devon hawthorne
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 4, 2008 12:24:03 GMT -5
devon took a deep breath, sucking at his lip a little to try and stop it bleeding. because it was only making him hungrier for fletcher's blood again. so he tried not to think about the blood and think about the task in hand, explaining the only reason for this he could think of. devon sat in his own chair, curling up too, it was easier that way. even if he wanted to go over there and cuddle with fletcher, but it was probably best right now that they stayed firmly away from physical contact. like kissing, kissing was a NO!
"t-this is k-kind o-of hard to explain... devon began. trying to find the right words so fletcher would understand what the hell he was talking about. which was always a good idea. "w-when... when we d-drink blood, we g-get a k-k-kind of... high. w-with certain... p-people, it's stronger, f-for different r-reasons." devon paused here, collecting his thoughts. "i'm g-guessing... b-because we're s-so close, the b-bond was stronger w-w-when i d-drank your blood..." devon hoped it made sense to fletcher. and now he had said it out loud, it sounded more right.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 4, 2008 12:41:32 GMT -5
Fletcher listened as patiently as he could; trying to take in what the other boy was telling him was a strain in itself. So he was...high...off of his blood. That made a little sense, sure. If he was so hyped up on the blood, that still didn’t explain why he kissed him. He couldn’t figure it out. Dev was his best friend, he reminded himself, and that was enough for him. Making a decision after several moments of considering and re-considering certain thoughts, he looked over at Devon. “I...yeah, I get it.” That was a horrible attempt at a lie, but hopefully it would pass.
This was all too much at once. He needed to do something to distract himself. A movie—yes, a movie. They had those in the library, didn’t they? Launching himself out of his seat, he grabbed the front of Dev’s shirt and attempted to pull him to his feet. “Let’s watch a movie. I don’t have any popcorn, but hey, it’ll work the same.” He paused to think of a movie he hadn’t seen, or one that they both enjoyed. No idea. They’d have to go shelf-browsing. Then he realized how he was acting. “Um. If you want to.”
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devon hawthorne
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 4, 2008 14:01:16 GMT -5
devon raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched fletcher, having finished the only thing he could think of speech, say that he got it... well it was quite obvious that fletcher was still confused, but devon didn't blame him. fletcher had never felt it, it was overpowering sometimes. devon had of course left out the lust part that came with it. he didn't want to completely freak out his best friend. though he told fletcher practically everything, some things were just better left unsaid. like this for instance. but devon only sighed, nodding and looked down. he hated it when fletcher lied just to try and make things better, but right now it seemed like a rather good idea to forget all about it, in all honesty.
suddenly he was grabbed and pulled to his feet by his shirt, his eyes widened and he backed away a little. devon didn't like how, well, violent fletcher had just been. his best friend really did hate him! devon's lower lip trembled slightly and he curled up back into his chair. he didn't want to watch a movie, so he shook his head, and looked away from fletcher. he and devon had never been violent in any way, shape or form to each other before, and in all honesty, devon was scared. he may have been a vampire with super strength, but fletcher could rip him to shreds in seconds if he wanted to.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 4, 2008 14:49:32 GMT -5
No-no! He hadn’t meant to do that. He hadn’t meant to—it was impulse, the stress! It hurt, the look on Devon’s face as he backed away. “Stress,” he blurted out, to try to help calm the obvious fear in the other’s eyes. As he hadn’t understood the bloodlust, he didn’t expect Dev to understand this either. Things just happened when he was under pressure or stressed out. He acted more like a wild animal than regular Fletcher; sometimes it came out in transformation, other times in violence, and sometimes in cruelty. “I...didn’t mean to. Sorry.” He...he really hadn’t done anything like that to Dev, had he? That was the sad thing: the sophomore had always been the one to take away the stress.
“I’ll just sit over here,” he managed to choke out, crawling back on the chair. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Devon, but he sure as hell didn’t want to sit in an awkward silence either. What did the other boy want to do—well, anything was kind of awkward at this point. Fletcher wanted to stay, though. Forgive me, please, he pleaded in his thoughts, as if the other could hear him. I didn’t mean it, I swear, I didn’t mean it... Folding his arms over his knees, he buried his head there in thought and sighed. High school really sucked, even if you could drop another student off the pyramids...
