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Post by SoulofDarkness on Dec 23, 2011 23:49:35 GMT -5
A thin, pale boy leaned his back against the tree behind him as he draped his legs over a thick branch. Shivering slightly, he pulled the camouflage jacket tighter around his shoulders and arched his neck forward. He peered down at the forest below him, absentmindedly brushing a strand of golden hair from his forehead. Glancing around quickly, a pleased smile spread across his face. He was alone. Reassured, he raised a small flute to his lips and began to blow, a soothing melody resonating from the instrument. His fingers automatically set into a well-practiced rhythm, lifting and pressing systematically to produce the song he remembered so well. So many nights this very same melody had carried him off to sleep with the beautiful sound of a woman's voice. He could almost hear her voice now, wrapping around him like a protective blanket. For you who is crushed, here’s the strength and confidence
So you can fight again... And my song,
The tears I’ve shed will say this;
Thank you for the miracle that we were able to meet,
In a dirty and ugly world, even like this... A single tear traced down the boy's cheek as he finished his song, drawing the last note out. His lips trembled as he lowered the flute, slumping once more against the tree behind him. (I'm aware that the song sounds WAY better in japanese. The english lyrics just don't work. ._.) |
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 0:11:01 GMT -5
Icarus sighed. His body ached from walking all day. He ran his fingers through his red tresses and sat down at the base of a large tree. Beautiful music entered his ears, captivated by how beautiful it was. When the song ended, he realized where it came from. It was a small blond boy with a flute that sat up in the tree. With a small grin, he looked at the boy from where he was sitting. He cleared his throat before speaking softly.
“That was very beautiful, I must say. How did you learn to play such elegant music?” Icarus stayed calm but was on full guard just in case.
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Post by SoulofDarkness on Dec 24, 2011 0:25:59 GMT -5
The boy let out an involuntary gasp when he heard another voice. "Where..." he started in a soft, trembling voice, his brows furrowing as he tried to form words, "Where did you come from?" He inwardly cringed at how fragile his voice sounded. He had been sure he was alone, but... How long had it been since he'd last talked to another person? His expression darkened slightly. That's right... It was them. He gathered his knees against his chest and began to finger the metal cuff around his ankle, keeping his emerald eyes trained on the man who had spoken.
(He has to think about what to say because he practically never talks to other people, so his communication skills are severely lacking)
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 0:37:05 GMT -5
Icarus chuckled at the boy's nervousness.
“Kid. I was here for about half the song. I walked to the tree. I'm surprised you didn't hear me. I was quite loud I must say... you seem nervous... why so serious with this? It's not like I would kill a fourteen year old boy. We're all friends here... right?” he smiled at the boy.
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 0:37:39 GMT -5
Icarus chuckled at the boy's nervousness.
“Kid. I was here for about half the song. I walked to the tree. I'm surprised you didn't hear me. I was quite loud I must say... you seem nervous... why so serious with this? It's not like I would kill a fourteen year old boy. We're all friends here... right?” he smiled at the boy.
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Post by SoulofDarkness on Dec 24, 2011 0:50:10 GMT -5
"Friend?" he whispered slowly.
"Don't look so scared, we're your friends, right?" A largely overmuscled man with dark, close-cropped hair snickered as he raised the boy's wrists over his head and pushed him further into the concrete wall behind them. Whimpering through the cloth tied crudely around his mouth, he could only watch as those hands fidgeted with the wasteband of his pants, as that alcohol-drenched breath burned the skin of his neck. No...
"I don't have any friends." His voice still came out melodious and fragile, but all hints of hesitation had disappeared.
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 1:02:08 GMT -5
“Of course you do! We all do just some are hard to find and some just seem like friends.” he smiled before swiftly jumping up on the same branch as the boy in a crouch position.
“Would you like to be my friend? I'm just as friendly as a friendly person can be!” he exclaimed joyfully.
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Post by SoulofDarkness on Dec 24, 2011 1:22:10 GMT -5
Viridian eyes wide, the boy pressed himself against the tree behind him, hugging his knees tightly to his chest in efforts to make himself as small as possible. "I don't... I don't want any... Friends. They just... Hurt you, in... The end." His eyes, which had been so focused on the male before, now avoided looking at him completely, instead focusing on the ground below them.
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 1:30:21 GMT -5
“Not me kid! I'll stick with you through whatever is thrown at us. I will be completely honest.” he held his arms out to the side, showing the boy he doesn't have any weapons.
“I know what it's like to be hurt and all I want to do is find a friend and I won't hurt you. I will protect you with everything I have.” he smiled warmly.
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Post by SoulofDarkness on Dec 24, 2011 1:37:39 GMT -5
At this, the boy's eyes returned to the face in front of him, and searched it carefully. A warm feeling spread through his chest; he'd always wanted a brother... Was this what it would be like? But... Could he really trust the man's words? "You know..." he muttered, a pink tinge spreading across his cheeks, "You shouldn't say something like that... To someone you've just met."
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 1:47:16 GMT -5
“What's your point, kid? I'm a big boy and I can take care of a little boy by myself. I have high hopes for you. You seem to be a little shy and awkward but with me, you better put those away and get prepared for a hell of a journey!” Icarus laughed a little at the boy's face. It was just so cute!
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Post by SoulofDarkness on Dec 24, 2011 1:58:39 GMT -5
The boy's lips curved upward into a slow smile. He liked this man. There was something about the way he was so... Open, and carefree. But, that didn't mean he could trust him. Not yet.
"I'm not a little boy," he argued, turning his face away with a childish pout.
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 2:06:03 GMT -5
Icarus laughed.
“You are too a kid. Fourteen, right? And you're pouting too.” he smiled. Icarus held a hand out for the boy to shake it.
“Icarus. My name, I mean. Like the guy in the Greek legend.” he chukled.
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Post by SoulofDarkness on Dec 24, 2011 2:17:58 GMT -5
With a slight growl, he decided he'd drop it. He had no idea what a Greek legend was, but all the same, he knew that the man, Icarus, had just introduced himself. "I'm... Zwei." He stared at the offered hand curiously, making no move to shake it.
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Post by Kurorin on Dec 24, 2011 2:40:46 GMT -5
Icarus put down his hand. So much for being polite...
“Nice to meet you Zwei! You're with me now! I'm gonna teach you whatever you want!” The boy, Zwei, seemed like he could be a younger brother. Not that he needed more. But he was cute in a lolita style way.
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