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|Wednesday, December 21st, 2005|
Here... here... let's play here XD
|Thursday, October 9th, 2003|
|Friday, July 11th, 2003|
Nobu Restaurant Continued
(Included the last two poses before my most recent.)
Sachio blinks and shakes his head, blushing. "Seitaro-san, I'm just an onmyouji, and a very ordinary one at that. It's really more of a family tradition." Now that that's taken care of, he'll just fall silent, paying more attention to the oni he's with than the visiting party.
Malachai nods once again, sipping from a glass of water. "Yes, that is the one I serve." he says with a slightly dark tone, but one that turns more amused as he reaches into a pocket and takes out his wallet. A photo is slipped out of a holder and held up briefly. Sebastian half naked and covered in paint while reclining on a divan. Malachai loves this picture series. "Oh yes, Bastian and I are close." he says simply before giving Sachio a look. "Is there even such thing as an 'ordinary' onmyouji? I would think the ability would be rare in it's own right."
Seitaro looks over at the picture, lips curling in slight amusement and appreciation. "That's certainly not a pose I would have thought fitting for Sebastian-san, but they do say still waters run deep, ne? That, however, must make you Malachai De Courtenay the artist I've heard about since arriving in the States. How intriguing." Leaving it at that, the oni returns his attention back to his dinner companion. "He is correct as you well know, Sachio-kun. There is nothing ordinary about being an onmyouji. Especially one of your calibre."
|Wednesday, July 9th, 2003|
|Friday, June 27th, 2003|
Liver and Nightmares
(continued from previous posts)
"She's pretty good as a healer too, and she knows her duty." Malachai murmurs back with a faint smile on his face. "She was all upset of course, can't blame her. Toshie was quite willing to give it all up to serve Nainokami at the drop of a hat so she said." Or rather at the drop of one particularly careless sorcerer. "That does sound like fun though, taking her out for a pampering trip, she deserves no less. I remember the days of not having a healer around and I am glad we have her now." The auburn haired man sighs then, shifting restlessly against the growl of his stomach and that of his own uneasy conscience. "I don't know about my brother. I mean former brother." The slip came easily to his tongue, to think of Hotohori as a sibling though they'd never been close. "I'm having those nightmares again. They make me confused though, like what I remember and what I thought I remembered don't quite match." He trembles slightly, biting at his lower lip. "I don't know what to make of it, I don't like having these doubts."
The *ding* of the elevator signals the arrival of the man with the food and Kieran waves him further into the room, making him come all the way to the couch with the cart. "Thanks, just leave it and I'll take care of the rest," he says, shooing the other away quickly. Once he's departed, the model settles Malachai comfortably at possible so he can eat, uncovering the dish and wrinkling his nose as he passes it along. "Eat. You need your strength back no doubt. Malachai, don't get stuck in the loop of the past. Trust me on this one. Whatever mistakes you or he made that time, it doesn't matter. Now matters. We can't change the past and we shouldn't live by it. I learned that lesson the hard way. I don't particularly want to lose you to ghosts." He knows how ironic that sounds.
Kieran let himself into the penthouse in the early hours of morning, glad to be home from this most recent modeling assignment that had him gone more than half a week out of the city. "No more for a while," he had told his agent, claiming the need for a respite. It wasn't as if he needed the money. Leaving his bag slumped against the wall in the foyer, he kicked off his shoes and meandered into the living room, figuring it far too early for anyone - other than Sebastian - to be up and that oni was likely already at his office for a few hours. Tapping out a cigarette, he made himself comfortable on the couch and glanced around, unable to shake the sense of unease he'd had since waking up. His dreams had been filled with images of blood, of swords, and of the usual fire and darkness, but something definitely seemed amiss. He thought returning home would quiet his uneasiness, but somehow, sitting on the couch in the living room, it was only growing. "Wonder what I missed this time," the fire oni muttered to himself.
|Tuesday, May 20th, 2003|
Nightmares and Dreamscapes
It begins with flames. It always does. That is nothing unusual for Nicolette DeLeone though, for she has always dreamed of flame. Images, memories emerge out of them though, a summer in Alsace, France. A lovely farmstead, belonging to some distant family member perhaps? But the idyllic scene is broken by horrible squealing, the sounds of something dying. Nicolette stands just outside of a pen, where the farmers there are slaughtering a pig. The girl who has often nonchalantly watched puppies drown after being tossed into the Seine river is outrightly horrified for some reason, her hands in tight fists, about to step forward to stop them. A hand reaches out of nowhere to grab her shoulder just then though. "Alain." she murmurs in her sleep, head turning in the dream to stare up at her tall hansome blonde brother. "You can't save it, Nikki. Not that one."
