And he's still here...
Who: Adam Balister (
fatallyxxflawed) & Gideon Thrace (
gideon_thrace)
When: Wednesday, December 2, 1998
Where: Their dorm room of course
Two weeks, Gideon couldn’t help but note. Two weeks. He had been lying idly on his back since early afternoon, staring at the ceiling, wishing more and more that something would just click in his head and tell him what to do. Instead, he lied there stagnant, blank except for the echoes that would not stop shouting at him. It was hard to identify with anything, let alone make a simple connection. It just seemed so . . . pointless without knowing, and in a few hours, long after sunset, two weeks would pass since he stepped into this town and stopped.
And at sunset, he still lied there, staring.
The vampire snoozing in his death like slumber in the bed just across the room from the kid finally stirred as the last rays of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. Low groans sounded as Adam turned to his side, blinking open his eyes to see Gideon in his own bed. It seemed every night, Adam woke, his first thoughts were if the kid would still be there or not. And each night, he was actually glad to see he was.
Out of some sort of respect, Gideon hadn't practiced once close to sunset since that one moment. And in fact, he hadn't touched the violin since then. Usually if he was there, he'd turn, offer a morning with some odd smirk laced with desire that he could get some sleep like that, and then go back to whatever it was that he was doing.
That night, though, was hardly the case. He just lied there. If not for the steady movement of breath, he could very well be dead.
Adam just watched Gideon, the covers laying only on the lower half of the monster's body while his chest was bared to the chilly air of the room. "You alive over there?" Adam finally asked after several moment.
Gideon checked his pulse and turned his wrist to look at his watch. He shrugged.
"Well, the shrug is a good sign" chuckled Adam then let out a loud groan as he stretched his body to wake up more.
"This can't be it, can it?" the kid wondered out loud.
"What can't be it?" Adam asked then yawned.
"This. Life." Sighed Gideon. It always seemed a little . . . difficult to get through with his thoughts to anyone. Only one other person actually ever got him, and that, like the rest, was gone.
"LIfe it what you make it man. Just laying around, worrying about shit you can't change...that's what makes it all seem useless"
"I know. It's just . . ." Gideon trailed again. "It's like running in circles all your life and suddenly getting off without any idea what direction you're supposed to go."
"Jesus kid. You're only seventeen. YOu're not suppose to know where you're going. Hell, most people at forty still don't know the answer to that question."
"In Pittsburgh, I had a scholarship coming my way and an acceptance letter to a college in New York. There were scouts expecting to watch the next meet . . ." Gideon stopped and shrugged again.
"But is that what you REALLY wanted to do?" Adam asked, hoping to make the kid realize that he'd made his decisions for a reason.
"If I had waited just a few more months . . ." The boy sighed. "Great, all I need is a bright, blue sky and white, fluffy clouds and this would be such a broken repeat."
"What? What would've happened?" Adam got aggravated that this kid rarely finished a thought around him.
"Well besides the whole being legal thing, there was graduation and the proper excuse to leave."
"Well, that doesn't matter now because what's done is done. So you should really get over it and just...live your life how you want" Leave it to Adam to be so brutally blunt
As he took in another deep breath, Gideon sat up. "And how, pretell, is that so easily possible?"
Adam sat up, matching Gideon, "You just do it. That's how easy it is"
Gideon laughed, "And what if in my deepest desires I want to be a rocket scientist?" He rolled his eyes. Yea, pointless.
"Then you get your ass in school and you study until you die. It's that fucking simple. You're rolodex of excuses won't work on me pal. You have no idea what I've been through"
"No," Gideon softly replied. "I don't." He turned his head, questioning the whole logic of going back to normalcy. "So when you first found out that vampires exist, did you just saunter back to reality and resume?" He was obviously searching for an answer to the why on earth he should continue moving forward like everything that happened didn't.
Adam shrugged, thinking back to that time. "Not at first. It was all such a shock to the system I didn't know how to act. But survival instincts kicked in and well, I learned to deal with the hand I had. It's all I could do, well, that or die"
"So then you get it if I kindly request to just sit here rather than moving my ass to administration and resume." Gideon decided it was best to probably just lie back down and did. He wasn't going anywhere. "It's odd enough that I made that decision without throwing in the rest."
"I don't care if you lie there until you wilt away to nothing" Adam stood, approaching Gidoen's bed and stopping just beside it. "But stop bitching about it. That's what's getting on my nerves"
The kid smirked. "Fine, it's a deal."
Adam blinked then nodded his head once "Good." his lips soon returned the smirk as well.
"So then I have to ask what on earth shall we talk about if my whiney banter is taken out." That was an offer, the best he could bring, to change the subject.
