropped the cigarette, snuffed out the flame with his shoe by stepping on it and twisting his foot, then in the same motion pushed himself forward on that foot, picking his other leg up to kneel on the cot. Keeping the momentum, Alarik ever-so lightly pushed Macavity down into the infirmary bed, pinning the Birthday boy's left arm with the red-head's right. The Scotsman's free hand snaked up Macavity's back and to the back of the shorter boy's head to grab a fistful of ebony hair. Alarik then proceeded to kiss the child of darkness, forcing his tongue into Macavity's mouth, as he had done to Damien before.
Damien heard everything going on next to him, smelled the nicotine, tobacco, and tar in the air. He heard the cot creak as Alarik climbed up onto it. Anger and shame and anguish bubbled up inside him. He wanted to rip the red-head's face off. Then again, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at all happy to see the long-lost son of Apollo. yep, somewhere deep, deep, DEEP down inside of Damien, he was overjoyed to know his former 'love' was alive and well. None of that helped his current hatred for the man though. The freckle-faced teen was sitting here doing NOTHING to stop this man from taking advantage of his boyfriend. Damien felt lower than dirt at this point.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Feb 10, 2012 22:42:20 GMT -5
"As you wish." Macavity was in shock. No one had ever kissed him with such an intensity, and certainly not without permission. Dumbfounded, he closed his eyes, wanting to disappear. It was then that images of Damien flashed into his mind, and his deeply chocolate eyes snapped open.
The Scotsman was busy exploring Macavity's mouth, and he felt himself losing air. Pain tingled in his scalp from where the rough hand gripped ebony hair, and his mind raced with thoughts of how to escape this madness. Elliot had disappeared, but Macavity could feel her in his mind, whispering words of disapproval. What could he do? He was pinned... mind, soul, and body.
An idea struck him, and he quickly proceeded into the plan, however wrong he felt it to be. Macavity moaned into the kiss softly, letting his tongue join the other man's in a game of tag-you're-it. He tried to deepen the kiss as much as possible in an attempt to distract the still unnamed Scotsman. His free right hand stroked the pale cheek, and his eyes tried to search for an opening anywhere.
"The corner, brother; the shadow is deep enough," the voice of the phasma echoed in his head. "Grab Damien and get out. You know what to do." With those words resounding in his head, Macavity steeled his courage and bit down hard onto the foreign tongue that had been assailing his.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Feb 12, 2012 18:58:39 GMT -5
Alarik smirked into the kiss as he felt Macavity give in beneath him, or at least that's what he thought was happening. As he felt the Erebus camper's hand stroke against his cheek, the Scotsman moved his leg up and over to straddle the younger demigod's hips. everything was going great until--CHOMP! sudden sharp and unyielding pain in the red-head's mouth. He immediately let go of Macavity, and pulled away from him, breaking the kiss as he held his hands to his mouth and howled in muffled pain. He was now sitting heavily on the child of darkness's lower body, trying to make his tongue stop hurting. He tasted a little blood, and started swearing at the boy he was still seated on top of.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Feb 12, 2012 22:20:54 GMT -5
Air poured into his gasping lungs as he made a lunge for the Scotsman, arms reached out to push him off. Curses streamed around him in multiple languages, some brough he could not understand... Macavity was panicking. Him being straddled was not part of the plan. He pushed the man as hard as possible, reaching out for Damien's arm, trying to reach his love.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Feb 15, 2012 16:30:04 GMT -5
Damien turned slightly at the sound of the chaos behind/next to him. Alarik had been slighty pushed away and Macavity was reaching out trying to grab Damien's arm. The son of Eris sat there, his mind finally working again. Dare he go against Alarik's wishes? He'd never ever done that, not after the abuse the Apollo camper used to train him so well. But, Macavity was Damien's boyfriend now....right?....Sure, The child of Chaos and the Scotsman never OFFICIALLY broke up their relationship...but he left Damien, that meant it was over...right? you can't just disappear for a year or two with no contact, come back, and expect to pick up where you left off....right? Well Damien had run out of time to think. He'd made his decision, and he knew he may pay dearly for it later....