|Tuesday, May 13th, 2003|
New Girl In Class
It might be late in the year, but there's always summer school, something an exchange student might need before hitting the senior year come fall. In any case, there is a new face standing at the front of the class room at (insert school name here) Academy. The teacher makes introductions of course, looking prim and proper for a lady for probably was a nun before the reforms in the private school system. "Class, please welcome our new student, Nicolette DeLeone. She is our exchange student for the coming year from France." Nikki as she prefers to be called, looks more bored than anything else, but there is just something about her that is stirring curiousity amongst her new classmates. It's probably due to the fact that there are subtle adjustments to her school uniform, little touches that just barely hold to the school rules, but adds a little alure, a little naughtiness to the typical private school chippet style. "Allo, it is nice to meet you all." she drawls with only a mild touch of French accent as she heads for an empty seat, sliding a school bag under it before sitting down in an ever casual and arrogant demeanor.
|Friday, May 2nd, 2003|
Are You My Mother?
(continued from the previous pocketuniverse
Since the woman really hasn't stopped talking, Kieran merely nods as if he really is listening. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. At least he's not making the yakkie yak motions with his one hand. "Oh, beach front in Maui sounds nice, but I'm not having the baby. I really will put my foot down there, Mrs. De Courtenay. Or may I call you mum?" It's anyone's guess if the woman has actually ceased her side of the conversation even as Higuchi talks either over her or with her. An arm goes around Malachai's shoulders, fingers brushing over all that hair.
It's easy to sometimes forget that while Malachai is a fiercely independant, eclectic, outrageous millionaire artist... he's still got a family out there in the world. After spending a few days being completely irresponsible and enjoy it over at Sebastian's place, he finally went home to see to a few things. That and get some more clothes, not to mention find something a little more filling than Aubrey's snack crackers. At the end of the day though, he's back on his couch alone with his cellphone glued to his ear and a exasperated expression on his face as he contemplates tearing out his own hair. "No mother, I was NOT on a lark in Thailand. That was always father's thing.." He pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment at the loud squawking going over the line. "No mother, I have not seen Baroness Nicholson lately. Not in months." Pause. "Don't you even DARE contemplate an 'arrangement'! No! It is not getting late! I'm only 24! Bloody hell!" *sigh* "Sorry mum, I won't swear at you again."
|Monday, April 28th, 2003|
Setsuna does look relieved by the news about Lee. "Good, good," he says, smiling. "That's one less thing the Genbu have to worry about, ne? As for the money, it's not mooching at this point, it's helping you get back on your feet. There are a few places you could find a job at though, but that could be problematic depending on the job you have. It's kinda hard for us seishi to do the classic 8-5er. I just don't want you mugging people anymore, Inami."
Kenny does have the grace to look a little abashed about his first choice of monetary options. "Ahh, no problem. Didn't seem to be too good at mugging people." he says with a slight flush. Course it could be because he keeps trying to mug seishi by accident. "I'm not sure what kind of job I can hold, anyhow. There's gotta be something or other. I do want to stay out of trouble.." Possibly for the first time in his life, now that the Yin influence is no longer ruling his life.
Deciding between a phone conversation and an actual visit, Setsuna opts for the latter which would account for his presence outside the apartment Chase and Kenny currently share. He knocks on the door, calling out to anyone inside, "It's Setsuna." Otherwise, with these two and their recent activities, they could well assume it was the cops.
|Friday, April 25th, 2003|
A Spy In The Midst!
Uruki has come out of the council room himself, anxious to find Namame. Again that odd sense makes him glance toward the gates, noting the passage of the dark-haired man before his attention is draw to the red-haired one. He does not call out to Namame of course, but steps out into the courtyard to await his arrival.( The Fight!Collapse ) Current Mood: amused
|Thursday, April 24th, 2003|
Thought I had added this LJ to the group, but hadn't. Bwee! Now Ah Ahm Here! Current Mood: thoughtful
|Friday, April 18th, 2003|
The Angels Fall First
An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
Beside the cross on your grave
And those forever burning candles
To remind us of the shortness of your time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love tears of fear
Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
Oh Lord why
The angels fall first?