"Have you talked to anyone about doing this band thing with us?' asked the vampire, sitting on the bed next to Gideon.
"Nope, can't say I have. I think that I have reached the quota possible potential stalkers and/or nice people for the month before deciding this place is too nice to be real."
That brought a fit of laughter from the vampire. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I bet a good looking kid like you has the girls falling at your feet doncha?"
“I think it’s more of the new kid thing. Something new rolls into any town and you just can’t resist poking at it at least once.” Gideon’s thoughts resurfaced again, so he shook his head a little, closing his eyes for a moment, and continued once they reopened. “Least until they figure out that I’m not that type of guy.”
"What type of guy? One that's not into girls or something?" Adam's interest was certainly piqued.
"The type that prefers not to be bothered cause he already has enough on his mind." Gideon paused. "Besides that," was added quite nonchalantly.
"You should probably just find someone to shag. You know that might get rid of some of the stress lines you're getting around your eyes there" Adam was trying to lighten the kid's mood.
Gideon laughed, "That better not be an offer." Ok, not like him. There was more relief in those eyes than before.
Adam perked a brow. "And if it was?"
The other shrugged. "I'd say that you're probably out of your mind, but then you've been able to stand me for over a week, so . . . yea, not happening."
Adam shrugged. "The offer stands however." He then stood and smirked glancing over his shoulder at Gideon as he headed towards the closet. "If you change your mind"
How could the boy put it mildly without being too . . . offensive, "Its's not helping. It'd be like stepping into a really distorted echo."
"Sex is just sex Gideon." Adam rummaged through his clothes, looking for a t-shirt and pair of jeans to take with him when he showered. "I'm not proposing."
Gideon shrugged, closing his eyes. He probably should've mentioned that he wasn't the forward type unless pushed or really aggravated, and when he was pushed . . . yea, that wasn't a pretty sight either.
Adam threw his clothes over his shoulder along with a towel and opened the door. He gave Gideon one last glance over his shoulder before heading to take a shower.
"And it's not changing just cause you're standing there," Gideon added with a slight roll of his eyes, yet the smirk still remained.
A one breath laugh left the vampire, he was amused all to hell, shutting the door behind him with a light click.
As the door closed, Gideon sat back up, breathing a little heavier than he was before, catching the rise of . . . well, something. His hand moved up to just below his neck to where a thin, black cord was always barely visible, and though the shirt was between it and his hand, it wrapped around that something so tight that it could very well break.
fatallyxxflawed) & Gideon Thrace (
gideon_thrace)
When: Wednesday, December 2, 1998
Where: Their dorm room of course
Two weeks, Gideon couldn’t help but note. Two weeks. He had been lying idly on his back since early afternoon, staring at the ceiling, wishing more and more that something would just click in his head and tell him what to do. Instead, he lied there stagnant, blank except for the echoes that would not stop shouting at him. It was hard to identify with anything, let alone make a simple connection. It just seemed so . . . pointless without knowing, and in a few hours, long after sunset, two weeks would pass since he stepped into this town and stopped.
And at sunset, he still lied there, staring.
The vampire snoozing in his death like slumber in the bed just across the room from the kid finally stirred as the last rays of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. Low groans sounded as Adam turned to his side, blinking open his eyes to see Gideon in his own bed. It seemed every night, Adam woke, his first thoughts were if the kid would still be there or not. And each night, he was actually glad to see he was.
Out of some sort of respect, Gideon hadn't practiced once close to sunset since that one moment. And in fact, he hadn't touched the violin since then. Usually if he was there, he'd turn, offer a morning with some odd smirk laced with desire that he could get some sleep like that, and then go back to whatever it was that he was doing.
That night, though, was hardly the case. He just lied there. If not for the steady movement of breath, he could very well be dead.
Adam just watched Gideon, the covers laying only on the lower half of the monster's body while his chest was bared to the chilly air of the room. "You alive over there?" Adam finally asked after several moment.
Gideon checked his pulse and turned his wrist to look at his watch. He shrugged.
"Well, the shrug is a good sign" chuckled Adam then let out a loud groan as he stretched his body to wake up more.
"This can't be it, can it?" the kid wondered out loud.
"What can't be it?" Adam asked then yawned.
"This. Life." Sighed Gideon. It always seemed a little . . . difficult to get through with his thoughts to anyone. Only one other person actually ever got him, and that, like the rest, was gone.
"LIfe it what you make it man. Just laying around, worrying about shit you can't change...that's what makes it all seem useless"
"I know. It's just . . ." Gideon trailed again. "It's like running in circles all your life and suddenly getting off without any idea what direction you're supposed to go."
"Jesus kid. You're only seventeen. YOu're not suppose to know where you're going. Hell, most people at forty still don't know the answer to that question."