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devon hawthorne
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Post by devon hawthorne on Aug 10, 2008 9:00:03 GMT -5
devon just sat, curled up. he didn't know what to do, and most definitely he didn't know what to say. he heard fletcher blurt something about stress. and he gave a quick nod so it didn't seem like he was ignoring fletcher, not wanting him to get angry again. devon finally looked up as he heard fletcher's apology, and he knew his best friend truly was sorry. a small sigh came from devon and he unwrapped himself as fletcher choked out "i'll just sit over here." he was so stupid. he should have known that fletcher hadn't meant to be so rough, devon knew fletcher would never hurt him. at least not intentionally.
crawling over towards his best friend he climbed into the ample space of the chair with fletcher, and snuggled himself against him. wrapping strong arms around the werewolf, holding fletcher close. "i'm sorry, fletcher. you just scared me." devon whispered. this was screwed up. he should have never have drank fletcher's blood, and he would make sure never to again. especially if it caused this many problems. devon despised the thought of ever losing fletcher. the vampire knew he wouldn't ever be able to bare it.
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Post by fletcher cross on Aug 10, 2008 13:11:38 GMT -5
Devon hated him. He had screwed up, and now he was going to spend the rest of his life at Winterthorne being glared at from around corners and talked about behind his back. He hadn’t meant to flip out like that. In fact, he wasn’t even sure why he did. Fletcher was the type of person who chased butterflies through the grass beside the lake, not the type who lifted you up by your shirt and demanded your lunch money before he beat the shit out of you. It must have had something to do with the blood thing. Or maybe it was...Devon kissing him. Something was wrong, and it was making him do weird things. He’d dwell on that later—perhaps when he wasn’t avoiding moving or looking at his best friend.
Suddenly, there was a sinking feeling on his chair. He looked over to the new weight added, Devon, and watched as the boy crawled closer to him and wrapped his arms around him. He leaned into the vampire, resting his head on the boy’s chest. “No, I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have...” Done any of this, really, but he wasn’t going to say that. He sighed into the boy’s shirt, curling his arms in the small space between the two of them. “What now?” he asked, for lack of anything else to say. Today wasn’t really going as planned. Plus, the whole lack-of-blood was getting to him now. He was a little...tired. That was the best word. Tired.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Aug 10, 2008 13:25:38 GMT -5
devon sighed softly, wondering silently to himself what had caused fletchers outburst. it was probably his fault. devon had taken his blood, and then kissed him. and why HAD he kissed his best friend? it was weird, and he didn't like this new feeling. but he was putting it down to the blood. it was something so much easier to blame. devon smiled though as he felt fletcher lean into him. maybe things were not as bad as they seemed. after all, devon was never able to stay the slightest bit mad at fletcher at all, ever.
shaking his head softly, devon smiled. "it's f-forgotten. we all lose our c-cool sometimes." devon pecked fletcher on the cheek and snuggled into his best friend. shrugging a little, devon sighed. "want to j-just s-snuggle?" snuggling sounded good right now. devon needed to just be held by fletcher right now. or the other way around. whatever.
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Post by fletcher cross on Aug 10, 2008 13:52:08 GMT -5
He listened to Devon’s sigh and silently damned the existence of vampires. Cocky bastards—aside from, of course, Devon and Andrew. They thought they could just make up all these rules and magically make blood-sucking a sexual thing when they hadn’t thought about poor little werewolves who didn’t want to feel that way about their best friends. They hadn’t thought about increased chance of random ass-kicking and wanting to curl up in a dark hole. Really, they hadn’t thought this whole vampire thing out very well. Especially the part where every mood swung back to where it started, and Fletcher found himself snuggling closer against Devon. Actually, all of this was more confusing than irritating.
