Live Together, Die Alone
- Locked by RainInTheShadows on Jan 28, '17 10:40pmReason: Owner's request.
Thread Topic: Live Together, Die Alone
Damien barely opened his eyes in response to the sunlight that was filtering through the window. "Ugh.." he muttered, sounding tired and beaten down. "Carlyle, will you close the window?" When Damiens request wasn't heard, he decided to fully open his eyes and look around the room. "O-oh." he said, realizing that last night wasn't a dream. That he had actually made the biggest decision of his life. He stretched his arms out in front of him, and felt Henrico jump off the bed. For some reason, this made Damien laugh. It actually surprised him that the German Shepard had stayed with him all night. As Damien looked down at the pajamas Nathaniel had given him last night, he decided to change into the second outfit they had gotten last night. As he quickly changed, Henrico was pawing at the door and he heard someone open it and let the dog out, along with Sepherine. Damien looked up as he was putting on his shirt and a blush came blazing across his cheeks. "Sorry" he said, mumbling as he looked down at the floor. "I didn't realize you were in here."
did you imply Nathaniel let the animals out
dont mind if that's the case but wanted to clarify
ACTUALLY WE GONNA SAY IT WAS NATHANIEL BC WHY NOT but im tweaking Sepherine
The individual had gotten up only a bit before Damien, holding Sepherine close to his chest. His hair was in dire need of a good combing, his eyes squinting as he grew adjusted to the light. As he erected himself, he continued to clutch his feline close to his body, seeing Henrico on the floor. He had forgotten that he had another individual in the bedroom as he sauntered to the door, opening it for Henrico to greet his parents. The aroma of his mother's famous berry patch muffins met his nose, a small smile spreading across his cheeks. He turned to Damien, waving his hand to signify that he was alright with the other male's actions. "Mi mama es.." He blinked, laughing at his accidental use of the other language. "My mom is making these muffins that include some different berries. They are really good." His voice was quiet and sleepy as it typically took the boy a decent amount of time to fully wake himself. He used his head to gesture to the door. "I'm gonna go out to the living room. I usually have a drink of some sort to wake up. If not, we'll call for you when breakfast is ready." With that, he turned on his heel, exiting the room with the kitty remaining in his arms.
(Okay xP I guess that what I was implying, since Damien is slightly dazed at the moment)
Damien nodded as the other male walked out of the room. He was still trying to piece together what happened last night, but not everything was clear. Had he made this decision himself, or was it just another mind game that Carlyle had played? As Damien tried to process this, he looked around the room. He could recall why he had sat down across from Nathaniel at the cafe, but he did. Whether his decision would have long term effects on him or the band members, he was unsure of. He did know that Carlyle could be manipulative when he wanted to be, and that when it dawned upon him. He had asked Nathaniel to change his appearance last night. The only thing they had gotten were clothes, so the needed to change the rest of him before Carlyle even found out where he was seeking 'refuge'.
Damien finally decided to follow his instincts and walked outside if Nathaniel's bedroom. The smell of the muffins were wafting through the air, and it made his stomach growl. He just let out a low chuckle and walked into the living room. Being in a new place was strange to him, so it was.going to take a while to get used to this place. Damien was thinking as he sat on the same couch, he had the prior day and smiled. This was already getting to feel like home to him. Slightly strange in his perception, but a home nonetheless.
Nathaniel had situated himself on the couch with a cold glass of orange juice, sipping away with one hand while petting Sepherine with the other. He had turned the television onto the latest news in their area, an excited reporter acting out a segment about proper farm care. He waved with his free hand when Damien came into view, looking back to the screen as the news personnel took to petting a rather friendly pig. The teenager laughed at the rather adorable scene, then deciding to turn his head to his now-seated friend. "Once breakfast is done, I suppose it would be good to get you some pajamas, a haircut, and whatever else you may need?" His voice had begun to return to normal although some traces of his drowsiness were audible. He wanted nothing less than the best for their guest, who he was already becoming quite fond of. The teen found the other individual to be a rather kind, warm soul, something favorable and preferable in Nathan's opinion. As he thought about this, he could smell more of the fruity aroma, his face growing even more content upon being capable of doing so.
Damien perked up at the mention of a hair cut and getting him some pajamas. This made him think of the many times before his father's death z, the family would go out shopping for different things, and on occasion, they would take a break and go to a Chinese restaurant. He just smiled at those thoughts and looked at the news that was on the T.V. Surprisingly, there wasn't anything on about him, missing from the band. This made the knits that were starting to develop in his chest, go away. As the smell of the muffins continued to sneak its way around the house, Nathaniel's mom said breakfast was done. Damien smiled and stood up, away from the couch. If Izabella's cooking was as good as it smelled, he was going to have another night like last night. Damien made his way to the dining room, and sat in the chair that was at the head of the table. Sitting there, made him feel...like a king. Something that he wasn't very find of.
(Carlyle is going to be a confusing character)
(Fine by me sounds fun x))
Nathaniel grew disappointed when the segment about farms came to an end, but quickly got over it upon learning breakfast was ready. He scooped up Sepherine and his orange juice, walking into the dining room and taking a seat near Damien. Sepherine sat sassily in his lap, her head poking out with her eyes glued to the platter of muffins that were being place upon the table. Nathaniel's mother, after situating the platter, took notice of their beloved feline. Her eyebrows knitted together as she peered at her son, shaking her head. "Not at da table, Nate." Her voice, soft and heavily accented, rung out sweetly. The teenager could do nothing but listen, setting the animal onto the floor. The woman placed two muffins on everyone's plate, laughing at Demitri's obvious excitement. With that, she hurried back to the kitchen, returning with a pitcher of orange juice and a pitcher of milk. She then took her seat, digging in while Nathaniel silently said his little prayer of thanks. As she swallowed, Izabella looked to Damien and her son. "Did you sleep well?" Nate nodded at he pulled pieces off of the muffin, stuffing them into his face.
Damien looked at the muffins on his plate and smiled. They smelled delicious. He picked one up and carefully took a bite, as the flavor exploded in his mouth. "Mhm...this is great." he said, trying not to sound rude while talking with food in his mouth. He continued to eat, each bite seeming to get more flavorful that the next. It made him think of movies. He didn't know why, but it did. He was a strange person. Damien smiled, then jumped slightly, when he felt something furry rub against his leg. When he looked down, he saw it was Sepherine. She was meowing at him for part of the muffin, but he shook his head no.
Nathaniel finished only one muffin before thanking his mother, setting his second fluffy delight onto Damien's plate. He whisked his own dish away, hurrying off to the kitchen. Once there, he rinsed and washed his plate, setting it in the dish drainer. Promptly afterwards, he took the necessary medicone for the day before peering out of the small window situated above the kitchen sink. He could tell that it was most likely as cold as it had been the previous day which caused him to let out a puff of frustrated air. He was beginning to despise the biting air and unforgiving temperatures. As he finished his tasks in the kitchen, he retreated to his bedroom, closing his door most of the way. He headed to his closet, yanking out an outfit and beginning to get dressed. He hoped that his parents were treating Damien well, and he knew they were, but a part of him always felt they might say the wrong thing.
In the dining room, Demitri continued to happily chew away on his food, not adding much to the conversatjon. Izabella, however, was only halfway through her muffin as she had been speaking about Meshoppen and how she was so happy to be hosting Damien as a guest. "It's just so nice and quiet here. Hopefully you'll enjoy it more and more as the days pass."
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