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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 2, 2012 18:25:56 GMT -5
“You will remember,” Pierce promises softly, opening his eyes to peer at Xavier with a wistful expression. Hesitantly, he reaches up to touch the freckled face, eyes sliding shut again at the brush of lips against his, the sharpness of the restrained intent behind it. “I think you will understand then.”
The only thing that separated Xavier and Rampage were memories in the end. It was a very fragile distinction. Not one that Pierce liked to think about, the thought tucked quietly away in the back of his mind until he found himself staring at the ceiling before sleep would take him. Could he have loved Rampage? The first meeting in the library, the first meeting in the supply closet, the different variables present in both of them. In the end, it was still Xavier who had chosen to befriend him and Rampage who had tried to break him.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Apr 2, 2012 18:39:42 GMT -5
"I won't remember," Xavier says stubbornly, eyes sliding shut, "If it means I can't keep you."
If Rampage doesn't want Phobia, can't have him, then Rampage doesn't deserve to exist. Xavier is happy with Pierce. Xavier isn't alone with Pierce. Xavier will hate himself forever if he remembers and loses all of that.
The dark pit in his mind twists and reminds him he already hates himself, that he can only ever be alone. Abomination. He pushes it back by kissing Pierce again.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 2, 2012 19:52:06 GMT -5
Pierce would have laughed at how childish that sounded, but it mostly just makes him feel warm. The idea was ridiculous and futile but the fact that Xavier would say without a hint of sarcasm that he’d do that...
Hopeless. Just, hopeless. Everything was utterly hopeless.
He wraps his arms around Xavier’s shoulders and pulls him closer, happily helping him smother the beginnings of self loathing. Maybe he was willing to risk it -risk Rampage if it meant being with Xavier for a bit longer. He’s not sure anymore he’d regret this after everything was through.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Apr 2, 2012 20:33:16 GMT -5
Xavier is certainly hopelessly smitten with Pierce. Deeply, obsessively, frighteningly smitten, and Pierce pulling him close and banishing his shadows to the dark corners of his mind only serves to stoke his infatuation higher.
Twining his fingers in Pierce's short hair, he mumbles a firm "Mine" against his boyfriend's lips before pressing in for a deeper kiss.
OOC: PM!
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 4, 2012 18:05:52 GMT -5
A few hours later, Pierce finds himself with a bit of a dilemma.
It took the shape of a certain young redhead filling up his one-person bed and hogging all the blankets. At least Xavier had the decency not to snore.
Sighing softly, Pierce trudges further into the room as he finished buttoning up his pajamas, hair still drying from his shower. Pulling a chair up quietly to the side of the bed, he settles on it to peer thoughtfully at his... unexpected houseguest.
He’s still not entirely sure what to think about it all. Everything today had been simultaneously annoying, terrifying and wonderful. The smell of the stir fries still lingered in his house, a foreign and warm scent. And now- now he was watching Xavier’s bare, freckled back rising and falling in the dim light of the table lamp.
The issue of Elly and Xavier’s unfortunate misadventure would have to be dealt with soon. However but that particular thought wasn’t the one in the forefront of his mind. Drawing a knee up to his chest, Pierce stares silently at Xavier’s prone form.
Rampage remembered.
OOC: Wrap?
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