Post by Zephyrus on May 16, 2011 15:31:34 GMT -5
[OoC :: First post to Orca]
Zeph sat in a tree, staring out at the water. Draven was healing up, and he'd been shoved out of the Hospital Wing because he needed 'fresh air'. He assumed that in Professor Code, that meant 'Get your ass in the classroom.'. And being himself, he'd decided to skip off again. It had been almost evening when he finally got out of the school, and now it was sunset.
He was worried, yes. He was afraid. He wanted Draven to make it. If he didn't, it would probably break Zeph. Zeph knew it, deep inside, that if he lost Draven, he would end up loosing himself eventually.
Ten other boyfriends. He'd gone through seven last summer. He hadn't meant to have so many, and not once did he cheat, but...the minute they hadn't felt right, the minute they disagreed with most of his ideas and feelings and disregarded them, he'd dumped them. One or two had dumped him, because they hadn't thought it would work, either.
The other three had been the year before, one lasted a day before they fought and broke up. The other...moved away and was never seen again. All Zeph had heard of him since then was a letter saying that he was into chicks, not guys; despite agreeing to the relationship. The last one...he'd broken all ties with. He was the only one that had inquired about his scars. Bad move, since it had been a few days after Zeph had returned from that experience.
Draven was the eleventh. And so far, the only one who understood. The only one he'd ever felt this way around. Zeph leaned against the tree and drew his knees against his chest.
And now he might die.
All because he couldn't do anything. Zeph sighed, biting hard into his lip, drawing blood.
"Fuck, I'm an idiot."
As his mind began to degrade him further, he observed the water. It seemed to calm him, in some strange way. How the light reflected off of it or some shit like that.
Either way, he felt relaxed. More relaxed than he had in months.
And it bothered him, though, that this relaxation he felt had nothing to do with Draven.
But he decided not to think about that.
Instead he stared out at the water, his hazel-green eyes a seemingly lighter colour.
He was worried, yes. He was afraid. He wanted Draven to make it. If he didn't, it would probably break Zeph. Zeph knew it, deep inside, that if he lost Draven, he would end up loosing himself eventually.
Ten other boyfriends. He'd gone through seven last summer. He hadn't meant to have so many, and not once did he cheat, but...the minute they hadn't felt right, the minute they disagreed with most of his ideas and feelings and disregarded them, he'd dumped them. One or two had dumped him, because they hadn't thought it would work, either.
The other three had been the year before, one lasted a day before they fought and broke up. The other...moved away and was never seen again. All Zeph had heard of him since then was a letter saying that he was into chicks, not guys; despite agreeing to the relationship. The last one...he'd broken all ties with. He was the only one that had inquired about his scars. Bad move, since it had been a few days after Zeph had returned from that experience.
Draven was the eleventh. And so far, the only one who understood. The only one he'd ever felt this way around. Zeph leaned against the tree and drew his knees against his chest.
And now he might die.
All because he couldn't do anything. Zeph sighed, biting hard into his lip, drawing blood.
"Fuck, I'm an idiot."
As his mind began to degrade him further, he observed the water. It seemed to calm him, in some strange way. How the light reflected off of it or some shit like that.
Either way, he felt relaxed. More relaxed than he had in months.
And it bothered him, though, that this relaxation he felt had nothing to do with Draven.
But he decided not to think about that.
Instead he stared out at the water, his hazel-green eyes a seemingly lighter colour.