Screw the stairs. He's only three floors up now. Schuldig opens a window and drops from it easily, his wings softening the fall. He lands in a crouch for a moment before standing up and brushing himself off.
Hi, Aya.
"You were in a hurry to go just five minutes ago, katzchen. And you look...fine...to me."
[Action post]kudaran314February 14 2008, 05:57:57 UTC
Aya's staring, his lips parting as if to say something but nothing comes out. He looks nervous, not to mention feels nervous. He can't help but think Schuldig looks rather fine himself.
Then his brows are twitching, head shaking as if to repel that thought right away.
"You're crazy, Schuldig" he finally snaps. "I hope you broke some bones."
Schuldig, on the other hand, is thinking that Aya's initial expression looks like he's inviting a kiss. And the thought is nice. Much appreciated. He brushes very lightly against the surface of Aya's mind, just enough to be felt.
"Only for you, katzchen~," Schuldig purrs, smiling a little. Not a smirk, or a manic grin, an honest-to-god smile. "And not a one. That was nothing."
[Action post]kudaran314February 14 2008, 06:14:07 UTC
Aya's about to bolt. Schuldig's smile seems sincere, and Aya likes it. He'd like to see it again, many many times. Something is very wrong here. Where is all the hatred he has reserved for the telepath? There, a pathetic pile of sticks, yet still existing. He doesn't say anything, but moans mentally, feeling like the world has turned upside down suddenly.
He's also not feeling butterflies in his stomach as Schuldig purrs. It's just not happening. "I-I... Don't call me by that name!"
Schuldig shivers a little, barely noticeable. The intensity of Aya's emotions is almost enough to make him moan, too. Something seems wrong to him, as well. He's never hated Aya, but his feelings have never been this gentle before. He doesn't dig too deeply, since it just doesn't feel important right now.
"Why not? I think it suits you," Schuldig replies, still smiling.
[Action post]kudaran314February 14 2008, 17:38:45 UTC
Eyes narrowing, Aya snorts, thinking 'kitten has claws' and well knowing Schuldig will catch that thought. By now he has gotten over the initial surprise, still shaken and completely perplexed but not out of balance. It's not the first time he's thought Schuldig looks fine. He's not blind, the man is sexy, even Aya can recognize that. But it's not the end of it. He's never before thought that Schuldig can smile nicely, never thought he could think this... sweetly towards the man. Almost like...
Caesar. Flash of red hair and a smile, playful eyes and a gentle taunt. Aya feels empty. It's like being steadily pulled away from a cliff only to be dropped back again, now staring down at the endless fall. It's a loss, a great loss. And he feels completely betrayed.
"I... Fuck this, Schuldig. Some other time," he says as he turns around to head back into the building.
"Aya... wait," Schuldig calls, confusion filling his eyes. Aya's sudden pain tastes as sweet as ever, but he finds himself unable to enjoy it the way he usually does. He reaches out to touch Aya, the half-formed urge to comfort totally unfamiliar to him.
"Something strange is going on here, but... I don't want you to go."
[Action post]kudaran314February 14 2008, 19:34:01 UTC
Schuldig's touch is like liquid fire, and with a small, unhappy noise, Aya moves out of reach. But doesn't storm inside the way he was going to. Why should he care what Schuldig wants?
"What?" he asks quietly, leaning onto the wall right beside the door. He probably looks almost as miserable as he feels. "What do you mean?"
A little sound of pain and longing manages to wrench itself from Schuldig's throat before he can stifle it. He does manage not to follow after Aya, though, however much he wants to touch him again.
His talent, on the other hand, is a little less subject to his strained willpower and reaches out to Aya's mind, a gentle mental caress trying to soothe away Aya's unhappiness.
"I've never felt like this before. About anyone. I didn't even think I was capable. But your pain hurts now." And Schuldig probably looks almost as confused as he feels.
[Action post]kudaran314February 14 2008, 21:09:21 UTC
Aya stifles a whine at the mental caress, his breath hitching a little and shoulders hunching. He glares at Schuldig, dark and dangerous, and yet there's confusion, bitter sadness, yearning hidden behind that anger.
"What... What are you saying? W-what the hell happened?"
Schuldig can feel his pain, his confusion, everything. Aya knows how much they make him miserable. And he wouldn't be himself if he weren't now worried that he's broadcasting all to Schuldig, throbbing through open wounds.
