[Incomplete]
Who: Endrance and Yue
When: The night after this thread.
Where: The Clock Tower (Don't you love how EVERYONE is meeting there but no one seems to run into anyone else?)
Rating: PG, I imagine. Unless faggotry and purple prose warrant something higher.
Warnings: See above.
Summary: Endrance and Yue meet at the clock tower to discuss the formation of the Bishounen Teen Justice Force
With nothing to do but cruise the abridged forums, and those redundant and tiresome already after a few hours of browsing, Endrance soon grew restless for nightfall.
He was nervous to meet the beautiful one Karasu called Angel. This was, after all, the server errors being what they were, so like meeting someone in person--something Kaoru would never have had the courage to do. Even wearing his beautiful doll's body, he was anxious at the thought of it. But eager.
If only Haseo were here. He knew he would feel completely at ease by the side of his beloved. Or, better yet, rendezvousing with him instead. But it was not to be. Not yet, he reminded himself.
Endrance abandoned the computer terminal he had commandeered early, uncertain how long it would take him to make his way to the appointed meeting place. It would be rude to keep the pretty one waiting, after all, and Endrance would not risk being late and missing him all together.
It was hardly sunset when he arrived. Glancing around, he thought--relative to the ugliness of this world they called Purgatorium (what an odd area word)--this was an almost tolerable place. With so much time to spare, he decided to ascend to the tower itself, hoping for a view of...something less disheartening and ugly.
Endrance was disappointed. Even at this hour, all the view seemed to afford was chaos and mayhem. More interesting than what he had encountered thus far, but not in a way desirable. Their work seemed cut out for them, at least.
He perched on the ledge and watched the sun go down. Doing his best to ignore the stench of filth and death, Endrance closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the evening breeze.
The moon rose, and still there was no sign of the one for whom he waited. Endrance stood on the ledge, preparing to descend in case he might have missed him.
Ah, but the moon... He paused, tipping his face up to bathe his porcelain skin in the cool, soft light. The moon at least was the same. He drew comfort from that.
When: The night after this thread.
Where: The Clock Tower (Don't you love how EVERYONE is meeting there but no one seems to run into anyone else?)
Rating: PG, I imagine. Unless faggotry and purple prose warrant something higher.
Warnings: See above.
Summary: Endrance and Yue meet at the clock tower to discuss the formation of the Bishounen Teen Justice Force
With nothing to do but cruise the abridged forums, and those redundant and tiresome already after a few hours of browsing, Endrance soon grew restless for nightfall.
He was nervous to meet the beautiful one Karasu called Angel. This was, after all, the server errors being what they were, so like meeting someone in person--something Kaoru would never have had the courage to do. Even wearing his beautiful doll's body, he was anxious at the thought of it. But eager.
If only Haseo were here. He knew he would feel completely at ease by the side of his beloved. Or, better yet, rendezvousing with him instead. But it was not to be. Not yet, he reminded himself.
Endrance abandoned the computer terminal he had commandeered early, uncertain how long it would take him to make his way to the appointed meeting place. It would be rude to keep the pretty one waiting, after all, and Endrance would not risk being late and missing him all together.
It was hardly sunset when he arrived. Glancing around, he thought--relative to the ugliness of this world they called Purgatorium (what an odd area word)--this was an almost tolerable place. With so much time to spare, he decided to ascend to the tower itself, hoping for a view of...something less disheartening and ugly.
Endrance was disappointed. Even at this hour, all the view seemed to afford was chaos and mayhem. More interesting than what he had encountered thus far, but not in a way desirable. Their work seemed cut out for them, at least.
He perched on the ledge and watched the sun go down. Doing his best to ignore the stench of filth and death, Endrance closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the evening breeze.
The moon rose, and still there was no sign of the one for whom he waited. Endrance stood on the ledge, preparing to descend in case he might have missed him.
Ah, but the moon... He paused, tipping his face up to bathe his porcelain skin in the cool, soft light. The moon at least was the same. He drew comfort from that.