The Eris Camper suddenly stood up, grabbed Alarik by the arm, pulled him off the cot and to the ground. Alarik went to grab hold of Damien, but the younger teen jumped up and over the cot as quick as possible, grabbing hold of Macavity's hand and screaming, "GET US OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He was on the verge of tears, possibilities of what Alarik might do to him later already beginning to plague his mind.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Mar 3, 2012 12:50:22 GMT -5
Pulled off the cot by the momentum of his boyfriend, Macavity plunged forward, toward the shadowy corner. Elliot was screaming in his head, Damien was shouting to get out, and instincts had him by the throat. Alarik was reaching out for them, and a feral growl rose in the man's throat. Macavity raced into the shadow, trying to find an exit in a place far as possible. Relief began to flood his mind, but a chiding voice and his adrenaline prevented full relaxation.
"Alarik is not like you and I, brother." Elliot floated halfway out of a shadow, gesturing towards it before ducking back inside. "Though, this may be the refuge you seek." Damien had been silent until this point, and Macavity had the feeling that not much would be explained even when they were safe. Keeping hold of his boyfriend's hand, Macavity quickly went through the dark portal to whatever shadowy room lay ahead.
They were out. They were away. They were... "Home...? Why here? Wait-" The room did not look completely the same as his apartment back in the Bronx. It was surely a more somber place, with walls a cracking grey-silver shade and dark mahogany floors. Filtered light came through a deep red window curtain, giving just enough light to see each other by.
"Actually, we're in a house on Hades Drive. Number 34. The bad man will not follow to this place," Elliot explained, hopping onto a worn crimson sofa to lounge. "At least, not for now..." Macavity sighed, pulling a handkerchief from one of his innumerable, deep pockets as she continued to speak, an airy but curious whisper floating throughout the room.
"Can Damien still not see me? Or hear me? It may be easier for him here."
The dark-eyed teen turned to his boyfriend, calmly kissing his forehead despite the ordeal they had just gone through. "Well, Damien... Can you see her now...?"
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Post by FoxiNinja on Mar 4, 2012 14:30:49 GMT -5
Damien sapped his eyes shut as Macavity pulled him into the shadow, and followed his boyfriend blindly until he realized they were now somewhere relatively safe. Damien blinked open his eyes, still gripping his boyfriend's hand. The child of chaos glanced around the room, taking everything in. He saw Elliot and Macavity and heard them speaking. Macavity kissed Damien on the forehead, and the blue-eyed teen smiled meekly, two little tears finding their way down his face.
Macavity asked the younger demigod if he could see Elliot now. Unfortunately a lump had formed in the Eris camper's throat, so he nodded his head to answer instead of speaking. His lip quivered, and he sat on the floor, trying to calm down and take in everything that had happened.
Meanwhile, Alarik was standing in the infirmary completely dumbstruck. they had vanished into thin air! how was that even possible!? Then it hit him. "That wee shadow bastard...." He grumbled, realizing that Macavity was a son of Erebus. "He'll pay....stealing what's properly mine and then refusing me...ME, how can anyone refuse me? I'm perfect. oh well, i'll make him pay, and Damien's got a punishment waiting with his name on it."
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Mar 10, 2012 23:06:24 GMT -5
Why did these things always happen...? Macavity and Damien were perfect for each other, and the world was just rearing its ugly head, trying to tear them apart. He could barely stand it. As Damien sat himself on the floor, the older teen sunk into a black leather armchair, frowning and furrowing his brows in concentration. His mind was full of mysteries forming and unraveling before him...
Who was that devilish rogue of a man? What was Damien's past with him? What of his father's warnings? And Vincent...? Does Aravind know? And-
"Brother?" The curly-haired phasma looked at him, clucking her tongue in disapproval. "Focus on your beloved for the time being, not your enemies. War is approaching, but it is yet far off. Focus."
Macavity shook his head in disbelief. How you he have ignored Damien when he was in such a state, especially in such a foreign environment? "Ah, yes..." he trailed off quietly, continuing only at another upset glance from Elliot. "Who... what happened back there? Who was that μαλάκα?"
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Post by FoxiNinja on Mar 11, 2012 10:43:26 GMT -5
Damien smiled ever so slightly at the insult aimed at Alarik. Unfortunately, just the thought of the terrible man again brought on a new torrent of tears. The child of chaos held himself at the sides, trying to cease the shaking and sobbing long enough to explain. Instead, the sobbing and sniffling continued at a steady rate, but Damien knew he had to give some form of an explanation soon.