“Okay,” he whispered against the other’s shirt, unsure of what else to say. He barely noticed as Devon kissed his cheek; he was too focused on ignoring the scent of rotting flesh that radiated off the other boy as he lay against him. It really sucked that they had to smell like that. Vampires, that is. All of them smelled like dead bodies that had been hanging in a musty old closet for a while. It was a pain in the ass, sure, but he was trying to ignore it. It was kind of a turn-off when you told your boyfriend that he smelled like a carcass. “Yeah...snuggling sounds good.” He curled up against Dev again and closed his eyes, a small smile coming to his face.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Aug 10, 2008 14:11:50 GMT -5
a whispered ok was all it took. and that was devon gone into the world of his lovely thoughts, that right now were not so lovely. in fact, right now, he wished his brain would just shut up. he was still buzzed from drinking blood, fletchers blood, and he was tempted to turn and feed more. but he knew that it would most likely hurt fletcher badly if he did. he could tell fletcher was tired anyway, and tired and taking blood was not a good mix. the most annoying thing about his brain right now, is all he could think about was why he had kissed fletcher. in all honesty, he just wanted to forget about it, thank you very much.
'yeah... snuggling sounds good.' snuggling sounded very good in fact. devon smiled and bit gently at his lips, following suit and closing his eyes. he was pretty tired himself if he was being honest. but the buzzing was a little too annoying to be able to fall asleep with. no matter how comfortable snuggling with his best friend was. even if it was like snuggling with a dog... though when he thought about it, fletcher was a wolf. and he couldn't help but wonder what fletcher looked like as one.
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Post by fletcher cross on Aug 11, 2008 12:03:46 GMT -5
As he lay there, trying to calm himself and push all of the past events out of his mind, certain memories kept popping up in his head in that annoying fashion that his brain usually worked in. Devon on top of him, Devon kissing his neck, Devon licking his blood off of him—Devon full-force kissing him. He squirmed uncomfortably for a moment before remember who he was laying on, and tried to lay as still as possible. He didn’t want to think about those things; they only further confused him. But he did like having his blood drawn from him—he liked it a lot. Even if he was tired, tired to even move off of his best friend, he wanted Devon to drink from him again. Badly.
A sharp pang hit his stomach in the middle of his thoughts. He groaned slightly; he knew that pain: transformation. He needed to push those thoughts firmly out of his head before he ended up as a fluffy wolf in the middle of a deserted library. Not to mention the fact that, if he tried to change back, he’d be completely naked—and with the way things were going with Devon, that really wouldn’t help much. He moved one arm from under the vampire to clutch his stomach, figuring that somehow it would stop the pain. It was like having sharp icicles thrust into him from all sides (which actually wouldn’t have been a problem if that was really happening, seeing as he controlled ice). It still hurt like hell, though. So, he tried to let his mind wander to other things. I wonder where Andrew is... Sharp pang. Okay, no Andrew. This is really warm. Sharp pang. Er—okay, I love my— Sharp pang, sharp pang, sharp pang. His brow furrowed as he tried to calm the pain.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Aug 13, 2008 10:49:12 GMT -5
devon was entirely comfortable in his current position, yet still it felt awkward. which he found extremely annoying, seeing as how spending time with his best friend shouldn't be awkward but hey, beggars can't be choosers. devon knew he was lucky that fletcher was even still talking to him after everything that had just happened. and the ever growing hunger was really starting to get him down. it wasn't exactly convenient to be hungry at a time like this, not with fletcher. damn hormones.
jumping slightly as he heard a groan, devon reopened his eyes and looked over at his best friend. worry raised in him as he watched fletcher, the boy looked in pain. oh no. maybe devon had hurt him? maybe it was some sort of side effect from feeding off him. damn it. devon guessed it wasn't a good idea to panic, so instead he tried to block it out. but he had to do something. "er... f-fletch? y-you ok?" way to go there, devon he didn't know what to say, and he sure as hell didn't know what to do.