Why he should care? He frowns, head lolling against the wall behind him as he bites his lip.
"Maybe you should just go and not look back," he says softly, not looking at Schuldig.
"I don't know, katz-...Aya," Schuldig says, taking a step towards him. One hand lifts before stopping, making a hopeless little gesture, and dropping again. "I just know that I want you, and it's not the same way I did before. I want you to be happy. I want to be able to make you happy."
He can barely hear the other people around because he's so focused on Aya, Aya, Aya. The other man's mind always tasted sweet, and over time it's gotten comfortable, but now it feels like home. The idea of walking away from him sends a stab of pain through Schuldig's chest.
[Action post]kudaran314February 14 2008, 22:44:28 UTC
"What do you mean you can't?!" Aya snaps, his mind a whirlwind of emotions, wheezing past, complaining, chattering, whining, blaming... It makes him unreasonably happy that Schuldig wants to be able to make him happy, and yet he can't help but feel disgusted by the idea, and so mortified, let alone guilty.
"Just do it! Go awa--" he stops there, staring at the German with narrowing eyes. His breathing is irregular, cheeks coloring up from the mere frustration and anger, as well as something else...
"This is ridiculous. It can't be anything else but some insane Malnosso experiment. You saw the heart as well, didn't you?" Oh, but a part of Aya doesn't want it to be an experiment...
Adamantly, he focuses on thinking about Caesar, the connection they share, when he closes his eyes too it's easier. "I feel like a giddy schoolgirl with a first crush. Utterly ridiculous..." he whispers frustratedly.
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....
I'm not sure if this is such a good idea after all.
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*purr* I'm already on the stairs, we can talk about it when I get there.
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[he gasps, closing the journal in a hurry. But you know he can't keep it closed, right? >.>;;;]
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Hi, Aya.
"You were in a hurry to go just five minutes ago, katzchen. And you look...fine...to me."
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Then his brows are twitching, head shaking as if to repel that thought right away.
"You're crazy, Schuldig" he finally snaps. "I hope you broke some bones."
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"Only for you, katzchen~," Schuldig purrs, smiling a little. Not a smirk, or a manic grin, an honest-to-god smile. "And not a one. That was nothing."
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He's also not feeling butterflies in his stomach as Schuldig purrs. It's just not happening. "I-I... Don't call me by that name!"
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"Why not? I think it suits you," Schuldig replies, still smiling.
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Caesar. Flash of red hair and a smile, playful eyes and a gentle taunt. Aya feels empty. It's like being steadily pulled away from a cliff only to be dropped back again, now staring down at the endless fall. It's a loss, a great loss. And he feels completely betrayed.
"I... Fuck this, Schuldig. Some other time," he says as he turns around to head back into the building.
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"Something strange is going on here, but... I don't want you to go."
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"What?" he asks quietly, leaning onto the wall right beside the door. He probably looks almost as miserable as he feels. "What do you mean?"
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His talent, on the other hand, is a little less subject to his strained willpower and reaches out to Aya's mind, a gentle mental caress trying to soothe away Aya's unhappiness.
"I've never felt like this before. About anyone. I didn't even think I was capable. But your pain hurts now." And Schuldig probably looks almost as confused as he feels.
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"What... What are you saying? W-what the hell happened?"
Schuldig can feel his pain, his confusion, everything. Aya knows how much they make him miserable. And he wouldn't be himself if he weren't now worried that he's broadcasting all to Schuldig, throbbing through open wounds.
Why he should care? He frowns, head lolling against the wall behind him as he bites his lip.
"Maybe you should just go and not look back," he says softly, not looking at Schuldig.
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He can barely hear the other people around because he's so focused on Aya, Aya, Aya. The other man's mind always tasted sweet, and over time it's gotten comfortable, but now it feels like home. The idea of walking away from him sends a stab of pain through Schuldig's chest.
"I don't think I can."
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"Just do it! Go awa--" he stops there, staring at the German with narrowing eyes. His breathing is irregular, cheeks coloring up from the mere frustration and anger, as well as something else...
"This is ridiculous. It can't be anything else but some insane Malnosso experiment. You saw the heart as well, didn't you?" Oh, but a part of Aya doesn't want it to be an experiment...
Adamantly, he focuses on thinking about Caesar, the connection they share, when he closes his eyes too it's easier. "I feel like a giddy schoolgirl with a first crush. Utterly ridiculous..." he whispers frustratedly.
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