"In Pittsburgh, I had a scholarship coming my way and an acceptance letter to a college in New York. There were scouts expecting to watch the next meet . . ." Gideon stopped and shrugged again.
"But is that what you REALLY wanted to do?" Adam asked, hoping to make the kid realize that he'd made his decisions for a reason.
"If I had waited just a few more months . . ." The boy sighed. "Great, all I need is a bright, blue sky and white, fluffy clouds and this would be such a broken repeat."
"What? What would've happened?" Adam got aggravated that this kid rarely finished a thought around him.
"Well besides the whole being legal thing, there was graduation and the proper excuse to leave."
"Well, that doesn't matter now because what's done is done. So you should really get over it and just...live your life how you want" Leave it to Adam to be so brutally blunt
As he took in another deep breath, Gideon sat up. "And how, pretell, is that so easily possible?"
Adam sat up, matching Gideon, "You just do it. That's how easy it is"
Gideon laughed, "And what if in my deepest desires I want to be a rocket scientist?" He rolled his eyes. Yea, pointless.
"Then you get your ass in school and you study until you die. It's that fucking simple. You're rolodex of excuses won't work on me pal. You have no idea what I've been through"
"No," Gideon softly replied. "I don't." He turned his head, questioning the whole logic of going back to normalcy. "So when you first found out that vampires exist, did you just saunter back to reality and resume?" He was obviously searching for an answer to the why on earth he should continue moving forward like everything that happened didn't.
Adam shrugged, thinking back to that time. "Not at first. It was all such a shock to the system I didn't know how to act. But survival instincts kicked in and well, I learned to deal with the hand I had. It's all I could do, well, that or die"
"So then you get it if I kindly request to just sit here rather than moving my ass to administration and resume." Gideon decided it was best to probably just lie back down and did. He wasn't going anywhere. "It's odd enough that I made that decision without throwing in the rest."
"I don't care if you lie there until you wilt away to nothing" Adam stood, approaching Gidoen's bed and stopping just beside it. "But stop bitching about it. That's what's getting on my nerves"
The kid smirked. "Fine, it's a deal."
Adam blinked then nodded his head once "Good." his lips soon returned the smirk as well.
"So then I have to ask what on earth shall we talk about if my whiney banter is taken out." That was an offer, the best he could bring, to change the subject.
"Have you talked to anyone about doing this band thing with us?' asked the vampire, sitting on the bed next to Gideon.
"Nope, can't say I have. I think that I have reached the quota possible potential stalkers and/or nice people for the month before deciding this place is too nice to be real."
That brought a fit of laughter from the vampire. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I bet a good looking kid like you has the girls falling at your feet doncha?"
“I think it’s more of the new kid thing. Something new rolls into any town and you just can’t resist poking at it at least once.” Gideon’s thoughts resurfaced again, so he shook his head a little, closing his eyes for a moment, and continued once they reopened. “Least until they figure out that I’m not that type of guy.”
"What type of guy? One that's not into girls or something?" Adam's interest was certainly piqued.
"The type that prefers not to be bothered cause he already has enough on his mind." Gideon paused. "Besides that," was added quite nonchalantly.
"You should probably just find someone to shag. You know that might get rid of some of the stress lines you're getting around your eyes there" Adam was trying to lighten the kid's mood.
Gideon laughed, "That better not be an offer." Ok, not like him. There was more relief in those eyes than before.
Adam perked a brow. "And if it was?"
The other shrugged. "I'd say that you're probably out of your mind, but then you've been able to stand me for over a week, so . . . yea, not happening."
Adam shrugged. "The offer stands however." He then stood and smirked glancing over his shoulder at Gideon as he headed towards the closet. "If you change your mind"
How could the boy put it mildly without being too . . . offensive, "Its's not helping. It'd be like stepping into a really distorted echo."
"Sex is just sex Gideon." Adam rummaged through his clothes, looking for a t-shirt and pair of jeans to take with him when he showered. "I'm not proposing."
Gideon shrugged, closing his eyes. He probably should've mentioned that he wasn't the forward type unless pushed or really aggravated, and when he was pushed . . . yea, that wasn't a pretty sight either.
Adam threw his clothes over his shoulder along with a towel and opened the door. He gave Gideon one last glance over his shoulder before heading to take a shower.
"And it's not changing just cause you're standing there," Gideon added with a slight roll of his eyes, yet the smirk still remained.
A one breath laugh left the vampire, he was amused all to hell, shutting the door behind him with a light click.
As the door closed, Gideon sat back up, breathing a little heavier than he was before, catching the rise of . . . well, something. His hand moved up to just below his neck to where a thin, black cord was always barely visible, and though the shirt was between it and his hand, it wrapped around that something so tight that it could very well break.