The child of chaos took as deep a breath as he could muster, and removed his jacket before shakily lifting his shirt up and off. The skin beneath was pale, a little piercing adorning the demigod's left nipple, and his skin was marred by many a scar. most made to look like battle wounds, and some indeed were, but there was a cluster that revealed something more sinister. Running in a somewhat straight line from below the right side rib-cage down to the middle of Damien's lower abdomen were a set of scars criss-crossing to form the name "Alarik" in crudely sliced capital letters.
The son of Eris calmed down a bit more, before explaining everything in quick bursts disrupted by sobbing every now and then. "H-his name is Alarik Jakob Judas Beck. He's 18, he'll be 19 in April, he's a son of Apollo. Me and him used to be.....t-together....He's from Scotland, which you might have guessed, we dated for about a year. He was nice to look at, and has a comforting voice, but he was horribly abusive....... physically"
Damien paused to gesture at his scars, "mentally...and....a-and...." At this, The son of Eris burst into tears yet again, thinking of the sexual abuse he received from the beautiful monster.
Damien curled up on the ground, giving into his need to cry and let out his tears. The dark wooden floor was cold against the demigod's bare chest.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 20:08:58 GMT -5
Macavity leapt onto the floor in a single, deft motion, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. Nothing would be 'alright' again. Not while they were at camp. Not while HE was there. Oh, how that cruel man made his blood boil.
"Hey, hey..." Macavity whispered as soothingly as possible. "Listen, love, I will NOT let him touch you again." The sobbing had gotten to the point where the boy of shadows felt his heart torn and in flames. He didn't notice the young phasma kneeling beside them before she put a gentle hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, rubbing small circles on the revealed skin comfortingly. Elliot seemed older than she was, whispering-
"Neither will I, Damien Romero. I am at your service. Call me when you need me." She disappeared, dissolving into a shadowy cloud, leaving the two alone. Macavity sat upright, back against the sofa, pulling Damien up with him. His mouth was set in a tight frown, but his lips parted with an intake of breath.
"Cruelty does not go unnoticed by the gods. 'My father will hear about this.'" The corners of his mouth turned up a bit at the alluded 'Harry Potter' reference, hoping that Damien would just look at him once... Just once... Macavity kissed a crystal tear away just as it escaped the shining eyes of the boy he had grown attached to. "You know I love you, right? You've stolen my heart away, love."
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 20:26:44 GMT -5
The Chaotic child was shaking, his body racked with sobs and the efforts to calm down. A small tugging in his gut signaled chaos to ensue about the two as small knick-knacks and the like shattered as well as a lightbulb of a lamp that was already off. Damien focused on the comforting words of his boyfriend and Elliot, which did indeed help to calm him. He felt Macavity pull the blue eyed boy up with him against the sofa. The child of chaos felt the child of darkness kiss away a tear, and he couldn't help but give a weak and quivering smile. His eyes blinked open to meet the dark orbs of his boyfriend. The pierced teen nodded as a response to Macavity's words. "I love you." He croaked out, his eyes never leaving Macavity's.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 20:40:26 GMT -5
"I love you." Macavity smiled, feeling most of the rage dissipate. Though, revenge was still fresh in his mind. How could he not be upset? How could he not feel like tearing out the Scotsman's throat? Maybe, he mused, it would keep him from singing. Just what he needed, too. ANOTHER singer. Like Vincent wasn't enough to deal with.
"How do you feel? I'll do anything for you. Anything." Brown eyes locked on blue, and Macavity poured his feeling through that one bond. He really did mean ANYTHING.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 20:48:44 GMT -5
Damien smiled too and responded, "I love you too." They sat like that for a while before Macavity spoke again and the two stared into each other's eyes. Damien leaned forward and placed a gentle and innocent kiss against his boyfriend's lips. The chaotic child's lips were salty from tears. Then He pulled away, he smiled sadly at the child of darkness, and said, "I only wish you wouldn't have to look at this, " He pointed to the scars spelling out Alarik's name. "I feel guilty when i look at it....and I feel like you hate me when you see it on me....but i'm stuck with it for life...."
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