It had been many days and sleepless nights since the news first hit Kai like a blow sharp to his gut, his heart. In the bleak grey of the aftermath, it did not help for Mina to drive the spike deeper with her thoughtless words and prattle. In desperation, the now long haired blonde doctor wrapped his heart, his soul in a blanket of numbness, locking away his pain and emotions in seeming unfeelingness. Those at work noted the disquieting change, so soon after his changed appearance and wondered if this new development was another phase the young doctor was going through. Most however disliked this new Kai, less sociable, less feeling, that easy smile and friendly caring not having been seen in some time. Today he is home though, one of those rare days that he used to savor, but now leaves him far too much time to dwell on his problems. Lying atop of his bed, the only consolation lately is that his apartment is at long last livable again, with the majority of the repairs completed.
|Wednesday, April 16th, 2003|
|Wednesday, April 9th, 2003|
The Slumbering Prince
Gallery benches are not conducive to sleep which means that Kieran has gone without rest for the entire night while he kept vigil, along with Sebastian, upon the wall scroll depicting Sairou. Malachai's return brings not only relief but a sense of fatigue the fire oni had not been immediately aware of in the beginning. When the pair finally drift off together, he finds his slumber thankfully devoid of dreams.
Many hours later, Kieran blinks open his eyes to focus upon the still sleeping man beside him, raven-black hair now turned auburn by whatever was revealed within the desert landscape. Warm fingers brush at the silky strands, picking up a few to gaze closer at their hue before letting the hair fall once more. With a quiet sigh, he lets his fingertips trace over Malachai's face, paying closer attention to the details of his skin, the refinement of his features. "Who are you now?" Higuchi asks in a low murmur, deep voice barely audible. Current Mood: curious
|Monday, March 31st, 2003|
The Convo Thus Far...
Malachai aaahs softly, glad that the questioning didn't end up as messily as his last inquiries did hours earlier. "No, you hadn't mentioned it to me before. I don't think. No, I'd have remembered that if you'd told me. What was it that you were in for?" Just in case he needs to stock up on certain medications for emergencies and all. The caresses continue, though his gaze does wanderer further now, as if studying Kieran's body for more places to grace his art.
Kieran smiles, "You don't have to worry. I'm not insane. Neither am I depressed or schizo. I'm just an oni with the ability to burn people to ashes. I was thirteen when I came into my power and it was at that point that I burned three boys who used to torment me. I was a pretty boy who was gawky for his age. Considering I'm six-four now, you can probably imagine what puberty started out like for me. No one knew what to do about it. They knew it had been me, but they couldn't explain it. So rather than try to put me on trial, they committed me and since I was thirteen, they could keep them there until I was eighteen. At which point they asked if I wanted to stay and I said no. I spent five years of my life in therapy and drugged up. And during that time I was sexually abused. It's a blur though. I got out, I became a model. Easy enough since my records are sealed. My parents are even still alive. Somewhere." The man recites the story in an almost bland voice, tone flat and neutral. He might as well be reciting a grocery list. Throughout it all he continues to smile.
|Friday, March 28th, 2003|
[Continuation from yesterday.]
Kieran inclines his head down to the healing wound, lightly tasting the skin before pressing a kiss against it. His hand still cradles Malachai's throat, fingers applying a gentle pressure, warmth still flooding into the now quickening pulse. "Perhaps," he finally replies in answer to the question of tattooing his wrist. That seems to be all he plans to say on the subject for the moment. "The idea of being marked by you permanently is no less exciting for me, since it is not something that has ever been done to me. For obvious reasons. When would you like to begin?"
(Btw, VP is failing its checkpoints. Again. I've emailed Kristian.) Current Mood: mischievous
|Thursday, March 27th, 2003|
[Reposted from the previous thread. Figured it might be easier to continue with a fresh post. :)]
(Don't mind if we continue do you? We went over to friends' last night and then came home and were in bed by 10pm. It felt good to actually get /sleep/!)
"You know damn well you always look delicious, Malachai," replies Kieran, those amber-hued eyes glowing faintly. "And you know, that fingerpaint idea has a lot of merits." His thumb pad runs gently over the painter's bottom lip, parting the man's mouth a fraction before sliding away, a roguish smile dancing across his mouth. "So what have you been creating there?" Again his gaze flickers from creator to canvas, narrowing. "Dark. I like it. What was your inspiration?"