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Post by fletcher cross on Aug 19, 2008 16:51:42 GMT -5
He sputtered uselessly, clutching to his stomach as he tried to ease down the pain. He hated this. Andrew always complained how Fletcher was so much closer to being human than he was. He didn’t have to deal with turning into a wolf every time something pissed him off too bad. He didn’t have to deal with the pain that burned through his insides as it threatened to change him on the spot. He didn’t have to worry about being naked when he shifted back into his preferred form, or being embarrassed because of changing in the first place. So all in all, there were way more advantages to being a vampire, no matter how much closer Fletcher was to being human. What was so great about being a human, anyway?
“Grfful,” he finally choked out after several moments of struggling to make a sound. Grfful. No wonder he had problems talking to cute guys, if all he could say to his best friend was “grfful”. His eyes closed tightly and then flew open again seconds later, startled by the amount of pain that was going into this transformation. Never before had he experienced such excruciating pain in one sitting. He gaped, expression falling blank, and then went limp. For a few seconds it seemed as if he had passed out, but his body twitched, flopped to the ground, and began to shake. Panting, he dragged himself behind one of the bookshelves so Devon didn’t have to see the worst of it. Three seconds later, all pain had stopped, and the world looked a little different. It felt, different, too. He whimpered quietly, and then barked.
A marshmallow colored wolf lay amongst the toppled-over books, which had been knocked down during... “the worst of it”.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Oct 6, 2008 8:58:10 GMT -5
devon was beginning to panic, even if he knew that wasn't a good idea. panicking in these types of situations was never a good idea. it was best to stay calm and rationally think about it. but what was there to think about. his best friend was in, what looked like, large amounts of pain... and it may have been his fault. that was worth panicking over. as fletcher managed to choke something out, devon bit his lip hard. "f-f-f-fletch?" what was he meant to do? and what did 'grfful' mean? thats when devon finally worked it out, what was wrong. fletcher was transforming. devon let out a gasp as fletcher seemed to go limp. devon had never been in this position before, he didn't know what to do.
a shake told devon that fletcher wasn't dead, or passed out. devon just watched helplessly as fletcher dragged himself away. devon bit as his lip like it was going out of fashion. but it seemed to be over quickly. everything went silent. "f-fletch?" devon called out shakily, hearing a whimper, and then a bark. devon nearly screamed as he heard the bark. devon made his way around behind the shelfs, gasping as he there was no sign of his best friend, just a wolf laying among a pile of books. devon ran over and threw some of the books away, on his knees and stroking fletcher's fur. which devon had to say, was extremely soft. "a-are you ok?"
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Post by fletcher cross on Nov 9, 2008 8:20:54 GMT -5
There was something very wrong about this. He could hear Devon, but could not say anything in response. He tried to move his legs, but ended up shuffling more pages of books. That was the first thing he realized: he was covered in books. Okay, so I'm in the library, he thought numbly. After the shock of transformation, his brain was slowly adjusting to what had happened to him in his human body. Slowly the events of the night came back to him and he shut his eyes. So where did that leave him now? Unfortunatey, he knew the answer to that...specifically by the cream-colored tail that lay crushed under more books. He tried to lift it, but found the pain too much, and instead closed his eyes again miserably. I hate my life.
The gasp had not registered in his mind, but as soon as he felt the weight being removed from his body, he knew that Devon was next to him. His body heaved up and down as he breathed freely again, eyes still closed. Then he felt something he hadn't felt in a while: fingers trailing through his fur. He shivered, unsure of what to do, and let his eyes flutter open (which were, amazingly enough, the same shade of blue). Was he okay? Well, no. He wasn't...and he had no idea how to tell Devon that. He tilted his head so that he could look at the vampire; for the first time, he wished he could have been a cat, so that at least he could purr. Fletcher paused for a moment before stretching his neck further and licking the side of Devon's face. I'll be fine, I guess. He turned so that he lay on his stomach, holding the younger boy's gaze with large eyes. A frustrated growl escaped him, which soon turned into a whimper.
He just remembered that he needed clothes.
[ woahh, sorry x_______________x keep on forgetting. ]
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